[Shovel Port Pier]

The monkey sat listlessly on a wooden pier with fish scales, turning his head from time to time to look behind him, as if he could see the battle outside the city through the houses and streets.

He pricked up his ears and listened to the movement. When the cannon sounded, he jumped up like he squeezed to his toes.

"It's time to fight!" The monkey was so anxious that he hummed: "It's time to fight!"

"I'm going to fire a fire, it's up to you?" Lu Xirong angrily pulled the monkey back to his original position: "Sit down for me."

Monkey and Lucirong hid in a straw shed on the pier. After fishermen sold the catch, they would bring the little fish that no one wanted here to marinate and dry.

So the gaps in the wooden boards under the straw shed had already penetrated with black dirt, which was a mixture of blood, mud and fish internal organs.

Even if the nostrils were plugged with radishes, the monkey could smell the disgusting smell of fishy smell and rottenness. Although Lucirong didn't say it, he also frowned.

On the other hand, Peter Bunier, who was hiding in the fish-killing hut with the monkey and Lucirong, seemed to feel no discomfort.

The monkey looked at Sergeant Bunier in a complicated mood. The latter was staring at the lake with a small piece of dried fish in his hand, chewing like a squirrel.

"Sergeant Bunier." The monkey asked in a muffled voice: "There must be a fight outside the town. It's not good for us to hide here, right?"

Peter looked at the recruits in confusion and replied without thinking: "No... it's good to stay here."

"I heard that the bandit leader Bothal brought a lot of people!" The monkey seemed to hit the cotton with a punch. He was half angry and half begging: "We have to go and support Lord Tamas!"

"Support?" Peter became even more confused. He scratched the back of his head and replied a little dazedly: "The battalion commander doesn't need us to support him."

The monkey's anger was really lit, and he jumped up again, grinning and roaring: "We are the first company! Lord Tamas's personal pick! But what? They are fighting! We are watching the water!"

This time, before Peter Buniel could speak, Lucirong had already slid a large-size shoe print on the monkey's butt, and then covered another one on the other side of the butt in discomfort.

Lucirong dragged the uneasy recruit back to his seat and kept apologizing to Peter Bunier: "This kid...ah, he didn't catch a single head when he hit the barbarian, and he was anxious. Sergeant, don't bother him..."

"It's okay." Peter waved his hand in panic. He actually didn't quite understand why the recruit was suddenly so angry, because just now his attention was mainly on the dried fish in his mouth that he couldn't chew: "It's okay."

After thinking carefully for a long time, Peter bypassed Lucirong and explained to the recruits: "Well, that, I don't understand why the battalion commander asked me to take charge of the first company, and I don't understand why the whole company didn't go to war."

"But." Peter Bunier said seriously: "Captain Morrow asked us to guard the dock, and there must be his reason. We just need to obey the orders."

The monkey lowered his head and said nothing.

Then, Lu Xirong slapped him in the head again.

"The sergeant is talking to you!" Lu Xirong cursed: "Answer 'yes' to me!"

The monkey squeezed out the sound from the teeth: "Yes."

"'Yes, sergeant'!" Lu Xirong slapped the uneasy recruit again.

The monkey stood up and saluted reluctantly: "Yes! Sergeant."

Peter still didn't understand why the recruit was so angry. He subconsciously replied with a greeting, but the recruit had already sat back heavily to Kill Yudunzi.

Lu Xirong, a veteran from the Fifth Legion, bowed his head apologetically to Sergeant Bunier, turned around and looked at the monkey. After a long silence, he sighed and said earnestly: "You kid still don't know how lucky you are! You meet a good person, Sergeant Bunier doesn't care about you. If you were other vicious guys, you would have peeled off your skin long ago!"

"Old man." Peter Bunier asked curiously: "How many years have you been a soldier?"

Hearing this question, Lu Xirong took off his helmet, stroked his gray hair, smiled bitterly, and then said indifferently: "I haven't calculated it myself, it's almost... it's been twenty years."

The monkey widened his eyes in disbelief. Although he knew that the Sergeant Luxi Venge was a veteran, he never thought that the other party would serve so long: "Twenty years? I have only lived for eighteen years in total. You have been twenty years?"

"Twenty years..." Peter looked at the lake, chewing on the dried fish, as if sighing.

...

[Outside the town of Zhaozigang]

"preparation!"

"aim!"

"Open fire!"

"Bang!"

The musketeer who finished shooting pulled out the bracket, carried the musket, turned around and walked to the rear of the queue.

The musketeer, who was originally located in the second row, took three steps and placed the brackets.

"preparation!"

"aim!"

"Open fire!"

"Bang!"

Although there are opportunities for the shooter to pull the shooting rod first and then, the gunshot sounds like a whole.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

On the front of the new army in Tiefeng County, the fire sounds of each company are blowing one after another, like a rhythmic melody.

However, for the soldiers under Potal, what came from the front was not a melody, but the sound of the death knight's hooves.

When approaching for reconnaissance, Potal had already discovered that the rebels' formation was very strange. They did not form common solid square formations, but spread out in horizontal lines.

The horizontal lines are like bricks built on walls, stacked on each other, starting from one tip toward the two wings.

Potal guessed that the opponent was defending against the wall and did not need to guard against attacks that might come from the rear, so he formed a one-sided formation.

To some extent, Potal's idea was not wrong. But when he actually commanded the troops toward the rebel formation, he realized that because it was a horizontal line, the rebel front with a disadvantageous number was wider.

On the contrary, Potar's own troops, because they used a solid square formation to face the enemy, almost all the soldiers inside and behind the square formation were "wasted". Not only could they not encircle the enemy's flanks, but they were at risk of being encircled by the enemy.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But Potal dares to be like, nor can he unfold like a rebel.

The rebels dared to line up like this because they were backed by the wall and had no worries; but there was a sharp blade called "Rebel Cavalry" hanging above Potal's head. If Potal's soldiers lined up in a row, the rebel cavalry team could completely destroy Potal's army with one charge.

What's more, Potal's troops can maintain discipline, largely because of the sense of security brought to the soldiers by the square formation. What will happen if the square formation is disbanded? Potal dare not imagine.

Potal made a quick decision to change the direction of the infantry's advance, no longer seeking a central breakthrough, but instead attacked the wing of the rebel front. He held the only half of the squadron rider in his hand, guarding against the rebel cavalry that might suddenly appear, waiting for the fighter jets that attacked the rebel flanks.

He followed the tactical actions of Mr. Alpha strictly - before his spearman entered the range of the rebel musketeers, he sent his musketeers to shoot the rebels.

In the textbook of the Alliance Army Academy, this "exchange shooting" tactic is explained as: if enemy shooters fire, their best first-round shooting opportunities will be wasted; if enemy shooters do not fire, their own musketeers can continue to weaken the enemy.

Then, the Musketeers in Potal were hit head-on.

One round, two rounds, three rounds... the rebels' muskets seemed to not need to be loaded, one after another.

Every time Potal's musketeers walked a short distance forward, the rebels would shoot a new round of guns; every time the rebel's gunshots sounded, Potal's heart would stop and jump.

The musketeers he sent were knocked down one after another by hail-like lead bullets sweeping across the battlefield before they could reach their range. Those who survived by luck did not care about the military law, threw down their weapons, and fled in front of the two armies.

The gunshots stopped, and the rebels' formation returned to quiet, as if they were laughing at Potal in silence.

The phalanx of the harbor troops was also silent, and no one knew whether they could survive.

Potal led the guards to catch up with the escaped musketeers and slashed all the deserters.

Back in front of the formation, Potal's eyes were already red due to bloodshotness. He didn't understand why he had already fought according to the regular tactics taught him by Alpha, but was beaten everywhere; he meticulously implemented Alpha's plan, but was restrained everywhere.

So what tactics? What officer? Fuck it! Just do it my way!

"Everyone in the Port of Shaved Harbor is a traitor! They surrender to the rebels! They are no longer protected by the laws of the Republic!" Potal shouted at the top of his lungs: "Take the Port of Shaved Harbor! You can take everything! Women! Gold and silver! Everything is yours!"

In the end, Potal's voice was almost like the beast's roar: "Don't worry about the formation! Spearman! Kill them all! Charge!!!"

At the other end of the battlefield, Bart Xialing stared at the bandit leader who was dancing in the distance and ordered the second battalion located on the right wing of the front to move to the side of the enemy.

On the temporary cannon base, Captain Morrow's voice was colder than the mask: "Shocking, release!"

The demon Ans ignited the launching medicine and poured a rain of death on the enemy's fire.

...

At the same time, in a straw shed at the Shuozi Harbour Pier far away from the battlefield, Peter Bunier, who was gnawing dried fish, suddenly said "huh".

"What's wrong?" Lucirong asked, "Sergeant Bunier."

Peter pointed to the silhouette on the water outside the harbor: "It seems like a boat is coming."

"What?" The sleepy monkey suddenly felt energetic: "There is a ship? Is it really let's wait?"

...

And in the southwest direction, also far from the battlefield, Andre, who rushed to the battlefield at lightning, cursed: "[swear words]! It's still too late! There are only leftovers to eat! [angry swear words]!"

He actually came early. According to the original plan, the troops who captured the Shaved Port would launch a feint attack on the Potal Manor at the agreed time, luring the defenders of the Potal Manor to attack, and then cooperate with the cavalry to annihilate it - the classic Hurd trick, but with the Nurem Bell, the timetable for collaborative operations can be precisely accurate to the hour.

To ensure the success of the plan, Andre's cavalry must hide outside the patrol route of the enemy's cavalry before the feint attack was launched.

However, the plan is never as fast as the change, so he still came late - Potal thought his troops could win in hand-to-hand combat, but the fact is that hand-to-hand combat is more cruel than shooting, and Potal's troops are almost at a loss.

"Sir! Wait!" Thurin's shout came from behind: "The new recruit can't keep up with you!"

Andre turned around and saw that his subordinates were less than forty, and they were all in a mess. You know, he had gathered a squadron when he set out from Revodan.

Andrey hammered his thigh in anger—the best cavalry and the best war horse were plundered by the guy Winters, leaving him with only some unbearable recruits and fools.
To be continued...