The blue smoke had not dissipated, and the remaining fire burned, and the rebel camp after the fire disaster was desolate.

The warehouse where the grain was stored was burned, the wheat flour turned from white to black, and the water poured on during the fire was disgusting like mud in the swamp. The dried meat became barbecue, followed by bacon, and the last touch was turned into powder particles; the shell storage also turned into ashes, and the ammunition had long been released into the gorgeous fireworks in the early morning, leaving only a pile of artillery racks that were missing and lying around in a crooked manner; the scene in the stable was not much better, and less than 200 of thousands of war horses were transferred out in time, and the rest were either taken away by the sneak attacker or burned to death in the stable, becoming piles of corpses and cooked meat.

Looking at the devastated scene in front of me, there were ruins everywhere. Hustle was reluctant to give himself wings and vowed to find the culprits who caused this disaster, dig all the hearts and hang them in the forests of Wandering.

Of course he would be angry. After receiving the news of an attack in the rear of the base camp in the early morning, he was still looking for a village girl dozens of ways to find him. Before he could put on his pants, he rushed over. When he arrived at the warehouse, he could only see wolf traces all over the ground. The granary stored here is the largest of the three granaries of the rebels in Wangdai, which can meet the consumption of tens of thousands of rebels for nearly half a month. Huster thought there would be no safety issues in the rear, but now there is nothing, only those things that have become mud.

After more than 10 days, due to the lack of food supplies, the team he had worked hard to scatter the birds and beasts; the artillery and ammunition were all over, and without them, how could he conquer the city of Laroche? Do you have to use the bodies of countless soldiers to lay the foundation and accumulate it to the top of the city?

Damn Andrew, such a despicable method!

Hust began to regret not sending more people to kill the mountain general, but he asked him to take advantage of his unpreparedness to raid the rear base where he had been restless. After one night, Hust not only lost half of his food, but also had hundreds of soldiers in all the artillery, but he didn't even catch the attacking figure.

Yes, there was a traitor in the middle of his team, but who is the damn traitor?

Huster was suspicious in a random way. He lost his mind and felt that everyone around him was possible. When his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, the servants who knew his temperament were afraid of not being able to avoid it in time. They either lowered their heads, looked at the sky, or checked their equipment. No one dared to directly face the angry Count. They knew that the big leader in front of them wanted to kill someone to relieve their boredom again.

At this moment, a burst of laughter came from a short distance. Huster looked up and found that more than a hundred soldiers did not go to put out the fire, but happily surrounded the stable and divided the uncharred horse meat. Huster was furious and did not find a suitable punching bag. Seeing a group of annoying guys in front of him, he waved his hand back, called his guards to capture all the unlucky guys who snatched the "trophy" and shot them on the spot.

The murder was not over yet, and Huster shot several officers on duty one after another, a lieutenant colonel, two majors, and five lieutenant-level officers. At this time, the servants around him received a piece of information saying that the Republican army that attacked the camp that night was disguised as refugees, and that they should all escape back to Laroche City.

The Spanish were also very angry. Colonel Fonsoto arrived at the scene of the attack only half an hour later than Houster. After receiving the news of the attack, his first reaction was that there were thousands of horses in the stable. However, when he arrived at the stable, he almost fainted to the ground. Those were all top-notch Spanish thoroughbreds! Fonsoto was sad. These were treasures raised with gold coins, and even the soldiers were not allowed to urge them casually. But now...

The destruction of the artillery warehouse and the granary were gone, Fonsoto did not care. It was the property of the French rebels, but the hundreds of war horses that were lost in front of him could not recover. A few minutes later, something even more annoying happened. It was that he realized that the cavalry company of Captain St. Martin on duty was missing collectively, without seeing anyone alive, and without seeing the body. The only answer was that they defected collectively and defected to the arms of the French Republican Army. Fonsoto did not dare to vent this anger. One was afraid of losing the face of the Spaniards, and the other was that he was afraid that the Count Huster, who was angry, would be detrimental to him. He had to curse the damn Saint Martin and his cavalry company in his heart, and vowed that after returning to his country, they would send their relatives to the gallows for treason.

Before the first two types of anger subsided, Fang Soto also received a secret report from his own people that Lieutenant Coleman had borrowed the horses from the stable and had not returned to the camp so far. Upon hearing this news, Fang Soto immediately fainted. When he woke up, his first reaction was to immediately order all Spanish cavalry (no, it should be called infantry now) to be dispatched to search for the whereabouts of the lieutenant. The fire bank turned into ashes, hundreds of thoroughbred horses lost and collective defected from the cavalry company. None of these unfortunate news could scare him more than the unreasonable disappearance of Lieutenant Coleman. Because Lieutenant Coleman was not someone else, but the king of Spain...

Father Benier also came, showing an angry expression, but it was just a pretentious act. The priest smiled in his heart. General Andrew's team was really elusive. In a few hours, he killed half of Houster's food reserves, as well as all the artillery and most of the Spanish war horses. Awesome. Awesome! The Houster rebels who lost their war horses and artillery even if they had tens of thousands of people, how could they win on the front battlefield? The priest is worried about now that Andrew should not kill too much in the coming decisive battle between the two armies, after all, the French are fighting against the French themselves. The cooperation between him and Andrew seems to be a good and wise choice.

Of course, without the assistance of sending angels themselves, they could not complete this task alone, at least in such a short time, there was no casualties. The priest was also relieved of his decision. It was early this morning, and his subordinates brought him a mysterious guest, Lieutenant Colonel Mura. The aid commander of the Toulon Legion told the priest that he followed General Andrew's orders and with the help of the angels, he had led an elite army of 2,000 people to secretly lurk in a forest, willing to obey Father Benier's orders at any time and strangle the rebels together. The brief meeting of more than an hour provided strong guarantee for the future coordinated combat between the two sides.

In the afternoon, a piece of information was delivered to the three of them at the same time: the Republican army in Laroche had abandoned the city yesterday and was now moving towards the Brittany Plain and deploying defenses.

Huster didn't believe at first that the Republican Army, which had just won, would not take the initiative to give up the city of Laroche, this strong fortress. Instead, he beat the person who reported the news. It was not until the second and third ones that he was skeptical, and then ordered his troops and rushed into the city of Laroche.

The rebel soldiers entering the city seemed extremely excited. They finally "occupied" a city and no longer had to stay in the dark and humid forest, even their little brother was about to get moldy. However, after a short while of excitement, they began to be disappointed. In front of them, the city of Laroche could not find even a valuable thing except some lonely ancient buildings. The legendary treasures in the church were empty, leaving only rows of shabby seats for prayer. There was no food, and finding a little bread flour was a novel treasure, because in the morning, the general leader Huster announced that all the food of all rebel soldiers was halved every day. The rebels who rushed to the city had no food and no treasures, and they started to yell. After a few minutes, they turned into a commotion and then began to attack their military transport team.

It was still Hustle who sent his confidants to suppress them in time and killed dozens of backbone members who led the trouble, so that the soldiers did not continue to riot. But they also caused endless trouble. The soldiers were shouting, and the officers were complaining about the empty checks that the chief leader had promised, but they were afraid of the authority and cruelty of Houster and did not reveal them. They secretly gathered together to discuss, and the angels also actively participated on the side or secretly, constantly provoking relations with the chief leader and disintegrating their morale. Even Hustle's direct confidants were also dissatisfied. They did not receive food and property, and strongly demanded that Hustle continue to pursue the remnants of the Vendée Army and take over the things that originally belonged to them.

Two days after occupying Laroche, Hustle spent all day in the quarrels of his subordinates. Hustle was not a mediocre person. A sudden attack made him lose the capital to attack Laroche, and an inexplicable victory allowed him to gain an empty city. Hustle began to suspect that the whole thing was deliberately arranged and an invisible trap, and he had to avoid taking the bait.

According to the scouts, Andrew's troops were all deployed in the area of ​​the Facau Mountains and the Brittany Plain. If the attack continued, it would be difficult for soldiers without artillery cover to break through the defense line of the Republican Army, and it would be a massacre if they were not careful. If they defended Laroche, his army would have no food and ammunition supplies. In a few days, the Republic's army would have surrounded them and died even more ugly. If they returned to the forest, the officers and soldiers would definitely not want to do so. Because of food and morale, the troops they had worked hard to pull out would be broken into pieces and fled around to avoid the encirclement of the Republican Army.

What to do, what to do! The distressed Huster grabbed his hair tightly, as if he wanted to use all his strength to uproot them. Continue to attack, let go, or return to the forest? Huster kept asking himself, but he never got the answer until Colonel Fonsoto visited again.

The purpose of Fonsoto's visit was very simple. The straightforward thing was to ask Houster to continue the attack and attack towards the Brittany Plain, and to open up the sea supply channel.

He encouraged Huster and said, "My Lord Earl, in Brittany, your hometown, you can summon another 50,000, no, a hundred thousand. As long as your army comes into contact with the Bay of Biscay, the aid of the Spanish fleet will be provided to you and your army continuously,"

Listening to the Spanish's scattered expressions, Hustle couldn't be energetic at all. At the end, he impatiently threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground and shouted loudly: "Damn the Spanish devils, do you want my people to die in vain? Tell me where did your cavalry company guarding the stable and artillery warehouse run? Hehe, don't say it, okay, I tell you, they all ran to the Republican army and served under the command of the Eastern Satan. And you, my Spanish colonel, are you going to give my head to the Republicans?" In the end, Hustle, who became more angry, simply pulled out his short gun and pointed at Fang Soto's temple, with an extremely ferocious face on his face.

Fonsoto, who was pointed at his head with a gun, had no route to panic or beg for mercy. He just calmly told Hustle that even if Hustle didn't kill him now, Fonsoto would not be able to return to Spain alive. Because a few days ago, in that sneak attack, Lieutenant Coleman disappeared due to the collective rebellion of his cavalry company. Now it can be concluded that the Lieutenant fell into Andrew's hands. The Lieutenant was no one else, but the illegitimate daughter of Carlos IV, Princess Sophia, who had just won the title of Your Highness, is very likely to become the next Queen of Spain. If Hustle could send troops to rescue His Highness at this time, the entire Spanish royal family would be very grateful to the Count's heroic actions, and his country would definitely help the * and national army in Wandai, France.

"Are you telling the truth?" Hustle slowly lowered his gun, because he had also heard that this extremely arrogant Princess Sophia was the illegitimate daughter of Carlos IV and his first child. Because Queen Maria could not even tell which one was the biological flesh and blood of the king's husband, Queen Maria accidentally fell in love with Princess Sophia and took the initiative to ask the king to give her the title of His Highness, making her the eldest princess of His Majesty the King. But Princess Sophia secretly left the palace soon after, and her whereabouts are still unknown.

"Absolutely, I can swear to God." According to the tradition of Spanish nobles, a noble swearing to God is more effective than any guarantee.

"Let me think about it!" Huster waved his hand, invited Fang Soto out, and left alone in the room in a daze...
Chapter completed!