[In the suburbs of shovel port]

"Click."

"Click."

Accompanied by the crisp sound of mechanical cladding, the Nurell bell's hand jumped forward faithfully.

Yet in Andre's world, the pointer with luminous stones is unbearably slow—especially when Andre was staring at it.

By chance, there was another ignorant guy who came to poke his sore spot.

"Prince Baomin, what good thing is?" Thurin led Aimo Molanhei to Andre, stretched his neck, and looked at the Nuren Bell in Andre's hand curiously: "You have been watching this all morning!"

Andre snorted coldly, handed the Nuren Bell to Thurin, and asked angrily, "Do you know what this is?"

"No...I don't know." Thurin scratched his head awkwardly and said flatteringly: "But it must be particularly valuable."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know." Andrey said nothing and stuffed the Nuren Bell into Thurin's hand: "From now on, stand here! Stare at it! Until the needle reaches the place where the forked! If the needle does not reach the place, you will not move at all! Start now!"

Thurin didn't understand the situation for a moment. When he came to his senses and wanted to beg for mercy with a sad face, he found that the Cellini Paomin had already lying under the shade of the cypress tree with the horse tied up, and covered his face with a hat.

The unknown birds were singing, and several Dusak cubs whose foreheads were not even full of hair were holding back their laughter.

Thurin stood there, not just walking or sitting, but could only stare at the silver box and pray that the infantry regiment would move faster.

...

[Inside the town of Zhaozigang]

The process of occupying the shovel port was extremely smooth.

The eight companies of the First Battalion and the Second Battalion of the Ironfeng County Infantry Regiment took twelve barges downstream, and captured the dock without encountering any resistance.

The barge they were riding was secretly transformed in the Cattle Hoof Valley using the building materials left over from the battlefield. The order to build the barge came directly from the civil servant Winters Montanebo, and the time was after the end of the Battle of Blood Mud.

The focus of the defense of the Port of Shawer is in the inland direction. The commander responsible for deploying the defenders tried his best to build the land passage into a solid wall, but he did not expect that the rebels entrenched in Revodan would not only dare to take the initiative, but even prepared a set of water and land coordination tactics specifically for the Port of Shawer.

Caught off guard, important locations such as town offices, churches, barracks, and arsenals were easily occupied by the new army of Tiefeng County. Many garrison militia were still sleeping soundly and became prisoners of the "rebels".

Peter Bunier carried a long halberd and a helmet, ran back to the dock from the Sauvignon Port Barracks, and a set of ill-fitting armor sounded "rattled" and "rattled".

He ran to the people who were commanding the unloading of ships on the pier and asked in panic: "Battery Commander! The enemy surrendered! What should I do?"

After asking, he remembered that he had not saluted yet, so he quickly raised his hand to salute.

"Surrender?" asked the officer in the iron mask, sceptical: "Didn't resist?"

"No blood was seen." Peter Bunier said in a daze: "As soon as we rushed into the barracks, they surrendered, and some people took the initiative to tie ropes for us..."

"Carrying." The masked man sneered and stopped talking.

"Shaozi Port has recently recruited many bandits who were driven away by us." Bart Xialing, the acting battalion commander of the Second Battalion, said with a chuckle: "Those guys are used to changing their minds when they see the wind and are afraid of death."

Another serious officer, Tamas, acting battalion commander of the first battalion, nodded and simply encouraged his subordinates: "You are doing well, Sergeant Peter."

Hearing Tamas' praise, Peter Bunier was like a puppet who stood at attention happily and saluted again.

With the credits he earned during the Battle of Blood Mud, Peter Bunier has been promoted to the first group of official sergeants of the new army and has been appointed to command two entries of soldiers.

Even the most jealous person cannot deny that Peter's achievements were real, and at most he secretly cursed "the guy who has lost his luck."

No one called Peter "Bag" contemptuously. When the recruits saw him, they raised their hands to salute him immediately, and respectfully called him "Sergeant Bunier"; the veteran would hug him on his shoulders and call him "Brother Peter" affectionately - in fact, Peter Bunier was only in his early twenties.

Although Peter Bunier was caught off guard by the changes in the world, he still liked to be respected.

...

[Shovel Port Military Camp]

"Kneel to me! Hold your head in your hand!" The monkey walked back and forth with a spear in his hand, shouting arrogantly: "That bald head! Why are you moving around? Kneel to me!"

A group of surrendered shoveling militias knelt in a row facing the wall, no one dared to complain, and no one dared to look back at the thin soldiers who scolded them.

This made the monkey even more proud. After all, this was his first "real" victory - the Blood Mud Battle of course cannot be counted, because he was scared to his pants and did not win any results.

Veteran Lu Xirong walked out of the barracks warehouse and carried a roll of hemp rope to tie the prisoners.

Seeing this, the monkey hurriedly ran to Lu Xirong and wanted to take the hemp rope from Lu Xirong: "Sergeant! I'll do it!"

"Don't call me a sergeant. The volunteer troops have been disbanded." Lucirong had a dark face: "I am not a sergeant now, but a big-headed soldier. Sergeant Peter Bunier is a sergeant."

"You have been a sergeant for me for a day." The monkey snatched the hemp rope from Lu Xirong's hand: "You are my sergeant for the rest of your life! Don't move! I'll do it!"

After saying that, the monkey carried a hemp rope and quickly tied the prisoners' hands from behind one by one.

Lu Xirong looked at the backs of the recruits he brought out for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "Monkey, you are a good young man... but your mouth is too broken and your heart is too high! If you are half as steady as your fellow countryman, you can be more developed than him."

Unlike the monkey who had not made any achievements, his friend Doug killed a Qing Lingyu in formation. After the two were recruited by the Infantry Corps, Doug was directly transferred to the battalion commander and became a guard.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hearing Lu Xirong's words, the monkey stopped his movements and soon resumed his actions. He chuckled and said, "Everyone has his own destiny. Dogs have a future, I'll be happy for him... He is better than me."

Lu Xirong smacked his lips, said nothing, but just patted the monkey on the shoulder.

...

[Shovel Port Pier]

"What are you doing when you stand?" Seeing the short sergeant in front of you with a happy smirk on his face, Morrow felt an inexplicable anger: "You have nothing to do?"

"Oh...oh oh oh." Peter came to his senses, hurriedly straightened his helmet, and asked in a low voice: "Battery Commander, what should the surrendered enemy do? Do you want to escort here?"

"No. Take their weapons and lock them in the barracks first. We don't have time to deal with them now..." Tamas's eyes stretched along the road from the dock to outside the town: "The real opponent hasn't come yet."

Hearing this, Morrow hummed again with disdain. He looked at the soldier who was unloading the ship and ordered loudly: "Put down everything else first - push the cannon down!"

...

...

The garrison of Shaw Pier Port is divided into two parts: the smaller one is permanently located in the town center, and the larger one is stationed at the Potal Manor outside the town.

As a veteran of the war, Mayor Potal did not understand the principle that "scattered troops will be defeated by each one."

So... he originally wanted to put all his troops and supplies in his own manor.

It was because of Mr. Alpha's insistence that Mayor Potal reluctantly dispatched 100 militias to the town center and mobilized the town people to build a wooden wall surrounding the town center as a fortification.

The development of the situation proved the "foresight" of Mayor Potal, but he did not feel complacent.

The defeated soldiers who fled back to the manor brought very bad news: a "large army" raided Zhaozi Port on a boat, and more than a hundred militia stationed in the town were defeated in an instant. They fought desperately before they broke through by luck and rushed to report to the mayor at the first time...

Potal used a few silver coins to send away the deserter who "breaked the siege to death and rushed back the letter of return" - he could see at a glance that the guys were covered with blood on their bodies, but he just didn't want to expose it.

After driving away others, the worried Potal looked at the handsome young man beside him: "Mr. Alpha, what do you think you should do now?"

"There is no choice. The town has been lost, so you can only defend the manor at the moment." Alpha answered firmly: "Your Manor is backed by the river and adjacent to the mud, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Coupled with the preparation and renovation of this period, even if the rebels come out in full swing, we can not easily win the manor. We can defend here."

"How long can I stay?" Potal asked anxiously.

"Considering the reserve situation." Alpha originally wanted to say an optimistic number to boost the other party's will, but his rigorous personality still made him say the most conservative number: "At least half a month."

Alpha's answer obviously couldn't satisfy Potal, and he asked disappointedly: "What about half a month later?"

"Half a month is enough to happen a lot." Alpha explained: "The rebels may not be able to bear the siege and retreat voluntarily; Fengshi City, who received the news, sent reinforcements to defeat the rebels in and out of the way - it is also possible."

"But as far as I know." Potal's brow frowned even more: "Maple Stone City probably has no spare energy to take care of us now."

Alpha's tone was calm: "So I said possible."

Potal was silent for a moment and asked, "What if reinforcements don't come and the rebels don't retreat?"

"Mayor of Potal." Alpha slowed his tone as much as possible and replied seriously: "From a manor to a fortress, there is no fortress that never falls. But as long as the fortress suffers more losses to the enemy before it is broken, the fortress will achieve its mission."

Potal lowered his head and thought for a while, suddenly raised his head and said incoherently: "Mr. Alpha, I have an idea..."

Alpha pursed her lips.

"You know, it's impossible for Potal Manor to stay on." Potal gestured with his hands: "She is not next to the lake, as long as she is surrounded by rebels, it's useless even if we have a boat... Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes." Alfa thought: "That's why I suggest you transfer all your personnel and supplies to the town and set up defenses in the town center. You can attack and defend when you retreat. But you can't bear to leave your bottles and jars, and in the end you send a pitiful few troops to the town."

Although he was unhappy, Alpha still maintained his last politeness and did not express his thoughts.

Potal said in a deep voice: "The rebels attacked the harbor and caught us off guard, but they also gave us a chance..."

"No!" Alpha flatly refused: "With our strength and the rebels' field battle, there is no possibility of victory."

"Mr. Alpha." Potal looked at the young man in front of him and suddenly laughed: "You must think I was scared silly? Right?"

Alpha did not respond.

"Listen well, young sir. You have knowledge, you know how to fight. On the knowledge of books, you are this-" Potal said, giving a thumbs up, and then he changed his tone: "But you don't understand people's hearts."

This time it was Alpha's turn to frown.

"How many people do we have now?" Potal asked.

"Two brigades and one brigade that was dissatisfied, one thousand four hundred militia." Alpha gave the answer without thinking: "There are still half a squadron rider."

"Military?" Potal sneered: "How many are real militias? How many are they forced to defect to our robbers, habitual bandits, and murderers?"

Alpha's brows frowned even more.

"I know you don't want them, you blame me for taking them in." Potal asked desolately: "But if we don't recruit them, where can we recruit soldiers? Can we still arrest every farmer in the Shouzi Port?"
To be continued...