On the sixth day after the Mass, the time has turned to the new year of Christ.

This was the seventeenth day after Att gathered troops outside the city of Geneburgh. Except for the three or four days when the attack was stagnant due to heavy snowfall in the middle, the battle of the siege was going on almost every day, but Swabian's flag was still flying on the head of Geneburgh.

Such a slow combat process was really beyond Yat's expectations. There are many reasons. In addition to the increasing cold weather, it is mainly due to the combat will of the enemy and our army.

Yat thought that the army stationed by Schwaben in Genetborg should be excellent enough, but he did not expect that their fighting will be so tenacious. Less than 300 defenders could actually rely on the very dilapidated city defense fortifications to fight more than 1,000 siege troops.

Yat also expected that the combat effectiveness of his temporary patchwork army was really average, but he did not expect that it would be so real.

First of all, the local army on the border with more than a thousand people were pieced together. The Burgundians had never been united enough and had their own thoughts and had their own thoughts. Such bad habits were fully withdrawn in the team formed by Ate. At the beginning, the noble officers led the troops could still work together under the command of Viscount Jonn and the Knight Odo, and launched a fierce offensive against Genet, but as the cold winter spread day by day, the offensive was fierce day by day, and the casualties increased day by day, and the lord officers who led their troops began to think about it.

Anyway, they received salary and enjoyed military rations per day, and these mercenaries like mercenaries began to passively respond and shirk each other. They were unwilling to let their soldiers be the main force in attacking, and they fought for some second-line combat tasks such as combat equipment, feint attack assistance, and flanking cover. Even when they were forced to attack, they would not work hard, and they would immediately retreat if there was a slight loss of war.

Odog was unable to control himself, and Jon was unwilling to offend the lords and officers too much, and he never gotten away with the Gerneburg for more than ten days.

The second is the more than 500 prisoners. The combat power of these prisoners is greater than that of the local border soldiers who temporarily pieced together. It is not that the prisoners have strong combat qualities, but mainly because their fighting enthusiasm and fighting will are significantly higher than those local border soldiers who "savvy their lives."

However, as time goes by, the prisoner soldiers also began to shake.

After several battles, especially the outer blockade of Geneburgh half a month ago, the prisoners were killed and injured. More than 500 prisoners had been killed in battle, and those seriously injured were unable to survive.

The reason why the prisoners dared to fight to the death was because they wanted to live and gain a free identity. As the casualties increased day by day, the prisoners felt that the chance of surviving became smaller and they began to feel a little bit of change in their hearts.

The most important thing is that Yat promised that the three-month service period was getting closer. They watched the war still stalemate, their hearts became tighter and tighter, and their combat power naturally became worse and worse. As a last resort, Yat had begun to plan to maintain their combat effectiveness by giving prisoners military pay.

Finally, there were the troops affiliated with Yat himself, namely the soldiers of various units of the former Wells Legion.

The Wells Legion is Yat's core combat power, sharing the honor and disgrace of Yat. They are the most elite and brave warriors, but at the same time they are human beings and have their own emotions.

When they went to the Northern Expedition, it was a very hot summer, but now it was a deep winter with cold wind and cold snow. For more than half a year, the soldiers were exhausted in fighting every day. Such high-intensity battles gradually squeezed the morale of the army, especially those ordinary soldiers with family members in the valley. They really missed their wives, children and parents.

Such morale decline cannot be stopped by a sumptuous dinner or military reward of several copper coins.

Yat was very anxious. More than 2,000 soldiers and hundreds of horses, mules, donkeys and livestock consumed a huge amount of food and supplies every day. The entire army's daily military expenditure exceeded 15,000 Finneys. Moreover, the baggage team responsible for raising food and grass and the caravans going out to buy food became increasingly inconvenient. Not only because the snowflakes often blocked the road, but also because the food nearby could be raised and purchased less and less, they had to run further afield to raise food and grass for the army.

The worst thing is that news has been heard on the Western Front that the city of Besançon is about to be captured, and the Restoration Army will soon enter the Burgundy Court.

There is not much time left for Yat...

On the third day of the New Year of Christ, the weather was cold and heavy snow covered the road.

Yat led 720 cavalry and infantry back to the Burgundian garrison camp outside Geneburgh. As Yat personally led the army, the former Wells Legion heavy armored infantry team, crossbow team and a battle flag team, and another 150 local border troops were transferred to Walloonburgh to garrison.

At this time, the total strength of the garrison camp in Genet was nearly 2,000.

Three days ago, Yat personally led a mixed army of 700 cyclists to defeat Count Landi's rescue army fifteen miles east of Geneburgh, and killed 35 enemies with the cycling formation, killing 15 people himself. After resisting Swabian reinforcements this time, Yat could no longer bear the fighting rhythm of Geneburgh, and led his army back to Geneburgh, intending to organize an siege in person.

He should have come back to command the siege battle in person, but the key to this battle is to resist Swabian reinforcements, so Yat had to be trapped in the outer battlefield.

But now he didn't care about that much, so he could only take the snow-covered road and quickly take the elite back to the city and command the siege in person.

The weather was very cold and snowflakes were everywhere, but the Burgundy garrison camp outside the castle was noisy and lively.

The first thing Yat did when he returned to the garrison camp was not to hold the siege army responsible, but to slaughter all the pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks that remained in the camp into more than a dozen deep barrels and large pots with hot mist and aroma.

Ordinary soldiers could have a delicious meal of stewed pork with wheat paste, while officers and lords at all levels gathered in a military tent that could accommodate forty or fifty people in the middle of the camp to enjoy delicious wine and food.

After three rounds of wine, the lords and officers had already started to get slightly drunk, and their drunkenness also climbed onto their faces.

In the extremely lively military tent, more than a dozen officers belonging to Att always lowered their heads and ate food while occasionally politely put on a sip of wine. They could not get drunk tonight because Att, who was sitting at the head of the military tent and drinking with Viscount Jon, was never drunk. His eyes were often scanned at the people in the tent.

The atmosphere had reached its peak. Yat picked up the wine glass and toasted Viscount Jon, drank it in one gulp, then poured the wine again and stood up and raised it to face everyone.

"Everyone! Everyone! Gentlemen, gentlemen!"

The sound of cups and cups in the camp gradually stopped.

"Everyone, who are you fighting for?" Yat suddenly asked softly.

Everyone did not expect that Yat suddenly asked such an inexplicable sentence. They didn't understand what Yat wanted to express for a while. They were stunned for a moment and whispered to each other.

"For the palace~"

"For the East ~"

"For Burgundy~"

Everyone answered sparsely.

Yat did not speak, and walked to the two officers who were blushing with their glasses at the side of the camp, and smiled, "Morris, who do you think you are fighting for?"

Morris was the leader of the Jonah border. He was originally the commander of a military fort on the east side of Genet. Now the fort has been burned to scorched earth by Schwabians, but this guy ran to the rear with his subordinates to hide. If Yat's army had not suddenly appeared in the eastern border, he would have probably taken his thirty or forty defeated soldiers to become bandits.

I heard that after Yat summoned the army to fight, this guy came to recruit, of course, a guy like this could only come for his salary.

Morris burped and said in a heavy voice: "Of course, for the sake of the entire Eastern Realm, we must pierce Schwabian's son with the iron sword in our hands, haha!"

Morris laughed and pinched the cone-shaped wine glass and drank it in one sip, which caused everyone to burst into laughter.

But Yat did not laugh. He patted Morris on the shoulder, and the smile on his face became colder and colder, "Morris, you are not fighting for the East. The guardian of the East is Count Ballwin, not me, Atwood Wells. The food you eat is mine, and the military pay you receive is mine."

Morris' drunkenness was not yet gone, "Yes, we received the salary from Lord Ate. I want to thank Lord Ate for his generosity!" As he said that, he was dizzy and looked for a barrel to pour wine.

But Yat ignored Morris. He paced in the camp and said loudly: "Morris, he disobeyed twice in the past ten days of attacking Geneburgh, and fought passively three times. When he attacked the north gate of Geneburgh five days ago, he received the enemy and repelled it, resulting in the feint failure and the frontal attack of the Kazak Banner team, who was besieged by the enemy in the North Wall, killed five people and injured eight people."

"Military and legal team dragged Morris down and beheaded, and his head hung on the gate of the camp. Morris's army was detained immediately, and anyone who dared to resist was killed on the spot!"

Yat's voice was not loud, but the military tent suddenly became quiet.

Before everyone could react, a team of soldiers wearing heavy armor had already rushed in from outside the military tent...

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