Coupled with the future harassment from the Ares people's light and flexible naval fleet, it may be difficult for merchant ships to obtain supplies by sea from the ports of the United Nations... But, we can't attack the ranch area in the west for the time being, right
The commander calculated the distance and realized that he would run out of ammunition on the way to the western ranch and capture the city. The solemn look on his face became even more intense.
"We have to take the risk of getting supplies by sea for now." He gritted his teeth and said, "Let 'Shi Zhui' use this last naval battle at this stage to cover our merchant ships to the ports of the United Nations and load the cargo there—
Although the Alessi people will take advantage of our opportunity to launch a surprise attack when we search for supplies for the second time, it is better than us sitting and waiting to die now."
"Shall we go now?"
"Yes, let's go now - I will contact Lady Nia now, I hope she can bring us good news."
The herald left. It was after the herald left that the commander took out the magic mirror used for communication from his waist bag.
He resolutely chose to contact Lady Nia. After patiently waiting for the other party's communication for a long time, he finally heard the voice coming from Lady Nia;
"This is Nia—don't fucking tell me you guys are in trouble again."
Cold sweat dripped down his face in an instant.
The commander of Ishgard opened his mouth, but finally reported the current predicament.
Chapter 11: Alesse's home-changing tactics and... 8K
To be honest.
Nia was now so embarrassed that she wanted to die.
It's not just because of the frequent accidents among their own colonial troops.
More importantly, when Nia came to look for Yang Hao, she happened to run into... Well, he was probably taking care of the child after having afternoon tea.
Honestly, when that child hid behind His Majesty Yang Hao warily and then subconsciously said "I don't like this mother either", Nia was dumbfounded, and Yang Hao was also stunned...
But Yang Hao had seen a lot of hardships, so he recovered quickly - but Nia was suddenly hit like this and... well, she was stunned.
She has never experienced a day when someone calls her "Mom" since she was a child.
Not to mention, it seems like he's disgusted?!
Can't that little girl have some manners?! Do I look like the type that would starve a child like that elf?! Really...
Then Nia was embarrassed at the time: How could she think of such a thing? But before she could calm down, Yang Hao's next sentence made Nia even more embarrassed:
"Alas... Anna, don't call someone you know well "mom" in the future. That's really rude. And then again, I don't think Miss Black Dragon can take care of a child who wasn't born from an egg..."
"Ha?! If you have the guts, let me give it a try! Who said that we dragons only care for those who lay eggs?!"
"But where can I get the dragon eggs for you to try now?"
Yang Hao just wanted to make a joke to ease the atmosphere, but Nia's big reaction made him stunned for a moment - but then again, are dragons really born from eggs? !
He imagined the scene of Nia hatching eggs... Then he shuddered subconsciously and hurried to ease the atmosphere.
As a result, Nia seemed to be shocked by her own words again - she just looked at Yang Hao stupidly, and after a long time she muttered: Let's talk about something serious
"Uh..." And then, it's now.
Anna was temporarily taken care of by Naruja who was waiting outside, while Yang Hao and Nia awkwardly got to know each other in the reception room without saying a word. Then, they coughed twice at the same time, temporarily ending the awkwardness and getting down to business.
"Anyway, I'm sorry for being so upset..."
"No, I shouldn't have made fun of you either. Sorry. So let's get down to business first."
"Um… "
Black Dragon nodded with shame on his face, and then spoke with difficulty - the colonial army hopes to obtain supplies from the United Nations from the sea.
In other words, the hope is to deliver boxes of paper shell ammunition currently produced by the United Nations to the port, and then transport them to the ship for replenishment.
Yang Hao looked very strange when he heard this. He didn't even mention why Isgard didn't attack the ranch territory in the west first.
You want us to use merchant ships to provide you with supplies when the Aresians may send out a fleet to hunt down your caravan at any time
No, did your ship carry three bases of ammunition? Otherwise, there is no way to explain where you got the courage to use merchant ships for transportation
We are definitely not afraid of throwing supplies into the sea, but you Ishgardians don't even worry about merchant ships being hunted and sunk when fighting across the sea... This is really a good question.
Faced with Yang Hao's weirdness, Nia just said with a grim face that the colonial army's accompanying fleet was actually not well supplied. The accompanying fleet could only protect the merchant ship for one round trip at most, and the rest depended on the merchant ship's own efforts.
"In other words, at least ensure the transportation of the first round of supplies?"
"Yes. The colonial army hopes to get more supplies before planning to move west to open up a passage... After all, after mass-equipping with new rifles, even if we tried to make a budget, we still underestimated the consumption of ammunition for these weapons."
"That's fine. But you'll have to provide your own merchant ships - but I must warn you, Nia. We in the United Nations don't have a navy, so don't expect us to provide help at sea."
"I know. Thank you for your kindness... I will leave now."
Having accomplished such a big thing, Nia breathed a sigh of relief and left, suppressing her embarrassment and shame.
And it was after Nia left that Yang Hao fell into deep thought.
On the one hand, he already knew that the colonial army's logistics were seriously insufficient, and that the other side had no spare energy to go to the West to open up land trade routes with the United Nations before the first batch of supplies arrived by sea.
On the other hand, Isgard's combat fleet will soon be heading to its homeland for supplies: in other words, will the Aresians be able to regain control of the sea along the coast of the Roman Empire for a long time to come
Um…
Yang Hao muttered to himself, if they could only ensure the first batch of supplies, could the Isgardians really... successfully open a passage on land
He took out the map drawn by the elf from the drawer. After taking a quick look at it, Yang Hao shrugged and said, "No."
The Isgardians might be able to inflict terrible casualties on the Romans on their way to their western ranches, but they would never be able to capture the city that stood on the ranches.
Because they had too little ammunition. Even with the supplies that Yang Hao sent this time.
"It will take at least three rounds of transport for them to get enough supplies... But what can we say? Forget it, let them figure it out on their own - when they get hungry, they will naturally beg us to go south... But if possible, I still hope they can be more helpful."
Yang Hao shook his head and rang the bell to summon the elves.
…
On March 3, after the United Nations had spent a night packing all the paper shell ammunition produced in the small golem factory in Constantinople for transportation, they watched the Isurgard fleet arrive, and then watched the Isurgard fleet leave with the supplies.
After a while, the sound of cannons was heard on the sea. The elves observing from the lighthouse saw that it was the fleet of Isgard and the fleet of Aresei fighting.
Isgard tried to stop the Ares from attacking its merchant ships, but the Ares launched a life-threatening attack at all costs.
Thanks to their efforts, one of Isgard's five large merchant ships was severely damaged. They had no choice but to rescue the supplies on the merchant ship before it sank and then transfer it.
"Suicidal attack... Knowing that using ballistas and catapults to attack ships is too slow, they just use numbers to ram them? But this shouldn't be the main force. Where are their ironclad ships?"
Yang Hao was in deep thought after receiving the report. After seeing the loss report, Nia's face darkened as she realized that they really only had one chance to get supplies.
…
On the same day, in the post-war Drake Harbor, the Isgardians were waiting for supplies to arrive while treating Roman's wounded, only because they found that there was not a single well-trained surgeon in the entire prosperous Drake Harbor.
As a last resort, the Isgardians had to bring out their own doctor.
The doctor of Isurgard performed surgery on the wounded Roman soldiers without anesthesia. The officer of Isurgard looked at the full load of anesthetics behind him with wide eyes, then looked at the expressionless doctor, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Before he could ask the doctor "why no anesthesia was used", they heard the insults from the Romans:
"If you bastards can't do surgery, why don't you just not do it?! Our Red Cross doctors are better than you!"
"Damn it, if the Red Cross hadn't been cancelled..."
"Get away from me, doctor! You'll only kill him!"
The Romans' insults made the doctor from Isgard sneer a few times.
Then he used a stapler-like device to staple the wounded soldier's stomach several times, causing the soldier to howl miserably. The doctor then took off his mask in front of these ungrateful Romans.
That was not the face of an Ishugardian, he looked more like a Roman—and in fact, he was indeed a Roman. But he was not a "person from the Roman Empire", but a "person born in the Roman Empire".
"What a bunch of ungrateful bastards! Who dragged our Red Cross doctor who was performing the surgery out? Wasn't it just you and that bunch of idiots who deserved to die of illness?!
A bunch of you who say "you are fine if you don't get checked" and blame us doctors if there is "problem" after checking. Do you still have the nerve to recall the help we provided to you when we were still here? You wish for it! "
In front of the suddenly speechless Roman soldier, the doctor directly spit on the face of the wounded soldier who had just completed the operation. He put away the scalpel and left without looking back:
"Just save yourselves! Don't bother us anymore!"
The doctor was really leaving - the officer subconsciously made way for him, and the group of Romans who had just been cursing began to cry and beg for mercy:
"Doctor, doctor! Don't go, don't go... Please! It wasn't us who drove away the Red Cross people at that time. It was the big shots above who ordered us to do so. What would we do if you left? Don't go, please-"
The doctor remained unmoved and just left the tent where Roman's wounded soldiers were wailing and howling.
He went outside, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and was just about to ask someone for a light when someone handed him a match.
It was an Ishgard army officer. He seemed very curious about the doctor's past experiences. While politely lighting the fire for the doctor, he asked:
"Doctor, what's going on?"
Doctors have a very high social status throughout Isgard. On the one hand, it is because the people of Isgard are well aware that the body is not "healthy if not checked", but some hidden dangers can only be discovered after a careful examination - in this case, the value and social status of doctors will naturally rise day by day.
On the other hand, as soldiers, officers also knew that only doctors could save the lives of wounded soldiers and even their own lives.
Therefore, throughout the entire army, no one has any bad feelings towards doctors. Some even hope to have a good relationship with them so that they can take care of them when the time comes - even if they are not injured, it can be said that they have earned an insurance policy, right
So the officers really couldn't understand why there were only herbalists and magicians in the Roman Empire's army, and no regular doctors at all: Are Roman soldiers not afraid of death? But judging from the situation just now, that shouldn't be the case
What is going on
The officer recalled the rumors at the time...
In response to the officer's question, the doctor said nothing. He just lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and sighed:
"I was a member of what they called the 'Red Cross'. Under the leadership of His Majesty the Regent, we are committed to improving the medical level of the Roman Empire and doing our best to provide free medical treatment to the people of the Roman Empire.
Although it is free, there are still expenses, but those expenses will be included in the taxes of the nobles, that's all."
"Oh... I just heard them say that they seemed to have... expelled the Red Cross?"
The officer blinked and thought, this is a good thing, Ishugard hasn't even gone to this extent yet, how come you guys are being expelled for no reason
If scholars were expelled, it could be considered an "academic" hostility... but why was it a doctor
Isn’t this a good person who saves lives
"Huh, what kind of expulsion is that? We saved them, but they wished we were dead! When I was kicked out, I was even about to perform surgery on a pregnant woman who needed a caesarean section, but guess what they did
They beat us all up, and then forced the pregnant woman who needed a caesarean section to give birth naturally, but she died during childbirth, and in the end they put the blame on us!"
Faced with the officer's doubts, the doctor just took a few more puffs of his cigarette, then coughed, threw the cigarette with only the mouthpiece left to the ground, and stomped it out with his boot.
"They are just a bunch of barbarians." The doctor grabbed the officer's shoulders solemnly and nodded earnestly: "You must, must, must, must not have any fucking expectations of the barbarians in the Roman Empire now, do you understand
Because on the day when His Majesty the Regent was in trouble, those who were not considered barbarians had either been persecuted to death by them or ran away like me.
Now in the Roman Empire, you can no longer find a few individuals who can be called "human beings" instead of "barbarians" -
I really fucking want you to kill these barbarians in every town you capture, but... hmm. You decide."
He patted the officer on the shoulder and left, saying that he was needed somewhere else.
Watching the doctor's back as he left for the Isgard military camp, the officer just opened his mouth but could not say anything in the end.
The best thing that can make a doctor feel that everyone in a country is dead is...
What kind of monster is this country
The officer sighed, and finally decided to temporarily "settle" those Romans as ordered, so that he could order them to perform various labors in the future.
…
Meanwhile, in the western part of the Roman Empire.
When General Dreshuka received the news that Drake Harbor had been breached, his expression did not change at all, or perhaps he had already understood that Drake Harbor was destined to be occupied.
But as expected, without the steam plant, the Roman Empire is now exhausted just facing the undead hordes from the diocese heading south - at this critical juncture, what about the arrival of Isgard? Can the current Roman Empire really defeat these powerful opponents
"Perhaps, we must follow the Regent's previous plan."
General Dreshuka sighed. In his tent, he could only think of this plan.
Back then, when the Regent was still in Roman, he had proposed the "nationalization of the army" -
Although everyone knew that the decision was just an attempt to win the favor of forces other than the warlords, in the end the regent was judged by everyone and almost died in court.
Although General Dreshuka was indeed very dissatisfied with the nationalization of the army - but in the final analysis, he now had no choice but to try this path.
He must integrate all the noble armies. Before the Isgardians continue to advance the undead in the north to the south, the military district must gain control of all the noble armies and train them into well-trained warriors...
In this case, the military district will inevitably have to fight with the nobles... This is no joke, this has come to a critical moment of life and death, if the precious military forces continue to be dispersed, the demise of Roman will only be a matter of time!