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Chapter 191: Vanguard Battle (I)

After seven days of fighting in this scouting battle, the players finally relied on their superior skills to carve out several gaps in the Minissians' cordon on King's Plain.

The prince's army gained a precious opportunity. Without any hesitation, Chris immediately commanded his troops to go out of the mountains and occupy a place where they could gain a foothold.

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"Beep beep beep..."

A sharp whistle rang in his ears. Jacques, who was in the queue, crushed a piece of ice with his boots made of unknown leather. Looking at the black soil, he couldn't help but sigh.
"What fertile land!"

Jacques is a hunter and he has cultivated the land, but his grandfather was also a farmer, and even the entire Shanjian Village used to be made up of honest farmers.

Why did you become a hunter?

The reason is very simple...the land was expropriated.

Who did it?
There is no longer any mention of this matter. The fathers have forgotten it, and Jacques naturally doesn't know about it either.

Until now, after Prince Chris distributed land to the young men from Shanjian Village who joined the army, the hunters in Shanjian Village naturally changed from a hunting village to a farming village.

The local landlords with land and the villagers without land rented their land to cultivate the land and picked up the hoes left behind by their grandfathers.

Farming is hard work, but hunting is even more difficult, risky, and the returns are extremely unstable.

Being a hunter requires tracking prey in the dense forest for several days, enduring hunger and cold, just for a bite of food to fill your stomach.

You need to confront wild beasts in the deep mountains, your heart beating like a drum, but you cannot retreat at all. Every time you go out, there is a possibility that you may not come back.

For example, when a hunter goes into the mountains and accidentally encounters creatures like bears and tigers, do you think the hunter will make a fortune or become a takeaway?

Given a choice, few people would be willing to be a hunter.

Jacques was unwilling to do so either. His father became lame in one leg because he fell in the mountains, and his mother did not want her son to follow in his father's footsteps. Now Jacques could become a landlord through his military achievements, allowing their whole family to live a stable life. This was undoubtedly the best choice.

"Beep beep beep..."

The whistle sounded again, and this time it was more rapid and shrill, causing Jacques to raise his head and look into the distance... but his sight was blocked by the backs of several heads in front of him, and he could only barely make out the dust waves in the sky and the faint sound of dense horse hooves.

"Commander Jacques, the enemy is coming. They are a large group of cavalry. Please be careful and hide under my shield. They will definitely shoot at us."

A shield-bearing sergeant beside him said to Jacques in a flattering manner, holding the shield high in his hand so high that it could be used as a parasol.

Jacques frowned, but did not reject the sergeant's kindness, because his job was not to kill the enemy, but to record the military merits and performance of the soldiers and officers in the battle.

After passing the civil service exam, Jacques naturally left the militia and became a noble master in the eyes of others... a big shot who could earn a huge salary by sitting in the office without going out.

However, when the war came, Jacques, who was still doing clerical work in the town of Beach, was forced to enlist again and became a warlord.

Prince Chris's duties as a military commander were simple: to fight alongside the troops, maintain their discipline, record their performance in battle, and record the exploits of brave soldiers and officers, writing about their glory for post-battle rewards and promotions. This was why the sergeants beside Jacques were so concerned about his safety.

If he died, the brothers who fought hard in the front could only have their military achievements reported by their superior officers. Without the commander-in-chief as a witness, the value and authenticity of the report would be greatly reduced.

"Everyone prepare to fight, everyone prepare to fight!"

An officer on horseback, wearing a blue coat and an Ω pattern on his shoulder armor, ran past the front of the army. He raised his sword, held the flag of the Ultramarines Chapter, and shouted their orders loudly.

"The musketeers begin reloading, the sword and shield company pushes the shield carts forward and sets up obstacles!"

Amid the metallic sound of musket barrels colliding, Jacques smelled what military veterans often called the "iron smell of war"... It was a mixture of gunpowder, rust, and sweat.

Jacques didn't like the taste.

Out of duty, Jacques peeked out from under his shield, looked around, and observed the performance of his team.

He saw the soldiers carrying out the officers' orders quickly and orderly, and the musketeers began to load gunpowder and bullets with skillful and rapid movements.

The sword and shield soldiers pushed the heavy shield cart slowly forward. The paint on the wooden boards of the shield cart shone faintly in the sunlight, as if it were a solid moving city wall.

"Shield car is in place!"

With a loud shout, the shield cart was pushed to the forefront, and the shield soldiers quickly fixed their shields on the shield cart, forming a dense defense line.

Behind the shield carts, the archers were ready, with arrows on the strings, waiting for the order.

Jacques's eyes swept over every soldier. He noticed a young musketeer whose hands were shaking a little, but he was still trying hard to complete the loading action. Jacques took out the record book and wrote it down with a pen.

+The First Company of Ultramarines, participating in the battle for the first time, all members were nervous but insisted on completing the mission. +
He knew that this record could change the future of some people and allow them to receive the honors and promotions they deserve after the war.

The Ultramarines trained them well and equipped them fully without any skimps or delays, which can be seen from the soldiers' equipment and mental state.

There were subtle tremors coming from the ground, as if a giant beast was grinding its teeth in the distance.

Jacques quickly raised the monocular telescope hanging on his chest. In his field of vision, an unnatural metallic reflection flashed in the silver-plated lens.

Three hundred Minissian light cavalry were seeping out from the edge of the horizon. The blue and white half-coats they wore were engraved with whale patterns, and on each side of their saddles were a flintlock rifle with a sawed-off barrel and an extended saber.

Jacques, who had received a short period of officer training, knew that these were the elite Minissian dragoons, who could shoot from a distance on horseback and charge with their sabers drawn.

Jacques swallowed hard. He remembered that his teacher in the training class, who was also an officer of the former Republic, once said that when the Minissian dragoons attacked, they would also carry light long-barreled bronze cannons that could be pulled by horses, and their firepower was accurate and fierce.

But Jacques immediately thought of the shield carts in front of the formation, and he relaxed a little... With them there, it would not be so easy for those dragoons to rush into the formation.

(End of this chapter)