After Griffith left the military camp near the Tuyang Reservoir, he transferred to a pair of horses and galloped along the road towards the old town. He arrived at the old town at dusk on the 16th and found that the city defense troops in the old town had gathered. There were piles of people in the port area.
A lot of supplies have been collected, and the scene is very busy. The computer version is updated the fastest::/
The arrangement he received from General Valens was just to rush to the city defense headquarters in the old town, leave the horses with the scouts there, and take a boat to the west of the river to go to the two brigades under the First Army of Verona.
Act as an observer and report the situation to the old town.
On the surface it still looks like a very simple task.
However, Griffith, who had suffered a loss once, was extremely cautious along the way, for fear of encountering another trap. He soon discovered that the military had no intention of caring about him, and the few officers were busy cleaning up the old
The town’s port unloading area is used to transport materials.
The echo crystal signal in the entire area is so noisy that even the Astrology Tower's time is difficult to hear clearly.
He waited at the headquarters for more than an hour, and finally an officer came to hand over to him.
"You can go to the weapons depot to pick out some weapons. There are no good things left, so don't hold out any hope," said the busy officer. "I'm glad to see you have a nice piece of mail. Our warehouse here is full of empty rats.
Nothing."
"Why?"
“The supplies have all been transferred to the Eastern Front,” the officer replied. “All the armor and weapons were shipped there at the beginning of last year to prepare for the decisive battle. So far, only a few weapons have been added.”
Griffith nodded, expressing understanding: "Are there any other orders or war briefings? What happened?"
"I don't know," the officer shook his head. "We suddenly received an order to assemble and arm all the city defense troops, then mobilize the militia and organize the ports and warehouses. The time is very tight and we are too busy at all."
After the officer finished speaking, he stood up and showed Griffith the location of the weapons depot. While pointing the way, he said: "If you have time, go check on the city defense troops for us, and then report to your superiors. They have never fought.
The battle and equipment are not complete and are of no use at all, so why waste time mobilizing them?"
Griffith came to the quartermaster's office with a warrant and found that there were no clothes, boots, armor, or equipment, not even a quartermaster.
A technical sergeant was sitting there blankly. He saw Griffith coming in and greeted him warmly:
“Hello, I am Engineer Technical Sergeant Senamon from the 12th Army Corps. I was recently transferred here. The Quartermaster has gone to the port and asked me to look after him here.
“As you can see, there is nothing to manage.”
Griffith walked around the empty warehouse and found a short gun, as well as some daggers and hatchets, not even a sword. Technical Sergeant Senamon registered it and spread his hands: "That's it.
, our equipment is also very tight, especially armor, and even boots are not enough. This is given to you because the superiors want to send you to the Verona Legion.
“You must return it to us when you leave the old town and return to Bijerland! The damage must be compensated.”
Griffith took the equipment, dug into his pocket, and placed two shiny silver coins on the table. "Didn't you get some new things in the past two days?"
Senamon snatched away the silver coins on the table and said with a serious look: "Come back and have a look in two days. It is said that a batch of halberds and tiger spears will be sent to coordinate with the gun array of the city defense army."
The halberd is good. Griffith immediately remembered it, and then asked:
“How is the situation with the Legion of Verona? Is there any news recently?”
Senamon curled his lips contemptuously: "Their legion is now an empty frame, and the experienced veterans have been dismissed. The general lives in his own territory, and where you are going there are only two brigades with less than a thousand people. Commander
Maglius is their commander."
“What are they going to do?”
"I don't know. I heard that they are going to be transferred to the north to attack a large group of rebels." Technical Sergeant Senamon thought for a moment. "Some people suspect that the local aristocratic coalition cannot defeat the rebels, and some of them may rebel. Take a look at the previous battle reports.
Yes, in fact there must be something wrong. When the superiors send a sergeant like you here, they should also want to understand some of the actual situation."
"Is there someone? Who specifically discovered the suspicion?" Griffith asked vigilantly.
The technical sergeant touched his nose and said, "I guessed it. Of course, the superiors must also have suspicions.
“Have you ever seen the local city defense army and garrison? Those armies do not belong to our system and are directly managed by local officers and nobles.
“They were almost like beggars. I saw them not having enough to eat, and often stealing potatoes from the fields and chickens from the knight’s house, and then being hung up and whipped.
“How can such an army be reliable?”
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Griffith took a boat up the river that night, and then boarded a carriage carrying supplies to Maglius's army.
There was chaos along the way, with many people like refugees fleeing from far away. They said that a rebel force was coming from the north, but no one could tell clearly what happened.
At noon on March 19, Griffith finally arrived at the military camp of the Verona Legion.
As soon as he arrived here, he heard the news that Sonia and the others were attacked.
What's even more shocking is that the camping group could enter a safer area just by crossing the Beit River, which is not very wide. However, they stayed there motionless for the whole night. In the early morning of the 18th, the horse thieves under the rebel army had already cut off the enemy.
The road between the baron's castle and the ferry surrounded them, making it impossible for them to leave even if they wanted to.
Griffith could not understand this situation at the first time and thought it was a fabricated rumor. According to his common sense, Sonia and the others were not many in number, were traveling lightly, and were protected by powerful supernatural beings. There was no doubt that they should leave as soon as possible.
Encirclement and rendezvous with reinforcements.
This is ridiculous!
There are often some strange battle cases in military history. The army that could clearly escape from the encirclement inexplicably stopped at the last moment of escaping, sitting in the sleepy city, singing the song of destruction.
Griffiths laughed it off when he saw these examples of warfare at Homemonworth, thinking that those guys were really stupid.
I didn’t expect that this kind of thing would happen to me.
The poor local communication situation left Griffiths unprepared at all, and he never expected that Sonia would be surrounded.
He was worried. From the 18th to now, Sonia and the others have been surrounded all day long. It is not known whether they were besieged or whether they were injured...
Griffith immediately came to the camp led by Maglius:
“When will your lord, the commander, lead the army to attack?”
“Tomorrow morning.” The officer on duty answered him readily.
So fast? Sonia's situation is very dangerous, and it is also a good thing to put pressure on the rebels as soon as possible. Griffith was happy in his heart, and then asked: "Have the scouts reconnoitred the nearby terrain?"
“There is no time,” the quartermaster shrugged. “Baron Bethe’s castle is on the plain, and there is no way to set up an ambush nearby. If you want a map of this place, I’ll give you one.”
This map is a military version and is very detailed. From the map, it can be seen that the two legion groups led by Maglius marched quickly and occupied the other side of the river in the southeast of Beit Manor. They needed to cross the Vero River to reach it.
Go to the land on the other side. It is not the rainy season now, and the river is not deep. With the strength of the legion's infantry, even a foot assault through the water can break through the defense of the rebels on the other side.
The rebels cut off the area east of the Beit Manor in an arc. They have at least three camps located in various highlands from the north bank of the Vero River to the west bank of the Beit River, and are besieging several nearby noble territories.
In addition to the Maglius Brigade in Verona, an engineering force is coming from the coastal area. They carry light trebuchets and some ballistae, preparing to use them to storm the rebel defense lines. This force from the east
The reinforcements were covered by some light infantry and local militia and moved very slowly.
Griffith is not a combatant of this unit and can act according to his own habits.
Since leaving the Eastern battlefield, Griffith has experienced a series of conspiracies, ambushes and traps. Although he still maintains the instinct and habit of obeying orders, he increasingly feels that being an obedient good soldier has limitations. He begins to
Realize that many things that are taken for granted are actually contradictory and absurd, and it is necessary to make creative and independent judgments based on your own experience and knowledge.
He is not planning to rest in the military camp until tomorrow morning, but plans to seize the time to investigate the nearby geography and rebel situation.
It was just in time for the meal to begin. The infantrymen of the large group lined up in a long queue, waiting quietly for their meals.
Although the supply of the army has improved a lot since the end of the war, black bread, which is easy to store during the march, is still everyone's staple food. The side dish is a stew of potatoes, tomatoes and radishes, which looks like it has just been pulled out of the ground.
There was no meat, so the cooks could only pour a lot of lard into it.
Griffith waited in line for five minutes. When it was his turn, he opened the iron lunch box he carried with him and filled it with soup. He also took two large pieces of hard bread and walked towards the commander who was eating.
The commander and officers gathered around a table in the headquarters, nibbling their bread. When Griffith walked in, an adjutant beside the commander barely raised his head: "What's the matter, Second Class Captain?"
"Sir," Griffiths saluted the officer seriously, "I noticed that the upper reaches of the Beit River are hills and woodland, not far from us. I am worried that the rebel troops are hidden there, and after the snow melts in the spring, there may be
Flash floods will occur, and I recommend conducting reconnaissance in that area."
The officers who were eating all stopped and stared at him with incomprehensible eyes.
"So what, military democracy, the Eastern Army," a squadron leader shrugged, turned to Griffith and said, "Second-level squad leader, no matter what your Eastern rules are, here, the commander decides, the soldiers
Obey, understand?"
"Then let's go and have a look~" the commander put down his spoon, "I have decided that you will conduct reconnaissance in that area, and the reconnaissance results must be sent to me tomorrow morning." Fastest update on mobile phone::
The officers sitting around the table immediately smiled with satisfaction.
Griffith looked at the officers in the camp and said slowly: "Can you allocate me some men and horses?"
“Do you think I have extra men and horses here?” the commander asked, “What other questions are there?”
"No more. Excuse me, my lord, sirs," Griffiths saluted again with a calm expression, turned around and exited the camp.
Although Commander Maglius did not give himself a good look, there is nothing surprising about this. Griffith is still just a small non-commissioned officer, and he is a vassal of a big noble from the center. If Verona is
It's strange that the Legion was so polite to him.
There are still several hours before dark, so hurry up and set off. Griffith can reach the foot of the northern mountain before sunset and complete the pre-battle reconnaissance of the entire battlefield.
He traveled along the east bank of the Beit River to get a preliminary understanding of the situation at Beit Manor and the general situation of bandits nearby, and gained an intuitive understanding of the plain that was about to become a battlefield.
If there are not more rebels hidden in the mountains and forests, then there will be no suspense in tomorrow's battle. He can rest at the foot of the mountain for a while, return to the camp before dawn to report back, and help Sonia and the others relieve the siege together.