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Vézé was unwilling to sit in the back and give orders. The commanders of all the troops had gone to the frontline, but Vézé could only command the 'main force' of more than a thousand villagers in the central tent. Although they were the main force, it was only because the villagers had more people. Everyone wore a red scarf around their neck and a white cloth around their head. 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 12 squads. However, Vézé had no confidence that the squads would be able to maintain their formation after the 12 squads charged into Wu Jia Town. 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, which was the result of his internal struggle. As the troop expanded and the battle plan became more and more detailed, Vézé could not stand at the front of the battle forever and march into the enemy's formation in the lead after giving the order, "Brothers, charge with me". Even the most outstanding ancient armies wouldn't do this. Those who did were basically grassroots. Apart from charging, they wouldn't be able to organize a more effective attack.
Also, how much confidence did the supreme commander have in his troops that he had to stand at the front and personally command them? Vézé had confidence in his subordinates. Failure was the mother of success. Every setback, loss, and failure was a price they had to pay. Only after experiencing setbacks, losses, and even failures, people who knew how to sum up their experiences and lessons could they continue to move forward. A general's success was built on the bones of ten thousand people. Although it sounded cruel, it was a bloody fact.
As his imagination ran wild, Vézé stood up to look at the map, sat down again, and waited with a frown. After a while, Vézé finally took out a pen and paper and began to write down all his battle plans under the dim light of the oil lamp. Before Vézé transmigrated, he had this habit. It was just a habit of reading.
Prepare, listen to lectures, do questions, check, review, discover the problems in the implementation, determine what you can do and what you can't do, and finally make targeted improvements. Every time Vézé looked at the things he had written in the past, he could not help but laugh out loud. He even blushed with shame. Whenever he looked at himself in the past, he would always feel that he was so childish and ridiculous, but that kind of childishness and ridiculous was precisely the process of growing up.
Vézé had gradually gotten used to the brush, and his mood gradually calmed down as he wrote. Unknowingly, the sky began to brighten. Vézé put down his pen and looked up at the sky. He was halfway through the plan and had reached the most important part of the first phase, the airborne raid. The troops had set up observation posts. Once the airdrop began, the troops would immediately send a message to Vézé. As he rewrote the battle plan, Vézé suddenly realized that he had made a mistake. He had forgotten to ask the sentry to count how many people had parachuted.
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 sent 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 didn't 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 overlooked 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 at 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 Vézé's moral view, venting his anger on others was something that only a bastard would do. 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 construction of the organization and system, 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 the huge parachutes in an instant …
This rather artistic thought did not last long. Vézé slapped himself. At this time, 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 broken bones. Everyone was thinking about 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 well, 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 the breakthrough point of Vézé's attack was the back wall. The two soldiers under Wei Changrong, who had experienced the attack on the side, were the real attacking force.
Whether the parachuting troops succeeded or not, the real breakthrough point would be on the side. If the parachuting troops succeeded, the pressure on the side 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, and the back wall was not broken through, Wei Changrong would have to use his flesh and blood to open the way into Wujia Town.
The direction of Wujia Town was silent. Vézé's uneasiness 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. Although he had seen the Leaky Timer before, he had long forgotten the basic principles behind it. The hourglass needed glass. Where could he get glass and where could he find the people to make it?
Just as he was thinking, gunshots finally sounded, and the faint sound of fighting could be heard. 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 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. Captain Wei Zu has already crossed 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. The suffocating feeling that almost made Vézé disappear with this sound.
Quickly returning to his normal state, Vézé said, "Quickly go back and tell Captain Wei Zu that I will lead the main force to the main gate. Tell him to seize the main gate as soon as possible according to the plan! "
The signalman immediately ran back. Vézé ordered his men, "Sound the drum! Sound the horn! "After 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 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 if it was hit or not. On the other hand, the horn was made of genuine water buffalo horns. When blown by a professional trumpeter, the deep and deep sound could be heard for several miles.
The blowing of the horn was the signal to gather and prepare to march. In the middle of the army, more than a thousand people from the six villages were carrying all kinds of weapons in their hands. 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 appeared in front of everyone with his guards, 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, the twelfth unit slowly appeared.
"Everyone! You have waited for so long, and finally this day has come. The main gate of Wujia Town is about to 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 walked along the road of Wujia Town, towards the thick main gate of Wujia Town.
Amidst the shouts of the soldiers, more than a thousand villagers raised their weapons and set off one after another. The long formation was like a long mottled dragon. Under the illumination of the morning sun, they marched towards the gate of Wu Jia Town without hesitation, heading towards the direction of the muzzle of the cannons on top of 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 a flintlock. After a while, the main gate, which was nailed with large copper nails, swayed a little, then slowly opened from the inside. Soon, more than ten Taiping army soldiers carrying the agreed red flag rushed out. They raised the red flag high and waved 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, and he quickened his pace and ran forward. After ten days of preparation, training, and planning, a battle that was highly likely to result in heavy casualties was finally completed at the lowest cost. 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.
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