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Stunaras is the most ordinary Romans from the Anatolian region. He has the same background and experience as most Anatolian Romans. He comes from a small mountain village in the mountains of Anatolian. When he was a child, he let go of horses, shepherds sheep, and steals eggs from his neighbors. He believes that the Romans in Anatolian were the bravest people in the empire. The empire lasted for hundreds of years with their efforts. He had a wonderful childhood before the invasion of the pagans. And like many people, he was once scared by the great voice of the pagans and lost the dignity and pride that a Roman should have.

But if anyone dares to mention this now, Stunaras will definitely let the other party taste the power of his old boxing. He is confident that he can punch out all the teeth in the other party's mouth with one punch.

As a soldier who has been in the army for fifteen years, Stunaras is a standard veteran. As a veteran, he has seen many storms. So a few days ago, he did not participate in the confusing discussion of the recruits because he ran to the north and then to the south. For Stunaras, running around was just a common thing, and as a soldier, he just had to do what he said above, and don't think so much. However, although Stunaras did not understand the reason, the veteran intuition told him that the war was coming. In order to maintain the dignity of being a veteran in front of the recruits, he began to remind the newly recruited soldiers to be prepared for the battle.

Then two days later, in the admiration of the recruits, the company where Stunaras was located received the order from above, and the hunting cavalry of the legion reconnaissed the enemy's existence. The Prussians who were leading the way even fought briefly and fiercely with the French around some locations. If the two sides had not met too late, the decisive battle would have begun today. So, if nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow will be the day for the battle.

Stunaras has always been very welcome to the decisive battle, but this time, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. There was no way, his only son was in the army like him. The two were not in the same company, but in the same infantry regiment. If so, Stunaras actually had nothing to worry about, but this time, the battalion of their Second Infantry regiment received a very special order. The second battalion of their Second Infantry regiment would cooperate with the bastards of the First and Third Infantry regiments to carry out harassment tactics. This means that when his son was lined up, he could not stare at the other party with both eyes!

So, for Stunaras, this time, he was more nervous than smashing the enemy's teeth with his fists and a stock. He was afraid that he would be embarrassed. He was scared to pee by the cannon, afraid that he would be hit, and afraid that he would be stabbed to death by the French with a bayonet. For a moment, Stunaras really wanted to pull the idiot son with a stick, throw it into the grass, and when the battle was over, he picked him out, and then let him escape in the battle and go back to his hometown in Anatolia to plant the fields for the rest of his life.

However, in the end, Stunaras did not do so.

As the Romans fought for Rome, he could not deprive his son of his rights, nor could he be ruined. So he spent all night to sort out his equipment, clean the barrel of the gun, prepare the flint, and tell the guy what to do and what not to do.

Finally, he told the idiot son that he must bring his protective cross. Stunaras picked up the rifled gun that had been sent to him recently and returned to the team.

At five o'clock in the morning, the German morning drifted away the thin fog as usual. While Rome was mobilizing and setting up formations, the French had to make some moves.

The battalion where Stunaras was located received a command and moved from the center to the left wing. The combat target was issued. Their mission was to harass the enemy's line infantry on the left wing. If they were found to be attacked by cavalry, they would adapt to the situation!

To put it easily, it sounds nice, it is like a young man who was thrown out of the house by his father as living expenses and then was sent away by a saying "Say it's up" and only had a few Solidus. What should you do if you ask him to do?

More than a thousand people in the entire battalion dispersed in companies and waited slowly. It was about eight o'clock. When the fog was dissipating, the figures of the French were gradually seen in the distance. The French troops appeared one company after another, which made the Romans, including Stunaras, fear the number of the French. However, as a proud veteran, Stunaras could not help but say something to calm the morale of the recruits under his command.

"If the number of people is compared, the Muslims in the south are more spectacular. I just don't know if these French guys are so good at playing the ball."

"Sir, are the French great?"

"Fortunately, when those Prussians mentioned the French as if they were pagans, they knew that these Germans had been beaten up by those Gauls."

"is that so?"

"Isn't it?"

"That, we don't know how to speak German."

“…”

The bright champagne color and the naturally luxurious blue are the French uniforms. Even though they fought against the French in the Netherlands many times, they were not even more shocking than the French army seen in the mountainous areas of the border between the Duchy of Hesse and the Principal of Brunswick.

The iris flag flying above declares who the owner of this army is. The dragon-like cavalry rolls forward. Each company walking out of the distance slowly swallows the earth under its feet like a moving steel fortress. In the gaps between the companies, there will always be a company dozens of meters behind to make up for it, layer after layer, and the flaws of the line-line formation that are too thin and thin, as if they do not exist at all.

The dense French army was not even like the 29,000 people mentioned in the report, but we were not bad either. The number of people was not inferior to the French, and even more. However, the military uniforms of the Prussians were much dimmer than those of the French. The entire Prussian army looked like beggars compared to the French in their gorgeous military uniforms.

"Is the French army really only 30,000?" The first time I saw Felletlia's voice trembling when she saw such a big scene. This was not fighting against Carl Twelve, a Swedish second-rate powerhouse, but the overwhelming army with France almost made me stare so much that my eyes fell out, not to mention her 18th-century female literary girl who had not been bombarded by Hollywood epic blockbusters.

"The intelligence should be correct."

We met the French army in the mountains forty-five kilometers southwest of Brunswick. Although we could not see the whole French army, I believe that when the French army was traveling, it turned out that the French army in Hesse could not accept reinforcements from the south.

"Commander, I think you should take a closer look. The French army has a lot of cavalry, and the French army has begun to show cannons on the left wing."

Eugene was a very strange person. In normal occasions and in the past, he would use the honorific saying "You are so high that you are boundless" to replace our Roman emperor, but since he became an advisor and on the battlefield, he began to use the title of commander.

"Last night, the vision was not good enough. I didn't expect that the highland was so big. Now we couldn't take down the enemy's left-wing highland. Do we have to take down that highland now? The artillery range of that highland can cover the villages occupied by Prince Dessau. With French cannon bombardment, our defense below will suffer a lot." Schweilin was wrinkled with wrinkles.

"If Earl Schweiling takes the initiative to attack and seize the French high ground, this is the opposite of our defensive counterattack plan." Constance reminded.

"Then let the French army rush to attack Prince Dessau's positions?"

"Which village is important?"

Faced with the problem of Felletlia, I can only explain this way: "If the French army wants to win beauty, they have to capture that village. However, although that highland is troublesome, letting the French army occupy that highland does not mean that we will be passively beaten in the battle behind."

Our situation is that we come from north to south. Due to the low north and high mountainous terrain in Germany, yesterday's first collision, we occupied a village on the plain, while the French army was on the contrary. They occupied the advantage of the mountains and occupied a highland suitable for the arrangement of artillery positions.

If the French army did not have too many cavalry, I might have chosen to retreat for a distance, but through Assassin, I learned that the French army actually had more than 5,000 cavalrymen, so I would rather endure the bombardment of artillery fire here. The reason I issued a death order yesterday was to let Prince Dessau take down that village because this village built at the foot of the mountain was a reef that blocked the torrent of French cavalry. The central infantry on the front could rely on the village to resist the large-scale charge of the cavalry, and could also force the French to attack us.

"Although the French army cannot organize large-scale cavalry charges on the front, after artillery bombardment, we can still destroy our infantry by attacking the cavalry regiments, so I think we should not underestimate the bombardment intensity of those cannons." Constance retracted the telescope with concern and said, "And considering that the terrain on the left is flattering, I think the French army will choose the left wing to charge."

"So, we need to strengthen the left-wing troops?" Eugene said at this moment.

Constance looked over and I knew that the guy was not paying attention: "Our cavalry, don't move. He ordered Prince Dessau to tell him that they retreated to the back half of the village to defend, and arranged two infantry regiments on the left wing, and must withstand the first wave of the French offensive. The scattered soldiers of the First Infantry Regiment of the Fifth Spartan Legion on the left wing harassing the French as the French attacked the village positions in the middle."

"By the way." Only then did I think of an important question, "What's the name of that small village?"
Chapter completed!