Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 383: Request of the Nikantha

In October 589, Major General Claude of the Kingdom, Supreme Commander of the Overseas Command Zone of the Overseas Territories of the Kingdom of Orvilas. The Honorary Baron of Han Field led part of the Thunder Division, joining the two main regiments of General Albert's Rock Division III, with a total of more than 20,000 troops attacking Vibator Colony County in the Kingdom of the Hicks to sweep the Front of Border Defense guarded by the Standing Army of Toffed in the Kingdom of the Hicks.

The Thunder Division, which is dominated by light cavalry, first used its powerful attack power to forcefully attack the important defensive positions defended by the enemy of the next battalion in less than half an hour, opening the way directly behind the Front of Border Defense. Immediately after that, with its flexible engine, the three main groups of the Tofid Standing Army, divided into reinforcements, were ambushed, night attacked, and the siege was divided, surrounding the enemy.

Claude's command forces then seized three enemy logistical supply positions and the Legion Command Centre, severed grain supplies from all enemy positions on the Front and forced 20 main battalions of the Tofid Standing Army on the Front to surrender. Claude's reputation was greatly boosted by the fact that 20,000 troops took the initiative to attack the enemy, a border defensive front defended by more than 60,000 troops of the Standing Army, and that fewer than 3,000 casualties killed the Tofid Standing Army, capturing more than 50,000 people.

The Standing Army of the Hicks Kingdom of Zocaya, which guards the port of Vibato, had intended to send a division of troops to reinforce it, but after learning of the fall of the Tofid Standing Army, it immediately retreated its strength, strictly guarding the port of Vibato and letting the Light Riders of the Thunder Division swerve outside the city, provoking and shouting...

On 20 November, Claude led two light cavalry regiments under the port of Vibato.

“Unfortunately, we don't have many projectiles left to carry, otherwise we can try to attack this port of Vibato.” General Albert laid down his precious monolithic telescope with a golden silk pattern and looked distantly at the walls of the city as if it were an enemy, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Hicks said with regret.

Claude shook his head: "Bomb throwing is not universal either, in fact we have a thousand more bomb throwing that won't take over the port of Vibato. Don't forget that the Kingdom of Hicks also has a sub-fleet of the Neptune fleet stationed at the harbour, and a large calibre long-distance gunner can completely seal off a small half of the harbour city. We do not carry heavy field artillery, which poses no threat to these warships. Without the means to expel these warships, we will not be able to capture the entire port of Vibato. ”

“I know I've been thinking too much, but we've arrived under Port Vibato now, and it's always frustrating not to attack. If we could take down this port of Vibato, the colonial war would be over. Perhaps we can honor our return to the kingdom and enjoy peace without having to stay here to continue this long war..." General Albert lamented.

“The end of this war is not whether we can take this port of Vibator, but whether the authorities and rulers of the Kingdom of Hicks have that confidence to continue this colonial war. It seems to me better not to capture this port of Vibato, but to destroy three legions of our enemies this time, so the Kingdom of Hicks has to bring in a few more. When they arrived, we came back to harvest a wave, and then not only did we have warfare, but we also had captivity and capture, just like killing pigs, fattening and killing..."

“Hahahahaha...” Claude's narrow words provoked the surrounding division officers to laugh, and the pedestrian pointed at the distance of kilometers from the city wall, arrogant to the point. It's just that the enemy guards on the walls of Port Vibato were blind, pretending not to see it, and nothing left the soldier angry and excited to open the gate to fight, leaving Claude and others to observe the defense of the walls.

“Well, go back, it looks like the enemy is determined to stay dead in Port Vibator City and we can't lure the enemy out. We arrived a little too late this time, and the enemy had already harvested a second batch of potatoes on more than 100,000 acres of land outside the city, but next time we could come in before the harvest and set fire to their fields and harvest so that they could continue to suffer from grain waste.” Claude looked out onto the endless farmland outside the port of Vibato and said.

“General, if you do this, then the Kingdom of Hicks will send troops back to Port Vibator, and they won't disperse, so how can we kill them as fat pigs?” A Lieutenant Colonel of the Rock Third Division asked.

Claude laughed: "If the Kingdom of Hicks transported a few more legions, staying in Port Vibato would place a heavy burden on their ocean transport capacity. Without the replenishment of these farmlands outside the city, the responsibility for replenishing the grain rests entirely on their Neptune fleet and joint fleet. As long as it lasts for a few years, both fleets will have to collapse.

So the high ranks of the Hicks' army will certainly not let the later legions sit in Port Vibato and eat the hills and skies, and they will force the troops to march. And as soon as these later troops leave the port of Vibato, they become blind, unfamiliar to life, and our light cavalry is perfectly capable of obscuring their battlefield reconnaissance vision. By then these later legions will be fish under our knives and forks, cut whatever you want... hahahaha... ”

In the evening, Claude cleared the papers in the ledger and was getting ready to wash up and sleep. The battalion is leaving tomorrow morning, this time leading the Thunder Division. Although the casualties are a little heavy, the three regiments that wiped out the enemy are already a great deal of speed. After returning to Amphiston, there will be a resupply of troops, integrated training, and consultations on the conversion of Commander Albert's Rock Division III to Thunder Division II, which will be reported to the Royal Army for approval. This is a lot of trouble.

At that time, Major Anders, a deputy officer, came in to report that the elders and chiefs of the rescued Nikantha had asked for Claude's reception.

The Nikanchas, who are still not fleeing, are still gathered close to the camp where they were forced to cultivate their fields. It seems that this nation is a little cheap. Being a slave is a habit that gives them freedom without knowing what to do. Being oppressed by the Kingdom of Hicks is just as deserving.

After Claude led the Thunder Division into Port Vibato Colony County in the Kingdom of the Hicks, he broke through the Border Defense Front, annihilated and forced down the enemy Tofid Standing Army. This was followed by a long drive straight into the city walls of Port Vibato, scaring the Zocaya Standing Army Regiment of the Hicks Kingdom of Port Vibato to shrink and defend itself from death. The Light Cavalry of the Thunder Division then swept across Port Vibato's colonial county, breaking down a farm forest, and a garrison site set up by the Kingdom of Hicks, freeing hundreds of thousands of Nikancas who had been oppressed as slaves.

Claude, of course, did not come here specifically to rescue the Nikans, which was just a smooth thing, and the Thunder Division officers and soldiers who had completed the task of taking over the garrisons were simply packing up guns, ammunition and valuable items, leaving those potatoes and other coarse food for the Nikans, while warning them to flee far away and not to be caught by the army of the Kingdom of Hicks again and become their slaves.

For the officers and soldiers of Claude and the Thunder Division, everything they have done has been benevolent to the Nikans, and while some look down on the Nikans, they will not be as prejudiced against them as the Kingdom of Hicks, who will be taken as slaves. So the Nikans were basically ignored, ignoring what they were doing together, even though the Nikans were gathering more and more on a farm not far from the camp, and the Thunder Division generals were still ignoring them.

Claude is a little wondered, what are these Nikantha elders and chiefs doing here so late? I didn't want to see them, but I thought about it later, and I just wanted to see what they wanted to do. Anyway, it's not just their own business.

As squadron leader of Claude's guard squadron, Big Gummy was responsible for bringing in two guards to bring in four Nikanchas, first searching their bodies and making sure they were okay before standing behind Claude. Deputy Anders and two guards stand in front of the ledge waiting for Claude's orders.

Three of the four Nikancas who came in were old and small, and the first of the three Nikancas, whose hair was all white, were estimated to be in their sixties. The second is younger, about forty or fifty years old, with an eight-word moustache, full of meat, and looks strong, which is rare among the hungry, thin and thin Nikancas, probably very high among the Nikancas, so they can still eat. The last figure was very thin, but the expression on his face was very calm and calm, making Claude reminiscent of the priests in charge of the temples.

Behind these three old Nikanchas is a man with a black linen robe all over his body and a mask, who looks like a woman. No wonder Big Gummy gave her an angry snort when she searched her body.

Four Nikancas bowed down to Claude, waved, sat them down, and let Deputy Anders serve them wine, which is the most basic courtesy of hospitality. For the Nikancas, wine is better than tea, and they prefer to drink rather than drink tea. But Claude was surprised that the old Nikantha, who seemed to have a very clever character, asked for tea, as did the woman beside him, who was dressed in a linen robe.

“What brings you to me so late?” Claude, open the door.

“My lord, we'd like to ask, are you leaving tomorrow?” The old Nikantha man with the white beard stood up and asked respectfully.

Claude nodded, nothing to hide. Today the entire battalion was packing their bags, and the Nikancas next to the barracks could easily draw conclusions.

“Yes, we're going to the camp tomorrow. What's your name?” Claude asked.

“Dear Sir, my name is Mali, and I was the elder of Mark's colony, but now that Mark's colony is gone, the despicable Hicks have destroyed our home.” The old man Nikantha bowed and replied.

“Well, Elder Mali, I sympathize with what happened to your colony. But why are you here tonight to ask if we're leaving camp tomorrow? ”

“Dear Sir, we, the poor lost Nikans, have a very humble request. Will you take us, the Nikans, to your kingdom colony tomorrow, and let us rebuild the shack there as your own home? We are willing to pay our labourers for this..." Old man Nikanca kneels before Claude.

Claude laughed dumbly, and that was simply impossible. The Overseas Territories now had too many Nikancas, who had long been a source of instability for the various Overseas Territories. Nearly all overseas governors or town chiefs want to drive troubled Nikancas elsewhere, leaving only the honest, hard-working Nikancas willing to bury themselves.

Before his departure, Sir Bennett told me that two members of the National Assembly of the Overseas Territories were joining forces to enact a law in the Overseas Territories, that only Nikan families employed in formal work would be allowed to stay in the town and that all inactive Nikans would be expelled from the Overseas Territories. According to the members of the National Assembly who initiated the proposal, the law would reduce the number of disciplinary crimes recorded by the Nikancas and bring about a peaceful life for the inhabitants of the towns.

Hundreds of thousands of Nikanths will be brought back to the overseas administration after they've eaten enough to be held hostage by the Hicks kingdom. It's pitiful, but it's none of your business. Do you still have to take responsibility for saving them yourself...

“It's impossible.” Claude refuses: “We, the Thunder Division, have freed you from a slave to a free man, but that does not mean that I must take full responsibility for your future. I've been wondering why we let you go, and instead of taking the opportunity to fly away, you gathered people next to our camp, so that's what you came up with?

I cannot take you back to the colonies of the kingdom. Instead, I expect you to pack your bags and hide in the mountains to the north. Because I'm pretty sure that when we leave, the Hicks Royal Army, which is shrinking in Port Vibato, will come out and hunt you down again. If you want to be slaves, you can stay here as long as you want. ”

The younger Nikantha stood up: "We will not be slaves, and I do not, in fact, endorse the idea put forward by the elders of Mali to go with you. I came to ask the Lord if he could spare us some guns and ammunition, and we would pick up weapons to resist the Hicks' capture of us..."

Claude was interested in measuring him: "Who are you and what's your name? ”

The Nikantha bowed down: “My lord, my name is Kuka, and I am the most powerful Nikantha on the West Coast. We have killed more than a hundred Hicks soldiers who entered our colony, but then they sent thousands of Hicks..."

“Do you know how to use a gun?” Claude asked.

“Of course, our colony bought more than 200 guns from those adventurers who had been exploring, or we wouldn't have killed so many Hicks soldiers.” The Nikantha, called Kuka, answered confidently.

“There's nothing wrong with giving you some guns and ammunition, but these are our seizures, what can you afford?” Claude asked with a smile.

“Sorry, my lord, the wealth of our Kumanly colony has been plundered by those despicable Hicks, but I am willing to trade my most precious treasures for your guns and ammunition.” Kuka said the woman in the linen robe next to her stood up and untied her clothes...

“This is the end of my little daughter's love and the Virgin of our divinity. I would like to dedicate her to the adult, to let her live in the life of serving the adult, just ask the adult to be nice to her..."

This is a 17- to eighteen-year-old Nikanca girl who is really very pretty and sexy. But Claude just swept her eyes and shook her head: "I don't need your daughter with me, and you don't need your precious daughter in exchange for musket ammunition. I have a proposition that you can consider, which is probably the best solution for you..."