The battle situation took a sharp turn, which was shocking.

The Huds were defeated as if they were defeated. The defeated soldiers who failed to attack the city turned around and eventually defeated the central army of Terdun's troops.

Winters looked at the tens of thousands of cavalry trampling on each other, like birds and beasts scattering, and never expected victory to come so suddenly.

Andre is not in the fort at present, so Lieutenant Colonel Jeska asked Pierre to lead Dusak to follow the enemy to reconnaise.

Soon, Mr. Michelle, who had been promoted to temporary sergeant, brought back the information: the barbarian flag was in chaos, and the army was already in a mess, and was fleeing westward in chaos.

The battle situation was clear, and the Palatus was cheering and a rough man even wiped his tears. The depressed people were when they were surrounded by the Hudd barbarians, and the excitement they were at this moment.

Winters had no time to celebrate, and he was busy summoning the tenth husband to ask questions.

A messenger found him-Lieutenant Colonel Jeska asked all the officers to come and have a meeting.

When he arrived at the small board room that served as the command of the brigade, he found that in addition to Jeska, Bad and Mason, there were two centurions who were originally stationed here: Lieutenant Otiba [Palatu] and Lieutenant Sanu [Veneta].

Winters blinked at Sanu and dragged a chair to sit down.

The atmosphere was very relaxed, who would have thought that the fierce Telton tribe was so fond of it.

"Don't belong to us! Don't belong to us! Lord! Glory belongs to your name!"

The singing came into the house, and the Palatus people were singing hymns together.

Such a small price, defeating so many enemies can only be explained by miracles for believers.

"The Hudd wants to run, let him run." Seeing everyone, Jeska made it straight to the point: "Don't chase, continue to strengthen the fortifications."

Winters was puzzled at first: Hurd's army was defeated and was about to pursue and fight again, and would not give them a chance to regroup.

But Lieutenant Colonel Jeska would not be aimless...

After a little thought, Winters clarified his mind and laughed in silence: "What do you mean... the Hurds are cheating?"

The smiles on the other lieutenants' faces quickly disappeared, everyone's expressions became serious, and their bodies were involuntarily leaning forward.

"Pretending to be defeated, lure the defenders out of the city to pursue, and then wait for an opportunity to gather and encircle and annihilate. This is the common trick of the Heds." Jeska pointed at Lieutenant Otiba and asked, "Are you a Palathu?"

Otiba was a little confused: "Uh? Yes, my family is in the Kings Castle."

"Then you should know the way of dying the last great duke."

"I heard from the teacher... it was just when Lu You."

Jeska pointed to the Venetians beside him: "Tell them."

Lieutenant Otiba stood up with his head scratching his head and briefly explained the allusion familiar to the Paratu soldiers.

The story is simple: It was another year of disaster. The Heds launched a large-scale invasion of the east, burned, killed and looted all the way, and finally fought under the castle of Zhuwangs.

The king castles were built by more than ten generations of Palatou, and the city defense was as solid as a rock. The barbarians could not conquer them for a long time, and they fought for the spoils and finally fled.

Seeing this, Grand Duke Belo IV of Paratu immediately led his troops to attack, and both sides chased and fled for three days and three nights.

Finally, at the mouth of the Karga River, the Palatu army, which underestimated the enemy and lost all its strength, bumped into the Heds' retaliation head-on.

When the massacre was over, the Karga River was filled with the bodies of the Paratu people.

From then on, the Paratus did not eat fish from the Karga River because those fish had eaten the Paratus meat.

...

If you talk more, the impact of this battle is extremely far-reaching: the Grand Duke and seven counts were killed, resulting in the complete extinction of the Hetumoger family's patriarchy.

Paratu's crown went around and finally fell into the hands of Bello IV's cousin, Richard IV. At that time, he was not called the Crazy King.

Richard IV, who had a periodic financial bankruptcy, was as if he had received the country of galloping horses. He regarded Paratu as a bag of money and ruthlessly pulled away more than 250,000 Dukat's funds every year.

Wealth continued to flow out, and Paratu began to decline continuously.

The border defense line was no longer able to maintain, and the Hed tribes rushed into Paratu and robbed each year, calling it "Daqiu Valley".

The emperor ignored this and ignored it.

From nobles to civilians, the principality's dissatisfaction and resentment towards Richard IV grew day by day. Under the appearance of loyalty, there was actually a turbulent tide.

So when the citizens in front of the mountain rose up, Palatu, who was supposed to be an absolute royalist, not only did not work hard to suppress it, but instead became the source of the "rebels".

A large number of Palathu's lower-class nobles changed their names and called their friends to join the Alliance Army, and rebelled at their own expense.

In the early, mid and late stages of the sovereign war, the Alliance army relied on the Paratus to carry the cavalry units.

Ned Smith discovered that there were many strange warriors in the army who claimed to be people from the mountain with crappy names but had a plateau accent.

These people brought their own war horses, weapons and armor to join the army, and did not like to obey orders, especially commanders who did not respect civilian backgrounds.

However, they all have excellent martial arts skills and do not escape without military pay. They sacrifice their lives when fighting, as if they have irreconcilable hatred with the people of the empire.

It is precisely because of his great contributions during the sovereign war that the Republic of Paratus enjoyed a political status comparable to that of the Union and Veneta in the alliance.

If Bello IV lived until the outbreak of the sovereign war, even if he was burned to prevent the fire, he would definitely send troops to help his cousin suppress the rebel party.

Under the attack on both sides, the republican regime of the United Provinces, which was born, was destined to be quickly strangled.

If the Unionists could not even hold on to the early situation, they would not be able to wait for the Venettas to join the war.

But history has no idea that if anyone could have thought that a young man's reckless decision would eventually lead to the birth of five republics and a "great" alliance?

...

Back to this meeting.

Otiba spread his hands and signaled him to finish his speech.

Mason asked hesitantly: "If the Hurds were just surrendering, wouldn't they be too expensive? They have died a lot of people!"

"Whether it is a real defeat or a fake defeat, a word." Jie Shika paused for a moment, looked around the five lieutenants, and said word by word: "The tiger will not go down the mountain!"

He then explained: "Hold this bridge, the initiative is in our hands. When he attacks, we will kill him; when he runs, we will not chase him. With calmness, we will not give the Heds the opportunity to take advantage of it."

The lieutenant colonel's speech made sense, and the five lieutenants naturally had no objection.

He was also a little uneasy when Winters left the fort to pursue.

However, the strategy of "the tiger does not go down the mountain" made Winters a little regretful. He originally wanted to take advantage of the defeat of the Heds to get the golden man sacrificed to the heaven.

Now it seems that it is safer to let the Jin people continue to be buried in the soil.

Since the internal opinions have been unified, the Jieshika Brigade took action immediately.

Bard led his men to continue widening, deepening the trench, and re-inserting the horse-rewarding piles; Otiba and Sanu led his men to reinforce and raise the fort walls; Mason was in a bad luck, and the lieutenant colonel was angry when he remembered that he led the wrong way, and punished him to clean the battlefield, recycle shells, and drag the body away.

Weapons, armor, leather robes, cloth clothes, boots, accessories... all valuable and useful are recycled.

The dead Heds were stripped naked and threw them directly into the river, but they fell naked, empty and clean; except for sending a small number of Dusak light cavalry to reconnaissance of the enemy situation, no troops were allowed to leave the camp.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska openly showed his intentions to the Hudders: I don’t even look at any conspiracy or tricks you have. Anyway, every second you pass, the more lives you will have to fill this bridgehead.

Other lieutenants were busy with construction, while Winters was busy with psychological construction.

He gathered the musketeers responsible for rotating shooting together and began to call out according to the note:

"John of Langtun Town!"

"Ryan of Guangming Valley!"

“…”

There are not even many people reading in the entire wall.

This made Winters deeply understand the importance of popular education. If the voyeurs recognize words, they can record it by themselves. Winters only needs to summarize it.

But his ten-men were all illiterate, and even the list had to be copied by Winters himself.

This is also the reason why he divided the musketeers into ten teams, because people had ten fingers. The ten-master who supervised the musketeers did not recognize words and could only rely on his fingers to record people.

The musketeers who were named were removed one by one, and the musketeers and crossbowmen who participated in the rotation shooting were close to 340, and Winters only pointed out thirty-three names.

Not sure what the centurion wanted to do, the thirty-three musketeers stood in a row uneasy.

"These people!" Winters deliberately paused and announced in an emphasis tone: "It is someone who can shoot six and a half rounds of alternate shots, and can fire the gun in every round! Well done!"

"Award!" Winters waved his hand.

Charles and Heinrich brought a bag of rustling small silver coins, and sent them from one end to the other, each of whom sent three.

Winters prompted everyone to applaud again. Many of the people in the six-sounding muskets were so ashamed that they blushed and their eyes only dared to stare at the tip of their shoes.

Then there were fifty five-shot musketeers, each with a small silver coin, without applause.

The third batch was seventy-eight four-shot musketeers, with no bonuses and no applause.

"The rest!" Winters slapped the note and stared at the small half of the musketeers left in the open space: "You can only fire three at most after six rounds of shooting. Some people didn't even sound a single sound!"

In the middle of the clearing, there was a silence. Many musketeers lowered their heads because of shame.

"Look at me! Don't bow your head!" Winters yelled, his cold voice resounded through the fortress through magic amplification: "If you don't teach, kill it! It's called abuse! So I'm justifying you now. Every time you fire a less round of guns, you may kill one less enemy. Kill one less enemy, and you may kill one more comrade-in-arms. Everyone is raised by their father and mother. If you kill someone, you will have to pay your life!"

The entire fortress is now silent, and even the spearmen who are not concerned about their own affairs are listening with their breath.

"Any of you will feel unfair. I'll shoot one less? How could one more person die?" Winters raised three fingers: "Three times! So I'll give you three chances. Three battles, if you can't even have a qualified round shot, you deserve your life! All that's waiting for you is the gallows!"

Everyone couldn't help looking at the temporary gallows on the edge of the open space, and the noose swayed in the wind, waiting for the killing.
To be continued...