Chapter 37

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All the commanders had gone to the front line, but Vézé could only command the 'main force' of more than a thousand villagers in the central tent. The commanders of each troop had gone to the frontline, but Wei Ze could only command the "main force" of more than a thousand villagers in the central tent. Everyone wore a red scarf around their neck and a white cloth around their head. Without a uniform, it was extremely difficult to distinguish between friend and foe once the battle reached the scale of the entire town. Without a uniform, once the battle reached the scale of the entire town, it would be extremely difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

Vézé had also divided the villagers into twelve teams. However, when these twelve teams rushed into Wu Jia Town, Vézé had no confidence in how long the troops could maintain their formation. The only thing he could do now was to send in troops according to the situation of the battle. After that, the villagers could only kill the enemy on their own.

Vézé allowed his subordinates to take charge of their own battles. This was the result of a considerable struggle in his mind. As the troops expanded and the battle plans became more detailed, Vézé could not stand at the front line forever. He could only give the order "Brothers, charge with me" and then charge into the enemy's ranks. Even the most outstanding ancient armies would not do this. Those who did were basically grassroots. Apart from charging, there was no way they could organize a more effective attack.

Moreover, how much confidence did the supreme commander have in his troops that he had to stand at the front line and personally command? Vézé had confidence in his subordinates. Failure was the mother of success. Every setback, loss, and even failure was a price that had to be paid. Only after experiencing setbacks, losses, and even failures, people who knew how to sum up their experiences and lessons could continue to move forward. A general's success was built on the bones of thousands. Although it sounded cruel, it was a bloody fact.

As his thoughts ran wild, Vézé stood up to look at the map, and then sat down to wait with a frown. After a while, Vézé finally took out a pen and paper and began to write down all the battle plans he had made under the dim light of the oil lamp. Before Vézé had transmigrated, he had this habit. It was actually a habit of reading.

Preparing lessons, listening to lectures, doing questions, checking, reviewing, discovering problems in execution, determining what he could and could not do, and finally making targeted improvements. Every time Vézé looked at what he had written before, he could not help but laugh out loud. He even blushed in embarrassment. Looking at his past self, he always felt that he was so childish and ridiculous. But that naivety and ridiculous was precisely the process of growing up.

Gradually getting used to the brush, Vézé gradually calmed down as he wrote. Unknowingly, the sky also began to brighten. Wei Ze put down his pen and looked up at the sky. He was halfway through the plan, and it just so happened that he had reached the most important part of the first phase, the airborne assault phase. There were observation posts set up by the troops. Once the airdrop began, the troops would immediately send a message to Wei Ze. Wei Ze suddenly realized that he had made a mistake because he had rewritten the battle plan. He had forgotten to have the sentry count how many people had parachuted down.

The sky became brighter, and people rushed in. "Report!" The signalman stood at the entrance of the tent and shouted.

"Speak!" Vézé ordered calmly.

"The … the … the airborne troops have begun to move! The observation post has already sent us a message, "the signalman said breathlessly.

"How many people have jumped?" Vézé asked.

The signalman was stunned. He thought for a moment and said, "This … they did not say. They only said that the airborne troops have begun to descend in the early morning!"

"I understand. You can go back." Vézé did not make things difficult for the signalman. The observation post should have seen how many people had parachuted. Since this point was omitted in the battle plan, it could only be said that there was something wrong with the plan. If the observation post could discover this and count the number of people, it meant that the soldiers in the observation post were smart and had the potential to be promoted. If Wei Ze reprimanded the sentry post for not observing carefully enough, it would be the same as "punishing without teaching". As for venting his anger on the signalman, it was a genuine act of venting his anger on him.

In Wei Ze's view of morality, only a bastard would do something like punishing without being taught a lesson or venting one's anger on another. Vézé did not want to be a bastard. As he recorded the information he received, Vézé suddenly thought that he needed a confidential staff. One of the jobs of a confidential staff was to record the collected information. Or should the General Staff be in charge of this?

Originally, Vézé was thinking about the organization and system construction, but he could not help but think of the soldiers who had parachuted. They were all elites in the army. When they jumped off the cliff, it would be a scene of determination. The sky would be covered by a huge parachute in an instant …

This rather artistic thought did not last long. Vézé slapped himself. At this critical moment, he was still thinking about these things that had nothing to do with the battle. The process of jumping from a height of more than ten meters in the air took at most one minute. Vézé had taken the lead to jump many times, so he did not care about the feeling of flying in the air, nor did he have the energy to pay attention to the beautiful scenery or the excitement of the battle. Damn it, the ground was approaching rapidly. If they were not careful, they would be injured or even fractured. Everyone's mind was filled with thoughts of landing safely. Who had the time to think so much!

To calm himself down, Vézé sat down and continued to write. If the parachuting went smoothly, the troops would occupy the back wall as soon as possible and set up rope ladders. Hu Chenghe did not only bring 36 parachuting troops. The second soldier was transferred to the back wall. If they could climb over the wall and enter Wujia Town, the first phase of the battle would be a great success. If they did not succeed, the 36 brothers could only do their best to attract the attention of the enemy in the town and mislead the enemy into thinking that Vézé's attack was at the back wall. The two soldiers under Wei Changrong, who had experienced the attack on the flank, were the real attacking force.

Whether the parachuting troops succeeded or not, the real breakthrough point would be at the flank. If the parachuting troops succeeded, the pressure on the flank would be greatly reduced, and the real pressure would be transferred to Hu Chenghe's troops who had broken through the back wall. If the parachuting troops did not succeed, the back wall would not be broken through, and Wei Changrong would have to use flesh and blood to open the way into Wujia Town.

The direction of Wujia Town had been silent. The uneasiness in Vézé's heart grew stronger and stronger. He put down his pen and stood up. The silence was too abnormal, so abnormal that Vézé was restless.

There were no clocks in this era, and Vézé found that he did not even have a tool to measure time. He let his imagination run wild, thinking that he should at least make an hourglass, or a water glass, or something. However, even though he had seen the Leaky Timer before, he had long forgotten the basic principles behind it. The hourglass needed glass, but where could he find glass and where could he find the people to make it?

Just as he was thinking, the sound of gunfire finally sounded, and the faint sound of fighting also passed through. Vézé stopped in his tracks and turned to the direction of the battle. After an indescribably torturous period of time, another signalman rushed in from outside. He was almost hysterical as he shouted, "Reporting!"

Without waiting for Vézé to speak, the scout's red face was filled with ecstasy. He did not care that he was almost out of breath and continued to say in one breath, "Wei Jiandian, the second battalion has entered Wujia Town. They have reached the side wall of Wujia Town. When I came, they had already killed their way up the wall. Wei Zu has already led the troops across the moat and started to climb up the wall!"

Vézé clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he looked up at the sky. However, he did not see the sky, because Vézé's eyes were tightly shut. A moaning sound came from his tightly clenched teeth, and the suffocating feeling that almost made Vézé disappear with this sound.

Quickly returning to normal, Vézé said, "Quickly go back and tell Wei Zu that I will lead the troops to the main gate. Tell him to seize the main gate as soon as possible according to the plan! "

The soldier immediately ran back. Vézé ordered his men, "Sound the drum! Sound the horn! "After saying that, he strode out of the tent.

The tent was four miles away from the main gate of Wujia Town. In theory, this distance was still within the range of the cannon that Manchu Qing had boasted about. However, Vézé did not care about this. At this time, the probability of Manchu Qing hitting a target four miles away was not much higher than winning the lottery.

The drum was not big, so it did not matter whether it was hit or not. On the other hand, the horn was made of genuine water buffalo horns. When played by a professional trumpeter, the deep and deep sound could be heard for a few miles.

Blowing the horn was the signal to gather and prepare to march. In the middle of the army, there were more than a thousand people from six villages carrying their own weapons. They were already in formation, but they were all sitting in the darkness before dawn. Hearing the sound of the horn, everyone stood up one after another. When Vézé led the guards to appear in front of everyone, the dense mass of people squeezed together again.

"Line up! Line up! "Vézé shouted. His subordinates also shouted. The crowd was in chaos for a while, and finally slowly formed into the shape of the twelfth unit.

"Everyone! You have waited for so long, and finally, the day has come. The main gate of Wujia Town is now open to us. Your enemy is in the town. Now, split up and follow me! " After saying that, Vézé pressed the hand gun on his waist, slightly adjusted the blade on his back, and carried his spear along the main road of Wujia Town, towards the thick main gate of Wujia Town.

Amidst the shouts of the soldiers, more than a thousand villagers took their own weapons and set off in groups. The long line was like a mottled dragon, under the light of the morning sun, without hesitation, towards the main gate of Wujia Town, towards the direction of the cannons on the fort.

After walking for two miles, Vézé saw smoke rising from the main gate of Wujia Town. At a glance, he could see that it was caused by the firing of firearms. After a while, the main gate, which was nailed with large copper nails, first shook, then slowly opened. Soon, more than a dozen Taiping army soldiers carrying the agreed red flag rushed out. They raised the red flag high, waving it with all their might.

This was a signal that had been rehearsed many times. This was the signal to urge the main army to hurry up. Vézé turned around and shouted, "The main gate is open to us! Everyone, charge! "

After shouting, Vézé did not care about the people behind him, he quickened his pace and ran forward. After ten days of preparation, training, and planning, they had finally completed a battle that was highly likely to result in heavy casualties at the lowest price possible. Vézé knew that this was true, but he did not dare to believe that it was true. After the battle left Vézé's direct command, Vézé could not truly relax until he stepped into the main gate of Wujia Town, saw the attacking troops with his own eyes, and heard their reports with his own ears.

Perhaps it was because he had too many thoughts, or perhaps it was because Vézé had not slept for two days and one night, but he felt that a lot of his strength had been drained, and he could not run fast. However, behind him, shouts gradually sounded. At first, there were all kinds of voices, but in the end, they all converged into one word: "Kill!"

The footsteps of the Hakka villagers were getting closer and closer to Vézé, and the guards had no choice but to pull Vézé to the side in the middle of the road. When he turned his head, he saw that the formation of the villagers was completely gone. The whole team had become a long, chaotic line. Everyone in the team was glaring angrily. They only shouted the word "Kill", held their weapons, and rushed towards the main gate of Wujia Town.

If the guards were not smart enough to pull Vézé to the side of the road to protect him, this boiling torrent of revenge would have knocked Vézé to the ground first.