Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 415: Garbage-like Defense

It took Claude twelve days to take McJackie's Thunder Battalion from Castle Wickham, even on a light ride, overnight, to the border between Amphiston and Mormary. However, the 1301 Thunder Regiment in Berklin, the 1302 Thunder Regiment in Muried and the 1303 Thunder Regiment in Diavid were all in place and arrived here in seven days after receiving a message from Claude's Hawk.

The three regiments confronted were the local coalitions of the three local guard regiments put together by Tirsim, Mormari and Arturas, each with an approximate strength of five or six thousand men in number, and they appeared to be more numerous than the three integrated Lentil regiments. At the same time, three trenches were dug along the border, relying on several hills and three barracks, and a very rudimentary defensive front was set up.

When Claude entered the battalion with McJackie's Thunder Battalion, he raised the flag of the Lord General, and the three ruling local coalitions knew this was coming, and sent an envoy to see him immediately. It was Berklin, Muriel and Diavid who had no idea why Claude had ordered them to bring their troops here.

The messenger was an old man, fifty or sixty years old, with a moustache and two green bean eyes that kept spinning, and seemed to be smart enough to defend himself. Indeed, after entering the Great Book, he began his performance by praising Claude for his good fight, bragging about Claude's great achievements in the Third Colonial War, then turning his tongue, expressing regret and regret that Claude had been deprived of the post of Supreme Commander of the theatre, and finally reminding Claude that the governors and governors of the three jurisdictions were willing to cooperate with Claude.

As long as Claude is willing to join the Governors of the three Direct Territories and the Governors in turning to Grand Prince Hansburg to swear allegiance to the Grand Prince, the Governors and Governors of the three Direct Territories are willing to join forces to sponsor Claude as the Supreme Commander of the theatre and to take control of the military regime of the theatre.

Claude smiled and listened to this messenger's old tongue glowing over the military and strategic advantages of Grand Prince Hansburg, describing the benefits of Claude's return to Grand Prince Hansburg with all kinds of painting cake-like promises. When he finally said he was tired of shutting his mouth and wanting to grab a cup of tea, Claude brought in a big gemmy, pointing to the old apostle: “Watch him, if he wants to talk, slap him. Remember, slap each word..."

“Yes, General.” Big Gummy immediately stood in front of the old messenger and stared at the old messenger's mouth with a blink of an eye.

Claude looked at Berklin et al.: "You don't know what I asked you to do with the troops, it's simple, give you half an hour to prepare, and then attack the opposite position. Those sons of bitches, the Governor and the Governor, imprisoned General Bolognick, who went to negotiate taxes and military expenses, coerced our battlefield into loyalty to the Grand Prince of Hansburg as they did.

Now, I order you to clear the garbage in front of me in three hours, and Monkenard Castle is under construction, and the silver mine next to it is very short of miners. So I'm glad there are so many idiots across the street who can't wait to dig, don't let a free labor run away, I'm sure these idiots will make the mining and business associations happy to help us increase our military spending... "

“Yes! General." Berklin et al., full of joy, prepared to wipe his hands off the books. They did not know why Claude had brought them here, but they dared not question the emergency order. When they arrived at the border, they were provoked and scolded by the coalition of the three territories across the street, holding their bellies for a long time.

They thought it was a field military drill or something. Besides, those three local guard regiments across the street were also part of the kingdom's local guard armies. They were barely their friendly armies, so they just restrained their soldiers from ignoring them and gave them another harsh lesson when the field military drill started. Anyway, they got used to hitting these stupid faces.

And they sent messengers from across the street to contact them frequently after setting up the camp, to understand their details, and they didn't care, because they thought it was friendly contact between the two sides before the field military exercises, so they also told the messenger that they had received orders from General Claude to bring troops here, and also wanted to ask why this field military exercise was to be conducted, whether military training and integration of the armed forces in the three areas directly under their jurisdiction was to be carried out, and the messenger confused them into the past...

When Claude arrived, the three of them didn't feel right. What did this messenger, the old man, mean, let the war zone go to Prince Hansburg? How is it possible that the war zone rejected the Grand Prince's secret order at the beginning of the year, a fact that is clear to all senior officers in the war zone, who have indeed offended Grand Prince Hansburg and become traitors in the eyes of the Grand Prince.

It wasn't until Claude gave the order that the three of us in Berklin understood that it was a real move! They almost blew their lungs, wondering if the governors and governors of the three direct governors were in the water, how dare they imprison the acting chief commander of the war zone? Do they think they can resist the attack of the Thunder Legion just by relying on the garbage hunting across the street?

“Chloe...” the messenger's old man, at first sight, ordered an attack by Chloe and hurried out to stop him.

“Pfft!” That's the big guy Gemmy slapped him on, and he remembered Claude's orders, one slap at a time.

“Ah...” the old apostle screamed. He didn't expect the big guy Gemmy's slap to be so hard. His left face immediately swelled up and his mouth was full of blood. I don't know if he bit his tongue, but his teeth were fanned down and the whole person fell to the ground.

Big Gummy still hasn't let him go. He took him one step ahead and slapped him again: “You just said two words and shouted again, just three slaps. ”

The messenger old man now covered his face tightly, afraid that he would scream in pain and be slapped by the soldier in front of him.

Claude glanced coldly at the messenger's old man and did not care what happened to him when he was slapped by the big Grimm fan: “Wait a minute, you three, don't rush into battle. I'm not finished. After eliminating those garbage idiots across the street, Diavid left a unit to guard the prisoners, while the rest swept Mormary's command and captured all governors and supervisors, including their families.

Berklin leads your Thunderbolt 1301 in a direct drive to Arturas, doing the same thing as Diavid. As for Muried's forces, along with McJackie, they deployed under the direct command of Tyrussim to rescue General Bolognick, while also controlling the port of Cobichous, where there was a makeshift cell where nearly a thousand storm fleets were said to have refused to surrender to Prince Hansburg's navy officers and troops to rescue them. ”

“Yes, General.” The three men of Berklin stepped out of the ledge immediately after saluting, and soon there was a sharp copper whistle outside, and the horn of the troopers was blown in the camp.

“Let's also go out and see what the three guys are up to and hope they don't disappoint me and pay a lot of casualties for the garbage.” Claude and McJackie said they got up, got on a horseback, and camped out to watch the battle.

In fact, they didn't disappoint Claude in Berklin, and soon after the first projectile exploded on the defensive positions of the Coalition forces in the three territories opposite them, the Thunder Regiment officers and soldiers rushed to enemy positions with almost zero casualties. Just so you can't count zero casualties is when two unlucky guys rushed into the position, one soldier tripped, the man fell from the horse and sprained his foot, the other was riding into the trench, the man also fell in the trench dug by the local coalition, rubbed his forehead...

Claude found himself calling the coalition junk idiots across the street and seemed to look up to them, and that kind of behavior could only be attributed to stinking dog shit. When the three regiments of the Legion of Thunder first launched three battalions against the entire defensive front, that heavily gunned elephant firecracker at the local coalition position, unfortunately none of them had been effectively hit.

The local guard regiments of the three Direct Territories did not fall under the jurisdiction of the theatre, and when Marshal Michel led the Cavalier regiment to the Overseas Direct Territories, he ordered Albert and Bitchcline to integrate the local guard forces of the military Direct Territories into two overseas field regiments as a complement to the Cavalier regiments, although General Albert and Bitchcline were soon greatly disappointed with the local guard forces of the three Direct Territories.

How to put it, the three jurisdictions guard armed chickens to touch dogs, bully good money to scratch money are all good hands, that is, they fight the Nikans with the firearms in their hands. The two generals believed that even more rigorous military training would not make the garbage a qualified soldier, and soon abandoned their rescue. It was unnecessary to think that the three jurisdictions did not fall under the jurisdiction of the theatre.

Claude, it's really hard to imagine where the governors and governors of these three jurisdictions are confident that this garbage will block the attack of any regiment in the war zone, and who gave them that courage? Now look at the contrast, the armed soldiers in these places are the attacking soldiers who see the Thunder Legion, pull the trigger and shoot, neither aim nor range, it is very lively, but it also hurts the attacking party...

Instead, after the snipers of the Thunder Legion left the fire at a distance of 100 metres, the local coalition troops buried almost the entire population in the trenches dug out, just sticking out guns and shooting them out. Now the bomb squad behind the sniper was too lazy to dig a concealed pit, rushed directly to the distance of 60 or 70 meters in front of the defensive front, and began to place the throwing device on the bomb.

Then shut up, after the first projectile exploded on the position, the local coalition stood still, immediately after the first projectiles exploded on the entire defensive front, Claude saw the defensive position as if it had been stabbed hard by a cavernous horsehair, almost all still movable places guarding the armed soldiers jumped out of the trench and fled, while they ran and threw their weapons, seemed to abandon these weapons to get themselves out of the fast...

Only a few of the second projectiles exploded in empty positions, and many more did not have time to throw the second, as there were no more enemies at the positions and all of them were fleeing desperately. This was never foreseen during the bomb throwing exercise, where they were stuck for a while wondering if they would continue to throw the next rounds of projectiles as mandated by the troops.

The copper whistle, which sounded right behind the position, lifted their confusion, signalling an order for the LMF to launch a pursuit. Claude could only shake his head and pity the soldiers of the coalition in those places. Do they think they can run past the four legs of a light ride on two legs? How far do they go to get captured and then they have to walk back? Why don't they just surrender with their hands up when they run out of the position?

The Bell Clinch horse came over proudly exaggerating his troops, and Claude gave them three hours to ride the field regiment, and it took them less than an hour to clear the garbage in front of them. After a few words, Berklin rushed off with the Thunderbolt 1301 regiment to the direct command of Arturas. This is the northernmost territorial area and the furthest road, so the Berlin forces do not participate in the pursuit.

Two hours later, the pursuit ended and most of the local coalition troops were taken prisoner. Claude sometimes had to admire the garbage in these places, and the battle was dilapidated, and he could escape with his own know-how. If Claude hadn't been reluctant to spend more time on the garbage, he believed his legions of officers and soldiers could still find these deserters hiding in the wilderness. But it doesn't matter, the three regiments will take control of the three direct jurisdictions, and when the deserters return, they will still be prisoners, otherwise they will spend their entire lives in the wilderness.

Claude took the Thunderbolt 131 battalion and the Thunderbolt 1302 regiment to Tyrsim, where Mormary owned the Thunderbolt 1303 regiment. Muriel de Zema arrived at Claude's side and stopped talking.

Claude glanced at him and said, "If you have anything to say, why are you throwing up? Do you think it's inappropriate for me to go directly to the three jurisdictions? Rest assured, it's all right, they are loyal to Prince Hansburg and have become rebels, we crusade against them..."

Muried spat on the ground: “I care if they die, I dare attack the palace as long as the boss commands me. What I'm trying to say is that there's a problem with troop restructuring that we can't solve...”

“Difficulties in adapting?” Claude stunned: “Aren't the battlefield commands issuing a list? Just do it like this. What's the problem? ”

Muried called bitterness: “Boss, that's not the right setup, we can't adapt it, nobody dares to raise it up, afraid to sweep the face of the general..."

“Tell me what's going on?” Claude came to curiosity.

Turns out it was all the battalion formation that caused the trouble, as Claude proposed at the last restructuring meeting, when General Bolognick ended up shooting boards at 3600 troops per battalion and 800 troops per battalion. The problem is that a team of twelve, a squadron of fifty-three, those four squadrons have formed a brigade of 212, and with the establishment of a large team site and a direct team, the total number of brigades reaches 240. Four battalions form a battalion, so four battalions alone have 960 men, and the battalion commander opens his mouth to only 800 men, which is simply not possible...

Claude Khan, dare they ever think about the wrong number of troops when they decided to shoot their brains. Usually a normal battalion has a strength of about 1,200, and in addition to the four battalions as the main force of battle, the battalion has an immediate guard squadron, a heavy logistics squadron, an artillery squadron, a guard squadron and a gendarmerie squadron, plus battalion personnel, and a medical squadron, sometimes with a battalion of over 1,200 personnel.

If a battalion had a strength of 1,200 troops, the four battalions would have formed a regiment of 4,800 troops and, with the addition of the regiment and immediate units, the total would have been around 5600 troops. So four regiments in a division, plus a division and a direct unit, 25,000 troops. Two divisions form a corps of 60,000 troops, together with the Ministry of Military Affairs and direct units.

Claude's sad discovery that this is still the normal force strength of the Kingdom's second-line regiment, and that they changed it for half a day or nothing but to convert the reinforced division into a conventional second-line regiment. The Thunder Legion and the Rock Legion have a total of 130,000 troops. Instead, they can only reduce up to 10,000 troops by removing the reinforcement.

Screw the paralyzed disarmament order, will you? Anyway, the kingdom itself is now out of its mind, can Prince Widreck still be that Sterling XI nobody knows. The Emperor of Mountain Gao, far away, took Tirshim, Mormari, and Arturas, all eight of which are in the hands of the battlefield on the continent of Nubisia, and then had to deal with the invasion of the Overseas Territories by the Kingdom of Hicks, why should we disarm?

Claude said with a cold face, "Well, let's just keep the force in place, and I'll talk to the generals at Ward Command to correct this mistake. The most important thing for us now is to take down the port of Corbichous and free General Bolognick. ”