In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

The enemy was marching very fast, and even with the harassment of Texas cowboys, by the afternoon of the next day, at the foot of the mountain, the Union Jack flag and the stars and stripes of the colonial garrison were already flying.

They built the camp in an orderly manner. The colonial garrison divisions from Quebec, New Brunswick, Virginia, Lower Canada, and Pennsylvania looked quite relaxed and gathered together casually, puffing on cigarettes.

These colonial garrisons belong to the local combat order and often fight against indigenous tribes and wild beasts. Many of the officers leading the teams are veterans who have participated in suppressing the Indian Uprising and the War of Spanish Succession.

As for the native troops who had fought against the Texans, most of them looked nervous as if they were facing a powerful enemy. Many people gathered together, took out a cross amulet that almost everyone had, and prayed for blessings from the priest who accompanied the army.

The colonial garrison couldn't help laughing when they saw the attitude of the so-called "local elites", and their hearts were filled with a sense of superiority.

"Look, this group of pampered locals were frightened by the Texans after losing a battle. I guess any ferocious beast in the wilderness can make them wet their crotches and cry for mother."

"The local elites are probably not as good as our security police there. I really don't understand what they are afraid of."

"That's right, they're just a group of werewolves. What kind of invulnerability and immortality--heh, I don't believe that flesh and blood can withstand the bombardment of siege artillery!"

As he said that, the officer started boasting: "The last time we were dealing with the Iroquois, the wizards in their tribe were planning to perform blood sacrifices and perform evil spells, but I called the artillery to clear the ground and wait for us to pass. When I checked, there was no trace of any statues or formations left. "

General George naturally noticed that the morale of his soldiers was not high. He took two guards and strode to the "podium" made up of several ammunition boxes, and shouted: "Young men, you heard Are those taunts aimed at you?"

"The Fourth Infantry Division, which has always been known as an elite force, have you abandoned your honor?"

"Did the Texans use some insidious magic to make you timid when we had just landed on the coast and had a weak foothold? Don't forget that the Knights of St. George are with us this time. God is also watching us in heaven. Take heart, my soldiers. You will wash away your shame with the glory of victory and return home with a rich bounty. This is my message to you, George Irvine. promise!"

"Glory to the United Kingdom!"

After General George boosted the morale of the 3rd Infantry Division, he did not stop. Instead, he continued to move forward and inspected various military camps. He waited until evening before returning to the headquarters. He happened to meet up with someone who had just returned from patrolling the front line. Marshal Julian.

General George hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, Marshal, the fortress built by the Texans looks quite impressive. Our reserves of artillery shells are limited. If we cannot break through the enemy's defenses before the shells are exhausted, we will only We can wait for deployment from the local area.”

Thanks to Britain's emasculation of colonial industry, the huge British North America didn't even have a cannonball production line of its own. There were only some gun production lines in the territory that originally belonged to the Thirteen Colonies.

The rest, in the vast colonies, are mostly small workshops that produce firearms, which satisfy local security and are acceptable for hunting, but are far from enough to supplement military use.

Julian shook his head and said: "You are worrying too much. With the industrial base of the Texans, it is impossible for them to use reinforced concrete to build New Basilicata into a real fortress city. As long as our airship Flying over the enemy's head and throwing hundreds of tons of artillery shells, even if the Texans really built a 'Fort Liege', it would be razed to the ground."

Admiral George hesitated to speak. In his battle report, he had clearly stated the weakness of the airship in the face of the enemy's dragon. If the enemy's dragon was not dealt with, the airship fleet would be of no use at all.

Marshal Julian seemed to have expected what he wanted to say, and said bluntly: "Admiral George, you have dealt with the enemy's dragon. I need you to arrange a killing strategy, whether it is to trap or capture , or kill it, we must deal with the enemy's dragon, and let our airship fleet pour hundreds of tons of aerial bombs onto the enemy's head!"

Admiral George said solemnly: "Then I need the assistance of the Iron Duke and all the Royal Mage Group. The enemy's dragon is very cunning. I need you to give me some time. Before that, the floating airship must not be used easily. ”

"Yes, but you should know that the time I can give you is very limited. If it can be delayed indefinitely, we might as well just trap these Texans in the mountains and wait for a few years, and they can only Looking for mice to eat in the mountains."

Marshal Julian stared at General George's eyes like a falcon: "The meaning of this war has changed now. You should know that we can only succeed and cannot fail - the glory belongs to the United Kingdom."

General George responded solemnly: "Glory belongs to the United Kingdom."

It would have been fine if he had been transferred back to his homeland before on the charge of being "unfavorable in combat", but he did not do so. Instead, he was accused of "delivering meritorious service". Once he was successful, all the previous incidents would naturally be exposed, but if If you lose, not only will your future be ruined, but your family's reputation will also be affected, and you may even be jailed.

There was no way out for him.

…

Leon and his reconnaissance team have retreated to the mountains, and now they are looking far away at the camp being set up by the British army.

Leon looked at the piles of ammunition boxes and the endless packhorses on the road in the distance, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "These damn British, looking at their posture, they really treat us as a big enemy."

A centurion smiled bitterly and said: "Isn't this something to be proud of? The only ones who can make the world hegemon treat them so cautiously are those Gallic roosters."

"Come on, don't flatter us. If it weren't for Mr. Losa, we might not be able to withstand the first round of attacks from the British, let alone the French, the world's number one army."

Baron Charles, who was about to speak, suddenly showed a satisfied look on his face.

Leon, who was observing Baron Charles, rolled his eyes.

An elite leader murmured worriedly: "If the enemy really lets these shells hit our heads, we won't have enough lives to fill it. Seeing them leisurely setting up camp there is more painful than killing me."

Leon frowned and said: "Don't be impulsive. The enemy has been prepared for a long time. The tribe has sent more than a few rangers, but only a few of them have returned to join us?"

Baron Charlie said seriously: "If those things explode, the power must be very large. In this case, why not let me go? I can spray dragon fire. As long as I get close to those ammunition boxes, I will definitely blow them all up!"

Leon was a little moved. After all, according to Charlie, if they all died, it would only be equivalent to having a nightmare.

And Charlie, a somewhat vain guy, undoubtedly hoped that his exit would be like the last thunder in the storm.

Finally, he shook his head: "Forget it, there is more than one chance. The enemy has just arrived at our feet, and it is the most vigilant time. It is better to slow down and find out the details of the enemy."

Who knows what is in those so-called ammunition boxes?

Even if Charlie is really a self-propelled bomb, it is better to find out the location of the enemy's white crystal bombs before considering action.

"Let's retreat and go back to Wolfburg."