In this battle, the allied forces of the Imperial Kingdom attacked in a large way, crushing the enemy's main force at the cost of more than 10,000 casualties, and advancing the battle line forward by 5,000 meters.

Twenty hours after the end of the battle, the Voodoo Cathars had retreated on all fronts, and the senior officers of the coalition forces were basking in the joy of victory.

The tragic experience of a militia company seems nothing compared to a great victory, which, of course, the survivors who lived through it do not think so.

The emperor's ** team, the king's ** team, all the troops are advancing, full of energy, singing triumphant songs, only a small team in rags is going backwards on the muddy road, and everyone is in a low mood.

They were the last survivors of the 151st Militia Company, which had plummeted from a hundred to 18 men in the battle, and had been annihilated by any national standard.

The leader was Corporal Muller, who took Captain Kate's dying instructions with him to ask for an explanation.

As the weather gets colder, the muddy road quickly freezes and becomes less difficult to walk, and the 18 survivors go their separate ways, leaving only Corporal Muller himself and three of his close friends to accompany him.

The four of them came to a village, this is the village of Solkmiya in the eastern part of the Solan Kingdom, famous for growing potatoes, turnips and making plum wine.

All units are scrambling for houses, and on a first-come, first-served basis, the 82nd Battalion of the Solan Kingdom Army occupies several of the best houses in the village, which are large in size, have yards, and even have matching saunas,

They were already stationed here the day before the campaign began.

The 82nd Battalion served as a reserve in this campaign, and did not move its position until the end of the campaign, and now that the other units are advancing, they have no intention of moving their nests.

This is a battalion-level unit of mixed arms, with two line infantry companies, one light infantry company, one chaser company, and two hussar companies, with a number of about 600 people.

It is rumored in Wang **zhong that the 82nd Battalion of the Army is a good place for the children of gentlemen to get qualifications, and almost all the officers above the rank of lieutenant are the descendants of nobles or the children of wealthy merchants, and the soldiers are also young master soldiers.

The phenomenon of desertion in the barracks has been repeatedly prohibited, and the atmosphere in the command is even worse, the officers have come in through connections, and some have not even passed the physical fitness test and written test.

The battalion commander, Baron Grandel Osast, was one of the laziest of them all,

The young baron was born into the Osastor family, a nobleman of Solan, and his parents had planned a career path for him, so that he could return to the big city to become an official when he was gilded on the battlefield and mixed with his qualifications.

On this day, the news of the complete victory of the battle spread throughout the coalition army, but this good news was not a surprise to the top brass of the 82nd Battalion, after all, they did not want to join the battle at all, and every day was originally drunk and merry.

When Muller and his party of four came to the command post of the 82nd battalion, the guards on duty in the sentry box stopped them:

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Mueller showed his credentials to the other party:

"We are from the militia company, and we have come to talk to your battalion commander about something."

The guard picked up his papers and glanced at them;

"Corporal Müller Arendale Dietrich...... Militia 151 Company,

Hey, you guys came down from the front line, it's unfortunate that the commander of our 82nd battalion, Baron Grandall, refuses to meet visitors, and there is nothing to do but send a message in, of course, there are exceptions, unless it is a visit from a senior officer from the headquarters, you should please go back. ”

"Why don't you let in? We're in a hurry! ”

The guards looked left and right, saw that there was no one around, and whispered into Müller's ear:

"Boy, don't you understand, this 82nd battalion is the gilded paradise for the young masters of the big nobles, our battalion commander, Lord Baron Grandel lost all night gambling money, he is in a bad mood at this time, and he loses his temper when he sees everyone,

There was a clumsy maid who broke the baron's cup, and was slapped and scolded and came out crying, and you should go to him now, don't you hit the muzzle of the gun! ”

"This guy doesn't want us to let us in, I'm going to beat him up......" whispered in one ear, and was about to make a move, but was stopped by Muller in time;

"There's no need to be too much of right and wrong, I'll just tell a lie."

Mueller put his hand in his pocket, took out an empty envelope, shook it at the guard, and said in a sly manner:

"See the national emblem and seal on this envelope? It contains an urgent order from the General Staff, and Marshal Andy Whitefield has instructed me to deliver this letter to your battalion commander by hand, without error. ”

"Oh, that's it, Marshal Andy's letter...... That guy is an upright person, so he must be punished! It looks like a certain young master in the house is going to be unlucky!. ”

The guard laughed gloatingly, he took the key from his pocket and opened the iron fence gate of the courtyard:

"Go inside, be careful, don't trip over the bottle."

The four of them walked smoothly into the courtyard, and were not hindered again, and the little wildcat asked:

"Don't trip over the bottle? What did he mean by that? ”

"I don't know."

After entering the battalion headquarters building, the four people were shocked by the scene in front of them.

The floor was littered with empty green or red wine bottles, some of which had been shattered, and an officer was throwing up in a corner, so smoked that Doug covered his nose:

"Oh my God...... This is the Headquarters, it smells like a pigsty! ”

The four of them carefully bypassed the bottles, glass ballast, vomit, and overturned tables and chairs all over the floor, and finally found the stairs and walked towards the second floor of the mansion.

In the corridor on the second floor lay several drunken officers, who were constantly burping and muttering about their dreams.

After turning the corner, I came to another corridor, and saw a large group of servants doing cleaning,

A fat aunt muttered rude words while sweeping up vomit and garbage with a broom, noticing that the visitor was a stranger, asked:

"Huh? It's not your own people, why are you four here? How to bring the dog back, cleaning up the broken glass ballast is troublesome enough! I don't want to clean up the shit anymore! ”

"The one who came to deliver the letter to the battalion commander is an important matter." Mueller said.

"Oh, wait a minute."

The fat aunt pushed open a door and shouted inside.

"Someone has come to the Baron, there is something urgent! Said it was to deliver a letter! ”

"Aunt Stephanie, let them in!"

The four of them pushed open the door and walked in, and found that the room was very large, the curtains were drawn, the candles on the candlesticks were all lit, the floor was covered with luxurious plush carpets, oil paintings were hung on the walls, sculptures and potted plants were placed on the decorative shelves, there were no maps or sand table models to be seen, and no one was studying the battle situation.

This is not so much a battalion headquarters of the army as a luxurious and vulgar salon.

A group of high-ranking officers were smoking, drinking, and playing cards around the gaming table, their arms wide open, all the buckles unfastened, revealing necklace pendants and shaggy chests, and a few graceful dancers sitting on their laps.

The table was full of wine bottles, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, with stacks of chips in between.