Crown Prince Jean-Sauron, accompanied by General Schmidt, inspected the troops.
He also patiently explained to the residents why the army demolished their door panels, and promised to pay double the price in the future.
After all this work, night has fallen, and the little heat during the day quickly disappears.
From time to time, one or two gunshots were heard from the top of the city. This was something everyone was used to, and nothing made them nervous.
Exhausted, Jean returned to his residence.
This is a two-story small building that was originally a shop. After it was requisitioned by the army, the upstairs was where Jean rested, and the downstairs was transformed into a small living room. When he was away on the battlefield, Jean didn't want to live too much.
It was comfortable and he gave the best house in the city to the wounded.
As expected, the door panel was gone, and a thick piece of felt was hung there to block the wind.
Jean sat down on an old sofa and tried his best to relax. The guard thoughtfully brought tea, and Admiral Schmidt who followed in grabbed the first cup.
"Michael, aren't you afraid that your mouth will be burned and you won't be able to speak anymore?" Gene said dissatisfied.
"Tea should be drunk while it's hot." Schmidt didn't care about Jean's subtext. "Tea is really a good thing. It relieves fatigue and relieves fatigue. It is said to be extremely beneficial to elderly people like me. I should give it to Earl Connery."
Write a letter and ask him to send me a ton of tea. I heard that he is doing well now, at least better than you and me."
Tea is also indispensable in the military's logistics procurement list. Although it is becoming more and more popular, only senior officers in the army are rationed in small quantities, and the grade of tea is average.
The tea here in Jean is high-end, because his adjutant brought it from the Holy City.
"Michael, what do you think of the situation?" Gene asked.
"Your Highness, my point of view has always been clear, that is to attack! But now we have been trapped here for 4 months. Although this is amazing in a military sense, we have successfully resisted several times the enemy's attack, and the enemy's casualties have been at least
It is more than five times ours. But our morale has also become very low. I am worried that we will not last until March." Schmidt said, "After a week, whether we are willing or not, we can only issue a policy to save food.
If you give the order, it will be another huge blow to morale."
"Yes, I inspected the army today, and I can see that the soldiers are in a very bad mood." Jean nodded, "They are not war-weary or afraid of war, but they have fire in their hearts. Maybe they are laughing at me.
Their war strategy cannot change the fact of being besieged for a long time, which makes them lose confidence."
"No one is laughing at you, Your Highness." Schmidt said seriously, "Your Highness, you have done a great job. I dare say that every soldier in Gondia is willing to die for you!"
"No, my general, if I can, I want everyone to survive. Some of them have just become fathers and went to the battlefield before they could even see their children. More of them are still very young, even
I haven’t touched a girl’s hand yet.”
Gene continued: "My patience has been exhausted."
"Your Highness, are you ready to break out?" Schmidt looked at Jean with a very surprised look.
In fact, this general is famous for his tough attack. He has always disdained defense, but it is a miracle that he can control himself this time.
"We are very tired, and our opponents are even more tired. It must be very difficult for them to obtain supplies through capture. I noticed that the Assyrian soldiers who died under our city walls had very little ammunition on them, and some of them were even barefoot.
Although these people are used to ice and snow, their bare feet indicate that their supplies are running out." Gene said, "So I need you to be prepared to break out."
"I'll do it right away!" Schmidt was about to get up when Gene stopped him and said:
"There is no need to be so urgent. Drink this cup of tea before leaving. Give you two days to let the staff formulate a careful plan. We can neither rush around nor retreat to the Osela River. The former
It is tantamount to suicide, and the latter makes our efforts to stay here for four months a joke."
"The biggest regret now is that we know nothing about the outside of the city." Schmidt said, "Your Highness, if we are the only group of people on the Passela grassland, we will be isolated and helpless, and the risk will be extremely high. If we can
It would be nice to know the location of the other units of our army."
"Michael, we will only know this when we get outside the city." Gene said in surprise, "You don't want to break out, do you?"
"No, Your Highness, your personal safety is more important than anything else. No matter what, I must ensure your safety." Schmidt said, "How about we first send a capable force to break out at night. If this force succeeds,
, they may be able to contact our troops on the periphery, and we can even organize a major counterattack! If everyone breaks out of the city, without the protection of the city wall, the risk will be greater."
"This is a prudent statement." Gene nodded, "I will make a plan based on your opinions."
Gene discussed with Schmidt for a long time, drank a lot of tea, looked at his pocket watch and it was already 11 o'clock at night. Schmidt said goodbye and left, taking a can of good tea while Gene was not paying attention.
After a brief wash, Jean lay down on the bed exhausted. The temperature dropped to about minus fifteen degrees at night, which was very cold.
Because he knew about the removal of the door panel, Gene did not let the orderly light the fireplace to keep warm. He stayed wrapped in a quilt for a long time before he felt better.
The night wind outside the house was howling, and occasionally the sound of gunfire from the city was heard, which made people feel very quiet late at night.
Quiet late nights are always suitable for thinking. Gene thought about his birth, his biological mother, and his first love.
Those were my happiest times.
He missed his mother and the woman who was the only one who gave him spiritual comfort after his mother died of illness.
But everything changed later. He and his father became enemies, and everything he did seemed childish and ridiculous in his father's eyes.
In his heart, he longed to receive even a private compliment from his father.
But this became his extravagant wish. The palace where he was born was just a temporary place for him to stay, just like a passerby.
Thinking about these thoughts, Gene fell into a drowsy sleep.
He had a strange dream, dreaming that his father was old and holding his hand when he was dying, confessing to himself and asking for his forgiveness. However, his young emperor brother was surrounded by ministers.
He ascended the throne, and everyone looked at him...
Jean woke up from his dream. In his trance, a familiar voice called from the bedside: "Your Highness, wake up, there is a situation!"
His guard pushed Jean roughly, and Jean came to his senses. He heard fierce gunfire coming from outside.
"Are the barbarians carrying out night raids again?" Jean asked in a deep voice.
"No, Your Highness, it's outside the city, on the enemy's perimeter. Listen..." the guard said with a happy face, "Obviously a battle took place behind the enemy's rear!"
Gene immediately listened to identify it, and sure enough, the sound of gunfire was a bit far away. He quickly put on his military coat. At this time, General Schmidt's adjutant ran over out of breath and shouted downstairs:
"Your Highness, there is an unexpected situation. The general asks you to go to the east wall."