The rebel reinforcements have been blocked in front of the position for a whole day.
In repeated attacks, tens of thousands of rebel troops were killed in the Al Qaeda family's army positions. The blood of rebel soldiers flowed throughout the positions, becoming the lubricant that accelerated the running-in of new and old members of the Third Army. Rebel Idiots
The commander's entire command process has also become a typical negative teaching material for the Imperial Military Academy in the future.
The first principal and instructor of this Imperial Military Academy is His Majesty the Emperor, who is currently sitting in the headquarters, holding red wine in one hand and a pointer in the other - Cohen Keda.
Cohen divided the officers in the command post into three parts, and they took turns practicing in the process of high-level command, logistics command, and front-line command.
The frontline troops were also mobilized very frequently, trying to expose each unit to more and more complex battles. To this end, he did not hesitate to give up opportunities to annihilate the enemy again and again, and also gave time for the rebels to continue organizing their offensive.
After a day of fighting, the senior officers of the Third Army had understood His Majesty the Emperor's intentions, and they actively cooperated with Cohen's plan.
At the same time, in order to prevent the rebels from playing any tricks, the elite winged troops and cavalry units have entered the assault position, ready to attack at any time to end this "training".
It's just that this kind of training makes the recruits who have just joined the army suffer.
Although the recruits have been trained before, it was in the training ground. Someone taught them, someone corrected them, they were scolded when they made mistakes, and the worst they could get was a slap in the face, and they had the chance to start over.
But this is a real battle. If you make a mistake, you will close your eyes forever. You will only be remembered by your companions during festivals at most throughout the year.
When fighting for the first time, recruits are very nervous and may make mistakes in some of the moves they did well in training.
This is exactly the meaning and purpose of His Majesty Cohen's launch of this campaign - instead of paying high prices for training in future high-intensity wars, it is better to gain experience with this rookie unit first, so that the soldiers can at least get used to the atmosphere of war.
In previous wars, His Majesty Cohen never bothered with this kind of thing due to the special source of soldiers.
But most of the recruits recruited this time are honest and honest farm children, not slaves whose lives are hanging by a thread, nor are they children of the thirty-six tribes who have been displaced. Most of them have never seen a killing scene at all.
After the rebel forwards were eliminated in the position, when His Majesty Cohen inspected the position, he saw a large number of lost recruits. Some were squatting on the ground and shaking, and some were leaning against the wall and vomiting...
This was also the fundamental reason why he later accepted Brigadier General Moya's request for his command.
If you want to tremble, shake it all in this battle; if you want to vomit, vomit it all in one battle.
In order to achieve this goal, His Majesty Cohen mobilized the Second Army, which had disappeared for many days. Under the leadership of the deputy commander, the Second Army's marching route took a big detour and appeared between the Holy Capital and the Third Army's positions.
First, it ate up the rebel rearguard, and then blocked the rebels' escape route.
In fact, as early as that afternoon, the commander of the rebels, the lieutenant general, had already learned that the retreat was blocked. After "a series of ideological struggles," the lieutenant general sent someone to negotiate the surrender.
But His Majesty the Emperor ordered someone to cut off the head of the rebel messenger without even meeting him... and made the rebels surrender. Where can they find such a competent target force?
As night fell, the battle came to an end. There were dots of bonfires on the rebel side, but it was pitch black on the Al Qaeda family position.
After his dinner, His Majesty Cohen first convened a meeting of officers to arrange the night defense, and then sat in a daze. Brigadier Moya came twice, but seeing Cohen's thoughtful expression, he did not dare to disturb him.
When Moya came for the third time, it was almost dawn, and His Majesty the Emperor finally spoke.
"Moya, have the casualties of the rebels been calculated? What is the situation in other areas?" Cohen looked at him: "They attacked again just now?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, they launched a night attack. According to our statistics, more than half of the rebel casualties have been lost so far." Moya walked behind Cohen: "They also broke through backwards, but the Second Army defeated them
The escape route is blocked."
"You can take over the command after daybreak and notify the general staff officer to report here." Cohen stood up, went to the window and took a deep breath: "You finish the battle today and clear the passage."
"Are you going to the Holy City?" Moya asked in surprise.
"Yes! It's not an option to procrastinate like this. We have already practiced what we should practice anyway." Cohen nodded: "As soon as we go to war, things pile up like a mountain. I almost forget a few very important things."
"If possible, please let me do it!"
"You? What are you thinking! This is all my private matter." Cohen smiled lightly: "Take care of your troops! My legion commander. Once we break into the Holy City, we will have to take charge of the empire."
"Your Majesty, are you worrying about the future of the empire?"
"I'm not a monster. Of course there will be a lot of troublesome things. Being an emperor is such a hard job. No wonder Fichet is unwilling to take it." Cohen walked to the table with a wry smile and picked up the wine glass: "I said
Moya, what would you do if I turned into a desperate lunatic?"
Moya shook his head: "You can't, His Majesty the Emperor."
"Am I not walking on the road of a lunatic?" Cohen drank red wine and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Answer me."
"Even if Your Majesty becomes a lunatic, you are still my boss." Moya replied expressionlessly: "When my loved ones are healthy, I may leave; but when my loved ones need me, I will definitely stay by their side.
.”
Cohen turned around and stared at the tall man with curious eyes, but Moya accepted this look calmly.
"This is the first time I've heard you say something like this. When did you learn it?" Cohen asked, "Is it poetry?"
"No, I heard it was my mother who said it. In fact, my mother passed away a long time ago, and I only heard my father say it a few times." Moya lowered his eyes: "I can't remember her appearance. This is what I said.
My only memory of her."
"Are you homesick?" Cohen nodded in relief: "Where is your hometown...?"
"In the Liva Empire, close to the Bansai Empire - I don't want that shabby place at all."
"That's far enough..." Cohen walked over, leaned into Moya's ear and said something, then patted him on the shoulder, laughed and walked out.
Brigadier General Moya was stunned, and the helmet he was holding fell off and rolled to the corner.
"Ah! I almost forgot to tell you, if I say such warm words next time, please be sure to speak with emotion. If you speak expressionlessly, people will think you are a murderer." Cohen turned back and leaned against the door frame.
Above: "After this battle, go back and see your brother! With such a delicate and upright face, he must have a very beautiful mother."
Brigadier General Moya said nothing, just nodded.
After dawn, the poor rebel troops made a final struggle for their own survival. The sound of killings on the battlefield was loud, but His Majesty the Emperor slept peacefully in the noisy environment.
When the General Staff Officer received the order and arrived, there was no fighting at the front of the position, but sporadic rebel troops came over to surrender. Judging from what these people revealed, the rebel command headquarters was in chaos.
Some rebel troops started doing their job in order to surrender to Cohen. They wanted to assassinate the Lieutenant General to please His Majesty Cohen... After the assassination failed, the remaining rebel troops mutinied. Many soldiers gave up their horses and fled into the mountains on both sides of the plain. Now.
Only a few troops were still near the headquarters, and the lieutenant general was also seriously injured.
"In this case, there is no need to continue this battle." Asking Bai Ying to get dressed, Cohen ordered Moya through the screen: "Accept their surrender and give you two hours to clean up the mess. We will do it today."
Let’s head to the Holy Capital in the evening.”
After Brigadier General Moya left, the General Staff Officer asked: "Your Majesty, what about the battle over there in Conson City?"
"Are they willing to surrender?"
"willing."
"Also accept it." Cohen thought for a moment: "Then notify the military judge and have all the civil and military officials in Conson City executed for insulting the royal family."
"All?" Carlos was a little surprised: "Should we keep some? Execute all the officials who surrendered. This will have a bad impact on His Majesty's reputation."
"What color is the gem on the crown? It is red, as gorgeous as blood... Only this color can set off the majesty of the royal power." Cohen chuckled: "Carlos, we still have many provinces.
I haven’t taken it down yet! Do you think they will obey me willingly? I just do it to show them. I, Cohen Keda, have this kind of virtue. If I’m not satisfied, I’ll leave as soon as possible.”
"But……"
"No problem. The officials who surrendered in other places didn't do anything to them. We just treated them differently." Cohen glanced at Bai Ying, who was arranging his clothes: "If Bai Ying hadn't been here, I would have asked you to surrender."
All the soldiers were killed together."
Even Bai Ying, who had unfathomable self-cultivation, didn't glare at him angrily at this time.
"Don't glare at me, it's not like I want to be the emperor." Faced with Bai Ying's silent condemnation, Cohen smiled: "Actually, among so many people, I am the most innocent."
"Your Majesty." Carlos coughed twice: "I seem to be still here..."
"I know you are here, what's wrong?"
"Boss..." Cohen's words made Carlos dumbfounded: "Before joking with the lady, it seems you should send me away first."
"I'm talking to Carlos, are you feeling itchy after being single for a long time? Be careful that Bai Ying will catch you in the sky and then drop you." Cohen walked out from behind the screen and pointed to the chair next to him for Carlos to sit down: "Let's sit down first.
As promised, if Bai Ying really wants to do that, I won't stop him."
"Boss!" Carlos whispered: "What you say will chill my heart. I am a subordinate who has followed you through life and death and crawled out from the dead!"
"When will I take you over the pile of dead people? How can you, a guy with zero marks in literature, be able to write and write?" Cohen replied with a smile: "I know Bai Ying and Fichet together."
"Here we go again..." Carlos said with a sad look on his face: "It's also a sin to know someone late."
"By the way, you would rather be teased by me than resign. You must have something wrong, right?" After the joke was over, Cohen asked seriously: "Speak!"
"I'm a little confused about this series of battles planned by His Majesty, so I wanted to ask."
"Actually, there is no reason. I just want to train several troops separately. The three legions have always had their own strengths. I want them to have defense during offense and offense during defense." Cohen sighed: "But
Facts have proved that my plan is not very effective."
"Is there something wrong?"
"On the one hand, the rebels are not strong enough, and on the other hand, our recruits are not determined enough. In addition, there are many flaws exposed in each branch of the military." Cohen frowned: "It seems that we still need to plan and establish a regular military academies as soon as possible.
, only through formal training.”
"Your Majesty, our army's combat effectiveness is already very strong. This is a fair assessment. Our army can compete with any army on the mainland." Carlos, as the general staff officer, did not quite understand Cohen's words.
"Are they very strong? You can go and see the new recruits in the camp later! Look at their pale faces. You are right, our troops are indeed strong enough to defeat the rebels, but that is not enough. Their
The combat effectiveness cannot meet my requirements." Cohen waved his hand: "I haven't slept much these days, just thinking about the changes in the army."
Carlos opened his mouth wide and yelled: "Reform in the army?"
"Why are you so surprised?" Cohen stood up: "To achieve my strategic goals, how many troops do we need to maintain with the current combat effectiveness? And if we want to maintain the lead in military strength, change is imperative."
"Then...in what aspects should we change?"
"Every branch of the military must change, from the recruitment of soldiers, training to logistics, etc." Cohen looked at the surprised Carlos: "The most important point is that the country's military must be in the hands of the top management.
.The provinces and the aristocracy are not allowed to have armies. The army is used to fight, fight for me."
"The military exists independently? What about the maintenance of peacetime security?"
"Daily security is a matter for the internal affairs system." Cohen approached his general staff officer: "My initial plan is to establish theater headquarters in several directions of the empire to uniformly command and dispatch the troops within their jurisdiction."
"You have to let me think about it... I can't turn my head around again." Carlos shook his poor head: "I'm still thinking about the things in front of me, but Your Majesty, you have already thought about going many years later... This
Is that the difference between a general staff officer and an emperor?"
"I'm still thinking about this matter. You just need to have a rough idea, but you have to be mentally prepared. But on the other hand, I have gained a lot." Cohen smiled slightly and threw a large stack of official documents onto several cases:
"My general staff officer, look at the performance of senior officers!"
"This is...a document opposing His Majesty's military strategy?" Carlos looked through the official documents: "All of them?"
"I deliberately made this battle confusing. My original intention was to train the soldiers. But later, almost every officer at the level of wing leader wrote me official documents, pointing out many inappropriate aspects of my tactics, and proposed their own
plans." Cohen said in a gratified tone: "I'm very happy! Many of the plans are very complete. Just the courage to speak out my suggestions makes me happy."
"This shows that our officers are gradually maturing. If they are properly trained, they should be able to stand on their own, right?"
"After quelling the rebellion, I will expand the army." Cohen whispered: "Leader candidates will be selected from among these people. Of course, if they want to be independent, they need to learn more."
"Only now do I understand that the ultimate purpose of this strange battle is to discover talents." Carlos nodded in relief: "Expansion of the army? How large a scale?"
"I'm still considering the scale, and you should consider it too."
"Sir, I think your arrangements are strict, but I don't know anything about the mobilization of troops such as the Second Army. What does this mean?" Carlos said very dissatisfied: "I am your general staff officer.
, but ended up jumping up and down like a fool, worrying about this and that, feeling uneasy..."
"Carlos, you are a very steady person. If you didn't jump up and down so nervously, do you think I would be able to receive these official documents?" Cohen smiled maliciously: "Below Lisang City, from
From the moment I received the first official document, I decided to hide it from you too."
"I'm going to complain to the prince...you are teasing me."
"Sue whatever you want, just think of it as sacrificing your life for the country this time." Cohen patted Carlos on the shoulder: "Come with me for a walk and help you clear your mind."
"Ah! Yes!"
Three days later, the Holy City, the Royal Palace.
His Majesty Luman was sitting on the throne that did not belong to him, trembling all over. He was staring at the officials kneeling in front of him with an almost crazy look, but could not say a word.
The Al Qaeda family troops appeared near the Holy Capital, Princess Lisa and her husband disappeared, and the main traffic artery behind the Holy Capital was seized... One by one, the worst news came one after another today, which made His Majesty Luman's
The spirit suffered tremendous torture.
The sudden disappearance of the left prime minister, who had always been considered a weakling, gave him a strong stimulus, and his already morbid will changed again.
"Your Majesty, we caught several officials trying to escape." An officer knelt down by the palace door and reported: "Your Majesty, how should we deal with them?"
"How to deal with it?" His Majesty Luman raised his groggy head and said in a hoarse voice: "Kill - kill their whole family!"
"There are the Finance Minister and..."
"Kill!" Luman threw the wine glass in his hand towards the officer: "Kill me!"
"Yes!" The officer climbed down cautiously.
"From now on, I will send a team of soldiers to every major official! Who dares to run away, I will let his whole family die! Hahahaha - hehehehehe! Eat my food, use my food, if you see me not
You just want to run away? You can’t do it! Even if I die, I will drag these people with me—hahahaha!”
His Majesty Luman laughed wildly in the hall. The sharp laughter was like fingernails scraping against the rough stone surface. By the end, the laughter had turned into a weird howl.
The officials kneeling on the ground were sweating profusely, and were almost driven crazy by their master's torture. Everyone knew in their hearts that Luman was no different from a madman now. If he didn't pay attention, his head would fall off.
That night, almost all the officials in the Holy City couldn't eat. They all looked at the food in front of them in a daze with their knives and forks.
The situation in front of us is clear. Luhrmann is about to be doomed. These officials are trying their best to find a way out for themselves... It would be great if they can surrender, but with the character of Cohen Keda, he can forgive his past.
Someone who betrayed the royal family?
Among these officials, those who rose up following Luman's rebellion were naturally not spared, but these people were originally untouchables. After a moment of glory, even death was considered worthwhile.
But those officials who were originally imperial officials, especially those who belonged to the nobility, now regretted it... They could have lived a good life for a lifetime, but they were obsessed with it and participated in the rebellion for Lu Man's petty profit, and now the whole family
People are going to lose their heads over this!
Who among the noble nobles wants to die? Let alone sacrifice his whole family's life to bury Luman.
The aristocratic class of the Holy Capital was enveloped in a pessimistic atmosphere.
When night fell, the latent forces of the Al Qaeda family became active again. So on this day, they carried out something with wide impact under the night, which was called the "Extreme Shameless Trilogy" by other empires of the Divine Alliance.
The "Great Pre-War Rescue" kicked off.
On this extraordinary night, what appeared on the scene was not Amaterasu's gangsters or Marfa's liaison personnel, but the private intelligence system of the Prime Minister, Prince Visu Keda.
All aristocratic officials staged a large number of visits in the Holy Capital, and officials from various ministries were welcomed and dropped off at their homes. It was as lively as the New Year, and the ordinary people were puzzled to see it.
Prince Visu Kedar, this is a nobleman with a good reputation. If he knew what would happen in the future, I wonder if he would do this tonight.
But one thing is certain, that is, on this night, all the trade roads leading to the Holy Capital were crowded with troops of the Al Qaeda family, and the lighting torches were connected together, reflecting the entire night sky red, far away.
Look, the crimson night is so dazzling...
In the palace, His Majesty Luman also used his last resort. He first ordered that all the officials in charge would be invited to the palace for breakfast tomorrow morning to decide on a defensive strategy. Then he summoned the chief chamberlain and handed him a packet of powder and ordered him to