Different World Development Manual

Chapter 140: The combat power of the cooks

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53 kilometers east of the Duchy of Dehebas, the first line of defense in the northwest of the combined forces of Capet and Florence.

The 39th Regiment of the 58th Brigade, the entire army was staying 600 meters outside the coalition defense line.

At the same time, the loudspeakers kept playing in Panda language to persuade to surrender: "This is the Huaxia People's Army, you have been surrounded, lay down your weapons and surrender to us.

Think about your family, think about your wife.

For myself, for my family.

For the present, for the future.

Drop your weapons and surrender to us..."

Holding his rifle, Xu Lin leaned against the front of an infantry chariot with a turret aimed at the opposite line of defense, and muttered, "Hey, I said, we're already 600 meters away from the opposite position, 600 meters. , no this is not 1 km, 2 km, 3 km, 10 km.

Why don't we attack directly? There are 40,000 imperial troops on the defensive line. Let's go straight up with A, and let our 08-style go down the mountain like the 59-year-old predecessors. "

The coalition forces were trapped for a week in the Falls Hill, Zovia Fort, Onye Fort, Balk Town, Gaga Village, Alan Shield, and Windmill Town. At this time, they were almost out of food.

Even the 40,000 imperial troops on the northwestern defense line were already groaning with hunger.

During this period, Thomas asked the local nobles for help, but because of the arrival of the Demon King's army, the local nobles also expressed that there was no food left in the nobles' homes, and they all showed some meaning.

But the meaning of the local nobles is obviously not interesting.

What does this mean, what does it mean

The collected food and forage simply could not meet the needs of the 380,000 full-time troops. Even if they used the "All Territory Recruitment Order" issued by Norman as an excuse to put pressure on the local nobles, the local nobles would not give out the excess food and grass.

After all, maybe the Demon King's army will wave, kill them on their territory, plant a flag, and they will become the lords of the Demon King's army.

At that time, I won't be able to win even as a dog, for fear that it will be turned over by the Demon King's army to settle the old account.

Thomas scolded these dog lords for their unrighteousness. He also used a large army to oppress the local nobles to pay food to the coalition, but the local nobles were also lords after all.

A vassal's vassal is not my vassal.

How can you, an earl of the Cape Duchy, be in charge of the independent lord of my empire

Your lord and I are on the same level, although the title heights are different.

The conflict between the two sides turned into a battle in an instant. Thomas, who was fighting, suddenly realized that something was wrong. It seemed that the nobles in the eastern part of the Duchy of Dehebas were at war with him.

"Heaven Comes"

In desperation, Thomas could only send a letter to apologize to the group of local lords and ask for help in the name of the "Enlistment Order".

The two sides stopped the war, but the local nobles still sent a coalition force of 50,000 people to Thomas.

But Thomas categorically refused. There was not enough food, and there were 50,000 people. Wouldn't it be 50,000 more mouths to eat

In the end, Thomas returned to the army and reorganized the army after getting a drop in the grain.

Pan Rui didn't know what happened to Thomas, he sat on the grass with a gun, looked at the lifeless coalition soldiers on the distant defense line, and said calmly, "Xu Lin, there is a plan above.

We have surrounded 380,000 coalition troops for a week, and they are almost out of ammunition and food.

The imperial soldiers who wanted to break in from the periphery also collided with blood on the northern defense line from Anri Fort to Onye Fort, and were unable to provide any support to the coalition forces.

It's time for us to close the net. "

Wu Xin sat cross-legged on the hood of a fighter, and finally chewed on the biscuits, and said cooingly, "Don't complain, we have something to eat, but there is none on the other side. Let's eat them slowly, and don't panic."

Pan Rui smiled when he heard it, stood up, walked to Xu Lin's side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Look, we, Wu Xiaopang, have seen it through."

Wu Xin sniffed, and the smell of vegetables suddenly entered his nostrils. Foodies' sense of smell is always very sensitive. Wu Xin said quickly, "It's time for dinner!"

On the cooking team's side, the cauldrons have been raised one by one, and they have even spent a cauldron that far exceeds the number of people in their group.

There are all kinds of ingredients everywhere in the open space, a large pot of small vegetable porridge, a large pot of steamed buns, although the dishes are not very rich, but there are many.

Sprinkle a little salt, drip a little oil, and the aroma gradually floats out of the pot.

Wu Xin looked disappointed: "Ah, drinking porridge and eating steamed buns? How about making some dishes!"

A cooking soldier laughed, pointed to the other side with a spoon, and raised his chin: "Well, ours is over there, this is for the other side to eat."

"Um?"

At this time, several fans were blowing towards the coalition army position, and the bursts of aroma suddenly drifted towards the coalition army's defense line.

The soldiers in the coalition defense line huddled in the barracks, holding in their hands the black bread that the black-hearted forage officer cooked with sawdust, wheat husks and wheat flour.

It's hard, and when you take a bite, the wood taste in your mouth is extremely uncomfortable.

But the whole army has nothing to eat, the only thing that can make a living is this stuff.

With one bite, his teeth were almost shattered.

The imperial soldiers looked at the Demon King's army more than 600 meters away, licking black bread, swallowing saliva, and guessing what the Demon King's army on the opposite side was eating at this meal.

A soldier fantasized about the meal of the Demon King's army, closed his eyes, and looked like he was enjoying: "Should we eat better than us?"

Another soldier said: "Hey, I'm so hungry, this bread is not filling, and it's not delicious. The most important thing is that it can't be chewed. God kills it."

The closed-eyed Imperial soldier felt the same way, but at this time he sniffed, as if he could smell a hint of oil in the air.

His stomach growled, and the soldier suddenly came to his senses: "It smells so good!"

However, holding the black bread, he eagerly looked at the position of the Demon King's Army opposite, and said with clenched teeth, "I really want to have a bite of the delicious food of the Demon King's Army."

Listening to the shouts of persuasion that were constantly being played on the Demon King's army position opposite, and then looking at the dry black bread in his hand, the imperial soldier swallowed: "Why don't we do the opposite, let's do the opposite. The Demon King's Army surrenders."

A terrifying idea came up in the soldier's mind, but what was even more terrifying was that this idea was supported by many imperial soldiers.

Soon, this idea began to spread among the imperial soldiers on the defense line. They had not eaten decent food for a long time. Wherever the black bread in their hands was food, it was clearly a brick.

The soldier threw away the black bread, stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and said solemnly: "I turned against him, I surrendered to the Demon King's army!"

As soon as the voice fell, several imperial soldiers around him responded.

Like dominoes, the Imperial soldiers on the entire line of defense were almost shaken.

Then, a huge mutiny broke out.

After the imperial soldiers killed the commanders and fought with the nobles' personal soldiers, finally more than 30,000 imperial soldiers lost their weapons after killing more than 4,000 people, walked out of the defense line, and stood on the 39th. In front of the regiment, the white flag was hoisted, and he knelt on the ground and surrendered.

Wu Xinzheng spit out the rice and ate the braised pork from the cooking class. Looking at the more than 30,000 imperial soldiers who surrendered in front of him, he said, "Oh, you surrendered, it's amazing, the cooking class doesn't cost a single soldier. He won the entire northwestern defense line of the coalition army, worthy of being the pillar of the country, the elite of the elite of our army."

Pan Rui was also laughing beside him, while Wu Xin pouted and looked unwilling.

The above order was quickly conveyed, requiring the 39th Regiment to immediately capture the 30,000-strong Imperial army.

Pan Rui and the others had to immediately put down their half of their jobs, picked up guns, rode in a car, and rushed towards the coalition positions to receive prisoners of war.

The 40,000 troops on the northwest defense line, the 40,000 troops on the southwest defense line, the 40,000 troops on the northern defense line, and the 30,000 troops on the eastern defense line were not what Thomas was considering at this time.

In the tent of the coalition army, Ollie opened the tent and walked in: "Your Excellency the Earl."

Thomas gave Oli an aristocratic salute: "His Royal Highness Oli, the 210,000 army has almost finished resting, and we only have enough food and grass for three more days. Next, prepare to make a breakthrough to Fort Zovia."

Thomas kept almost all the rations, as well as those collected from local nobles, in the coalition barracks, in order to take the Fort Zovia in one go.

Ollie nodded: "Please, Your Excellency."

Thomas pondered for a while, then shouted, "Come here!"

After a while, a loyal and honest forage officer was taken to the military tent: "Your Highness, Earl."

Thomas looked at the dedicated grain and forage officer in the coalition army, with mixed feelings in his heart, opened his mouth and said, "The coalition army is now facing a desperate situation, are you willing to give everything for the survival of the coalition army?"

The grain and grass official was stunned, what happened

I am a grain and forage officer myself, and I am not going to the front to fight. It is enough to manage my own affairs well, even if it is the greatest contribution to the coalition.

Then he said: "For the sake of the coalition, I will naturally."

Thomas nodded and said, "Okay, I'll lend you a head.

I took care of your wife and children for you, don't worry. "

The grain and forage officer suddenly felt a thunderbolt in his heart. He looked left at Oli and then at Thomas, and shouted again and again, "My Count! Your Royal Highness! What's going on here!? No! No!

I bleed for the Empire, I worked for the coalition, you can't treat me like this!

Lord Earl! His Royal Highness Prince! …

The personal soldiers stunned the food and straw pipe with a knife from behind and dragged it down.

Oli couldn't bear to hide his face, and said with great grief: "Your Excellency Count, please hand over his widow to me, and we will take care of Florence."