MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-v4 Chapter 351 To go, or not to go?

Capture Slave Harbor, the position of the 2nd Infantry Regiment.

When the raging battle of Straw Town entered the second half, Lieutenant Colonel Alexei Dukasky, who was "entrusted with an important task" and served as the vanguard of the siege of the Borei Legion, was always squatting outside the city of Slave Port. A shovel, a shovel, a handful of soil and a handful of soil to dig trenches.

According to the information obtained by Norton Crosell, the family of the second infantry commander was in the Bolei Corps. He handed over this task to Alexei in a half-coaxed and half-deceived way—as long as he could arrive at the Slave Port unscathed, and let the Bolei Legion take the initiative to attack the big hole in Straw Town, the task would be accomplished.

But Alexei, who was deceived, didn't know this. He thought that the slave port was a bait that the enemy deliberately gave out. He took advantage of the weakness of the New World Army's lack of a fleet to close the door and beat the dogs. As a result, he didn't dare to enter the city at all. He was ordered to build positions on the periphery, and asked the liberals in the city to assist him and provide manpower and material resources.

Naturally, 10,000 people up and down Slave Harbor didn’t want to agree. They hoped that the Clovis army would **** them away to the safer rear of the Confederacy; but they also knew better that if they didn’t agree, the Clovis people in front of them would not Will be more merciful than the imperial people; after weighing the interests, he still agreed with gritted teeth.

Although many have been evacuated before, there are not many things left in the port of slavery, but it is still more than enough to temporarily supply logistics to a force of more than a thousand people; the remaining baggage of the Bolei Legion, potatoes and salted fish from the fishermen's hometown , all in the bag of Alexei.

At the same time, the 2nd Infantry Regiment had to grit its teeth and send a quarter of its troops while the fortifications were being built, to gather up the supplementary soldiers of the Shooting Army that had been defeated and scattered by the Bolei Legion, and to pick up the weapons and supplies left on the battlefield.

After all, there are only a thousand people in the entire infantry regiment. Although Alexei has always been very confident in himself, the gap of 1:20 makes it necessary to aim at the Boley Legion as a sandbag.

Thanks to this battle, the shooting army brought by Ansen basically trained for more than five months, and the shooting army veterans who have become accustomed to the life of the military camp will subconsciously find a partner for collective action even if they are defeated, and will take the initiative to move closer when they see the flag.

In just three or four days, Alexei successfully gathered more than 1,000 shooting troops, and there were scattered indigenous soldiers who got news and intelligence coming here... Counting the freedom of the slave port The militia that sent the initiative to gather together finally gathered more than 3,000 troops, equivalent to half an infantry division... It was almost the same as An Sen's just starting up in Hantu.

But as to whether he could stop the Bolei Legion's counterattack by relying on this amount of troops, he still had no idea, so he could only continue to urge the soldiers to build fortifications, and he also shoveled shovels to dig trenches... The whole regiment did not know when the enemy would appear. How many trenches need to be dug for the position, anyway, while there is still time, I can dig a little bit.

With Alexei's almost frantic efforts, a defensive position that can provide shelter and protection for six to eight thousand people and has a complete structure has begun to take shape; considering that the front is too long, the heavy artillery firepower may not be able to be transported, and at the same time To guard against the enemy's artillery fire, Alexei simply abandoned the artillery bases and instead built a large number of small fortresses that could be defended by one or two platoons, and connected them with trenches to form a defensive network with intersecting and staggering firepower.

The disadvantage of this is that the construction period will be very long, and the advantage is that it can not only protect the slave port, but also resist the attack from the direction of the slave port.

One day, two days, three days... A group of people were nervous and digging for nearly a week, but they didn't even see the shadow of the jihadist fleet, let alone the enemy.

Alexei was stunned.

If Slave Harbor was really a trap deliberately left by the Bolei Legion, the enemy should have appeared long ago, and if not... where did they go?

Not only him, but the soldiers who had been working for several days and the fishermen in the slave port also began to complain, wondering if there was something wrong with the plan; if the enemy never came, what was the point of digging trenches like crazy here? What?

In the face of everyone's doubts and complaints, Alexey can only forcefully say that all this is in his own plan, and the enemy is marching hard under the wise command of Commander-in-Chief Anson Bach to buy time for them to build positions; The enemy may appear at any time, and now every inch of defense increases everyone's chances of survival.

The soldiers and people who questioned the plan not only did not know how to be grateful for the dedication and sacrifice of the legion, but also did not believe the plan of the commander-in-chief. Even the efforts of the other comrades who fought hard and were not afraid of sacrifice should be taken seriously...

Alexei's painstaking persuasion can be said to be well-informed and emotional, using his personal credit to shield the flaws in Ansen Bach's plan - although he did not know that he was betrayed from the beginning.

It's a pity that although the head of the regiment is concise, every word is from the heart, and every sentence is correct, pertinent, objective, complete, three-dimensional, comprehensive, dialectical...

Helpless, the soldiers and the people just couldn't get in the oil and salt, and completely regarded these words full of wisdom as harmful gases sent from the body cavity.

"...In the end, you don't actually know whether the enemy will appear, right?!" a liberal congressman complained: "Then if the enemy never appears, we will spend time and effort building fortifications around the port of capture slaves. , what's the point?"

"This week, all kinds of tools have been digging trenches, especially the iron tools have been damaged a lot, and there is so much food and fuel, you also require all soldiers and dry goods beasts... Shooting army soldiers, civilians eat at least every meal. There is a kilogram of potatoes, but also meat... The food consumed every day is measured in tons!"

The more the congressman talked, the more distressed he became. He was one of the few manor owners who had not yet evacuated from Slave Harbor. During this time, the materials consumed by the Second Infantry Regiment were basically provided by him, so he was naturally qualified to complain in public.

"The problem is not what if, but what if!" Alexei patted the table impatiently, the cigarette ash on the corner of his mouth was left for a long time - the school officer's supply has long been used up, he is smoking now They are all local specialty cigarettes from New World. Not only are the ashes stubborn, but they also smell like a fuse.

"As for the rapid consumption of food... Sufficient food is necessary for heavy physical labor. You don't want to wait for the enemy to kill you, and the soldiers who protect you are so hungry that they don't even have the strength to pick up weapons, right?"

"I'm not stingy with those foods!"

The congressman stood up abruptly, and his expression became quite ugly: "I just don't want them to be wasted in vain... Obviously they can be used as supplies on the way to retreat, but they are all thrown into these mud pits!"

"... a mud pit?"

Alexey paused for a while, and without raising his head, he swept his suddenly icy gaze: "You ... protect our lives without facing the powerful firepower of the enemy, and have the opportunity to hold back the defense of the enemy that is several times his own. The fortification is called... a mud pit?"

"I heard it right, huh?"

The voice of the commander of the second infantry was very calm, but at this moment everyone in the fort could feel that a fire was starting to burn in the icy air.

"I..." The congressman who was staring at him instinctively took a half step back, but he still barely stood still and refused to bow his head: "This, this is just a metaphor, a metaphor... I don't mean to slander you, There are also the results of the hard work of the soldiers for several days, I am just worried that they may or may not have any meaning or significance!"

The congressman stammered, and the cold sweat on his cheeks was about to wet his collar; but none of the people present at the meeting laughed, and instead all silently continued to look at the commander of the second infantry regiment.

Obviously, although everyone is silent, the idea is the same.

Alexei, who felt the pressure, maintained an indifferent expression and looked at his bursar and several company commanders: "What about you, do you also think that continuing to build fortifications here is a waste of time?"

The words fell, and several officers suddenly showed embarrassed expressions.

With the current situation of the Second Infantry Regiment, it is the best decision to retreat as soon as possible. After all, on the one hand, we do not know when the enemy will appear. Yes, the probability of being wiped out is quite high.

But this kind of thing can't be said... Being a deserter is naturally one aspect, and more importantly, everyone doesn't want to retreat with the oil bottles from the capture slave port, the risk is too great.

After working together for so long, Alexei can naturally guess the thoughts of this group of people, and he is also quite embarrassed; when things come to this point, it is like "Have I made a mistake?" or even "Is it possible that the commander-in-chief is cheating?" He actually had thoughts like me", but he just didn't dare to say it.

Besides, these days were really bitter... After four days of rapid marching without rest, we had to start building fortifications immediately to collect the broken soldiers; the daily food was only potatoes, barley, stinky kippers and salty salt with broken teeth. Meat, no beer but salty and bitter river water... Rao is a Clovis army soldier who has always worked hard, a mule and horse that walks on two legs. Waking up earlier than a chicken and going to bed later than a dog is impossible without complaining.

If the enemy will appear soon, everyone can still grit their teeth and persevere when life and death are at stake, but waiting left and right will not wait for the enemy to appear.

Also as a personal experiencer, Alexei's endurance for this kind of life is almost exhausted... The only people who can endure this kind of life are the indigenous soldiers of the shooting army.

All the fertile land fell into the hands of the colonists, and the life of the indigenous people who were driven to the more northerly forests was almost degraded to the level of animals. Even the metal utensils were few and far between. Squeezing, in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, they have to be almost naked... Not to mention meat, even if they are full of potatoes, it is heaven for them.

"Very well, I already understand everyone's thoughts." Alexei, who was biting a cigarette, said coldly: "How about this, three... no! Four days, we will continue to hold on for another four days, and take advantage of this time to start preparing the baggage. ."

"If the enemy appears after four days, we will continue to guard the slave port for assistance; if not, it means that the enemy is probably besieging the town of straw. We will directly follow the enemy's marching route and assist the garrison of straw to attack the empire's holy war from the rear. Legion."

This is almost the last bottom line of Alexei. After all, if the Borei Legion is really besieging Straw Town, it would be a waste of time for them to stay here. It is better to go back and join the main force as soon as possible.

Four days is not a decision made in the head... It takes at least five days from Straw Town to Chasou Harbor. If the enemy does not appear within four days, it means that the Battle of Straw Town is not over yet. Usually, a siege will last for more than ten years. Days and a month are normal; by that time, the enemy's supplies will run out, and if you rush back, you will be able to participate in the final battle.

But even this seemingly reasonable compromise is so unacceptable in the eyes of everyone.

"Four days, why not now?!" the congressman said loudly:

"The supplies in Slave Harbor can last for less than a month at most. If we don't set off soon, it may not be enough for everyone to evacuate to a safe place!"

Although he shouted loudly, in fact he was just emboldened, always afraid that the Clovis officer on the opposite side would unreasonably kill him and stand up for himself - there was already a liberal congressman who refused to cooperate in providing supplies. , was beaten in the head and buckled the hat of the loyalists.

A colonist of the Three Kingdoms of the North Sea, of course, cannot be a loyalist loyal to the empire, but in front of a Clovis officer who is very concerned about his authority and his soldiers whose profession is killing, logic cannot make you invulnerable.

Alexei's face suddenly turned cold, and he wished to shoot him directly; but then he realized that many people present had the same idea, and his impulsive words were likely to cause public anger, including his own soldiers.

Just as he was struggling, the ash from the corners of his mouth finally spilled from the cigarette, and by chance it fell on the back of his hand; the burning pain came from the end of his limbs like an electric current into his ecstatic consciousness, and he instinctively let out a cry:

"boom----!!!!"

The deafening sound of shelling exploded above everyone's heads~www.novelbuddy.com~ The fortress made of rammed earth was directly cut off by a cannonball, and the earth, gravel and gravel poured down like a waterfall, and sprinkled on the faces of the terrified people.

Alexey, who was about to stand up clutching his right hand, was directly hugged by his chief bursar, and desperately pressed to the ground like throwing a sack; like the chaotic scene of ants on a hot pan, several eager shouts sounded at the same time:

"The enemy fire is coming - go into the trench to hide!"

The shouting bursar seemed to have forgotten that he was a big living person in his arms. He hugged Alexei heavily by inertia and lay down to hide, and then precisely slammed his head against the edge of the table.

click-

With the crisp cracking sound, a large head gap appeared on the long oak table; the first shot of the defense of Slave Harbor was fired in Alexei's coma.

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