The farther northwest you go, the terrain is on an upward trend, and the land is divided by Gobi and snow-capped mountains. The National Army's offensive has stopped here.
The debut of the Genoese National Army amazed military observers, and the repeated victories of this army equipped with new rifles and new tactics are worthy of careful study by military observers.
Sean attributed this to technological progress and a little luck. He did not believe that his soldiers were braver than their opponents.
The Belis people obviously did not accept the lesson of the disastrous defeat on August 26. They repeatedly increased their troops on the front line in an attempt to regain their face, and even thought that this was just a return to the past for the Europeans.
The refueling tactic left the Bilis' rear force empty and top-heavy. The troops commanded by General Grant disrupted their logistics supply line, and their rear guard troops could not even get a chance to engage in a head-on battle with Grant.
On September 15, Sean also took advantage of a heavy rainstorm to launch a decisive attack.
In the heavy rain, the flintlock rifles in the hands of the Belis were simply like fire sticks. In the first battle, more than 50,000 people were wiped out, and more than 70,000 others were injured or captured. Only a small number of cavalry escaped.
Although the National Army also paid a heavy price, this battle greatly weakened the vitality of the Bili people. Sean pursued the victory and regained three provinces in one month, leaving only the most remote snow-capped mountains.
The province was still in the hands of the Belis.
In fact, the National Army was already exhausted, and the increasingly distant supply lines became a heavy burden. A lot of Sean's energy was occupied by logistics work.
Unlike other armies, the National Army relies heavily on supplies from Genoa. While the new rifle demonstrates its powerful power, it also exposes its weakness - the rate of fire is too fast, resulting in an alarming consumption of ammunition, but it cannot rely on captured ammunition to replenish it.
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The guns and ammunition discarded by the Billis allowed Sean's non-lineage troops to not have to consider supplies at all. The troops of General Grant and General Dalhou not only did not reduce their numbers, but instead expanded repeatedly. These two troops are the main troops responsible for pursuit tasks.
Outflanking and quickly maneuvering to eliminate the enemy's effective forces were the only tactics Sean developed for them.
In order for the Genoese people to be willing to bear the huge expenses of the National Army's campaign, Sean had to make arbitrary decisions and let Genoese goods extend northwest along the supply line. He even collected taxes himself.
In these areas recovered by the National Army, the reorganization of local governments was almost entirely up to Sean alone, because the central government had already lost control of these areas, and the local powerful forces were almost completely destroyed by the Billis.
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At the same time, the power of the Genoese extended here with the march of the National Army. They purchased local natural resources and valuable real estate from Sean at extremely low prices, and the funds paid were used as military expenses.
, everyone is happy.
Adrian Major showed his amazing administrative and organizational skills, sharing many of Sean's non-military tasks. He established semi-military regimes in various places in a very short time, and many former imperial officers moved closer to Sean.
He was placed in the local area and served as governor, mayor, peace officer and tax collector.
Although it is far from being able to truly restore order, the political situation in various places is improving in a good direction.
The sky is clear and the clouds are clear, and the autumn air is crisp
This is a fertile oasis, but the grassland on the northwest plateau at this time has already been dyed with a thick layer of autumn colors.
The war has left this place desolate and desolate. Herds of wild sheep and donkeys regard this place as a paradise.
In the distance are the magnificent snow-capped mountains.
This is Rose's hometown. Taking advantage of the first lull in the war, Sean and Rose went to her hometown at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
In order to make it easier to enter and exit the army, Rose wore a Genoa military uniform. She did not hide her female characteristics, which made her look heroic.
There was a burst of gunfire, and several plump wild sheep flopped down in the grass, while their companions fled.
Arthur Young and his men and horses rushed over, bent down and picked up the unfortunate wild sheep from the ground.
Sean put down his rifle and said happily: "Arthur, light the fire."
"As you command!"
While their men were gathering firewood and packing wild sheep, Sean and Rose, escorted by Nelson and others, ran toward the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
The hometown in my memory is still the same, except that the houses have been emptied out, leaving only the ruins of the walls. There are more than a dozen tombs standing on the hillside behind the village. Judging from the simple stone tablets, these deceased died almost on the same day.
In the northwest, when the autumn wind is already bleak, a cluster of light white flower buds is swaying in the autumn wind.
Rose said, this is winter jasmine, a flower unique to West Asia. It grows proud of the snow and is whiter than snow when it blooms. When it wilts, spring is here, and its seeds will be carried everywhere by the spring breeze.
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This is a wildflower with an extremely strong character and is not afraid of severe cold.
"It is in bud, and when the first snow falls, it will bloom. At that time, all the flowers will be gone, and only it will stand proudly in the snow." Rose said, "My cowardly mother taught me not to learn.
She wants to be this winter jasmine."
Rose thought of her poor mother and felt a little sad.
"Rose, you have always been an independent person, which many people cannot do." Sean said, "You are different."
"Sean, do you know what I admire most about you?" Rose turned around and asked.
"I've always been in demand, rich and powerful," Sean joked, "plus, I'm physically fit."
"No, you are the only person I have ever seen who truly regards 'equality' as a basic understanding and does it naturally, instead of just saying the word." Rose said.
"My world is very different from this world." Sean pointed out, "But this world is also evolving towards the world I want. Absolute equality and freedom do not exist, they only exist in the Utopia.
Fortunately, I am also a participant in this world, and what I have to do is try to make them seem less insubstantial."
"Is this your goal?" Rose asked.
"With great power comes great responsibility. God allows me to live again, and I want to make my life more exciting."
Rose thought he was talking about the past when he was seriously injured in Northern Xinjiang. She put her hand into Sean's hand and said with a smile:
"I'm afraid you won't have the chance to stand with the line infantry in the future."
"That's true. In fact, I do cherish my life. For example, when you pointed a gun at me."
"Haha..." Rose was completely amused, and the sadness caused by revisiting her old place also drifted away with the wind.
In the evening, a blazing bonfire was lit, the plump mutton was grilled, the mutton oil made a sizzling sound, and the alluring fragrance wafted in the air.
A few stars appeared in the water-washed sky.
The soldiers from Genoa danced the dance of their hometown, while the local guide showed off his unique singing voice.
Rose took Sean's hand and walked into the tent. She boldly took off her military uniform, showing off her moving figure.
"What are you doing?" Sean asked in surprise.
Rose sat on Sean's lap and lay on his shoulders, her eyes as charming as silk:
"My dear, you look at me like a hungry wolf during the day, so don't ask me questions knowingly. I'm afraid you've been suppressed for the past half a year? Let me check first."