"Mortar?" The adjutant was stunned.
All mortar units must continue to bombard the Olin tree on the top of the mountain. This is an order personally given by His Majesty King Bonifacio.
It's not good for you to use public resources for personal gain, right? Will I be blamed for it
"What? Is there something wrong with you?" Alfred narrowed his eyes and revealed a dangerous expression.
The adjutant, who was well versed in the ways of the workplace, immediately shook his head and said, "No problem! But the mortar unit is directly under the command of His Majesty the King. I'm afraid they won't easily obey the command of an adjutant like me. Can Sir Alfred provide a written order?"
"Of course." Alfred said lightly, waved his hand, wrote a note, and signed his name at the end.
The adjutant took it and looked at it. What was written on it was something like "The northern front has been infiltrated by the enemy's elite troops. The front-line knights have lost more than half of their troops. The mortar unit is required to provide bombing support."
Well, it's true that the elite troops were defeated, and it's also true that the frontline knights lost more than half of their troops, but there is no direct causal relationship between the two! Isn't the reason for the loss of more than half of their troops due to your weird tactic of adding fuel to the fire
The adjutant expressed his admiration for Sir Alfred's graceful writing style. Every word seemed to be true, but could be understood by people as the opposite of the fact.
Even if it is discovered later, you cannot blame him for it, after all, it was you who misunderstood and he was not lying.
The adjutant shook his head with emotion, thinking that he was still too young and naive, not as experienced as Sir Alfred.
Well, I still have to learn one.
Holding the note, the adjutant found the commander of the mortar unit in the rear. The nearly 40-year-old Crusader veteran was busy and sweating profusely.
The reason was that all the artillery units were dispersed and fighting independently, so the commander had to give separate orders to each squad, directing them to keep moving while shooting and try to avoid the fire and thunder projected from the top of the hill.
"Sir Erich!" The adjutant immediately handed over a note, "A request from Sir Alfred, the commander of the northern front, for fire support from the mortar unit!"
Commander Erich took the note and was immediately shocked.
More than half of the knights on the northern front were killed? I remember that there were more than 600 knights on the northern front alone! More than 300 have been killed? Is the enemy an elite force composed of demigods
"I will send you a mortar unit immediately." Commander Erich said solemnly, "The northern defense line must be held! Otherwise, our scattered artillery boys will suffer a double blow from above and around them!"
"Yes!" The adjutant saluted.
On the other side, after fighting for several hours in a row, everyone in the Cangqing Sword gradually became exhausted.
"The frequency of encounters with the enemy has begun to decrease." Eleanor panted and rested her spear on the ground. "Is it because we are beginning to enter the enemy's hinterland?"
"It's probably because the losses were too great." Sheila looked around vigilantly, "Be careful of snipers and assassins."
"No." Medea corrected her, "The other party knows that I have psychic abilities, so they wouldn't be stupid enough to send someone to attack me. Unless..."