“You must keep your word!” Sennamon boarded the flat-bottomed boat with some engineers and trebuchets, and asked again with expectation and worry.
 Early on the morning of March 21, the city defense troops and engineering troops of Yambol Town were brought out and gathered at the riverside to prepare for departure.
 Griffith glanced at him and slapped a certificate signed by himself on his collar:
"Put this away, the certificate and recommendation letter submitted by Ms. Sonia de La Mole's Suitoral. Even if I die in battle, as my final proof, this document will allow you to make your request without any difficulty.
Earl's Palace fulfills my promise.
"As we said last night, Larmore House will give you the status of a reserve officer, organized under the name of the Reserve Army Command. After half a year of training, you will serve as an officer of the new weapons and technology test force being formed. Annual salary and
The post allowance is 1,800 silver francs, a single room, and he is stationed in Beyelan.
“You can issue letters of recommendation to the engineering soldiers participating in the war. Those who are brave and outstanding among them can serve as sergeants under your recommendation. The specific criteria are up to you.”
 Senamon rubbed his hands uneasily. This condition seemed very attractive to him.
This is the status of an officer and the personnel appointment and dismissal rights of squadron non-commissioned officers!
The regular army is no different from the city defense army and militia. Officers are all well-known figures. They have lifetime salaries and allowances, live in bright and warm military camps or dormitories, wear beautiful bearskin hats, and have three meals a day for free.
And if you eat well, respectable and wealthy families will compete to marry their girls.
Following the ancient tradition, when the army was mobilized, the duke and earl served as marshals and generals, and appointed viscounts and barons as captains. The generals issued orders to summon the knights and tenant farmers scattered in the territory to take up arms. As they marched
While training, experienced knights became lieutenants and captains, and farmers, miners and hunters formed private soldiers.
 All officers must be commissioned and are as noble as knights.
Ordinary people cannot become commissioned officers. No matter how brave, noble and intelligent they are, the rank of senior sergeant is the end of their military career.
"Really, no problem, I'm not questioning Miss Larmour," Senamon said excitedly, "Of course, I'm not questioning you either, it's just that this kind of thing, appointing an officer is such a big deal..."
 “Shut up, you idiot.”
Griffith interrupted him coldly:
“Do you know that some Scitorals marry countesses?”
“!!!” The technical sergeant was shocked.
"The current Earl William de Larmore was once a Sciutral, just like me," Griffith stared into his eyes, "If you continue to nag me, get out of here."
Go to Yambol Town and be your sergeant, and I will lead these engineering soldiers myself."
 “No!” Sennamon shouted in a low voice:
 “I, that’s not what I meant.
 “Oh, my God, Miss Larmour is a famous beauty.”
"Yes," Griffith leaned down slightly and whispered in the ear of the technical sergeant, "I have said everything that needs to be said. If you dare to question my orders again, or if my Sonya is even slightly damaged, I will
I will sink you into the Vero River, do you understand?"
 Senamon rushed out like a rabbit with a tail on fire, heading to the predetermined location with the engineers.
 Griffith assigned them a special mission, and he himself led three other ships of soldiers to the vicinity of Bate Manor.
With no reinforcements and only a group of unreliable local city defense troops in hand, he could only harass the rebel camps one by one to contain them.
However, after all, this is just a Sequence 8 and more than a hundred stragglers, and it is nothing more than a trick. If the pressure on the rebels is not strong enough, let them free up their army to attack Bet Manor, or find the Sequence 6 Sword Master.
Come and attack, Griffith will be considered a failure.
 The sudden appearance of Sennamon and the Engineers gave him an additional tactical option.
He stayed up all night and made a preparation and supply plan overnight, and handed it over to the town government, which was still running slowly, along with most of his remaining money. He reorganized the city defense army, militia and engineering troops and divided them into two teams.
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Griffith compiled the limited intelligence and obtained information from the mayor's office. Under time constraints and lack of on-site exploration, he estimated the terrain changes based on the flooding of nearby rivers and the location of the highlands, and then conducted staff work himself to provide
Senamon formulated a route and action plan, and raised the necessary ropes, pulleys, tools and boats.
Although he was only the temporary commanding officer of a small force of more than 200 people, Griffith completed a full set of logistics organization, staff operations and command work.
In the precious night that just passed, the rebels were resting, and the classmates in Bate Manor may have been tossing and turning in pain and worry, but Griffith himself did not waste a minute.
Now, he stared with bright eyes at the rivers that divided the plains, and at the army of more than 200 people who was deploying according to his plan.
Come on, rebels!
 I had no choice before, but things are different now. I want to show you the power of military science and organization.
 …
Griffith led a squadron to the northwest and attacked the river bank near Bate Manor.
Because of the relationship between the river channel and the terrain, he and Senamon set off from the Vero River south of Yambol Town, first moved westward along the river, and separated at the mouth of the Vero-Bete River, which was an irregular inverted T shape. The engineers continued along the
The Vero River went west, and he himself led the team north, approaching the baron's castle along the east bank of the meandering Bete River.
Although the flat-bottomed boats are stable and convenient, they are very slow and have no weapons. Once intercepted by the rebels, only Griffiths in the squadron of more than 100 people has the means of long-range attack, and the others can only be beaten.
Therefore, before approaching Bate Manor or the ferry on the west bank, Griffith should try his best to stay as close to the east bank as possible to avoid being attacked by rebel rafts and boats. If there were rebel strongholds there, he would destroy them along the way.
 Southeast of Bate Manor, Griffith discovered the half-submerged ferry and village.
 According to the map, this is Boulogne Ferry. Sonia once thought of letting everyone cross the river from here and escape to the east bank.
Now, this small ferry is half-destroyed. As the flood gradually recedes, large areas of muddy low hills and ruined walls are exposed.
Griffith observed it and found that it was not easy to get close to the west coast. The floods from the mountains to the north carried a large amount of mud and sand, making the water nearby very turbid. Tree trunks and boulders could be seen everywhere. If you were not careful,
The boat may capsize.
It might be fine if there are one or two small wooden boats, but if the army wants to cross the river, it can only pass through Boulogne Ferry. The siltation situation in the harbor there is not that bad.
 According to the current water situation, more land will be exposed at this crossing in another day, becoming a key point of contention between the two sides.
Just when Griffith was thinking about how to occupy this place, a small wooden boat suddenly appeared on the water in the northwest, sailing quickly towards the east coast. Behind this small boat, there were also three boats of similar size.
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 This direction...should be coming from Bate Manor! Griffith's heart moved, and he hurriedly ordered to move closer to the direction of the boat.
The flat-bottomed boats were too slow. Seeing that the four boats were about to dock on the east bank in the north, Griffith jumped to the shore and ran across the land.
These four boats docked one after another. Four figures jumped out of the first boat and ran quickly inland. However, more than 20 people rushed out of the next three boats, holding weapons and chasing after them.
 Griffith immediately threw down his halberd and shield, armed only with his long sword, feather sword and a few daggers, and began to charge at full speed.
Among the four people, three men dressed as city defense troops held short guns and shields in their hands, waving them in panic to scare off the pursuers. The man surrounded by them was tall, wearing a winged helmet and a slim-fitting jacket.
Wearing a silver breastplate and skirt, he wielded a shining cross sword, and his waist-length blond hair sparkled in the morning sun.
 Fiona!
A bad thought came to Griffith's mind. This girl was rarely separated from Lana, let alone in this critical moment.
 But now is not the time to think about it.
The rebels bent their bows and fired at Fiona and others, shooting down one of the city defenders and wounding another. Other rebels brandished short spears, axes and hatchets and attacked them.
 Fiona actually stopped and tried to protect the city defenders. In a blink of an eye, she was surrounded by rebels.
 Griffith sprinted at full speed and stood still behind the rebels. Sharp ice spikes had already condensed in his hands. Now was not the time to hold back.
One of the rebels had noticed the apprentice knight appearing behind him, and just as he was about to open his mouth to shout, an ice spear pierced his throat, emerged from the soft back of his neck, and was nailed to the ground like an insect specimen.
 The second ice spike followed, shooting through the chest of a rebel who turned around in a hurry, and nailed him to the back of another companion.
Blood spattered and the screams made all the rebels jump in shock. Griffith threw a third ice spike and shot another person.
Griffith stormed into the crowd, striking the frightened people in the face.
He split a spearman's head in half with one sword stroke. The inferior long sword suddenly broke with a "pop" sound, and half of the sword's hilt got stuck in the spearman's head.
Griffith waved his hand and grabbed a short gun, and four or five spearmen were already stabbing him with their weapons.
 The coordination was good, and these rebels were well trained. An idea flashed through Griffith's mind, and he resisted this round of attacks with his breastplate without dodging.
The tip of the spear struck a spark on the fine armor. Griffith held the short spear and plunged it into the throat of a rebel, pulled out his Corrupted Feather Fencing Sword and swung it towards the crowd.
 The short black blade cut the throats of the two men, and even the blood that spurted out turned black.
 More rebels rushed forward, attacking with hatchets and short spears.
To be continued...