Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 270: The Message of Vericulo

Claude no longer cares who the next two Knight Medal winners are. At the end of the ceremony of General Priest's seal of arms, Prince Hansburg announced the start of the prom, the band played a joyful song, and when the young officers who participated in this celebration began to talk to the beautiful women he liked, he found Verricolo, and the two men found an unmanned corner and began to describe the situation after each other...

Verricolo said he wrote several letters to Claude, but Claude only received one when he was in the Blue Feather Regiment, and then the outbreak of war troops were on the front line, the address was constantly changing, and the letter sent to the Blue Feather Regiment later could not be received. Instead, he returned two letters, which stated that he had not been found. He's always worried about what happened to Claude...

This is the obvious result, because Claude's treatment facility guard squadron was no longer in the Blue Feathers regiment, became a guard squadron at the entrance to the Odin Mountains in Amis City, and was then redeployed to the new guerrilla camp of the Grand Prince. The rear military postal service had no intention of investigating, and if Claude hadn't written a letter to the family indicating his new unit, perhaps he wouldn't have received a letter from the family at the marching camp.

Verricolo said that after his family moved to Wangdu, his father was introduced by a friend as an escort to the Count, and he entered his father's old army, the Guardianship Regiment 212, and became a recruit. Unlike Claude, who was bullied by veterans in the Blue Feathers Regiment, Villicro had a smooth journey and had no difficulty, even after his recruit training ended, because he was a close guard to the leader of the 212 Regiment where he was.

As the captain of the regiment, this allowed Villicro to avoid the fate of the cannon ashes that went to the front line to fight, but the gold always glowed. Later, the 212 regiment was ordered to take over a castle on a defensive front in the Principality of Rimodra. It failed three or four times, and several enemy soldiers peed down their pants over the castle and shouted. The leader was so angry in the back that he asked who had the means to strike down the enemy's arrogance...

Because of the dangerous terrain, the defensive army's attack artillery could not be pushed up, and the light infantry artillery was powerless against the castle, while being suppressed by the enemy's defensive artillery on the castle. The barricaded soldiers were unable to approach the castle, and the enemy closed the attack route with four shotguns. The 100-metre square circle was the enemy's range of fire suppression.

Verricolo said he was brainless and went up with a gun, about 200 meters from the castle, looking for a cover, pointing a gun at him, five shooting at three enemies screaming at him over the castle, so that the rest of them would never show up again. The more confident Verricolo was, the more he drove alone for more than 50 meters, a gun blocked the front of the castle, and as long as the enemy showed his face, he could have shot him.

For the enemies of the castle guards, Verricolo became a problem of their own, the shotguns were not long enough to shoot this guy with the cold guns down there. And it's impossible to target live ammunition with artillery, and it's not close enough to launch angle. There's nothing we can do about Verricolo. As for the precise shooting of the guns, the same is not enough range, combined with Verricolo's cover, they can only be in a passive position to be hit, and if they don't pay attention slightly, they are in great danger of being hit in the body area.

Precisely because a man in Villicro suppressed the enemy in front of the castle with a gun, and the sky was dark, the leader of the 212th Regiment sent troops to condemn him, commanding soldiers to approach the castle, using gunpowder buckets to blow up the corner of the castle, storming into the castle to destroy the enemy of the guard and seize this defensive point. After the war, Véricolo was promoted directly to sergeant, two ranks in the company.

Since then, Véricolo has become famous, and most of the Guardians know that there is a shooter in the 212th Regiment. In the ensuing offensive, Villicro became more prominent, and every time the current offensive was blocked, Villicro was sent to the front line to shoot the enemy's artillery crew and commanding officers, and then when the enemy panicked and panicked, the soldiers behind him launched an attack, easily taking up the enemy's defensive position. As the fighting progressed, so did the ranks of Villicro, who is now, like Claude, a captain officer of the Guardian Corps.

Claude, it's strange that the precise target of the Obash Trio is within 100 meters, and over 100 meters, and the gun drifts, and even if he's around 120 meters, it's only 50 percent chance of hitting the target. It depends on luck. How did Velikoro hit the enemy at a distance of 150 to 200 metres or more?

Verricolo said he didn't know, but every time he pointed a gun at a shot, he felt something in his mind, as if this shot was going to go a little further, adjusted slightly, basically two shots could hit an enemy. Combined with better night vision, whenever dusk, darkness and night arrive, it's the perfect moment for him to aim. At that time, as long as the enemy appeared in his range of fire, he could barely escape...

Perhaps that's Verricolo's shooting talent. Claude could only lament, remembering that when he was sixteen years old and his friends ventured out to Bailuzhou, ambushing at night on the beach, in the dark with a faint starlight, Velikro shot a mountain deer in the head with his old Gali III, which had been eliminated. From then on, it can be seen that Vericulo has incorporated his shooting talent into his body's instincts. He's a natural shooter.

Claude and Verricolo gave an account of their recent situation, and then they both remembered and missed their beautiful teenage years together. At this point, Verricolo remembered something, his face darkened, he wrote down several names, Claude sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember who.

Verricolo said they were all junior high school students and graduates of physical science, who were recruited into battle this time. It's just that they're in a second-line regiment, a local regiment in three southwestern counties. Once on the front line, all three second-line regiments were assigned to the Guardian Regiment, attacking the defence front of the Principality of Rimodra together.

These students are unlucky and have died in battle on the sand. Verikoro met Shayekov once in a while when he was visiting wounded comrades at a treatment facility in the rear.

Shayekov? Claude had an image of a little fat guy in his head, who seemed to be one of his classmates, a gymnast, ranked downstream in school. The main reason why I remember him is because his family owns a bakery in town, and honey white bread is the best thing they make at home. Also, in gynecology class, this little fat guy was often arranged to be his own rehearser, and every time he saw his frowning face, Claude wanted to laugh.

“What happened to him? Where did he get hurt?” Claude asked.

Vericulo hesitated, but sighed and said, "Maybe it's a good thing for him, he can finally go back to the bakery. He lost a leg on the battlefield and his left foot was taken by shells. Good thing he stopped the bleeding in time and saved his life...”

“Injured in line of attack? ”

Villicro nodded: "Yes, the second-line regiment is basically still using the old method of warfare, forming squares to attack enemy defensive positions. In fact, the enemy is basically not going to fight us right now, and it's all turtles in defense facilities. The queue attack is obsolete, and every time I see soldiers squared into enemy positions, I think about the herds of cattle and sheep being driven into the slaughterhouse, and the casualties are too great.

If the Guardian Corps hadn't been heavily equipped with the Obash III, using precise targeting to suppress the enemy and launch an offensive to mitigate casualties, it might have been the same as those second-line regiments. Lost his power a long time ago. When we first attacked the Principality of Limodela, the defense corps suffered a lot of casualties. Fortunately, the notification above changed the method of warfare in a timely manner, and it is strictly forbidden to arrange another squared attack, which finally gives us room to persevere until now... ”

This is an era of military change, both on the enemy's side and on its own. Claude thought it was likely that the battle against Wilfgang had touched Prince Hansburg, which ordered that the attack should not be carried out using the old method of warfare and in a squared formation against the enemy. Because even if you take enemy positions, the cost of casualties on your side is too great. Maybe it won't be long before the kingdom runs out of extra offensive power.

It is said that the two countries fought at the earliest opportunity to win or lose by means of a congressional war. But after the outbreak of war between the kingdoms of Ovieras and AOSIS, the AOSIS five did not intend to fight the kingdoms in the General Assembly and in the field from the beginning until now, but rather tried to defend the kingdoms with a deep defensive front against the attacks of the Royal Army, delaying the time and consuming troops and materials to achieve a more satisfactory war outcome. This is because it is clear to all the top five members of the Anti-Olympic Alliance that the army of the Kingdom of Ovieras is invincible in every country in the eastern part of the continent.

After more than three years of war, neither side now has a plan to wage a war in the General Assembly. Instead, each side is involved in a strategy of offense and defense, penetration and detour. In spite of the intransigent defense and resistance of the anti-Olympic countries, the initiative of war remains firmly in the hands of the Kingdom of Ovilas. The demise of the Duchy of Eskirin is imminent, and the hundreds of thousands of anti-Olympic allies assembled in the Principality of Rimodra are not well off.

“I met Boa.” Verricolo told Claude another unexpected news.

“Is he all right?” Claude was surprised.

Verricolo laughed, “He's fine, like he's gaining weight. His Banguillian guard battalion also arrived in the Principality of Siddins with three second-line regiments from three southwestern counties, although the guard battalion was responsible for the rear's guard duties and did not need to be on the front line. I ran into him last August in Fort Ivana, and this guy took a couple of people shopping, and the rank was already sergeant. According to his own account, he was very fragrant in the security camp. He was responsible for all the logistics in the camp. The former logistics chief, Lieutenant Conrad, was old and in poor health. When he arrived in Fort Avenas, the water and soil could not sleep, and the matter was left to Boa. Then he wandered the streets just to see what kind of money making business he could do...”

“Is he still stationed in Fort Ivana?” Claude laughed and looked everywhere for money to buy and sell. It was Bok Al's habit to come. He should be doing well in the guard camp, otherwise there wouldn't be so much leisure time on the street.

“I don't know, maybe he was transferred somewhere else.” Villicro shook his head: "After entering the Principality of Rimodra, we did not come down to rest and remained on the front line. I asked Boa and I to write to me when we were separated, but this guy never sent me a letter. ”

Claude also laughed bitterly. He had to comfort Verricolo, either by changing his manned territory, or things were too busy. Bok Al stayed in the security battalion in charge of logistics affairs. It was safer than both of them on the front line, there was no need to worry about his safety...

“Hey, guys?” A young officer with the captain's badge, like Claude and Villicro, came before the two men, wearing a purple gold band, equally oblique, with a golden knight's medal on it.

“Hello, Captain Mentusk, this is my good friend, Captain Claude.” Villicro introduced the captain, both of whom were members of the Prohibition Corps. At best, unlike Velikoro, who killed his enemy, Captain Mentusk, using the principle of a stone thrower, created simple throwing poles, threw gunpowder barrels at enemy defensive installations and exploded, seizing four enemy defensive positions within a day and capturing a large number of undefeated enemies, thus winning the Knight's Medal.

Claude reached out kindly and grasped him, all captains of the same rank, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and at this time on the dance floor, there was no need to perform any military ceremonies.

“Hello again, hiding in this corner to chat. It's filled with school officials, it's really embarrassing, everyone has to salute first.” Captain Mentusk laughed with regret and gave himself a reason to come and have a good time.

Another Knight's Medal recipient, a lieutenant of the Blue Feather Regiment, is said to have defended his position against the attack by two enemy divisions, leaving him with only one official officer in the end. Even the commanders and officers of the Logistics Department took defensive positions and died in the battle in the sand. The officer persisted in his resistance, commanding more than a hundred remaining soldiers to remain steadfast, and finally waited for reinforcements. As a result, he was promoted to captain and was awarded the Knight's Medal, but since his injuries had not yet recovered, he left early after the prom began.

So Captain Mentusk wandered around in the hall a little bored, and if he wasn't wearing a purple gold medal and a knight's medal on his chest, he probably would have been called away as a lieutenant officer serving next to him. I couldn't help but come to Claude and Verricolo and join the conversation.

Claude turned to the venue and found Lieutenant Colonel Ledfunk chatting with a sophisticated woman in the distance. So he turned around and suggested, why don't we go back to camp? I bought myself a box of good wine yesterday in the city, went back to get some food, and talked about it in the camp for a good night. I'm not going home drunk.

The proposal was endorsed by Captains Villicro and Mentasque, and the three men went to the door.