There are countless streams rushing out of the mountains in the Otter Mountains.
Some of them will meet in front of a village called Nairn, and then merge into a big river to go south, until it throws itself into the embrace of the sea from Poitou in the south. The place where it joins the sea becomes the port of Poitou.
Upstream of Nairn Village, where these small tributaries flow, a large swamp and lake area is formed. These swamps are full of traps, as well as terrifying crocodiles.
Captain Spencer of the Cavalry Company paid a lot of price and finally drove the remaining werewolves to the mouth of the Nairn River.
The werewolves just ran away. It wasn't until they reached the mouth of the river that they realized they were cornered and they fought back crazily.
If their wolf king had done his homework beforehand, even if he had a simple combat map, he wouldn't have fled here.
But a werewolf is a werewolf. Although Wolf is literate, has a dream that is great for a werewolf, and admires human civilization, it is difficult for him to have a mature thinking of human civilization.
When Spencer's cavalry company arrived here, its horsepower was almost exhausted, and he and his soldiers had to dismount and fight.
If Arthur Young and his men had not arrived in time to help him, the remaining 70-man cavalry company would not have been able to form a strong firepower, and once the werewolves rushed forward, it would mean that they would all die in battle.
The combined firepower of the two units, which totaled 150 people, was able to stop the werewolves' counterattack. This was due to the Bess rifle's ultra-long range and excellent accuracy.
Among the subsequent main forces, the first to arrive was the artillery company, because they left behind their cannons and artillery carriages and arrived on individual horses.
Fortunately, their new force arrived, otherwise the werewolves might have escaped.
When Sean arrived, the soldiers of the artillery company had already picked up their rifles and automatically joined the battle. This kind of initiative in combat was greatly praised by Sean, although he always believed that artillery is a technical branch and every gunner is a treasure.
Losing one easily is unforgivable.
Sean's arrival made the slightly chaotic battle of the soldiers at the mouth of the Nairn River more orderly. Gray-white smoke filled the air, and the soldiers seemed to have adapted to the rhythm of the battle, repeating shooting mechanically and accurately.
Wolf King stared at Sean standing high up with hatred. He couldn't see clearly what Sean looked like, but he knew that he was a formidable opponent.
At this moment, Wolf admitted that he was too careless, underestimated his opponent and overestimated himself, and was too superstitious about the strength of the individual. This made him learn an extremely painful lesson.
As the Civil Defense Force's rear troops arrived one after another, the werewolves' escape route was completely blocked, and they had no choice but to turn around and flee toward the swamp area.
"There are crocodiles in the swamp. If they can escape like this, it means God has rebelled." Sean laughed.
"Commander, I don't think this is a good joke." Frank said, "It makes me question your belief."
"Okay, I take back what I said." Sean shrugged.
"Arthur!" Sean called Arthur Young over, "Go around this swamp and try to keep them if possible."
"Yes!" Yang immediately summoned his men.
Wolf, Arthur and less than fifty of their remaining tribesmen broke into the great swamp. In this great swamp, there are mire, lakes, and land, and of course crocodiles are indispensable.
More than once, they watched the ferocious beasts hiding under the water suddenly jump out and drag their own people under the water.
When they walked out of the swamp, Wolf looked back and saw that there were only a few werewolves left around him.
Tears are the talisman of the weak. Wolf just wants to find a place where there is no one and cry bitterly.
"King, where are we going now?"
Arthur asked dejectedly. His personal bravery was almost useless in this battle, which caused his emotions to go from one extreme to another within a day.
"Go home!" Wolf replied.
"Go home? Which home?" Arthur turned around and asked.
"If I guess correctly, our enemies have moved towards our camp in the mountains, and we have now been defeated. Let's admit this reality, let's return to our hometown, there are more warriors there, and we will come back
." Wolf said in a deep voice.
Arthur did not answer and followed Wolf silently. Wolf suddenly stopped and looked back at the land of Genoa behind him:
"Arthur, we will definitely come back."
"Yes, King, we will definitely come back. What we lost today must be repaid a hundred times."
The victory of the Genoese Civil Defense Corps, or rather the victory of Sean, soon spread to Poitou.
The Poitou people suddenly remembered that the war was actually very close to them, and they could live a peaceful life only because someone was carrying the burden for them.
But it was a great victory after all. The werewolf corpses that Sean had specially sent to Poitou looked pleasing to the eye. The Governor and the members of the Military Supplies Review Committee happily spent money to reward all the officers and soldiers of the Civil Defense Force.
Relatives of the soldiers were also given generous pensions.
The newspapers in Poitou even praised the Civil Defense Force and touted Sean as a wise and mighty warrior like a god of war.
In addition to sending people into the mountains to eliminate the remaining werewolf forces, Sean mostly repaired the area at Fort Putnam. This was the reward the soldiers deserved.
As for the praise in the newspaper, Sean didn't take it seriously, because the higher the praise, the harder the fall. If the werewolves were not so conceited, if the number of werewolves doubled, and if the military technology gap between the two sides was not so big
Big, then the ending is likely to be rewritten.
But in any case, Sean showed for the first time his ability to manage and command a sizable army, which can be seen from the quite respectful posture shown by Lieutenant Frank in front of him.
This son of the Frank family endured for several days and finally made his request.
Enter San Nuve!
Deep down, Sean has no interest in marching into San Nuve, and that's the same from the Genoese's point of view.
If scholars study this issue carefully, they can see that the centralization of the empire of Europa is actually very loose, embodying the contradiction between the reality of centralization and local autonomy.
Because a Genoese and a Saint Nuve have different political and economic rights in the empire. This does not mean that the Saint Nuve is superior to the Genoese, but because of the division of places and artificial divisions.
There are many differences between provinces.
When a Genoese merchant passes through San Nuve, he not only has to pay customs duties, but also pays various taxes that do not exist in Genoa. Vice versa, a San Nuve man who goes to Genoa also has to pay various taxes that are not present in Genoa.
When paying taxes, he accepts all kinds of difficulties and interrogations. The rules that work well in his hometown may accidentally violate the local laws in a foreign land.
Artificial barriers to commodity trading and personnel exchanges such as the above have separated different provinces from each other. When the central government is weak, this gap is amplified. When you leave a province and arrive in another province, it is like arriving in another province.
another country.
They attributed this to the tradition of local freedom.
This was deeply resented by the emperor and cabinet ministers. They dreamed of establishing a country with a unified decree and a unified tax system. The decrees promulgated by the state were circulated in every corner of the empire. More importantly, every shilling tax should be returned to the treasury.
There is no need to bargain from place to place.
So, why should the Genoese fight for the Sanuvi people?
Of course, with Sean's authority in the Civil Defense Force, he could ask the soldiers to pack up and go north over the Otter Mountains. But Sean was not prepared to do this.
So, Sean responded like this:
"Sorry, Lieutenant, I have written to Governor Byrne and Mr. Sieyes of the Estates-General. I need authorization. Please understand that this is not the age of chivalry. The king sends a private letter, and the vassals must prepare their own troops and food.
Fight for the king."
"Isn't the Crown Prince's authority comparable to the three-level meeting of a mere province?" Frank retorted.
"I personally respect the authority of the crown prince very much, but respecting local freedom is also tradition, isn't it?" Sean asked rhetorically.
"Okay, I will go to Poitou personally and I will convince the Governor and Mr. Sieyes. Before that, I hope the Viscount can make preparations in advance." Frank said helplessly.
"Then I look forward to hearing from you, Lieutenant." Sean said with a smile, as if to say it's not that I don't want to help you, but that I can't do it.
However, it only took Frank five days to obtain the authorization. Regardless of the time he spent traveling back and forth, his time was extremely short.
"How did you do it?" Sean asked curiously.
"This is my secret and a skill." Frank smiled mysteriously, "I think this is a skill that every noble begins to learn when they are young. If the Viscount has an heir in the future, I can teach it to him for free."
Frank took the opportunity to despise Sean's background, which was nothing more than inducements and transactions.
Frank not only represents the crown prince, but also is a member of the Frank family. Of course, his capital is extremely rich, which is nowhere comparable to that of the lonely Connery family.
Sean was far away in Fort Putnam, and he was not completely insulated from the upper class of Poitou. Not only did his vassals tell him what they knew, but there were always some Poitou people who were willing to show favor to him.
Because Sean is not only a nobleman, not only a commander of the local armed forces, but also a local tycoon. The prosperity of Vichy Town has begun to take off. Some people want to get a share of the pie, and some even want to do it for Xiao.
En's future investment - in any case, the Connelly family has turned over.
The victory at the Nairn Estuary suddenly increased Sean's influence in Genoa.
On September 20, 1831, Sean led the Genoese Civil Defense Army over the Otter Mountains and arrived in the southern part of the province of San Nuve.
The army was stationed at the foot of the Otter Mountains, and Sean was waiting for subsequent supplies. After all, this time he was fighting out of the province. Unlike before, he could rely on Fort Putnam.
Scouts were everywhere, and Frank also sent people to contact the crown prince.
At this time, Saint Nuve had been beaten to pieces by the war.
This is not to say that the war was fierce, but scenes of ten rooms and nine empty rooms abounded.
After more than half a year of armed rebellion, the land was barren and homes were destroyed. The rebels once had thirty different factions of armed forces, and they themselves fought fiercely for supplies and wealth until the arrival of the crown prince.
Facing a common enemy, these rebels also integrated and formed an armed force that was beginning to take shape.
There is very little description of the rebel leader in the available intelligence.
It is said that the leader named Oliver Norton grew the fastest in strength. He successively annexed several smaller armed forces, and then suddenly emerged and integrated most of the rebel forces, thus becoming the common leader of all rebels.
In the promotional posters that can be seen everywhere in Saint Nuve, Oliver Norton is described as a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and a vicious look.
The crude propaganda pamphlet printed by the rebels portrayed their leader as a very educated and knowledgeable scholar. The rebels called him "Professor."
It is said that whenever a noble manor was captured, Professor Norton took no money and gave it all to his subordinates and the poor. His slogans were extremely inflammatory: