"Regain the South Highland Fortress tonight. If you win, you will live; if you don't win, you will die."

This is the general's order.

The west wind laughed wildly and walked past the tent, and the chill passed by everyone's back.

"Has the South Highland Fortress been reclaimed?"

No one answered, and the South Highland Fortress was still in the hands of the White Lion.

"Stay rest." Sekler's tone was unquestionable: "Your mission is still to regain the South Highland Fort."

After saying that, the general turned around and left.

Colonel Laslow was shot in an arrow with his right leg. He sat in a three-legged chair, filling his pipe with a blank expression, as if this had nothing to do with him.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert and Lieutenant Colonel Custer were dark, but did not speak.

The tent was as quiet as death.

A hoarse voice sounded behind Sekler: "The cannons have been destroyed, I destroyed them with my own hands."

The general ignored it, did not stop, but just walked out.

So many people threw their lives on the mountain, climbing up the wall like ants in the rain of guns and bullets, and fighting in the corridor, where the big man was so swinging and said nothing?

"I used the iron melting technique." Winters tried hard to suppress his emotions, his body trembling: "The white lion can't even stuff the shells in."

The family background of a soldier, ten years of military academy education, and one and a half years of military life have turned Winters Montagne into an "institutional" person.

No one can see more thoroughly than Antonio Serbiati: a military school built imitating the structure of the monastery, and eventually cultivates batches of "ascetic monks" and "crazy believers".

Winters hardly understands what the world outside the army looks like. From the moment he was born, he was placed in this system.

Loyalty, responsibility, execution of orders, respect for superiors... Obedience to authority is almost engraved into his bones.

This is why he "worked hard" to fight for the Republic of Paratu - he himself did not realize it.

An institutionalized person actually doesn’t care who the order comes from, as long as someone gives orders.

Becoming a part of the big whole - this behavior subconsciously brings him an irreplaceable sense of security, because this is his life since childhood.

In fact, it was not that the Palatu army needed Winters Montagne, but that Winters Montagne needed the army.

He is like a sapling, which is loaded into a mold from the beginning of the buds, tied with ropes, and grows and extends in a predetermined direction.

But humans have their limits, and even institutionalized people.

The tense strings broke one by one, and the face of the dead warrior appeared before Winters' eyes.

They did not die for Paratu, nor did they die for Seckle. They trusted him and loved him, and they fought for him without hesitation to fight against the barbarians. They died for him.

Winters pulled out his saber and yelled indignantly at the general's back: "What do you want me to do? Just for that mountain-breaking bag! All my people are going to die there! All are going to die there!"

Lieutenant Colonel Robert immediately reached out and grabbed Winters. He was injured and could not speak, and he made an ambiguous "whimper" sound anxiously.

Lieutenant Colonel Custer also grabbed Winters' other arm: "Rare! You...you are drunk!"

"Don't be impulsive!" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska, on the marching couch, stretched his arms out of the darkness, trying to stop Winters.

Colonel Laslow lit his pipe with the oil lamp, drooped his eyelids, and slowly smoked.

"Philpot! Mihali! Salter..." The names of the dead were shouted out one by one by one by Winters.

Sekler, who had one leg out of the tent, stopped. He stood quietly for two or three seconds, and suddenly turned around and walked back to Winters.

He looked straight into the lieutenant's eyes and asked coldly: "Do I need to tell you my deployment?"

"Fuck you!!!" Winters struggled desperately, his eyes burning with anger.

Custer and Robert were staggered by him, and Lieutenant Colonel Robert twisted off his saber.

"Wentes! Don't be impulsive! Don't be like this!" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was almost asking. No, it was begging.

Sekler slowly wiped off the saliva from his face and said in a shocking voice: "The bridge has actually been opened!"

Everyone was shocked, including Winters in the tent.

"The bridge deck is less than thirty meters away from the other side of the river. Lieutenant Colonel Elek (Engineering) came up with a solution. The first fifteen meters of the first pontoon bridge rigidly fixed on the front bridge pile. Ten meters behind, and sent people to the other side to pull cables to fix it. The last five meters will flow directly through the water." Sailek looked at the others in the tent and said word by word: "Apart from me, Lieutenant Colonel Alpad and Lieutenant Colonel Elek, you are the only people who know this."

Lieutenant Colonel Custer whispered: "Since the bridge has been opened, why not leave?"

"Can you leave?" Sekler asked, "The Huds are guarding outside the camp. Can they leave?! The white lion has at least 30,000 reinforcements, and the three major tribes connected to the large and small tribes below "have all their eldest sons"! Tell me why he hasn't launched a general attack yet?"

Wulai's subordinates answered, and Sekler scolded sternly: "Because he was waiting for the moment when the bridge was opened! There was a retreat in front and a pursuer behind. If Wulai's white lion exerted its strength, we would be defeated!"

This truth is too straightforward and Winters cannot refute it.

The bridge is hope and the spiritual pillar of the Paratus fight against the water.

But if the bridge is really opened, it will not be a battle against the enemy, but a "surrounding three quors and one".

Waiting for the Paratus will not "escape from the sky", but "being attacked in half".

There are tens of thousands of vicious barbarians in front of them, and there is the only way to survive behind them. As long as one person throws down his weapons and flies, the morale of the army will collapse like a domino.

Sekler's tone was cold: "I want you to retake the fortress of the South Highlands, not only for the cannons, but also for the screening of the enemy's vision and clearing the Heds in the trench. Occupying the South Highlands, the enemy's views are fully visible to the camp. They know what we do. Tell me, can you leave?"

No one can answer this question.

Sekler's speech was getting faster and faster: "When you attack, Alpad will lead another army to clear the enemy troops that are attacking the camp, and a brigade will also send a brigade to strengthen you. A squadron of cavalry has already crossed the river downstream by boat. As long as your battle begins, I will send someone to build bridges.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! I want you to attract the attention of the Hudder people and the time difference in fighting the white lion. Let him think we are still fighting for the fortress, let him think that the bridge has not been repaired yet. Three hours! Within three hours, everyone will cross the river!

If you win, you will live! If you don’t win, you will die! Do you think I’m talking empty words? The army goes to fight for hundreds of miles, and less than half of them can still carry the sword. If you bleed, others won’t shed?!"

Silence, there is only silence in the tent.

"Removed his position! If you don't want to go, you don't need him to go! Laslow, the Jeska Brigade will give you command!"

After saying that, Sekler turned around and left, and this time he did not look back.

...

After a brief rest and a small amount of troops were replenished, the raid troops who had just returned to the camp attacked again.

This time they did not go straight to the southern highlands, but instead went around the northwest first.

There they would join forces with the Bode Brigade and then launch an offensive to the South Highland Fortress.

At the same time, another unit was gathering outside the north wall of the camp, led by Alpad.

They will attack the flanks of enemies who are attacking the southern walls of the camp, repel these enemies, and prevent them from supporting the South Highland Fortress.

A silver-gray horse slowly walked out of the night.

Angelo led Qiangyun to Winters and saw the owner, the horse sniffed happily.

After getting closer, Qiangyun twitched his nose unhappily. Obviously, he didn't like the bloody smell on Winters' body.

Winters wanted to feed Qiangyun a candy cube. After searching for a while, he suddenly remembered that he did not bring a candy bag.

"Did you bring sugar?" Winters asked Angelo.

"Sugar?" Angelu stared at her eyes widened for a long time and said apologetically: "I didn't bring it today."

"Stop being spoiled." Winters patted Qiangyun's side neck and began to check the harness.

He adjusted the chest straps to make them fit appropriately; carefully checked under the saddle without leaving a single straw stick; patiently smoothed the skin that was in contact with the saddle without leaving a trace of wrinkle.

Lieutenant Colonel Custer came over on his black war horse. Lieutenant Colonel dismounted beside Winters and exclaimed to Qiang Yun: "What a good horse, it's a pity to fall into the hands of your infantry department."

Winters was too lazy to pay attention to Custer.

Caster was not upset and asked again: "Didn't Sekler say you don't have to go?"

"I fucking volunteered!" Winters pushed back with anger.

"Yes, if you don't go, your people will die more." Custer blew up and began to say the serious matter: "Secler said you want to remove your position and just treat it as fart. This time you are the reserve team and we are the pioneers."

"What the hell?" Winters asked with his eyes.

"What Laslo means, if we can win, you follow up. If we fight all, you will withdraw with just the right thing." Cast said indifferently: "Palatu fights the barbarians, and you can't always let you, the Venetta, show your limelight."

Winters didn't say anything.

Caster wanted to leave, but suddenly turned around and asked, "You kid always looked at me squintly. Do you still remember the revenge of the Wolf Town whip?"

At Mitchell Manor, Custer whipped Winters for no reason. Although he did not "hold grudges", his cultivation was not as good as being slapped in the face and then leaned over the other face.

Anyway, Winters had no good expression on Custer and only maintained a reluctant politeness.

Fortunately, the two didn't meet a lot and they met only a few times.

"If you don't answer, then that's right?" Caster asked.

"That's right!" Winters was so annoyed: "Why did you whip me for no reason?"

Caster's tone was helpless: "You Venettas are so petty! [Revenge is the greatest happiness in the world], is this what you Venettas said?"

Winters didn't want to defend himself, so he turned around and continued to organize his harness.

Lieutenant Colonel Custer sneered, "Or you punch me? You and I will just pull it..."

Winters turned around and punched Custer's right hook in the left face.
To be continued...