Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 11 The airship attacks!

Can such a large number of troops complete the mission?

In fact, Brian himself had no idea.

But his adjutant did not raise any objection. As usual, after confirming the content of the mission, he left the meeting room and moved towards the headquarters.

The staffs and headquarters of each military region of the empire are actually composed of almost the same group of people, so he can save the step of reporting and waiting for the decision of his superiors.

This is a rare advantage in a complex bureaucratic system.

But Ryan had no idea that the headquarters was doing this.

He was busy preparing lunch for the number nine person who ran out with him.

The 502nd Battalion Camp is located in a village about six kilometers southeast.

The Farlans' attacks were directed not only at military camps and outposts, but also at large villages and towns.

The village where Ryan is currently located originally had about twenty farming households and a total of about 160 people, but now it has become deserted.

According to Lieutenant Brinkmann, after the attack on Farlane, the heads of all administrative districts on the imperial border received orders to evacuate their villagers immediately.

Ryan felt that this was a bit too much. After all, war was essentially a continuation of politics. If the enemy started a war just to kill people, they might as well send themselves to the gallows first.

This doesn't make sense, Ryan thought.

But he couldn't ask because no one had expressed their opinion on the current situation of the village being deserted.

After piling up the captured 1886 rifles into a firewood rack, Ryan picked up a torch and stuffed it into the center of the gun rack.

These rifles were not compatible with Mauser bullets, and Wolfe and his team were unable to obtain enough bullets, so destruction became the most important task.

Sitting on a large rock that was probably used to press pickles, Ryan turned his head to look at the yard behind.

Wolfe found a bucket of fresh milk from the cowshed, skimmed off the dust and grass clippings floating on it, and then started boiling it over a fire in the yard.

The rest of the soldiers found some leftover bacon and eggs and started cooking them in the farmer's kitchen.

They hadn't eaten for six hours, not to mention they had run like crazy for two kilometers in the tunnel before that. They were already starving.

Lieutenant Brinkman originally wanted to stop them, but her stomach was growling louder than anyone else's, and she lost the chance to speak on the spot.

Ryan simply told her to shut up and sit opposite him, then asked her about the information related to the war zone.

Of course, the excuse has been mentioned before - a lot of things are missing from the exploded head.

"We're currently about a hundred kilometers from the friendly camps in the rear," Lieutenant Brinkman said, spreading his map on the ground and drawing three circles on it with a pencil. "The straight-line distance from the occupied brigade camp to the border is 12 kilometers, and the distance to us is about six kilometers."

"If they send out a small team to pursue us, they might catch up with us tonight..."

After saying this, Lieutenant Brinkman glanced at Ryan, trying to see something from his face.

But her idea fell through.

Ryan held the unshaved stubble on his chin with his hand, looking at the simple confidential map that only had a few specific locations marked with red dots on the map, and the rest were all blank. He kept calculating the movement speed and relative positions of the two sides' troops in his mind.

"It's so quiet."

He muttered to himself. Ever since leaving the 502nd Battalion camp, the system that looked like a satellite map hadn't been active at all.

The only thing that had changed was the thing that looked like a task column, on which was written the words [Current Task: Join Friendly Forces].

Although the footage of the 502nd Battalion camp could still be seen, and it could be confirmed that the Farlan soldiers had retook the command post and several people were killed by the booby traps he had laid, these Farlans did not seem to want to pursue him at all.

They didn't even send out sentries to conduct reconnaissance, but just symbolically had two soldiers stand guard at the entrance of the underground passage.

wrong!

Suddenly, Ryan understood what the Farlans were thinking.

After all, this group of Farlans was only half the size of a company, and they had already lost a third of their strength under the attack of the team led by Ryan, and now there were less than a hundred people left.

Unfortunately, Ryan and his men had not left a single one alive, so these Farlanes didn't even know how many people Ryan and his men were.

From the perspective of the Farlans, they had no idea of ​​the enemy's numbers or where they were moving. They even had thirty or forty of them killed by the Imperial Army in just five minutes...

If Ryan was the commander of this group of Farlans, he would definitely not allow his troops to pursue these enemies who were fleeing through the tunnel.

The best option would be to ensure the suppression of the occupied strongholds and wait for the large force from the rear to take over.

Sighing, Ryan crossed his arms over his chest: "They probably won't pursue us, Lieutenant."

"What do you mean?" Brinkman obviously didn't understand this.

Ryan immediately explained his speculation to her and added, "We should be able to rest well today. Besides, it's too dangerous to move during the day. I don't know if enemy reconnaissance planes will fly over again."

The Voisin.III that they encountered at the beginning had attacked again an hour ago, but they probably didn't see the shadow of Ryan and his team. It just wandered around less than two kilometers away from the village and then turned back.

"We have to leave under the cover of night, right?" Lieutenant Brinkman said he understood what Ryan meant.

Ryan said nothing, just nodded.

On the side, Wolf and the others also prepared a simple lunch.

Several non-commissioned officers brought a full pot of hot water to the fire outside, diluted the wheat flour they had found with water to make a thick paste, and then poured it into the boiling water with a spoon - this could barely be considered a staple food.

The side dish was a mess of fried eggs and bacon they found, plus a bucket of cooked milk to quench their thirst.

Ryan really wasn't used to eating these things, but as long as he thought that if he ate one less bite, he would have a greater chance of being captured by those damn Farlan people, he began to force himself to stuff a bunch of these things into his stomach.

however.

Just as he was forcing himself to eat this pile of stuff that he wasn't even sure could be called food, Ryan suddenly discovered something.

Suddenly, there were many more black spots in the distant sky.

He wanted to use the system to confirm, but the distance was too far and he couldn't see it at all.

But he soon didn't need to confirm it.

Because Lieutenant Brinkman kicked over the pot of boiling water with one foot, extinguished the burning firewood, and shouted.

"Everyone take cover! Farlan's airship fleet is coming!!!"

(End of this chapter)