In the early morning of February in the Eastern European plains, the sky was gray.

At the end of the march, I leaned against a rock and took off my boots. The skin on my feet was peeling.

Sometimes team members can actually kill more people than the enemy, especially Assassin. There is no romance in such a critical moment. But silk cloth and cotton are really powerful.

After putting my boots back on, I could only endure the pain on my feet. Anyway, it would only take a few days to reach the safety of the south.

Really unable to sleep, I opened the map and roughly determined our location, which was more than 70 kilometers due north of Ulyanovka. Due to the route I set these days, we were lucky enough not to encounter any Russians.

Although we inevitably encountered some Poles, we had to move their heads in order to keep it secret. However, before killing them, we still learned a lot about what happened in this generation area.

The main force of the Russians went south along the Dnieper River to pursue Uncle Tsimischia and his companions. Everywhere they went, they sent cavalrymen who collected food as guides, followed by infantry. If we had taken a long way, we would have probably encountered them on the road.

The Russian cavalry that comes out to search for food can be fine once or twice. If it happens four times or three times, it is difficult to ensure that our army of only three thousand people will fall here. But now, as long as today and tomorrow pass, we will be separated.

Dangerous zone.

I can go back with a sigh of relief knowing that I can bring back everyone who is still alive.

Walking outside the camp, the tired soldiers leaned against each other to rest. The stinky smell and dirty clothes made them very embarrassed. But their morale was very good, because being able to go home with honor made them optimistic about the future.

Full of hope.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the camp in the forest, and a panicked sentry was led in: "Command! We found a lot of thick smoke and gunshots in the hills ahead!"

With a look on my face, I immediately sent someone to call the battalion-level commanders who were resting and walked into the forest. When I came to the high ground, I took out my binoculars. Without looking carefully, I could see a swarm of startling birds flying out of the forest more than ten kilometers away.

There was a dull sound of shelling.

"It's very likely that our people are fighting the Russians!" I judged.

"Are you going to attack?" Several battalion commanders were ready to make a move.

On a battlefield that can only rely on manpower to transmit messages, the commander's eyes can only be the sentry and what his eyes can see. If I can clearly obtain all the enemy's information, I will be able to make a good judgment.

But at this moment, we can only roughly know that someone is fighting.

Number? Unclear!

Troop deployment? I don’t know!

How is the battle going? I don’t know!

With his eyes darkened, he rashly rushes into the battle, with only two outcomes: either he scares the enemy, causing consternation, and becomes the biggest bargaining chip to turn the tide of the battle; the other outcome is that he scares the enemy, and then...probably, there is no more.

"Tell the soldiers to end their rest! Everyone is on standby!"

I have three infantry battalions and one cuirassier battalion on hand. In a battle involving 40,000 to 50,000 people, if these forces are put in front of me, they will only be an insignificant force for a charge, even if they are combined with chasseurs and Poles.

, there are only more than a thousand cavalry, and they will be used up in two charges. But now, I am in the dark and the enemy is in the light. If this force is used well, it can be more effective than the actual number! Even if it cannot

Defeat the Russians and retreat with the army intact!

When the soldiers were mobilizing, another sentry brought the real situation.

"Deserts! Some deserters!"

"Russian?" I asked happily.

The sentry looked troubled and whispered: "They are Romans."

"How could it be!" I subconsciously thought that this was impossible, because the soldiers under my command performed so well. But I soon convinced myself that no matter how high the sense of honor is, it will collapse in the face of death. Like during the Napoleonic Wars,

It’s not that a lot of French people collapsed after being slapped. You have to know that France at that time was full of passion for the [revolution]. Ordinary people could easily be deceived by those rhetoric, thinking that they were really fighting for greatness.

They struggled with their beliefs and ideals, and their morale was perhaps only higher than that of the Romans. Of course, that was in the early days of Napoleon's leadership, when the enthusiasm for the Revolution had not faded.

I asked with a panicked look on my face: "Is it the main force?"

"It's not clear yet, but so far we've only found people from the Fifth Spartan Legion!"

"What!!!" The two battalion-level commanders from the Fifth Spartan Legion were shocked.

Why is the Fifth Spartan Legion here?

Are you kidding me? The good impression the people of the Fifth Spartan Legion left on me made me subconsciously think that a defeat would never happen to them. It seems that I took it too much for granted.

"The Fifth Spartan Legion was routed? This is impossible!"

The battalion commander from the Fifth Spartan Legion said excitedly: "There must be another reason for this!"

The appearance of Hippias, the commander of this legion, appeared in my mind, and I said seriously to the surroundings: "The situation is not as serious as imagined. Only a small number of defeated troops does not mean anything. Listen to the sound of the cannon. Fifth

The Spartan legions are still fighting."

"What should we do now?"

Yeah, what to do now?

Someone suggested: "Why don't we hide our tracks until we get close to the Russians and then launch a sneak attack?"

"No, if both sides are evenly matched, our appearance may turn the tide of the war, but now we are at a disadvantage! Also, don't forget, Russia's hand-to-hand combat is very powerful. We only have three thousand people. Once we make a surprise attack, we think we must fight against Russia.

Hand-to-hand combat broke out!" The appearance of the defeated troops shows that the Russians have taken control of the battle and are not evenly matched. So in this situation where the morale of the Russian army is high, if I rush in with the little force under my hand, in addition to adding more energy to the Russians,

It's a little troublesome, probably just because Mao Zi increased the number of enemies he killed.

"Let's retreat before the Russians discover us!" said the leader recommended by our Polish Hussars.

Want to run away?

"I said, don't forget, we are very close to Ulyanovka. The Russians defeated us. Do you think they will let go of the villages and towns in the south? You know, they are short of food!" I sneered.

He looked at the expressions of the Poles changing greatly.

"Then what should we do? It's impossible to survive a fight, but we can escape..." A Polish man shut his mouth in response to the fierce looks around him.

I had a flash of inspiration and asked: "The deserters were not pursued?"

The sentry who was asked frowned and recalled, and confirmed: "Yes! But not many!"

After hearing this information, I calmed down. How to put it? To use a best description, "I smell the smell of victory!"

"ah?"

All the battalion officers looked at me with sincere eyes. Those eyes meant why I was so awesome!

"Please command and give the order!"

"You just trust me so much?" I asked.

All the camp officers looked at each other and nodded.

Although I am so trusted by others, I am actually still beating the drum and hesitating, because I have two options: one, using the lives of the Romans who are still fighting as a stepping stone. If everything goes perfectly, I will be able to completely defeat that enemy.

Army, but it will undoubtedly push the Fifth Spartan Legion and his legion commander into the abyss. But what is the difference between running away from us and ignoring them!

another….

I decided, stood up, put on my gloves and said: "Poles! Listen."

"exist!"

"Search for branches around, wrap them in cloth, and drag them behind the horses! I'll give you thirty minutes! Within thirty minutes, I want to see all your horses tied up, and then divided into two teams.

One team will follow at the end of the team! I have my own orders for the other team."

"Yes." "Yes." "No problem." The Polish responded in confusion.

"Atalandi Cavalry Battalion!"

"exist!"

"Put on your breastplates! You will be the first in the battle order, trot ahead to clear the way! Remember, blow the battle horn while running!"

"It is an honor to serve Rome!"

"You." I said, looking at the two battalion commanders of the Chasseurs, "divide into two groups. You are responsible for advancing rapidly. It is best to go around behind the Russians, but remember, I am not asking you to really rush in.

The Russian camp! I just want you to pretend that we are going to eat them! Run as far as you can. If the Russians stop advancing or retreat, follow them at a safe distance! You and your men

People are following around the brigade, and when they see the Russians, don’t spare their ammunition and shoot at them to scare them.”

"As for you, take the infantry, unload the goods from the carriage, then line up in a column of six people wide, and run behind the cavalry! Do you understand?"

"It is an honor to serve Rome!"

I went back and put on my breastplate, and told Assassin and the female literary youth about the situation, and asked Assassin to take good care of the female literary youth, lest a Prussian heir hang up in the Roman army. I waited anxiously for another half an hour, and everyone

The army formation is completed.

Opening the pocket watch, the time was around 12:20 noon. The report received from the sentinel was around 11:35. We wasted almost 20 minutes. I don’t know what the situation is like ahead. In order not to

Let the enemy notice something strange, so I withdrew my scouts.

In the distance, the dull rumbling sound of artillery continues, but the frequency is getting less and less, and we can't wait any longer!

I took a deep breath and gave the trumpeter of the Atalandi Cavalry Battalion an order that exposed the whole army: "Blow the assembly horn and the attack horn!"

The long horn sounded in this valley, startling many birds that lived in the woods not far from us.

"Roman!"

"exist!!!"
To be continued...