On the evening of the 22nd, Sean issued an announcement to the entire army.
This announcement was read out in front of each company in regiment units, and it obviously had a strong Kang flavor:
"Soldiers! We are deeply saddened by the recent events on the battlefield. We have lost the lives of at least one hundred thousand of our compatriots. Fortunately, the defense lines and a series of fortresses and military fortifications before August 15 are still within our control.
In hand."
"But failure is failure. There is no need to hide it, and there is no need to attribute it to bad weather. The only thing that defeated us was shameful cowardice."
"Our respected Marshal Lewis is still in Tudela. He is only fifty kilometers away from us. You have all served under his command and received his teaching and care. Aren't you willing to welcome back our Marshal?
Just in Tudela, there are still some warriors who persist in fighting, facing several times the number of enemies. Their valuable persistence is admirable, and they inflict great damage to the enemy, shattering all the enemy's attempts to defeat us in one fell swoop, and also for
We gained time to prepare."
"Although Europa is big, not a single bit of land is redundant. The invaders are still showing off their power on our land, and our people are struggling to survive under the iron heel of the enemy. In our rear, our worker brothers work day and night, and we produce arms.
, female workers produce military uniforms, sleeping bags, and military boots for us, and farmers bend over and work hard in the fields to keep us full.
And their children are crying because of hunger, and countless people have died because of this protracted war. Among them, there are also your parents, brothers and sisters. This must end!"
"Now, what is before us is such an opportunity. We will tomorrow morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines on the land of the motherland, we will march side by side towards the enemy's artillery fire, and the glory will be from about
Bosa starts, victory belongs to us!"
At ten o'clock in the evening, except for the troops on guard and patrol outside the city, most of the soldiers had gone to bed.
Major Woodley has just finished inspecting his battalion's preparations for war.
Although the National Army is said to be a new army, the 3rd Division, which was the latest to be formed, has been trained for one year and two months. Compared with other armies of the empire, it can be said to be well-trained.
The official battle will begin tomorrow, and the status of the National Army will be revealed tomorrow. Major Woodley was nervous and excited, but he tried hard to suppress this emotion.
The battalion he commands is a battalion directly under the Kuaishou Regiment of the 1st Division of the National Army. Tomorrow, the 1st Division will be the main frontal attack force, and the Kuaishou Regiment is the vanguard of the entire division. The 1st Battalion he commands
It is the pioneer among pioneers.
It was named the Quick Rifle Regiment because the 1st Division had not yet had time to change its equipment, and the main force still used the Bess 1830 muzzle-loading rifle.
After the other two divisions were equipped with new rifles, Sean equipped the 1st Division with a regiment-sized new rifle. This also took into account that the 1st Division was established earlier and was already accustomed to using flintlock muskets.
The night was quiet, and even the sound of gunfire outside the city was much quieter tonight.
Major Woodley wrote a long letter to his wife, sealed the envelope carefully, and then posted it in the mailbox outside the command. Someone will pick it up tomorrow morning, and it could be as soon as ten days, or as late as a month.
In the hands of his wife.
After finishing this matter, Major Woodley suddenly felt relaxed. He stood at the door of the battalion headquarters, shook his neck, and looked at the building opposite, which was still brightly lit.
Sean hasn't rested yet. In fact, since he came to Yobosa City and took over the city defense, he hasn't laid down properly.
When he was tired, Sean would lie down on the table and take a nap, and asked the soldiers in the guard camp to remember to wake him up after half an hour.
Wells, Perosa, Luca Mora of the 1st Division, James Roberts of the 2nd Division, Liam Lawrence of the 3rd Division, and George Grant, as well as Hara Nishi who became Sean's subordinate after reorganization.
Several generals and officers of the front army, as well as more staff officers, were making final war preparations around Sean.
For Grant and other newly joined officers, it was difficult for them to adapt to the style of the National Army system, which was strict and orderly. Any language similar to almost, maybe, probably, etc. was absolutely prohibited. Anyone who could use precise
Reports that speak for themselves in numbers should never be expressed in words.
The staff officers all seem to be proficient in arithmetic, and they can immediately give an accurate number whenever the commander needs it. Everyone is like the clockwork in a clock, which will continue to run in an orderly manner once it is tightened.
Sean glanced at his pocket watch and threw it on the map:
"It's 10 o'clock in the evening, and what needs to be prepared has been prepared. I won't leave the rest to God's will. You will do your best.
Now go back to your respective units and make sure you have a good rest tonight.
At 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, the 1st Division of the National Army will be the first to set off as the main offensive force. The 2nd Division and the 3rd Division will be the left and right wings. George's troops will follow me and serve as the general reserve. Other troops, except those who stay behind, will be in accordance with regulations.
You have the right to temporarily cut off the route and time movement, but you must not violate my general combat policy. All departments must cooperate closely and obey orders!"
"yes!"
After the generals saluted, they dispersed one after another. George Grant was left behind, and Sean asked:
"George, what is the mood of the soldiers in your army now?"
"The morale is not bad, but they need a victory." Grant said, ""
"We really need a victory, and there is not much time left for us." Sean said, "Frankly speaking, before August 15, I even thought about leading the army back to Genoa."
Grant was surprised. Before August 15th, almost everyone was confident of defeating the Bilis. At least no one would think of a big rout.
He didn't understand why Sean would have the idea of ​​deserting before August 15th. This was completely opposite to what he had seen in the past few days. The National Army was full of high morale.
Sean did not explain in detail:
"We need a huge victory within a week, otherwise the empire is really going to be over."
Grant was also born into a noble family, and his good education made him look gentle and elegant, and he was known as a "wise general" in the army.
He thought a lot in that moment, and he suddenly remembered that Sean had never mentioned the Holy City in the past few days, and he did not mention the emperor at all in the mobilization notice he wrote to the soldiers.
This was unreasonable, and Grant didn't dare to think too much about it.
"If the 1st Division of the National Army opens up the situation, it will definitely attract the main force of the Belgians to besiege. I need your troops to give full play to their mobility advantages, quickly penetrate behind the enemy's rear, and destroy the enemy's supplies, so that we can stay
As many enemies as possible. To this end I equip your troops with as many vehicles and livestock as possible."
"Our department will live up to your high expectations!"