Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

At the end of October on the Eastern European Plain, the sky was sunny and white clouds, except for the slightly cold air, everything was perfect.

In Kiev, the artillery positions set up by the Roman Empire continued to pour shells into the city.On average, every three hours, the empire would fire continuously into the city for three to ten minutes, so that the people inside had something to do besides waiting.

The 6-pound and 8-pound solid bullets passed by the low altitude uninterruptedly, and smashed viciously at the positions of the Russian army in Kiev. All the Russians who stood firm in the city could only look dryly at the flying shells in the sky. The trajectory falls within the city.As a city with a long history, the clods on the bricks of the ancient city wall in Kiev were blown up and splashed everywhere like sawdust.Further inside, many buildings in the city became crumbling, and the black smoke from the flames could be seen in a radius of more than ten miles.

Now, we have successfully besieged Kiev and won two small games, so how to make the next step is on the agenda.

"Attack Kiev to capture this kind of city? Anyway, the old warlord's order is to let us go north to besiege Kiev and restrain the Russian army from Minsk. Why don't we stick to it after we take this city? Your Excellency, Commander of the Legion , we ask for the honor of planting the eagle flag on the head of Kiev!"

The two legion leaders who missed the two battles were eager to try.

"Will the attack cause damage to the troops of the Empire, and will it also cause damage to the fortifications, with a destroyed city against the defenders of Minsk?"

"It is estimated that the supplies will be too much. Our transportation vehicles can only carry supplies for less than two months at most."

"You are all cowards in the final analysis! How can a brave Roman be afraid of death! Commander of the legion, let me lead the team. I will personally plant the Roman flag on the top of Kiev!"

"How did you talk!"

"Enough!" Seeing that a good military meeting was about to turn into a quarrel, Uncle Zimiskia stopped the two army commanders, "I don't want to capture Kiev. Okay, you all come here, I will issue an order .”

The main force stayed put, besieged Kiev, sent cavalry, and asked the Poles to cooperate in destroying the forces of the pro-Russian Polish nobles in the surrounding area. Before the main Russian army in Minsk made a move, this was the next step for Rome.

The commanders of the legions left one after another when they were assigned the task of mopping up. In the big tent of the military conference, only I, Uncle Zimischia, and the one-eyed old man, General Cristini, were left.

Uncle Zimischia asked: "Your Highness, what do you think of my arrangement this time?"

"The Russian garrison in Minsk not only has to undertake the task of defending the territory, defending the Kingdom of Sweden and the German region, but also suppresses the local area part-time. The number of Russian garrisons is the highest in several aspects of the Russian army, with more than 7 people. Captured Kiev, but also to defend Kiev, not to mention the loss of troops during the siege, but the fortifications after the destruction are not enough for another offensive and defensive battle, and the city simply cannot accommodate tens of thousands of us. With our tens of thousands The human force sticks here, although it can attract the Russian army to the greatest extent, but it is also very likely to catch up with us, and even drag down the main force of the Svyatoslav army, which is not worth the loss." I thought about the disadvantages of sticking to Kiev, I feel that this place is really tasteless. Who made the supply line so long? Take everything away, move everything that can be moved away, so that the Russians going south will not even have anything to eat, which will be very beneficial to our future operations.”

Uncle Zimiskia nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, that's what I mean, trap Kiev, let our army eat the food nearby, and let the Russian army in Minsk have no food to use after they come here !"

Except for Rome, European countries basically do not need to prepare and supply food for the army. They have almost no logistical burden and no such concept, so it is a tradition to eat wherever they go.Unexpectedly, the tactics that the Russians used to defeat the Swedes, Napoleon, and Hitler actually let us use them.

Uncle Zimiskia gave me a task later, to bring all the Polish vassal cavalry to each legion to ask for three battalions of imperial infantry, and he gave me two battalions of chasseurs to match with my breastplate The cavalry battalion cordially visits the Poles centered on Zhitomyr, as far as they can.

Since the task is to be done before the Russians arrive, it is natural that the sooner they leave, the better.The command of the Chaser Battalion belonged to Uncle Zimiskia on the first day, so the selection of the Chaser did not need me to think about it. I immediately took the order given by Uncle Zimischia to the dignitaries of the major legions.

The first three legions that had been in contact with the enemy had some casualties, and they were exhausted after a forced march, so those people were not within my consideration, so the three infantry battalions had to come from the two new legions chosen.

Hippias, the commander of the Fifth Sparta Legion, received me very kindly. The loud voice and impassioned behavior of this fat middle-aged man in his 50s just now in the military camp gave me the impression that he wanted to die for Rome immediately. very profound.Knowing that I need the strength of three infantry battalions, he immediately said boldly that I can choose any battalion headquarters in the army.

Hippias quickly assembled the soldiers in the legion and arranged them in the legion's camp with the battalion headquarters as a unit.

"I'm really envious of your Highness being able to lead troops into battle!" Hippias, the commander of the Fifth Spartan Army, suddenly said such emotion to me for no reason.

I smiled and asked him back: "Aren't we all working for the empire now?"

"Your Highness, I am a commoner in Anatolia. Fighting, brawling, and stealing things from the homes of those heretics are common things. I have been used to speaking directly with my fists since I was a child. I am a simple person. War. You should use your fists to speak, the army has already been killed, why are you besieging a city, look at those generals of noble origin, one or two are making excuses for their cowardice!" Hippias complained.

"Are you also dissatisfied with the strategy of the legion command?" I thought thoughtfully.

Hippias didn't care about who Uncle Zimischia was mine: "Yes!"

"You are a general of great character."

I gave this slippery general a rather pertinent evaluation with both hands behind my back, no matter what, I have noticed such a person.

"I just like going straight to the point."

Hippias straight to the point?

I was still wondering why among the several legion commanders he was so keen on attacking and even threatened to lead the team to take down the city of Kiev himself. He dared to fight for performance in front of me, and the reason was that he just said that he was a civilian.

The civilians of the empire generally achieve the position of legion commander, and it is difficult to climb up. At this time, based on the experience and strategies accumulated over hundreds of years, the civilians who are legion commanders have a title of knight. At this time, the most secure The method is to find a middle- and lower-class noble lady or a rich and wealthy family to marry, lay the foundation for future heirs, and make the grandson a baron or viscount within three generations.But there are also some civilians who are appreciated by the great nobles who can often soar into the sky, just like the old scum, his title before his death was a military earl.

Having selected two infantry battalions, I left Hippias' barracks and went to the [-]th Reinstein's Legion. I chose an infantry battalion. After the three infantry battalions were selected, it was evening and it was time for the barracks dinner.

In the army, the staple food is bread, and the meat is mainly beef and pork. Due to the belief of the Orthodox Church, the army will change to fish cream and even vegetarian meals during Lent. Of course, these are provided in the usual station. food.

When it comes to marching in peacetime, the food provided by the Roman barracks comes from the traditional method of the Vikings, "stew".

The staple food is still 1 pound of bread. After a day of marching, the soldiers gathered around the marching pot after receiving the bread, and put olive oil, meat, vegetables, radishes, onions and salt into the pot to stew slowly. The remaining bottom of the pot will be kept for the next day. If there is a shortage of vegetables and other materials, just put bread and biscuits in boiling water and stir them into paste.

Next to each marching pot, the company affairs officer led the standard bearer to do the work of the cook in charge of the spoon and distribute the food.Soldiers, having received their bread and food, would sign their names with the company steward before receiving their daily ration of wine.In the Roman army, wine was as important as condoms and chocolate to the Midi soldiers.

In my Atalandi Cavalry Battalion, as the battalion commander, I received the same meal, and only used bread to eat dinner that was as muddy as the dish, and a person swaggering past the camp gate showed me You have to straighten your eyes.

The German female Wenqing appeared, and she was wearing a dark blue and white border foreign cadet officer's uniform, wearing a blue shoulder strap, and wearing a three-cornered hat. This guy who likes beauty even pinned a piece on the edge ornaments and a few ostrich feathers.

The first thought I saw when I saw Felicia was to think of stealing military secrets, but this is not the 21st century, there are so many diplomats who pay to work as trainees in his army, as the number one in the army. start.

"What is she doing here? The Roman army doesn't just pay money to be an officer and learn secretly." The elusive Assassin suddenly came out from behind me.

I couldn't help laughing: "I think my father asked her to come. There is a Prussian prince in the Roman army. It is a good choice to scare the Russians."

While the two of us were talking, Felicia came over, and she said hello, "Yo!", and then looked at Assassin next to her.

"your friend?"

"My bodyguard. Hans is here?"

"Yes, that's why I came to you."

"Sure enough." I turned my head and smiled hard at Asa. ______________________________________________ Some children’s shoes said that France is a big agricultural country, so it can make eggs, and Rome can use olive oil...In fact, in the campaign against Russia, the eggs of Napoleon’s Grand Corps were not shipped from France. Those eggs are all kind The local French bankers held high the tricolor flag of [Freedom], [Democracy] Democracy, and [Revolution]... They snatched it from the old Russian uncle.Of course, the big [wave] wave, which is a European [meat] toilet, also contributed a part, and Prussia also contributed a part... Also, I read a document a few days ago. At a certain period in 1830, the price of oil was at Seven times as many eggs in London...5 times as many in North America....

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