Different World Development Manual Chapter 141: Pack lightly and move forward
[ps. Chapter 140, titled "The Combat Power of Cooking Soldiers", should be harmonized. In addition, if you find that the content of the chapters is strange to read, it should be modified by the review team, such as Chapter 126. Please do not hoard the book for too long. 】
Inside the Cape Florence coalition barracks, the 210,000 coalition forces have assembled. Aoli is standing in the army, pointing to the suspended grain officer, and showing an atmosphere to the empire soldiers. Said loudly.
"All the princes! All the princes!
The coalition forces have been frustrated since the Western Expedition, and the battle with the Demon King's Army has also been losing streak.
But our soldiers are united, not afraid of hardships and dangers. The 550,000 army also makes the Demon King's army afraid of being careless.
They built a powerful encirclement, isolated us from the outside world, cut off our food supply, cut off our reinforcements, and tried to trap us inside.
It’s just that the Demon King’s Army did not expect that the heroes of Cape and Florence are not boneless and will not make any concessions to the Demon King’s Army.
Even if you die, you must hold your weapon upright and die on the battlefield.
We, who were supposed to work together and twist the rope to tide over the difficulties together, have let a pest injure it! "
said that Aoli pointed to the grain and grass officer who was numbly standing on Xingtai with his hands tied, and scolded angrily: "It's him, the grain and grass officer of the coalition army!
He is greedy for our few military rations and sells it to local nobles and traveling merchants.
He used our blood and sweat to profit for himself and feed himself into a big waist. "
At this time, several imperial soldiers next to the execution platform took out crates of imperial currency, opened them, and fell to the ground.
"Wow, la la la..."
Empire gold, silver and silver coins poured out from the box, making pleasant sounds.
A few large boxes of coins, although not a lot for the coalition army, for an individual, it is almost impossible for every coalition army to obtain a lifetime wealth.
They opened their eyes and stared at the coin that was poured out. Aoli continued: "The grain and grass he sold in exchange for these pitiful coins, which are of no use to the coalition forces. Private pocket."
The grain officer looked at the boxes of coins with tears, wanted to shake his head desperately, wanted to shout desperately, to defend himself.
As a grain officer, he knows this best.
The grain and grass are not for him to be greedy for ink, but for the real food.
And the coins in front of him are not his at all, but the military supplies of the coalition forces.
This is slander, this is slander.
But the Grain Officer was helpless, the magician's forbidden curse prevented him from uttering a word, and he didn't have the strength to make any actions.
, even if he was riveted, he could only make two "whoops" in his mouth. In the eyes of outsiders, perhaps the grain officer was sobbing because he was afraid and regretful and left tears of sin.
Aoli glanced at the Grain Officer coldly, and the Grain Officer also looked at Aoli.
When the two eyes met, Aoli's eyes moved away with guilty conscience.
Aoli turned his head to look at the coalition forces, and shouted: "Such **** are really irritating in our barracks. It is precisely because of him that we now have less than 3 days of food.
After 3 days, if there is no supply, our army will be completely out of food..."
At this time, Tolima, who was placed in the army by Thomas and Aoli, shouted angrily: "Burn him to death!"
"Kill him!"
"Hang him!"
As the supporters yelled, the other soldiers of the coalition army also yelled, and they vented their anger towards the grain officer.
"Burn him to death!"
"Kill him!"
"Hang him!"
The sound of anger lasted for 2 minutes before Aoli pressed his hand, signaled the soldiers to be quiet, opened his mouth and said: "This man deserved the crime, violated the military order, and was greedy for Mexican military supplies, so he was sentenced to stone!"
"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!"
The imperial soldiers let out a roar, and the imperial soldiers in front of the execution platform bent down, picked up big chunks of rocks, and threw them at the officer's body.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The stones slammed on the officer's body, making a muffled noise.
There was pain all over the body. The grain officer wanted to scream, but he couldn't call it. The grain officer wanted to run, and he didn't have any strength.
"Boom!"
A vindictive stone slammed heavily on the officer's arm, and the officer could clearly feel that his arm was dented in the smash.
The piercing pain was transmitted to his body through the nerves of the arm, but this is only a small part of it.
Every part of the body conveys pain to him.
However, he is like a walking dead with his own consciousness, without any resistance.
A few minutes later, the grain officer was completely stoned to death by the coalition soldiers.
Aoli closed his eyes, looking unbearable.
Thomas stood beside him, confirming the life of the Grain Officer with an imperial soldier.
Until it was confirmed that the grain officer was completely dead, and the coalition forces had almost vented, Thomas walked to Aoli's side and said softly: "Your Highness, it's almost done."
Auliyu opened his eyes slowly and couldn't bear it. He could see that the coalition soldiers' vent to the grain officer was not only because he was "greedy for ink", but also partly because of his fear of the Demon King's army. The panic and panic were all vented through stoning.
Aoli took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and said loudly: "Everyone stop! The stoning is over, the officer has received his due punishment, and he confessed to the gods with his sinful body. ."
At this time, several Austrian soldiers hurriedly went up and untied the grazing officer who had been stoned to a **** and inhuman shape, carried his corpse and left.
Although I am sorry for the grazing officer who carried the pot, Aoli and Thomas also decided to bury the grazing officer secretly.
Aoli continued: "Our food is less than 3 days, and there will be no supplies after 3 days. We will run out of food completely, and finally, like a salted fish, let the Demon King’s army slaughter it.
everybody, can we go on like this? "
Allied soldiers shouted: "No!"
"We want to live!"
"I don't want to die yet!"
Aoli nodded and saw the atmosphere aroused, so he quickly said: "So I and Earl Thomas decided that everyone should have a good meal, open up and eat, and when we are done, we will march north. With the 210,000 army, we will make a breakthrough in one fell swoop. Zovia Fort, defended by the Demon King’s Army, opens up a passage to the outside world.
If we don't fight so hard, we will only be left with death! "
"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!"
"Those Zovia Castles!"
"Open the channel!"
"Live! I want to live!"
After a good meal, the army marched north to Fort Zovia. After the training of Aoli, it was transmitted to the 210,000 coalition army in an instant.
The coalition forces who had eaten food mixed with sawdust and wheat husk for several days finally ushered in a good meal.
The fragrant oatmeal with a little bit of beast meat and wild vegetables, dripping with drops of oil and water, instantly opened up the appetites of the coalition soldiers.
It seems that this is the best meal they have had since the West Expedition.
gulping, bragging loudly, before the war, this was their happiest and most leisurely moment.
The 210,000 coalition forces enjoying the food didn’t even think about what the 110,000 armies on the northwest, southwest, north, and east lines looked like now, as if the imperial soldiers on the four lines of defense had already been with them. They became irrelevant when they were preparing to go north to the decisive battle with the Demon King's Army at Fort Zovia.
Like the imperial coalition forces on the Northwest Defense Line, the coalition forces on the Northern Defense Line were also attacked by various means. Thousands of people were killed before they surrendered to China.
The scouts of the 38th Regiment of the 58th China Brigade stationed at the defense line of Fort Zovia also began to move their range of activities further south.
A few soldiers lay on the small hill, watching the coalition barracks that stretch for several kilometers, biting the grass roots, and muttering: "Is the imperial coalition starting to pull out?"
Inside the telescope, there are many cooking utensils left aside, and the food inside has already been eaten clean.
Another soldier was taken aback: "Huh~IndoMTL.com~Isn’t the empire soldiers going to pan?"
As for the tents and the materials not directly related to the war, the Imperial soldiers also discarded them.
"Pack lightly?"
A light cavalry has walked out of the flying camp and started to run north.
Behind, one after another imperial soldiers lined up and marched northward.
The scout immediately reported the situation to the 38th Regiment Headquarters. Li Long rubbed his chin, looked at the map, and said with a smile: "I can't hold it anymore?"
immediately ordered: "Send an unmanned reconnaissance aircraft to report back on the state of Cape and Florence's coalition forces at all times!"
"Yes!"
"In addition, I sent a report to the brigade, requesting that support troops be sent to coordinate operations and take down these 210,000 people in one fell swoop!"
"Yes"