The soldier [Peter Burnier] of the 200th Infantry Regiment of Tiefeng County did not know where to go, and his centurion [Tamas] did not allow him to ask any more questions.

Bunir means dwarf in the old language. Seeing that he was short, a certain officer who had a headache when he heard "Peter" angrily registered him with this appropriate nickname.

Before setting off, each person received a wooden stick, and the dwarf also received one.

The centurion ordered everyone to bite the stick like a bit on a horse and not let it fall out. If it did, they would be whipped.

There was no pre-battle speech. The centurion with a gloomy face only said one sentence: "Whether you are worth three hundred acres depends on today!"

After saying this, he waved his hand.

Biting the stick, the dwarf shouldered his spear and set off.

The team is marching in the forest, there is no road to speak of, and they will get separated if they are not careful.

The soldiers of Chapo had followed the centurion through the old forest twice. I didn't know what the purpose was at that time, but now I think they were probably preparing for today.

The dense foliage of the trees not only made marching more difficult, but also gave many people the opportunity to desert.

The dwarf watched helplessly as his companions in front dropped their weapons and ran into the chestnut forest without a trace.

But the dwarf didn't run away, he didn't dare, and he was thinking about the three hundred acres of land.

So he quickened his pace to keep up with the people ahead.

The team finally stopped in a forest. They didn't know where they were or what they were going to do, and they couldn't see the enemy.

The centurion made everyone lie down, and he whispered to each one:

"As soon as the bugle sounds, I will rush forward. If you see anyone without a red scarf, I will kill you! Three hundred acres! Remember! Three hundred acres!"

When it was time to get serious, the short man lay on the ground, his mouth was dry and his hands and feet were numb.

He is just a timid farmer who has been dealing with the land all his life and has never even killed a pig, let alone killed someone.

You will go to hell if you kill someone!

But, three hundred acres, that's three hundred acres... I can't even dream of it.

He longed to hear the trumpet, but was afraid to hear the trumpet.

He didn't know how long he had waited before the threatening sound of the charge finally reached his ears.

Deafening shouts of death rang out in the forest, and many people rushed out with spears in their hands.

The dwarf lay motionless on the ground, his hands and feet not obeying his orders.

He was really scared, scared to death.

When he served as a soldier for his last high official, he only got two pieces of black bread a day.

So when she laid down her arms and surrendered, she felt no burden at all.

On the contrary, he felt relieved not to have to fight.

Serving as a soldier for the current high official, in addition to bread, he also received three silver shields.

The silver coin was currently hidden in a secret pocket close to his body, causing his ribs to ache.

But how can three silver shields be worth a life? People will really die in war!

El Chapo is not sure he can go to heaven. He is not very religious and has never donated money or food to the church.

Even if the Lord is forgiving and allows him to go to heaven, it is better to go as late as possible.

What's more, he has already put three silver shields in his arms...

He also received a piece of land grant paper, and he carefully put the thin piece of paper and the silver shield together.

The dwarf wanted the land, he wanted it madly, but he had not really received the land yet.

The three hundred acres only exist in descriptions. Chapo has never erected boundary markers or crossed ridges.

No one pointed to a piece of land and told him literally, "This is your land. It doesn't belong to anyone else. It's yours."

"What if I'm lying to you?" There was a voice in his heart trying desperately to persuade the dwarf: "Who knows if I will really give you land? How can any master be kind? Hide, just hide here! Wait until the war is over.

go out!"

Another voice kept chanting: "Three hundred acres, that's three hundred acres! Let's fight for it!"

Suddenly, the short man's back felt burning pain.

He turned around, and the furious face of Centurion Tamas appeared in his eyes.

Tamas, who was holding a grapevine whip, whipped the little soldier lying on the ground hard and roared like thunder: "Coward! Trash! Charge! Use your pig eyes to see! We are going to win! Charge and win!"

If you rush forward, you will pick 300 acres for free! You don’t even want 300 acres given to you!”

The dwarf was beaten until he screamed miserably. His body curled up into a small ball and kept begging for mercy.

Centurion Tamas whipped him so hard that the cane whip couldn't bear it and broke into two pieces with a "squeak" sound.

Tamas's arm was also shaking. He smashed the remaining half of the cane whip at the short soldier and reached out to draw the knife: "I'll give you three hundred acres and you don't want it! Okay! Fuck you! I'll kill you now."

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The dwarf dug his fingers into the dirt and struggled to get up.

Pain, shame, greed, fear, hatred... His mind was about to be turned into a pot of rotten porridge.

"Ah!!!" A creepy scream came from the dwarf's chest. The honest farmer's eyes were blood red and he rushed out of the forest with his bare hands: "Kill the devil! Three hundred acres!"

The rest of the timid ones were either infected by the dwarf's fanaticism, were afraid of military law, were talking about three hundred acres, or both, and stood up with heavy breaths.

"There are devils in front of you! Devils who come to rob your land! Kill! Killing devils does not count as killing!" Tamas raised his saber and roared: "Whoever doesn't get the fuck, I will kill you right here!"

"Kill!" Everyone shouted with ferocious faces and rushed towards the place where the devil was.

…

Don Juan was never afraid of fighting. On the contrary, fighting made him excited to the point of addiction.

But in this battle, he felt anxious for the first time.

The enemy's layout was very organized. The camp was surrounded by a double-layered wooden fence, and sentries were sent out early.

In order to hide his tracks, Juan had to set up his attack position one mile away.

But he still bumped into the enemy's sentry. Fortunately, the enemy's sentry was also startled and was killed before he could give a warning.

For a charge distance of more than one mile, not to mention how much strength the soldiers have left after reaching the place, few people can just run one mile in the forest without deviating from the direction.

So Don Juan was betting heavily on the disadvantages of a reckless attack on one side, and on the other side was the fragile will of the enemy soldiers to fight and Moritz van Nassou.

The original plan was to wait for the enemy forces to divide up and then conduct an ambush in the wilderness between Hammercastle and Gévaudan.

But the enemy commander was unusually cautious and fought the battle in a disciplined manner.

This made Don Juan uncertain whether the opponent would still divide his troops.

By observing several failed enemy attacks on Fort Hammer, Lieutenant Don Juan concluded that the enemy's morale was low and they lacked the will to fight.

So he decided to adopt a more dangerous battle plan - regardless of whether the enemy divided their forces or not, annihilate them in front of the Hammer Castle!

Successfully intercepting Colonel Geza's messenger gave him a God-given opportunity.

Don Juan did not propose "taking the opportunity to behead", perhaps because he did not expect it, perhaps because he was unwilling.

But Lieutenant Colonel Moritz himself came up with this sinister plan.

As a lieutenant colonel, Moritz voluntarily risked his life to assassinate the enemy commander, which surprised everyone.

Don Juan was even more moved.

"It's just a matter of doing the same thing in return." Moritz smiled casually as always: "Since they can send spellcasters disguised as messengers to assassinate them, we can try it too."

Juan ran wildly through the forest with his saber in hand, thinking silently: "Don't let anything happen, Lieutenant Colonel."

After rushing out of the forest, he suddenly realized that it was not what he expected. Only a few people followed him and ran to the enemy's camp.

The formation of the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment was in pieces after a mile of cross-country charge.

Many soldiers ran out of the forest and stood on the road and found that the enemy camp was still three to four hundred meters away from them.

Some soldiers even ran to the back of Hammer Castle.

"Fuck! What are you thinking about?" Juan yelled angrily: "Pull out the stakes!"

He was the first to rush towards the wooden fence, and the other soldiers followed him as if they had just woken up from a dream.

The wooden stakes carried by the army were inserted into the ground with the gap between the two fists, and the sharp ends pointed out, which was the wooden fence - a textbook-like temporary camp defense.

The enemy has two wooden fences inside and outside.

As soon as Don Juan made a gap two men wide in the outer fence, the enemy troops in the camp came running over.

Some enemies fired bows and arrows at Tang Juan and others.

The enemy's bow was very weak and the arrows flew crookedly, but it still frightened the Tiefeng County soldiers into panic.

Arrows flew past them, and they all turned around and ran away.

"[Extremely obscene and angry expletives]!" Don Juan cursed angrily: "I didn't even run away! Why are you running? Where is the supervising team?"
To be continued...