The more I thought about it, the more I felt a headache. In the end, I gave up and continued thinking, then left the stone and looked around.

"Where are we now?" I called the guard officer casually and asked.

"General, we should be on the central plateau. Look, the mountain on the left is the Sangxi Mountain, the highest peak on the plateau." With the help of the afterglow of the setting sun, the guards pointed their hand at an isolated peak.

I was so laughing. This kind of hill is still the highest at an altitude of less than 2,000 meters. I remember that when I climbed the main peak of Mount Gundes more than 6,000 meters above sea level, that thing was called high. Of course, Mount Everest is even higher, but unfortunately I didn’t have the chance to meet.

In the distance, the sound of horse hooves came from the front, which was the consortium's commander who was preparing to report the latest battle situation to me.

After reading the information in his hand, he learned that Lieutenant Colonel Xia De had detected the base camp of conspirators. More than 300 remaining rebels were huddling in an abandoned castle, less than 20 kilometers away from the convoy (the concept of meter was proposed in 1793 and was recognized and became popular immediately). The convoy had closely monitored the enemy's actions and hoped that the general could lead the team to encircle and suppress it.

Haha, do the 300-man bandits need Andrew, who is wise and powerful, to supervise the battle? Alas, my lieutenant colonel, you don’t want to stay in the army as a military judge, and you insist on coming to Paris with me and continuing to serve as the commander of the guard. Now that I’m fine, I’m actually making such a request, which really makes me laugh and cry.

I recruited a commander and asked him to send him his order to remove 200 cavalrymen from the Guards and join Lieutenant Colonel Xiade's contingent. Everyone else stopped moving forward and chose a favorable terrain and building as a defensive position.

250 vs. 300, cavalry vs. infantry, elites vs. mediocre, and rapid raids are unprepared for no defense. Not only do they have to win a complete victory, but they also need to reduce their own casualties. After the battle, no prisoners will be left except for the rebel leaders. This is the order I passed down to the lieutenant colonel.

Before dark, the temporary camp was built. It was built on a hill. In addition to a road leading to the foot of the mountain, it was surrounded by cliffs. On the only small road, the soldiers continued to set up many obstacles to prevent sneak attacks. The camp also stored a large amount of clear water. The food carried by the convoy was enough to meet the 10-day consumption of more than 100 people. If someone wanted to attack, there would be a considerable price to pay without the support of artillery fire.

After checking all the arrangements, I walked into Sandro's camp and found that he was drinking coffee alone, with a strong aroma that attracted me.

"My housekeeper, you are too selfish. If you have such good coffee, you won't call me. You're too unrighteous." As he said that, I, with anger on my face, grabbed the coffee pot on the table and poured a large cup for myself, and started drinking it without hesitation.

Unfortunately, Sandro didn't care about my expression or speak, just pondering or worrying. I sat in front of him, pondered for a while, and understood what he was thinking.

"Don't worry, my chief guard will protect the safety of Julissis." I said comfortingly.

"Oh, yes, I believe this, but Juliss is still a child, and I'm afraid he can't stand such continuous blood and violence." Sandro was still worried.

"No one is born a military strategist, and he needs to go through the cruel baptism on the battlefield. If there were no flea suicide charge, I would be much better than him. As for the recovery of Toulon, cooperation with you will become far away. If a general succeeds, he will bear the burden of Zion, and if he wants to shoulder the burden of Zion, he must overcome this hurdle alone, and no one can help. Otherwise, I will find another orderly, and you will also change another successor." My words became serious, firm and unquestionable.

"Well, what the general said makes sense. It seems that my worries are unnecessary." Sandro cleaned up his sad face and filled me with coffee.

"Ah, the Jewish life is such a luxury. You actually add milk and sugar to your coffee. Are you afraid that these vulgar things will defile the holy coffee?"

…

The two of them were chatting without a single word. Before they knew it, it was sunrise, and the battle 20 kilometers away had ended. Lieutenant Colonel Xia De returned triumphantly with the spoils.

"Report to the general, the contingent completed the encirclement and suppression of the rebels. A total of 323 bandits were killed, 1 captured, and a large number of spoils were seized. Our army suffered minor casualties, only 5 were killed in battle, and 45 injured had been cured, without any serious damage." The lieutenant colonel's loud voice did not change without a night of fighting, and was still so loud and powerful.

As soon as I spoke, Sandro asked first: "Lieutenant Colonel, how is Ulyses? Are you injured?"

After seeing me signaling him to answer directly, Xia De said, "The general's orderly soldiers fought bravely. They not only killed two rebels, but also bravely rescued a comrade. I am proud of such a soldier. However, he was still injured, but only slightly injured and bandaged."

Lieutenant Colonel Xiade's words still made Sandro feel at ease, said hello, left alone, looked for Sandro and checked his injuries. I asked the Lieutenant Colonel to carry the only prisoner into the tent.

The man lying on the stretcher was a nobleman. Although his gorgeous aristocratic clothes were torn and blood and soil covered most of his face, he still recognized him as young. A handsome young man, while I was observing him, the young nobleman also lay on the ground and looked at me fiercely.

"Your name, Mr. Noble." I asked.

"You demon, tycoon, butcher, Tani curses you everything." Many dirty words popped out of the young nobleman's mouth.

"Well, Tani, very well, you are a nobleman and an officer. A good education should make you understand how to use elegant French to describe it instead of repeating these useless trash words." Listening to these clichés, I was already numb. The purpose of seeing the rebel leader was not to know who the mastermind was behind the scenes, but to see which one made me sleep poorly these days, that's all, but out of teasing, I asked: "Tell me who the mastermind behind the entire assassination operation is, maybe it will make you die."

"Haha, you yellow-skinned Satan, are you scared? God's spokesperson will continue to punish you and let you go to hell with your soul. Dear Alice, I'm here, you are no longer lonely in heaven..." At this point, the young noble suddenly bit off his tongue, and after a twitch, he ended his life by suicide.

"Damn nobles, for those suicide believers, God will not let him reunite with his family in heaven. However, you are very brave and a loyal warrior. Andrew will send someone to send your ashes to Shanyue Harbor and put them with those victims." He said with emotion as he looked at the young nobles who died on the stretcher with a smile.
Chapter completed!