"My lord, you have been sleepless all night!" Andaline, the adjutant of the legion wearing the uniform of the blue Gallic Imperial Army, walked into the room, opened the closed room window, and a ray of golden sunlight shone in from the outside with the fresh air outside the window, and the commander of the Sixth Gallic Army, Hasenrimbaud, raised his head from the military map, his face was full of exhaustion, his eyes were bloodshot, and his self-disciplined style made him look a little thin, but not the weak kind, but a very strong, hard feeling, like a hammer, full of a tight sense of strength, This Gallic general, who is one meter eight tall, with flaxen-colored curly hair and a starlight mark of the Gallic Legion Captain on his neat shoulders, although he is already middle-aged, he still has a bit of delicacy that does not belong to this age, and a pair of imposing eyes make the person being watched feel a burst of coldness like substance from his heart, which is a natural reaction to being accustomed to life and death for many years, but when he saw Andaline, there was still a rare trace of warmth in the cold eyes of this famous imperial general,

There are not too many dirty things, just a kind of care from the elders to the younger generations,

Andaline is the daughter of his best friend, the Marquis of Anda, 21 years old, born in a famous Anda, graduated from Imperial University, a pair of brown eyes, an absolute beauty, the sun shines on her naturally curly golden brown hair, that is mainly blue and ivory, the design of the simple adjutant uniform, but also because of her and looks gorgeous, when in the eastern battlefield, known as the "Imperial Tiger Army" of the Sixth Army has experienced many bloody battles, as the commander of the Tiger Army, Hasenranpo has almost fallen into death several times,

If it weren't for Andaline's father, the Marquis of Anda, who finally fought to the death of the palace, Hasenlimpo would have been surrounded and captured alive by the Central Bians

According to the tradition of the Central Belgians, the Central Belgians, who have always paid attention to etiquette verbally, have retained a very cruel custom, that is, they will tie the enemy to the grave of their relatives, disembowel, and dig out their hearts and lungs to take revenge. The number of Central Biya who died at the hands of Hasenranpo was innumerable, and there were so many Central Biya nobles who wanted to eat his flesh alive, and there was even a high-ranking deputy marshal of the Sino-Bibian army, who offered a bounty of 100,000 gold coins to buy his head as Hasenlimpo

"How's the situation on the left flank?" Hasenlampo glanced at Andaline, who was tidying up her desk, and didn't know what she was thinking, and asked, "It's not ideal, I heard that the casualties caused by the counterattack are very large, and Lord Greda has adjusted the attack strategy from scratch, and I believe there will be good news soon! The Great Cause has rearranged the troops, and I believe there will be no major problems, but your body is really ......."

"It's just an old injury, it's really nothing compared to the current crisis!" Hasenlampo stretched his waist with a pretended relaxation, and a burst of pinprick pain from his left rib made his expression look a little unnatural,

Andalyn's voice stopped, and she stopped cautiously trying to speak. muttered, "When I set off, my wife specially explained that the autumn cold hit people, and the old wounds on the teacher's body already had faint signs of attack. If you don't pay attention to it, I'm afraid it will cause even stricter consequences" "It seems that it is really old!"

Hasenranpo sighed inwardly, it was in the battle in the east. A laceration wound formed after being shot by a cluster of arrows by the archers of Central Bea, and although the sharp arrows were removed, Hasenlimbo was also hit by a strong impact, breaking three strangulation bones. If it weren't for the ribs just blocking it, this sharp arrow should have pierced his spleen, and it was the most tragic time of the fierce battle, Hasenrimbau, who was the commander of the Imperial Tiger Army, gritted his teeth and let the guards wrap it in rags at will, and then went to the front line to command again,

By the time the victory was achieved, it was already five or six days later, and the wound was already a blur of flesh and blood, but fortunately it was a cold winter, and the wound did not become inflamed, and finally healed, leaving the root of the disease that would ache faintly every time the weather was cold

There are as many as a dozen such wounds on Hasenrampo's body, all of which are left by previous battles, "Crisis? What do you mean by ......?"

A trace of astonishment flashed on Andaline's pretty face, in fact, she didn't know the situation on the front line very well, this is not an era when information can be quickly transmitted, it takes more than half a day to send a herald cavalry from the left flank to the base camp, so Andalyn has not figured out what the situation is on the left flank until now, the only thing she knows is that the center of gravity of the left flank Bruges Fortress is lost, and the head of the left flank, Gleda, is gathering more than 100,000 troops on the left flank to counterattack the Bruges fortress,

The battle was fierce, with countless casualties!

She has been with Hasenranpo for 2 years, has experienced the cruelty of the Sino-Belgian War, and knows very well what it means to appear such a word in the military newspaper, no one-fifth of the battle damage, no commander will use such ominous words, the left wing of 180,000 troops, one-fifth is more than 30,000 people, in just one day, 30,000 casualties, such a number is indeed a bit scary, it is no wonder that the teacher has never had a sense of frustration, even in the face of the siege of more than 100,000 Sino-Belgian troops, the teacher is also calm, but this time, it is just a Bruges fortress, do you need to be so nervous"This time, it's not just the left flank that is shaken, it's the entire Rustie Line!" looked at Andaline, who was full of confusion, and Hasenranpo smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth. The current situation is very complicated, and it will not be clear for a while, to put it simply, the Bruges fortress on the left flank is lost, if it cannot be recaptured in a short time, the situation of our war will take a sharp turn, and the northwest rebels will tear the rift from the left flank, just like the Eighth Army Corps at the beginning, and completely knock us down the abyss, this time the Battle of Rasti gathered 300,000 troops of the empire, which can be said to completely empty the local army of the rear provinces," Have you ever thought about what it means for the dozens of provinces in the hinterland of the empire where the strength is almost empty if the Rasti line is lost!" Hasenrampo's voice stopped, and he closed his eyes with an ugly face, "The Northwest rebels will devour these defenseless provinces!" And my Gallic Empire does not have the strength to stop its troops, unless the Praetorian Guard in Kyoto is mobilized, but you and I are very clear about how complicated the personnel involved in the mobilization of the Praetorian Guard, for hundreds of years, the Janissary Guard has long been integrated into the various wealthy families in Kyoto, and the internal relations are intertwined, and it is no longer the army that was only loyal to the royal family at the beginning, and if you want to mobilize the Praetorian Guard. Even if it is the emperor's majesty, it will be difficult to come forward!" "How can this be?" Andalin's beautiful eyebrows twisted, in her mind, the empire was powerful and invincible, but the situation in front of her showed that the empire was not what was expected, but was weakening, "Prepare, I need to go to the left wing in person!"

Hasenrampo stood up and straightened his collar. Taking a deep breath, he made up his mind and said, "The Fourth Infantry Regiment and the Fifth Infantry Regiment of the Legion of the Central Line Defense will go with me, while the Northwest Rebels are not yet firmly established on the left flank, and can no longer let the fate of the empire slip away from our waiting little by little with time, no matter what the result is, I must do something!"

In the morning light, the battle flag of the Sixth Gallic Army was whistling in the wind, and the two temporarily assembled main infantry regiments advanced in the direction of the left flank. Because they were all regular Gallic troops, the strength of the two infantry regiments was close to 40,000 men, and according to Hasenlampo's prediction, they should be able to reach the battlefield of Bruges in the afternoon. At that time, both sides should be very tired, and the investment of 40,000 fresh troops can just recapture the fortress of Bruges, but unfortunately. He soon discovered that he had overlooked a huge mistake,

The forward troops had barely entered the left flank when they stopped, accompanied by the sonorous sound of the army. The car was noisy, and Andalin Linlin, who was following behind Hasenrambo, saw a scene that he would never forget, "It's a homeless!" Andalyn looked ahead dumbfounded, the endless flow of people was like a long dragon, rolling from the east and surging all the way to the west, these people drove the carriage full of large boxes and small boxes, some were panting and carrying all their belongings, some were empty and carried nothing, the poor old man staggered with two sheep, the woman with a child in one hand carried a heavy luggage in the other hand on the difficult trek on the road, fell, the child was crying in her arms, the mother was sobbing, people kept passing by, but no one reached out to help her,

The deep suffering has made people's hearts become selfish and numb, and their eyes are dazed and sluggish: they have lost their homes, lost their land, lost their protection, and in addition to civilians, there are also many soldiers, "a bunch of bastards, cowards!"

The soldier with a wounded leg limped and cursed on crutches, his companions had left him behind, and on the side of the road, an officer covered in mud and blood sat on the ground and kept crying out, "Please, take me away! My leg is broken!" and people strode past him, and no one stopped. Until his vocal cords were torn and he couldn't cry out, he cried silently, grabbed the grass on the ground with his hands, struggled and crawled like insects little by little, and there were many healthy soldiers, who had taken off their armor in shame, and walked with their heads drooping as civilians, "Grab one and ask what the hell is going on?"

Hasenrampo's face was gloomy, the defeated army in front of him was obviously a local army on the left flank, this group of guys who had nothing to say anything about it, they were fighting for it if they had benefits, and once there was an unfavorable situation, they would immediately flee, it would be better to say that they were soldiers, but rather a group of opportunists, these people were really a shame for the soldiers!

Soon, a man who looked like an officer covered in blood was brought over by the guards, "What are you doing? Flee en masse?" Hasenlimpo sat on his horse and looked at the already frightened and trembling officer with cold eyes, "No, this lord, we are just moving closer to the right flank!" Hearing Hasenlimbo's words full of murderous intent, the officer shuddered and said with a panicked expression. We were all withdrawn from the fortress of Bruges, the troops were scattered, many adults died, and we had to choose to withdraw spontaneously to the right flank!" "Fortress of Bruges?" Hasenrimbaud's eyebrows frowned slightly, no, could it be that the counterattack on the fortress of Bruges failed? How long has it been, and the army of hundreds of thousands of left flanks has collapsed like this?What is this bastard Gleda doing"Where is the head of the left flank, Greda, now?" asked Hasenrampo through gritted teeth. The small one really doesn't know, there are too many dead, the corpses are covered with the flat ground under the fortress of Bruges, and the small one is the one who ran out of the pile of corpses in the dark at night" The officer cried and mourned, judging from the condition of being covered in blood, it didn't look like he was telling a lie, and in the end it was a wounded soldier who told him that the left-wing army was completely routed under the fortress of Bruges, and the base camp had withdrawn to the Anta River, fifty miles away from the fortress of Bruges, "Go to the Anta River!"

Hasenrambo's face was as cold as frost, and the road was filled with a scene of chaos and chaos, a large number of displaced people migrating along the road, people and horses, and the noise was deafening. The homeless, the routed army, the local country nobles, are in a mess. The formation of several local infantry regiments encountered has been defeated, and batches of local armies are scurrying around like a swarm of headless flies because of the lack of unified command.

Hassenrumbo was regrouped along the way, and when he reached the Anta River, where the left wing base camp was located. It has changed from 40,000 to 60,000, an increase of more than 20,000 people, but compared to the collapse of the hundreds of thousands of left-wing troops, this compensation for the strength is really insignificant, and these local troops are still panicked, as long as they hear the slightest wind and vibration, their faces are pale with fright, and they don't know that they are under the fortress of Bruges. What terrible blows have these local armies suffered?

Reinforcements from the Sixth Legion arrived in the fortified area of the Antara Riverland, and in one of the rooms he met the haggard-looking head of the left flank, Gedale, a former righteous newcomer to the Imperial military. At this time, his whole body was shrunk into a ball, his shoulders trembled, and he shrank in the corner of the wall and buried his face in his hands, his pupils dilated significantly. With a sluggish face,

"How so!"

Hasenranpo gasped as she looked at Greda, seeing Greda for the first time. He knew that the spirit of this famous imperial general had collapsed, although it was not necessarily crazy, but it must be impossible to continue commanding.

"What the hell is going on?Greda, answer me!' Hasenranpo angrily kicked Greda in the thigh "Don't think that you can escape the punishment of the Ministry of Military Affairs in this way, 180,000 troops! It's enough to kill you eight times!" Gleda held her head in her hands, her face was horribly pale, her snot and saliva were dripping, her eyes were empty and full of fear, and she looked at Hasenlampo as if she were looking at a stranger she didn't know, and her mouth made a painful voice, "Stop, sir." Lord Greda doesn't want to do this!" The captain of Greda's bodyguard, who was next to him, quickly explained, "Your Excellency tried to commit suicide once just now, but we stopped it, and then it became like this!"

"Waste, I shouldn't have believed your nonsense in the first place!" Hasenlimpo stopped and turned to the captain of the guard, "What the hell is going on with the Bruges fortress," our army stormed the Bruges fortress, only to encounter a strong counterattack from the northwest rebels, and suffered heavy casualties! More than a dozen infantry regiments were blown to pieces, or they were shot into a hornet's nest, and the army broke up at that time" The captain of the personal guard said with a painful face. Lord Greda had no choice but to personally supervise the battle, but the cavalry of the Northwest Rebels suddenly came out at this time, and our army could no longer stop the rout, and the local army was even more scattered, if it wasn't for Lord Greda personally leading the army to block the impact of the opposing cavalry and chasing and killing, I am afraid that the troops who could withdraw from the fortress of Bruges alive would not even have one-tenth of them!" "How many troops are still able to fight now?" Hasenlimpo blinked his eyes painfully after listening to the process, "3 infantry regiments are already the limit!" This is still because these 3 infantry regiments belong to the base camp" The captain of the guard hurriedly said, "Because it is a large rout of the whole army, the base camp has lost contact with other infantry regiments, and at present, there should still be about half of the troops" "What about the Northwest Rebels?" Hasenlimbo asked mercilessly, the face of the captain of the guard changed, and finally said very helplessly, "There should be less than 10,000 casualties!" "Less than 10,000 casualties!" He had a premonition that the battle of Bruges was not going well, but he did not expect to lose so miserably. The entire army of more than 100,000 was defeated and collapsed, and the other side did not even lose 10,000 people, this is a battle, it is simply a one-sided slaughter! If his side still had the strength and local superiority before, now it has been completely reversed by the other side, "Order all troops to withdraw from the left flank!" Hasenlimpo was silent for a while, and then ordered decisively

"Give up the left wing, isn't that equal to ......" Andalyn next to her made a somewhat flustered voice, before leaving, the teacher also said how important the left wing is, but at this moment, give up in one sentence? "If you don't give up, will more people die here?" Hasenrampo smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, "If there is a slight choice, how can I be willing to give up the extremely important left wing, but the current shape is obviously unable to hold the left wing,

Rather than continuing to fill in impossible areas, it is better to shrink the defensive line, and the urban areas north of Rasti are basically on the right flank.

And the left-wing area is a mountain and plateau, and because of this, both sides have taken a fancy to the convenience of the left-wing,

If it is an attack on an urban area, it is necessary to fight city by city, which is not in line with the strategic purpose of seeking a breakthrough through the other side in the shortest possible time.

Moreover, I don't know why, I have a faint feeling that the opponent's strength should increase, and it will increase significantly, and continuing to stay on the left flank is a dead end!" "What, the strength of the Northwest rebels will increase?"

Everyone was frightened, but it was the famous general Hasenranpo who said this, and no one dared to refute "Don't forget, the other party took the initiative to attack Rustie, in fact, it was to cut off the southwest! From the beginning, the other party didn't do his best" Hasenranbo raised his head to look at the vast sky outside, and said slowly at the corner of his mouth (to be continued......)