Please Sink In Happiness

Chapter 201 Raid on Grouchy Base Camp

Equality does not exist, neither in the past nor in the future, because there are far more people in this world who desire inequality than equality.

Some people are born with a mission to rule over others.

And some people are born with a mission to be ruled by others.

Grouchy, who was born in the Northern Counties, is such a nobleman who has been entrusted with the mission of ruling others since he was a child.

At first, he also longed for true chivalry, and thought those knights who fought on the battlefield and sympathized were cool.

He did work hard in the direction of chivalry at the beginning, hoping that he could benefit one party and leave his name in the history.

But later he found out that chivalry was just a hoax. The real knights died in front of him one after another, but the lingering villains survived. After the victory, the knights who used the bodies of their comrades to block the sword became the saints praised by others. , Those officials who embezzled public funds to donate to the battlefield have also been promoted to varying degrees, while many people who really bleed have gotten nothing, which is extremely ironic.

In the Law of Survival, kindness seems to be just an inducement that leads people to tragedy, and the kindness that leads to a hospitable death is only a survivor's deviation in Grouchy's eyes.

Moreover, Grouchy also discovered that the saints who were praised were actually more or less contaminated with some dirty things. They were not so noble, but they were deeply loved by the people.

How stupid.

For example, the Duke of Machiavelli, people say that he is great, and his good deeds spread all over the country and even the whole continent, but Grouchy, who is a high-level conservative of the nobles, knows very well that the so-called good deeds and greatness of Duke Machiavelli are not pure, he is A complete hypocrite, his kindness and compassion will only be shown where others see it, and where no one knows, he will also show a devilish cruel and ruthless sneer.

Accustomed to hypocrisy and familiar with officialdom, Grouchy lowered his demands on himself and realized that he did not want to be an upright person that much.

He only wants to be in the right order, and the fallen can live more safely, but the fall must also have the bottom line of the fall. No matter what, Grouchy will not become a hypocrite. He wants to be a real butcher, no Deliberately cover up his ugliness, keep climbing upwards, and become a person closer to the central power.

As a result, he became an admiral and was deeply appreciated by the upper echelons.

Because there are too many saints, the kingdom needs an executioner who doesn't mind getting dirty.

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"Admiral Grouchy, I think it's better to withdraw the troops." The colonel, who was also from a noble family, said, "If we continue, the soldiers will really starve to death."

However, Grouchy again refused the colonel's request:

"Our army is far stronger than the enemy's. Once we give up our positions, all our previous efforts will be lost."

The most important thing is that Grouchy does not want to retreat, and retreating will give political enemies an excuse to attack him. He believes that as long as this war is won, he will definitely be promoted to marshal.

However, for Grouchy, promotion does not mean that he wants to do some great achievements or carry out a drastic military reform. Now Grouchy just wants to be promoted and become more important in this country. That's it.

If he had to say his most essential selfishness, it would be nothing more than that after countless years, the descendants of the Grouchy family heard that there was a man named Manl Grouchy who was the marshal of this country.

After becoming a marshal, Grouchy will still only open the way for the children of the nobles and cut off the space for the promotion of the commoners as now, so as to increase his influence in the conservative faction of the nobles.

Grouchy glanced at the map. The dense blue dots represented the positions where the troops were stationed. In the past few days, those cannon fodder troops placed in conspicuous positions to lure the enemy to attack have not exchanged fire with the enemy, and the enemy has only launched a surprise attack. , that time killed the White Cross Magician Group, and there was no movement after that.

Now, Grouchy can't figure out whether the enemy's commander is conservative or radical. If he is conservative, he should not attack the White Cross Mage Corps. If he is radical, why should he attack the cannon fodder army that is out of food? Turn a blind eye?

"Admiral Grouchy, shouldn't the enemy really have information about our army?" said the colonel standing beside Grouchy, "Let's just withdraw, or I'm worried..."

"The army cannot be withdrawn, and the position that our army is holding cannot be handed over to others."

Grouchy was still extremely stubborn.

"But I'm worried that even you will be in danger. It's better to shrink your troops. I feel that the troops around you are too few. Once the enemy leads the elite to launch a surprise attack on us, we may be in a hard fight."

"They don't have the guts. Even if they dare to launch a surprise attack on our army, I'm sure to defeat them head-on."

The troops stationed in Grouchy's base camp are all private corps from his territory, and their combat effectiveness is extremely strong.

In addition, Grouchy is even more proficient in the command of the line phalanx, and Grouchy himself is also a very powerful magician, so he is not worried about the enemy launching a surprise attack.

As long as the enemy is held back, reinforcements can be obtained, and then a counter-encirclement of the enemy can be implemented.

Therefore, in Grouchy's eyes, it is almost impossible for the enemy to surprise his base camp.

Unless the enemy is crazy.

"Why do you feel a little hot?"

Another colonel standing in front of the conference table suddenly wiped his sweat with his hands, and Grouchy also clearly felt that the temperature was rising, and a burning sensation spread throughout the barracks.

"Looks like the enemy is crazy."

There was no emotional fluctuation on Grushi's face, and then he pulled out the magic saber. The sapphire on the sword exuded a dazzling light. Before the flame magic of the enemy magician was about to sweep through Grushy's base camp, use water. The elements instantly create a wall of water.

Loud military boots ran over the ground, drummers beat the marching drums, cavalry and magicians stood on either side of the line, and the flying tricolor flag represented them as the army of the Federation of Fars.

The orderly formation shows that the officers of the enemy army also have good military literacy, and the commander of the opponent should be a noble of the Fars Federation.

Holding up the magic saber, the light condensed on the tip of the sword.

The soldiers stationed at the Grouchy Base Camp immediately took a corresponding formation to confront them.

Behind Grouchy, the group of knights in black armor were invulnerable to bullets, and bullets could not penetrate their armor. They were Grouchy's killer to break up the enemy formation. In addition, there were eighty people. A group of magicians, capable of dealing with magic of any attribute.

"Although it's a bit rude to ask this, I still want to ask you, do you have any brains?"

Grouchy, who was riding a white horse, walked slowly from the formation to the front. The white-haired young man in the enemy army seemed to be stunned for a moment. In his impression, Grouchy should be the kind of existence who hides behind the army and is timid. Yes, but when I actually saw Grushi, I found that there was no fear in the arrogant face, and the eyes did not look like human eyes, and it felt as if they were looking at a skeleton.

It was this man who looked like a skeleton who slaughtered civilians, an unforgivable sin.

Since it's a skeleton, it's time to go back to hell.

The white-haired youth looked extremely indignant, and said with gritted teeth:

"Grushi, you slaughtered the defenseless people of our country, and today I will make you pay for it!"

Chapter 202 Fars' Rifle Infantry

"Pay the price?"

Grouchy, who had never had a smile on his face, suddenly grinned and laughed like a skeleton. It was a disdainful smile from his heart.

"There is no price in this world. Do you think that killing the defenseless people will pay the price? Doing something that is defined as evil by universal values ​​will lead to destruction? You are wrong! You are not a god, and you cannot represent fate, what you said The price to pay is nothing but self-indulgence!"

Grouchy believed in religion, and devoutly believed that the goddess had saved thousands of people from **** in the past, but if he wanted to talk about fate, he really didn't believe it at all.

Good people sometimes have good rewards, but Grouchy, who has been in the army for many years, found that more good people paid the price with their lives because of their kindness, including a friend who sacrificed his life to protect him.

The wicked sometimes have bad retribution, but in the Kingdom of Shengluer, the people who live most comfortably are precisely those wicked people defined by secular values. They hold the power of the country and cannot be overthrown by anyone.

In this world, only the strong self-improvement is the foundation of survival. As for the so-called fatalism, it is just a lie fabricated by the weak worried about being swallowed by the strong.

Moreover, the strong have no obligation to sympathize with the weak.

The white-haired young man in front of him who should look like a noble is just a stinky child, full of enthusiasm, just like the eldest lady of the Lianqing family and his past self, which is disgusting. Grouchy hates justice, and even hates self-promotion. Justice, he just wants to keep climbing up, to a place where no one can threaten him and overlook all the living beings below.

A arrogant and ferocious expression appeared on Grushi's face, and he pointed at the white-haired youth and the army behind the white-haired youth with a magic saber:

"Let them see the capabilities of the No. 1 Army Power in Xizhou!"

Under the command of Grouchy, the troops behind him immediately began to mobilize under the command of Grouchy.

Infantrymen standing in the last row with flintlock guns rushed forward and lined up in two columns, spreading the shooting area as much as possible to maximize firepower output.

The heads of one after another moved regularly, like an art performance in the opera house. For Grouchy, this was a kind of entertainment.

Grouchy prefers phalanxes to skirmishers.

Not only because of various factors such as combat efficiency and command, the most important thing is that the square formation can show the authority of the nobles, and whenever the soldiers step forward shoulder to shoulder, they have been virtually blocked. They would not be able to escape immediately, disrupt the phalanx to escape without authorization, or they would be shot by their comrades in the back row, or they would become a living target for the enemy.

When blood splatters, Grouchy feels excited whether the enemy bleeds or his own bleeds.

The mighty army was advancing towards the army of the Fars Federation.

In order to maximize the hit rate, the soldiers in the phalanx must stand at a distance of 150 meters from the enemy and shoot at the legs, so that the strong recoil can just hit the upper body.

Enjoying the feeling of dominating other people's life and death, Grouchy's eyes shone with a ray of light. Almost every general is an excellent gambler. Maybe after the defeat, Grouchy will die, but Grouchy is not afraid, nor will he. Reject the tension of life hanging by a thread.

He would like to thank his opponents, thanks to them, he was able to command a battle on a dangerous battlefield after a long absence.

"You too."

Glancing at the colonels on the left and right, they immediately understood.

One of them is Grouchy's personal magic advisor, and the other is a knight loyal to the Grouchy family. They hold elite troops. The magician is behind the infantry phalanx, singing magic, and the knight is preparing to charge the enemy from the flank. Army formation.

"Stupid young man, how are you going to fight against the First Army of Western Continent?"

Looking at the white-haired young man in front of him, Grouchy's expression became more and more gloomy.

Even if the white-haired young man was from a nobleman, Grouchy didn't want to be merciful. He broke into his own headquarters, which was equivalent to offending the dignity of the nobleman.

Even if it cannot be defeated head-on, as long as it is delayed long enough, the enemy will be defeated sooner or later.

"His Royal Highness, everything is ready." Several neatly dressed officers stood straight in front of the white-haired youth.

"Okay, let the old face of Grouchy understand what horror is..."

All of a sudden, the Fars Federal State Musketeer Team, which had been using very backwards, suddenly threw away the flintlock guns in their hands, and raised their rifled rifles in unison.

This is a technology only possessed by the Eastern Continent Empire, and at this moment, it is actually held in the hands of the soldiers of the Fars Federation, and the bright muzzle is aimed at the bodies of the soldiers of the Shengluer Kingdom.

Simply incredible.

Grouchy's expression fell into sluggishness for a moment. He didn't understand why a mere small person would have a rifled gun? Could it be that the Eastern Continent Empire has formed an alliance with them? I remember that when the Dongzhou Empire sold the rifled gun technology at the auction, all countries could not afford the astronomical sum, so they could only leave the venue sadly.

Why did the Fars Federation Congress, which is far smaller than the Shengluer Kingdom, take out the rifled rifle so grandly?

Wearing a white officer uniform, the head of the Fars Federation State held high the tricolor flag, and then waved it gently.

"Fire!"

The Fars Federal State, which stood outside the range of the flintlock gun, started the first round of shooting. Smoke filled the battlefield, and countless bullets were fired from the barrel, like the wrath of God.

After a round of salvos, four or five hundred soldiers and three officers from superior backgrounds in Shengluer Kingdom were hit by bullets and died tragically on the battlefield.

The tragic thing is that some soldiers covered in blood did not die immediately, but wailed and cursed in pain on the ground. The screams sounded incomparably infiltrating, as if they came from hell.

The soldiers in the second row became the first row. Several soldiers trembled in their legs because of fear, and some of them had already turned around and tried to escape.

-boom!

The bullet pierced the back of the fleeing soldier's head.

The supervising team is always there, and their task is to prevent the soldiers from escaping.

However, the effective range of the enemy is 300 meters visually, while the effective range of the flintlock infantry of the Shengluer Kingdom is only 150 meters, and the remaining distance is still far away. An attack is tantamount to a death march.

However, Grouchy still did not order to stop the march.

Why should you give up troops that are several times the enemy's strength?

As long as you sacrifice enough human lives, you can exchange for the victory of the war and the rank of marshal. This transaction is really cost-effective.

Moreover, Grouchy heard that someone called the white-haired youth of the enemy as His Royal Highness, and as expected, it should be Prince Sinan.

If you catch Prince Sinan, it will be a great achievement.

"Keep going!"

Stamping on the bodies of friendly soldiers, soldiers who did not die immediately were trampled to death as they should, and the soldiers who were advancing dragged the viscera of the fallen soldiers under their feet. As Grouchy's private army, they also Grouchy regards life as a mustard.

At the same time, the knights under Grouchy had already rushed out from the flank, approaching the flank of the Fars Federal State. Grouchy was sure that his knights could turn the tide of the battle in an instant and overwhelm the enemy's infantry, magic The teachers are also chanting, this war may have some small disadvantages, but the final victory will belong to Manl Grouchy.

At least at this moment, Admiral Grouchy thought so, but he didn't notice Prince Sinan's cold smile.

Chapter 203 Lose or Win?

In the end, why did the Faers Eastern Front Army led by Prince Sinan be equipped with rifled guns whose performance far surpassed that of contemporary firearms?

This goes back three days.

Grouchy had just released Major General Leclerc, and Prince Sinan had been thinking about how to win.

At this moment, a man with the name of the Chamber of Commerce to which Baron Cain belonged came to Prince Sinan's barracks. That man was a full-fledged businessman in both expression and temperament.

"Take a look, take a look! You can't buy it at a disadvantage, you can't be fooled by it. Made by Dongzhou Empire, one-year refund, three-year warranty, and a good rifle!"

Such a cry naturally attracted the attention of Prince Sinan.

There was an auction in the entire Xizhou Continent. The Dongzhou Empire planned to sell the production map of the rifled gun. However, the production map at that price made all countries discouraged, because at that time, the countries had just finished the encirclement of the anti-Shengluer Kingdom. In the war of the net, under the command of Louis XIII, both the Shengluer Kingdom, the ancient enemies of the Shengluer Kingdom, the Azure Empire and the North Sea Parliamentary Kingdom, were severely damaged.

And those small countries that have escaped the war can't afford the astronomical sum, the Merchant Republic of Weiss in the south can't afford it, the Pyrenees country surrounded by mountains can't even think about it, the Fars Federal State As a small country, of course, I have only experienced eye addiction.

However, everyone knows that obtaining a rifled gun means obtaining an army far exceeding the combat effectiveness of the contemporary era. Although the rifled gun is still not comparable to the top magician group, the magician is only a rare existence after all.

"who are you?"