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Chapter 145 The troops are approaching the city
It is now the season between summer and autumn, neither too cold nor too hot, which is very suitable for waging war.

The wheat and potatoes in Beach Town are almost ready to be harvested. The harvest of this batch of grain has greatly alleviated Chris's food pressure, and he can use 80% of the funds to purchase military supplies.

And just at this moment, the Republic's army arrived and launched an attack on the Bolas Fortress.

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"Thank you, Mother Earth, you're finally here!" Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence excitedly shook the cavalry captain's hand, tears streaming down his face. He showed none of the proper demeanor a superior officer should have towards his junior. The reason was simple: Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence's recent experiences had been truly torturous.

He felt like a shepherd with five thousand lambs surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves. Ten teams of scouts were sent out, but only two returned. From day to night, enemies were lurking outside the camp, ready to attack.

During this time, Lawrence also tried to launch a counterattack and clear out the evil spirits outside.

However, the large force swept the area three times. The first time, it was somewhat effective. The second time, the enemy killed a company of auxiliary soldiers. The third time, nearly a hundred enemies rushed into the camp and almost killed the vanguard.

As for the so-called bait and the task of building siege equipment for the army, that was out of the question.

The enemy had smashed several holes in the walls of the vanguard army's camp, and the ammunition and food were almost exhausted. The morale of the soldiers was extremely low. From the original 5,000 soldiers, only 3,000 were left hiding in the camp.

Just when Lawrence was almost in despair, he could not help but disobey the military order of "staying where you are and cutting enough wood at all costs" and retreated without authorization. At this time, the cavalry company sent by the Lieutenant General of the Republic finally arrived, and their arrival obviously meant that the army was behind them.

The cavalry captain brought news of reinforcements, which gave Lawrence hope again. He wiped the tears from his face and tried to calm himself down.

"Captain, how many reinforcements are there?"

"One hundred and fifty."

"What!?"

Lawrence's expression froze instantly.

"Has Admiral Dalek given up the war?"

"No, he just took his army ahead and went to the other side of Bolas Fortress."

"what?"

"Lieutenant Colonel, the Lieutenant General asked me to tell you that you completed your mission very well."

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"That's okay too!?"

Chris sighed, standing on the top of Bolas Fortress, holding a telescope and looking towards the horizon. Under the crowded and slightly yellow treetops, an army was marching towards Bolas Fortress from the dirt road in the northeast.

Honestly, when the Republic's vanguard army was being bullied miserably by the novice players one after another, Chris began to think about the former's real mission... Could this be a target set up by the Republic specifically for me to hit in order to attract my attention?

After all, if attacking from south to north, the attackers would have to cross a trench about 20 meters wide that could not be filled before they could reach the wall of Bolas Fortress.

With such rugged terrain, how many siege towers and ladders would the Republic’s army have to build, and how many casualties would it have to suffer, before they could scale the walls of the Bolas Fortress?
If we don't count the military difficulty and only count the engineering, the Republican Army is capable of building equipment that can cross the "canyon trench".

But how to get close to Bolas Fortress became a problem... The guards hiding in this two-hundred-year-old fortress had muskets and cannons in their hands.

So, Lieutenant General Dalek came up with a strategy... a detour.

A vanguard was sacrificed, and then Lieutenant General Dalek led the 3rd Infantry Regiment to a place only 50 kilometers away from Bolas Fortress, using local materials and his own huge manpower to build a wooden bridge that would allow the army to cross the canyon.

If Chris had a staff, if he was a genius in the military field, if his scouts were more extensive, and the players' attention was not too focused on the 5,000-man vanguard, Chris should be able to discover the actions of the 3rd Infantry Regiment and prevent them from crossing the Bolas Canyon.

This was Chris's problem. Fortunately, while the Republic's Third Infantry Regiment was stalling for time, concealing their presence, and allowing this regiment, which, according to scouts, numbered nearly 20,000 men, to expend time and energy crossing the Bolas Canyon, Chris wasn't idle either.

He was very busy training soldiers, building railroads, digging trenches, and casting forts.

So, when Lieutenant General Dalek rode on horseback and used a telescope to see the Bolas Fortress with his own eyes among the 20,000-strong army... he had a bit of a headache.

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The cold wind from the Kalos Mountains howled, carrying a hint of rusty coldness, and swept mercilessly through Bolas Fortress and the Republican Army Camp five kilometers away.

This imposing stone behemoth, like a silent giant, sits at the head of the Bolas Valley. Its walls wind along the steep ridge, seemingly merging with the mountain itself, with only a narrow, winding zigzag path on the west side leading to the main gate.

On the highest spire of the fortress, Chris's double-headed eagle flag fluttered in the wind.

Below the fortress hillside, on the west side is a two-kilometer-long curved trench and earth wall, which connects the two hilltops and forms a semicircular defense line in front of the fortress hillside, protecting the railway station and the fortress behind it.

In front of this line of defense are three continuous concertina wire fences, which are firmly fixed to the ground by wooden stakes and are difficult to shake. Their height does not appear to be high, and an ordinary person can easily cross them by sprinting or jumping.

But people who know the business will shudder when they see these three barbed wire fences.

"Using 20,000 people to hit this kind of rock, Lieutenant General Dalek is really crazy!"

Sergeant Pierre of the 1st Cavalry Company of the 3rd Infantry Regiment spat, his tone full of disdain and worry.

Pierre, who was standing at the front of the team beside his beloved horse, looked up at the battlements that were faintly visible in the clouds. The towering city walls seemed to reach the sky, which made him feel a little nervous.

At this moment, Pierre suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and then a whip hit his chest hard from back to front.

"Shut up, Sergeant."

The old captain, Bertrand, on horseback, pulled off his visor, revealing a face carved by time and war. A deep scar pierced his left eye, and the scar, like a hideous centipede, crawled all over his cheek.

He stared at Pierre coldly, with a hint of disdain and warning in his tone.

"If you shake the morale of the troops on the battlefield, you will be shot. If you don't want to die, stop talking nonsense."

Pierre, who was whipped by his superior, fell silent.

"Sir, what are we supposed to do here now?"

"Wait for the signal."

"What signal?"

"The signal to charge."

"what?"

Pierre was stunned. He turned around to look at the army behind him who were busy setting up camp. Only then did he realize that among the busy crowd, many people were just pretending to work.

They were quietly gathering under the cover of the crowd, still wearing armor and holding weapons.

Pierre seemed to understand.

(End of this chapter)