After more than a week's march, on the banks of the Vistula River, William and Duke Otto triumphantly joined forces. At the same time, the news that the main forces of the enemy army were about to cross the Vistula and go to Ruthenia was also known to the army of Tartaria on the other side of the Vistula River.

After receiving the news, Kublai was half happy and half sad about the commander of the army.

Happily, he finally doesn't have to hang around in this place where birds don't. Finally, we can usher in a vigorous battle.

Chinese New Year's Eve The two-year-old Centaur Commander is a true warrior and a typical centaur at the same time.

Unlike the all-inclusive, enlightened and intelligent ruler of Sarida Khan. Kublai did not understand the progressive role of natural science, or alchemy, military technology, and so on. At the same time, it has little interest in balancing the national nation and uniting the human races other than centaurs.

His philosophy is very simple, very pure. Killing, plundering, predating the jungle. The centaurs of Tartaria were destined to gain the whole world in the bloody wind. Humanity, a fragile and incompetent race, has no second way to go other than to be slaves.

With this concept as the core, coupled with excellent physical qualities, enthusiasm, hard work and noble status. Kublai became the leader of a group of centaur aristocratic youths while becoming a fearsome centaur warrior.

In the intelligence, they gave William the same feeling as those Japanese army staff officers during World War II in his previous life. Stubborn and aggressive, old-fashioned and bold. Unable to recognize reality and extremely arrogant at the same time. Of course, Kublai may be slightly better than them, a little mild, a little more capable. But William felt that these "slightly" did not change the nature of their militaristic psychosis.

"In a sense, it's a good opponent to play against because his mind is not clear. In a sense, this is a difficult opponent to deal with, because his mind is not clear. ”

On the banks of the Vistula River, William and Duke Otto rode slowly on horseback. Beside them were makeshift pontoon bridges and river boats loaded with soldiers, supplies and weaponry that were being transported across the river.

After the confluence, the army of 30,000 is crossing the river.

"Well, that's right. Duke Otto nodded, agreeing with his son's statement. But then Duke Otto continued: "But our aim is not to defeat him, nor to be defeated by him. ”

"That's true. William nodded, agreeing with Duke Otto's statement.

After this, the father and son did not speak again, but watched quietly and without saying a word as the soldiers crossed the river. Those soldiers, those horses, those extra-long guns, those artillery. The flags are all over the sky, and the clothes and armor are complete. For a while, Hereford's father and son were immersed in the battlefield atmosphere of the Golden Iron Horse. It was at this time that Duke Otto spoke again:

"I really didn't expect that my children, the Hereford family, could become so strong in such a short period of time. ”

"This is just the beginning, father. William replied, then emphatically, "Just the beginning." ”

In early spring, the water flow of the Vistula River is not very large. Therefore, the speed of crossing the river by Hereford's army was relatively fast, and the two methods of crossing the river at the same time were pontoon bridges and ferries, which were also very efficient. So with a little effort, the army of 30,000 has already passed a small half.

"If you had put it three hundred years ago, did you know how long it would have taken us to cross the river, my child?" said Duke Otto, who suddenly asked the question again.

"Hmm...... Probably a long time, right?" William thought for a moment, then replied uncertainly, "Three times as long as it is now?"

"More. Duke Otto replied, "It is recorded that in the days of the Gothic Empire, an army of 30,000 Augusta spent about half a month trying to survive a river in the dry season. Eventually, give his enemies plenty of time to warn and be ready to do their best. ”

"So he ended up losing the war?" asked William.

"Nope. Duke Otto replied, "Because his enemies are slower than him, they have not done even half the work after he crossed the river." ”

"Then you mean 'plenty of time to prepare'......" William was a little puzzled. He recalled a little, as if he had seen this story, but he couldn't remember the specifics. And there was no emotion like that of Duke Otto.

"Oh, I use the measure that the army of our time has done. Duke Otto replied.

In this way, the machine-like army shaped by discipline, discipline, and discipline made one miracle after another, which made the feudal army jaw-dropping. They crossed the river at breakneck speed, prepared at breakneck speed. Marching at great speed, encamping at great speed - because of the prestige of Duke Otto, his iron hand, and the strictness of his army. Therefore, in the vicinity of the mercenary barracks, there are no prostitutes and itinerant petty traders and peddlers in a similar situation.

This made William feel very comfortable - and of course, it caused a little bit of a problem. That is, the stress of the soldiers cannot be vented. If you don't make a little effort, it won't be long before the soldiers who have accumulated enough pressure will collapse. The army will be ruined. Or mutiny, or camp howl. All in all, it's a ridiculous thing like this.

So William wasn't averse to his soldiers doing pleasant things that would make people feel relaxed.

For example, robbery, or strong beeping.

Anyway, after crossing the Vistula, it was the land of the Slavites. In the name of "raising military rations" and "strengthening law and order" to relieve the pressure of the soldiers. This is also a common skill of the generals of this period.

Of course, this usually refers to mercenaries.

Mercenaries who have fought too many battles, almost all of whom suffer from battlefield syndrome, are more difficult to control than the "new army" recruited in their territory.

So, William took a bet. In the near future, mercenaries will give way to the position of the mainstream army. At the same time, each country will do everything it can to expand its standing army. Until the standing army was defeated by the national army that stirred up the national consciousness. And then to the advent of the spiritual atomic bomb. The "ism army" with true beliefs and ideas swept through a qiē cow, ghost, snake and god.

"Well, but I don't think I can see this day. William thought so easily in his heart: "No one will drag me, a remnant of feudalism, out to shoot targets...... I hope so. ”

That said, William wasn't sure if he would have his ancestral grave dug up in a few hundred years and then his bones scattered. I'm not sure where the world is ultimately headed.

These are the small things, though. The sad spring and autumn have to find a way for people hundreds of years later, even if William is 2. Enhanced version of 47. It's also a little too much. Even arrogance should have a limit.

So William smiled self-deprecatingly. Ended this period of crankiness.

For some reason, he couldn't get nervous. Even after hearing the information that "the other party is approaching us, very fast!", the only response is "yes, I know".

The absent-minded attitude makes people a little dissatisfied. Over the course of a few days on the march, after the novelty had worn off, all William could think of was boredom and lack of energy. The closer he got to the war, the less he could lift himself.

But dissatisfaction is also a matter of course.

Such a weak opponent. Kublai or something. I've never heard of a name at all.

Is there really a need for such a guy to fight, or can such a guy really be called an opponent?

So, if it was Sarida Khan, it might be much better. Compared to his sons, the current centaur khan is much stronger.

It even makes people feel like "is he really his father's son, and is he really his son's father?"

"I think you should be serious, son. It was at this time that I was completely sure that it was my father, and the person who didn't even need to test his DNA because he looked so similar spoke up.

"Huh?" William agreed. Then the decision was quietly made. If Duke Otto said something about the great truth that he should be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, and that the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, then he can just perfunctory it.

But Duke Otto did not disappoint him: "We are in big trouble. ”

"What's the big trouble?" asked William.

"We are not facing Tartaria's division, but the main force. At the same time, it was not Kublai who commanded it. But Sarida Khan himself. Duke Otto replied word for word. R1148