Less than ten minutes after meeting, the Crown Prince issued an eviction order. To be honest, the Crown Prince's first impression on Sean was good, and he thought that the Crown Prince was not as cold as the rumors.
But this sentence brought Sean back to reality.
"Viscount, do you have anything else to do?" the crown prince asked.
"Your Highness, if possible, I hope that the Genoa Civil Defense Force can be responsible for the defense of the northwest corner of Daguerre City." Sean said.
The Crown Prince glanced at General Schmidt. General Schmidt said:
"Although the 1st Unity Division suffered heavy losses in the previous stage of the battle, we still have the 2nd and 3rd Unity Divisions. These two reorganized divisions now have high morale. Although the rebels have strong cities, their strength has been severely weakened...
"
It is not so much that the commander-in-chief does not want the Genoese to share the credit, but rather that he does not trust Genoa's ability to attack difficulties. He also probably understands Sean's little thoughts and does not want to risk the lives of soldiers in exchange for military merit.
The Crown Prince ignored General Schmidt's words and asked Sean: "I noticed that you used the word 'defense'?"
"Your Highness is aware of this!" Sean said, "In fact, my troops have no experience in attacking fortified cities. We were able to capture Moorish City mainly because we lured the rebels out of the city and fought with me in the field. There was also some luck.
Ingredients. The reason why I want to obtain the defense of the northwest corner of Daguerre is based on an intelligence I obtained."
"What information?" the crown prince asked.
"Your Highness, I have received some information, but this information is a bit unbelievable. But I think it is necessary to tell you and General Schmidt." Sean said at this time, "It is said that there is a mysterious armed force in the city, possibly a blood warrior, and they
There may be secret passages leading to the outside of the city." Sean said.
The Crown Prince and General Schmidt were shocked. General Schmidt said:
"Viscount, are you kidding me? This is not the northern border. Did they fly over from the distant Assyrian Empire?"
"Is the information reliable?" The crown prince also looked in disbelief.
If this is true, they mean a more complicated situation. Domestic rebels have allied themselves with old enemies abroad. If werewolves are added to the mix, it will really cause internal and external troubles.
"Our army learned this information from a wounded rebel soldier. There are about 300 blood warriors hiding in the city, maybe more. Unfortunately, the rebel soldier died of serious injuries and could not be obtained from other places.
Verification. But I think it’s not a bad thing to be careful.”
Sean lied, attributing the source of the intelligence to a dead man, and removed Percy from the matter to avoid unnecessary trouble. Anyway, the two bosses in front of him had no way to trace it.
The Crown Prince pondered: "Where could the exit of the secret passage be?"
"There is a demolished church outside the northwest city of Daguerre. My troops will be secretly lurking around the church." Sean paused and then said, "Currently, the ruins of that church are still in the hands of the rebels.
It’s within control.”
Schmidt suddenly pounced on the military map hanging on the side, looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Damn it! Why isn't that church marked on the map?"
He shouted loudly, like a lion roaring, making people's heads buzz.
A group of staff officers immediately ran into the camp, and finally someone answered carefully:
"General, the current map was compiled based on the map of 1820. This is the latest map we can find. The church you mentioned should have been built after 1820."
This is not surprising. Domestic maps cannot be updated in time during peacetime. They often only exist in the minds of local bureaucrats.
Sometimes, a certain bridge or section of road will magically appear or disappear on paper according to the needs of officials, especially when it comes to tax collection and public expenditures such as building roads and bridges.
"They're all losers!"
General Schmidt angrily drove the staff officers out.
"This matter needs to be carefully considered. It is better to believe that it is true than to believe that it is not true." The crown prince frowned and said in deep thought, "If the battle is the most tense, these 300 blood warriors or other rebels will come from our
If you attack from behind, the consequences will be disastrous."
Schmidt thought about it seriously. He did not dare to deny the possibility, but the more he thought about it, the more likely it became, and said:
"Your Highness, I am more worried that the target of the Blood Warrior is you. After all, it is not a secret that you came to the front of the army. When we advance under the city wall, if your position is too far forward, the consequences will be disastrous. And you like to stand
Being in a place where soldiers can see you is certainly a good example for a general, but it is definitely not a good habit for a crown prince."
"Commander-in-Chief, thank you for your advice. If this information is true, then let me serve as the bait." The Crown Prince said, "Commander-in-Chief, do you think I lack the courage to face the enemy?"
"This..." The words of the crown prince blocked Schmidt's mouth. The crown prince inherited a tough and even stubborn character from his father. Once he made a decision on many things, it was difficult to retract his prejudices.
Therefore, General Schmidt turned to Sean and said:
"Viscount, since you took the initiative to take charge of the defense of the northwest, you should know that you have a heavy responsibility. Frankly speaking, you cannot bear this responsibility!"
"What do you think, Viscount? The Blood Warriors are not ordinary warriors. Once they get close, they are almost unstoppable," the Crown Prince also said.
"Your Highness, our army is prepared versus unprepared, and I am confident that we will annihilate this bloody warrior." Sean said, "In addition, there is no need for Your Highness to take risks. You only need to borrow a dress and bring your ceremonial guard, flag and
Just lend it to me along with the guards."
"What a great idea!" This strategy of having the best of both worlds made Schmidt exclaim loudly.
This strategy also made it difficult for the crown prince to find fault:
"Okay, I'll stay here honestly. Some people complain that you are slick in fighting. In my opinion, you are completely wrong."
Sean glanced at General Schmidt, who said seriously: "Your Highness, this is your fault, this is a strategy!"
Frank then interjected: "Your Highness, Viscount Connery has fought in northern Xinjiang. He has seen the power of the blood warriors, so he will not underestimate his opponent. I have great confidence in the Viscount."
"Of course I remember that the Viscount is also a recipient of the Golden Order of the Dragon, which is very impressive." The Crown Prince said decisively, "Then let's do it this way. The Genoese Civil Defense Force will be responsible for the defense in the northwest. What does the general think?"
General Schmidt stood at attention and said: "Yes! Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will immediately adjust my combat plan. To be on the safe side, I will send two additional artillery batteries and a dragoon regiment to the command of Viscount Connally."
"yes!"
Looking at Sean's leaving figure, the Crown Prince suddenly asked: "Franco, is he really from Genoa?"
"Of course!" Frank felt that this question was a bit strange, and added, "Oh, he is the adopted son of a priest who was born in a southern aristocracy, so he was able to inherit the title. This is something everyone knows."
Schmidt said without hesitation: "Your Highness, I guarantee that this is a pure-bred southerner, slippery and very economically savvy. Others fight and the more they fight, the poorer they get, but he gets richer and richer the more they fight!"
"General, I think you are jealous. Are you still thinking about the two hundred thousand gold louis?"
"Your Highness, if you give me half of the money you got from Count Rene today, my jealousy will disappear."
…
After 17 days of fighting, the strength of the rebels was shrinking. The network of bastions and fortresses formed by various villages, towns and transportation nodes outside the city were successively cleared. Except for the forces huddled inside the city, the rebels only had the last line of defense outside the city.
This line of defense is located three kilometers outside the city. Defending this line of defense is the elite force of the rebels. They hide in trenches and bastion fortifications, waiting for the final decisive battle.
The attacking side also felt a little exhausted and needed to conserve strength, so the battlefield was in a strangely quiet state from January 12th to January 13th.
The Genoese Civil Defense Forces were stationed behind the city walls six kilometers away, and the field hospital was located in an abandoned village there.
Percy Robinson drove an ox cart to draw water from a well next to the village valley. All the previous wells were either filled up or poisoned by the rebels.
After filling several large buckets of well water, Percy drove the ox cart into the village.
Pouring water into a pot and placing it on a simple pot made of a few bricks, Percy squatted on the ground and burned firewood. Only a year ago, he didn't bother to do these tasks, but now he seems to do them as a matter of course.
He has no friends here, nor does he need any, and his terrifying appearance scares away most people.
The water was boiling. Percy carried an oversized kettle and walked into the tent of the wounded. He added water to the water cup beside the bedside of the wounded. He also took away the gauze and bandages that the wounded had replaced, then washed them and boiled them in boiling water.
, let it dry.
Only in the evening did Percy stop.
The snow has melted away, leaving only a small patch of snow remaining in some shady places.
On the empty plains, grass grows everywhere, the earth has been dug into hills and ravines due to war, and the abandoned villages have become ugly scars.
The sun sets in the west, as red as blood.
At this moment, Percy misses his warm hometown very much.
"It's magnificent, isn't it?" Sean came over and threw a cigar to Percy.
"It's very beautiful, but I'm not a poet." Percy said.
"What are your plans for the future?" Sean asked, "I mean after the injustice done to you is vindicated."
"Where else can I go with this look? Are you recruiting people?" Percy said seriously, "Sean, if my big revenge is avenged, I owe you a huge debt, not to mention your rescue.
You killed my nephew twice, and the Robinson family has nothing in return. I don’t mind obeying your orders from now on. That Percy Robinson is dead, and only a guy named Bill is still alive."
"Well, Bill, just now, I received a letter from the Rose Garden. Some things that happened there made me a little worried and also touched me." Sean said.
Percy looked at Sean with inquiring eyes, and Sean asked: "What do you think of the secret police profession?"