General Schmidt was already there, and the city was full of officers and soldiers, everyone putting their feet up and looking to the east.
A battle was taking place about two kilometers away. The fire of guns and artillery was very conspicuous in the originally dark night. Gene heard shouts one after another.
"It's not a good idea to launch a charge in the dark." Jean thought to himself.
However, this is obviously a good sign. The war situation is changing in a positive direction, and at least one force is still moving closer to itself.
"Your Highness, I have prepared a force of 500 people and are ready to go out of the city to meet them. They are the bravest soldiers and officers." Admiral Schmidt said.
"Very good, let them set off." Jean nodded, thought for a moment and said, "If they can't come back, let them join the friendly forces. By the way, tell the friendly forces that we are going to attack them three days later, that is, at 5 a.m. on February 15th.
We are ready to break out and hope their commander can provide necessary cooperation."
Of course, if this 500-man force can return to the city, it means that the enemy's siege is no longer so tight or even at the end of its war effort. At that time, it will not be a breakout but a counterattack.
The breakout troops went to the top of the city, and they prepared to hang them down with ropes. Before they went down, the cannons on the top of the city began to prepare for artillery fire. Artillery of various calibers first fired incendiary bombs outside the city, and then, under the light of the fire, fired towards
The Assyrian positions were raining down all kinds of artillery shells.
No one knows how many enemy troops were hit by these shells. Taking advantage of the moment of shelling, the officers and soldiers of the breakout force descended from the city, then formed a tight formation and ran towards the east.
Night battles in this era are not fundamentally different from those in ancient times. They are quite dangerous. If the organization is not tight enough, one's own party may even become separated while walking.
Sure enough, they met the Assyrians less than 800 meters away from the city wall. The uncertainty in the night made both sides look very confused, and they spontaneously shot forward.
Then they bumped into each other.
In the chaos, the European soldiers shouted the slogan of "victory" to encourage the soldiers and identify themselves with the enemy. They held bayonets and miraculously broke out of the Assyrian encirclement.
Far fewer of them died under the enemy's swords and guns than their missing officers and soldiers.
Two kilometers away from these lucky breakouts, Lieutenant Franco-Frank was worried.
Before the city of Gondea was besieged last winter, Lieutenant Frank, as one of the crown prince's most trusted staff officers, was sent out of the city to contact the scattered troops.
The northern part of the empire was in a state of decay, with enemy mopping up troops everywhere. Lieutenant Frank experienced a near-death experience.
He successively contacted seven organized troops, ranging from a regiment to a company. These troops were all blocked because the enemy advanced too fast. However, these troops quickly disintegrated in resisting the enemy's invasion.
and be annihilated.
Lieutenant Frank even got seriously ill. He caught a cold and almost died. He was taken in by a kind-hearted Orion family in the Black Forest area and received careful care until he recovered. However, that family later failed to
Escape from the Assyrian purges.
When he walked out of the Black Forest, he encountered many stragglers, but unfortunately he failed to persuade these people to obey his command. Those people had lost the courage to fight, and they had even lost their weapons, like lost dogs.
At this time, he learned from a herdsman who was avoiding the war that the 21st Infantry Division was fighting nearby. Therefore, Lieutenant Frank met Colonel Hans Hohns, the brigade commander of the 1st Brigade of the division.
The colonel was an old acquaintance of Sean, but Horns did not know Lieutenant Frank, and his men captured Lieutenant Frank as a deserter.
Horns was an orthodox professional soldier. He hated deserters more than enemies. He had no time to carefully screen the lone Imperial officers and soldiers, and sent them all to the battlefield to serve as the death squads of the 1st Brigade.
In his simple and crude words, this is the most effective way to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
Just one day before Lieutenant Frank was brought to the battlefield, he finally asked the guarding 1st Brigade soldier to appeal to his superiors on his behalf after he finally spoke out.
Lieutenant Frank was brought to Lieutenant Colonel Horns' temporary headquarters.
The 1st Brigade is always marching and fighting. They never stay in one place for more than two hours during the day. The officers and soldiers also wear a variety of clothes because there is a shortage of supplies for the winter. Some wear standard military coats and some wear the sheepskins of grassland herdsmen.
Some even wore military uniforms ripped from the enemy's bodies - they were worn inside out, but their morale was high.
Just like Colonel Horns' waist, it is always straight.
"Do you know Sean Connery? Or are you the Crown Prince's staff officer?" Colonel Horns asked.
"Yes, sir. When the rebels broke out in 1831, Count Connally was the commander of the Genoa Civil Defense Force, and I was a second lieutenant at the time. On the order of the crown prince, I served as a liaison officer in his army," Frank said.
"You have no documents and no witnesses. I can't believe your words. You know, many of our countrymen have become spies. These bugs are brothers with our enemies and help the cruel enemies to harm our compatriots. This kind of behavior
It's shameful. They are more dangerous than the enemy." Horns forced a smile, "Of course, you can tell Sean's relationship with me, obviously you are not an ordinary spy."
"Sir, I am not a spy!" Lieutenant Frank defended, "I am really a friend of Count Connery."
"Can you tell me about Sean's personal preferences?" Horns asked.
"Personal preference?" Lieutenant Frank said, "Earl Connery is different from other nobles, because you know, he was originally a commoner and had no consciousness of being a noble. For example, he loves the kitchen and he is very particular about food.
, also very thoughtful, and even do it myself. If you ask me,
, he can be a cook. In my opinion, he is a lazy guy at heart, but most people can't see it, because he always uses his brain to find the most efficient way, and no matter how difficult it is, he always finds the right way.
, that’s what’s most amazing and admirable about him.”
"What about?" A smile appeared on Horns' lips.
"He likes to make plans, then find the right person, and give that person full trust and support. If this person is not cooperative enough, then tie him up with benefits, and the rest is supervision and inspection. He calls this 'management'
, so that he can relax himself..."
Lieutenant Frank's description made the main officers of the 1st Brigade of the 21st Division laugh loudly. Among them, an officer with a big nose laughed the most boldly.
The lowest rank for these officers is major.
They are Gary Norris (nicknamed Big Nose), John Smith, George Schmidt, Andrew Barritt, Michael Benson, and Gilon Borg, etc. They are all Sean's former comrades.
"Now, we believe you are Sean's friend." Gary Norris patted Lieutenant Frank on the shoulder and said.
"Now, Lieutenant Frank, it's time for us to talk about business." Horns said seriously.