Orc Tyrant

In the second week of arriving at Cardillon, the First Independent Division moved to Mud Town, where he spent the rest of the spring, gambling under the warm sun, or spending time with other things.

Some people took guns to hunt in the wild, others expropriated local livestock and raced in the flying dust.

Nizhen is the name they gave. According to the official records, this place is called Yongquan Town, and the locals call it Dirty Town, which seems to be the same to the soldiers in Marseille State.

This scattered town is located in a basin in the southern part of the capital. There is a quagmire near it. It is said that there used to be hot springs there, but now only disgusting yellow mud remains.

The townsfolk complained that the beautiful hot spring disappeared because of the appearance of Oak, but there are also rumors that it was like this twenty years ago.

No one cares.

The local chief executive sent people a lot of wine and a lot of meat and animals to comfort this army from afar.

They gambled, played tennis, swam in the warm blue pools below the cliffs, and used various entertainment methods to soothe their fatigue.

They are one of the only two independent divisions in the Western Theater, but they have not been entrusted with important tasks in the upcoming large-scale operations.

Maybe it has something to do with their chief, that straight and stubborn man.

"I still don't understand who gave the old wild boar confidence."

Louis Mountbatten was sitting in the shade under the eaves with a cigarette in his mouth. His wounded hand had healed, and the field surgeon cleaned up the wound, although he kept stressing that it was just a small problem.

He complained every day, complained about the decision of the theater command, complained about the combat meeting, and his own chief.

There are rumors that the war is about to end, and they will soon move to another place, closer to the front line, or a position more suitable for their strengthening division.

Mountbatten knew this was not a rumor, but it was not entirely true.

He knew the condition of his troops well, and the boys sighed.

The Republic pursues the Continental Army mentality. One reorganized division governs 2 infantry brigades, and each brigade governs 2 infantry regiments and 1 machine gun battalion. Each infantry regiment governs 3 infantry battalions and 1 machine gun company. Each infantry battalion is divided into 4 companies. Each company contains 6 officers and 250 soldiers. Usually an infantry regiment has 112 officers and 3720 soldiers.

There is also a field artillery brigade under it, governing two light artillery regiments and one heavy artillery regiment, each with 24 artillery.

In addition, the division belongs to the engineer regiment, the division belongs to the machine gun battalion, the communication battalion, the witchcraft battalion, etc., a full New California Republic Army division should have 979 officers, 27082 soldiers, 72 artillery pieces, and 260 machine guns.

Compared with other infantry divisions, the second independent division has one more brigade, not to mention, the machine gun configuration has reached 310, the number of guns is as many as 108, and the division has 33,634 people. It can be called the fist of the entire western theater. In the fist.

But now, it has been placed in a position that does not seem to be that important.

Even as a division commander, he can only sit with Dimitsch, a major born in Krian County and a fellow villager, under the eaves of the barracks.

"I have been dreaming lately."

Smashing his tongue, he took a deep breath, and then began to spit out various shapes of eye circles.

"I heard a poem in my dream."

Demitsch was holding a clay pot and pouring wine into the glass, and when he heard this, he smiled and put down the glass.

"Oh? A poem? It doesn't look like yours."

Louis Mountbatten's nickname is the Bulldog, which also clearly shows his personality and way of being. This brawny man with a hamstring and shaved head is more like a gunner than a gunner. A senior commander.

"Let me tell you something, how about it?"

"That means you still remember?"

"Don't you remember every word in your dream?"

Demeter thought for a while, smiled and shook his head.

"Never remember."

"interesting."

Mountbatten put down the unburned smoke in his hand.

"That poem?"

Dimitsch asked, leaning on the recliner, sipping his own wine.

"Well, that's what I said..."

Mountbatten cleared his throat and said slowly:

Those dirty and ugly goblins,

To tear you into scattered pieces,

The soul around the naked man,

Will keep you safe as written in the holy book.

After speaking, Mountbatten laughed.

Demeter looked at him weirdly.

"I remember this,"

He said so.

"you remember?"

Mountbatten asked with a smile.

"Really? But you didn't say that before."

"My grandma used to sing this to me when I was young. She called this a song of a lunatic, and there are a few others, but I can't remember."

"Really? What does it say?"

"The ghost knows."

Then the two laughed together and attracted the attention of the guards, but he just took a look and resumed his duties.

On the flagpole not far away, their flag is gently waving in the breeze. There is a screaming skeleton painted on it. This is designed by Mountbatten himself, hoping to make death less serious, but many commands Officials thought it was too funny and too trivial.

By convention, their entire division is recruited from one state. This tradition can ensure the cohesion of the troops. After all, the New California Republic has not fought a large-scale battle for a long time, and even several theaters have just been formed. , The large-scale organizational framework is a challenge for all Republican officers.

They are now in the Western Theater of the Republic, which is also the largest theater of operations. The commander of the theater is the highly experienced General Marin Craig. He has led the Expeditionary Army to participate in several wars in the Old Continent, which is considered to be within the Republic. Senior commander with more experience, but that was also 20 years ago.

After a few more dry laughs, Mountbatten's face slowly turned gloomy.

"It's great, we still have a chance to read some crooked poems for fun."

"Sir, I won't ask you what the battle plan is, but I want to know why you are so worried? We have gathered 30 divisions and more than 500,000 troops in the vicinity of Cardillon. This is the largest since the establishment of the Republic. For a large-scale military operation, I believe that whether it is the Department of the Army, the General Staff, or the President, there will be a complete plan. They will face this battle with the utmost caution."

Demeter paused, then picked up the newspaper on the table.

"You see, in the past few weeks, the East Benedictine Empire defeated millions of Oukes with just one reinforcement army, and killed an Ouke warlord. They...maybe not as powerful as you thought."

"Do you believe this too?"

Mountbatten brought the newspaper over and patted the report on it with his hands, as well as the brave and heroic picture of General Yuhikin, who was full of medals on his chest and saluted.

The title above is very eye-catching: "The Flower of the Empire, on the top of the Birtville Mountain! 》

The subtitle is also quite explosive: "Slash the enemy chiefs, millions of mobs are wiped out! 》

"This is where the problem lies."

Mountbatten curled his lips and threw the newspaper back into Demithi's arms.

"Greenskins are so vulnerable. How did the Benedict Empire "win" all the way from Aswan to the Biltéville Mountains? As a result, it wiped out a million enemies each time, and then the whole army moved in."

"Why do you say that?"

Demeter asked curiously, and pulled Mountbatten's memory back to a few days ago.

The information revealed at that meeting made him feel a little shuddering now...