Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 455

Chapter 455 Wolf Cubs (Part 2)

In the face of the young lieutenant's question, Pierre was noncommittal, and turned the first army: "Then, it was Alder Felt who announced the news of your army's disastrous defeat in the main battle."

"Of course not. Major Felt is still trying his best to block information. But Green Valley is so big, how can there be a wall that doesn't leak? One night, everyone knew that a 'Batory Lieutenant' had escaped from the mountain. '."

The young lieutenant sighed: "However, I still can't figure it out, where did you find such a guy who can fool the major?"

"Have you seen Lieutenant Bathory?" Pierre asked.

"No." The young lieutenant was a little impatient. "I didn't say that. Major Felt tried his best to block the news."

"Then why do you think 'Lieutenant Bathory' is a fake I sent?"

"Why?" The young lieutenant snorted softly, "Because it's too real to be falsified—the nineteenth issue? Five issues from the major and three issues from us, so it just happens that there won't be any intersection."

Pierre acted cooperatively as a listener, waiting for the other person to speak.

"The identity of the Fifth Legion is also very clever, as if they knew in advance that there were only troops from the Sixth Legion in Green Valley Town."

Pierre nodded and asked, "Anything else?"

The young lieutenant simply sat back on the big stone and opened the chat box completely: "None of the messengers sent by the major to Maplestone City have returned. The regular contact that should be sent from Maplestone City has not been delivered yet. In other words, as long as you walk out of the Green Valley , it's all your territory. Since you can cut off the communication line between Green Valley and Maplestone City, how can you miss a few exhausted and embarrassed soldiers?"

"Negligence is inevitable."

The young lieutenant scratched the back of his head in distress, and continued on his own: "But I really don't understand how you lied to Major Felt. You can send people to pretend to be deserters, you can send people to pretend to be civilians, But you can't send someone to pretend to be a professional officer from the Luyuan Academy. Major Felt has countless ways to identify the authenticity, but somehow, he was deceived by you."

Pierre shrugged: "Perhaps I didn't lie to him at all."

"Forget it! Mr. Mitchell! For this sake, you might as well be frank." The young lieutenant stood up and looked at Pierre, his eyes bright as torches: "Did the main battle really have a result? You guys Did you really win? Did Senior Montagne really lead the main force to leave? Or are they still lying in ambush on the periphery of Green Valley, waiting for the fighter jets to wipe out Major Felt?”

Vashka, who was bewildered at the side, finally couldn't hold back, and shouted angrily: "You are so strange! What is true or false? Why are we lying to you? What does it really have to do with you? False? What does it have to do with you? Stop talking nonsense! Let's go! Go to the prison camp and think about it slowly!"

The young lieutenant ignored Vashka at all and looked directly at Pierre.

Pierre was silent for a moment, then replied: "My colleague is right, what is true or false, what does it have to do with you?"

Pierre also looked at the young lieutenant: "What position are you asking about?"

The young lieutenant stared at Pierre for a long time, as if looking for clues in the subtleties of the latter's body language.

In the end, he bent down, propped his forehead, and groaned in a low voice: "So... it turns out that the squad leader really won the decisive battle."

The next second, he raised his head sharply again, looked at Pierre with a complicated expression, his fists clenched and loosened: "That's why I overestimated you—Mr. Mitchell, you made a serious mistake!"

As soon as the voice fell, Pierre and Vashka only heard the faint sound of horse hooves behind them. Vashka turned her head and saw a light cavalry trooper galloping towards their location from a distance upstream.

The young lieutenant became impatient: "You have not only given Major Felt important military information, but also let him take the opportunity to find out your truth. Major Felt has realized that you are only a small group of lone soldiers. Light cavalry fighting, and the main force of Tiefeng County Army is not in Green Valley at all - this is equivalent to disarming the sharp blade hanging over the major's head!"

Pierre was unmoved, while Vashka just felt inexplicable: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" The young lieutenant sneered: "It means that your cards are over, and now it's Major Felt's turn to play."

While speaking, the light cavalry coming from upstream had already rushed to a few people.

The light cavalry dismounted from the saddle, strode to Pierre's side, and whispered a few words. Pierre did not speak, but made a gesture, and the hussars immediately turned back.

Hearing the sound of hoofs go away, Pierre glanced at the young lieutenant with a slightly provocative look in his eyes, then looked at Vashka, who was becoming more and more confused, and said lightly: "The defenders of Green Valley have come out."

"Okay." Wasika patted her thigh and let out a sigh of relief: "Finally, it's the part that I can understand."

"The movement is not small." Pierre glanced at the young lieutenant again: "At least two brigades, thousands of people, are coming downstream."

Washika let out a "huh", looked around instinctively, suddenly slapped her forehead, and woke up: "That major, doesn't he want to block us here, close the door and beat the dog?"

The overall terrain of Green Valley looks like a pea, the hills on both sides of the Hyssop River are like pods, and a series of settlements along the river, including Green Valley Town, are those peas.

"Beans" are the flattest and most suitable areas for agricultural development. In contrast, between the "beans" is naturally broken and rugged land that is difficult to cultivate - and equally impassable.

As long as the exit to the upstream and downstream is controlled, each settlement is a natural cage.

"Major Felt is only responsible for closing the door." The young lieutenant replied lukewarmly: "Whether you will be beaten depends on you."

"Who are you calling a dog?!" Wasika is always quick to respond to this kind of thing.

Pierre motioned Vasya to be quiet, stared at the young lieutenant, and asked again: "Then which side are you on?"

"I'm already a prisoner. What does this war have to do with me?" The young lieutenant didn't answer directly. He raised his finger to the exit at the other end of the river valley: "I suggest you go directly downstream. Safe. Major Felt has no cavalry to catch you."

Washka realized later: "That opening should have been blocked by you, right?"

"Vasya." Pierre said no more, and raised his hand to summon his subordinates: "You bring two people and **** this… the second lieutenant and the other prisoners downstream."

Washka didn't ask any further questions, simply nodded, and began to select personnel from the assembled cavalry.

Pierre also began to assign tasks to the light cavalry, and for a while the young lieutenant and other prisoners were left out in the cold.

The young lieutenant watched the movements of the Iron Peaks light cavalry in confusion, and this time it was his turn to wait until later.

"You...you...you shouldn't..." The young lieutenant finally realized that something was wrong when the light cavalrymen dispersed. He was so shocked that he stumbled as he spoke: "Are you going to fight?"

Pierre ignored the young lieutenant, turned, grabbed the saddle, and mounted the horse in the stirrups.

"Let's go." Vasikara stayed with the young lieutenant and deliberately bit the word very hard: "Your Excellency!"

The young lieutenant broke free from Vashka's arm and grabbed the reins of Pierre's warhorse with a single stride: "With your cavalry, you want to eat six brigades?!"

Pierre still ignored the young lieutenant, he nodded and motioned Vashka to take the latter away.

"You guys, do you want to die?" The young lieutenant became impatient again: "I tell you, you were able to cut off the communication line because Major Felt was afraid of Senior Montagne's main force. Losing the intelligence advantage, Mo said There are six battalions, and you can't eat the two battalions that are coming soon. From the moment Major Felt got the news of the main battlefield, the initiative is not in your hands. "

The young lieutenant clutched the reins tightly, his eyes widened, and he spoke quickly and urgently: "You think you can starve Major Felt to death with no food? If Major Felt retreats resolutely, it is impossible for you to be a light cavalry. You can stop him. You think you can starve Major Felt to death by running out of food? Even if there is no food in Green Valley, Major Felt can get supplies from other villages and towns along the way."

"Your Excellency, Second Lieutenant." Pierre pleaded politely: "Please leave with Mr. Morozov, he will ensure your safety."

The young lieutenant took a serious look at Pierre Mitchell for the first time—he was about the same age and height as him, but only careful observation could reveal the marks of war hidden in his calm expression.

When he came into contact with Pierre Mitchell's deep eyes, the young lieutenant was startled and let go of the reins subconsciously: "You also destroyed the villages and towns between Green Valley and Maplestone City?"

"Not yet." Pierre replied calmly: "But if necessary."

Having said that, Pierre pulled the reins, flicked the whip lightly, and was about to leave.

The young lieutenant was stunned for a moment, followed after half a step, and then asked, "If that's the case, why are you still fighting with Major Felt here?"

Pierre Le, the truce horse, turned around, and told the young lieutenant solemnly: "The deserter was not the one I sent to impersonate, nor was that 'Lieutenant Bathory'—I didn't even know his name before that . But you're wrong about one thing, they were not 'leaked' by me, they were 'let' by me."

Pierre paused for a second and continued: "You also said one thing wrong. I don't only have 'a little' cavalry, I have two squadrons. It's still not much, but against Alder Felt's men. That stuff...more than enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young lieutenant saw a plume of white smoke rushing out from behind the outline of the hills, straight into the sky.

Soon, in the southeast and southwest directions on the other side of the river, two black smokes rose one after another.

"You haven't answered me yet." The young lieutenant asked reluctantly, "Why are you still fighting Major Felt here?"

Pierre's reply came back from a distance: "Because only the prey escapes."

Pierre rode his horse in front of the iron peak county light horse that was ready to go: "Let them know who is the hunter!"

Among the light cavalry, someone laughed loudly and said "woooah".

Immediately, more than a hundred light cavalry roared and followed Pierre to attack.

"Let's go." Wasika dragged the young lieutenant, and put on a task of watching the prisoners, which made him a little gloomy: "Master lieutenant."

"Hey! My name is Kadar!" The young lieutenant suddenly rushed out a few steps and shouted at the backs of the cavalry: "Kadar Lagre!"

At noon, Major Felt, who was looking forward to the high wall of Green Valley Town, witnessed the destruction of the last capable army under his command.

three days later.

Two ragged, trance soldiers of the parliamentary army appeared at the west gate of Maplestone City.

No matter what people ask them, they will only answer with a trembling:

"The wolf cavalry is here!"

[Wolf cavalry come to check the bed! Old Felt! You can hide! ]

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