Battle of Stella (6)
There are only three ways for Li Weier to attack Chunie.
1. Cross the Daqiusha Mountains and attack from the west. 2. Take a detour from the southern end of the Daqiusha Mountains along the bay to enter the southwest border, or go around the northern three-country trade junction. 3. Take the sea route across the ocean and land on the eastern coast of Qiunie.
How difficult is the first route? The Daqiusha Mountains are composed of a group of continuous high peaks. The average peak height of the middle peak group is three zeduo, and the highest can reach four. Even a flying dragon would find it extremely difficult to fly at this height.
It is also unimaginable to navigate through the deep forests and mountains with complex terrain and monsters everywhere. The fact that there are knights everywhere in Levi'er does not mean that all their soldiers are composed of knights, and supply is also a big problem.
The second route must pass through the Catalonia Bay, which is located at the intersection of three land masses. Across the bay is a large delta with no country and a mix of all kinds of creatures.
Not to mention that the Catlan Bay Pass is one of the important places guarded by Qiu Nie for many years. If the chaotic small countries in the south come together, the war situation may be out of control. The Red Rock countries have never stopped fighting during the peaceful times when the three major countries lived in peace.
As for the third point, Levi's navy was notoriously rubbish and was generally not taken into consideration, so the second point was basically invalidated as well.
The attack by Livil was originally planned for a long time before it began in 1895. The route was from the north, to the former Sarambula, the junction of Livil and Chunie, which is also the northern end of the Great Qiusha Mountains, and Boyi, the junction of three countries. This place is also a place without a master. To touch this place, one must deal with two major powers, and the journey is also full of difficulties.
The rebellion of Duke Amiel directly eliminated all the above difficulties and opened a way for Levi's invasion.
Although it was not the Duke of Southwest who was guarding Catlan Bay, it was indeed easy to occupy this area due to its geographical location. With the help of Duke Amiel, the Liweier army gradually entered the Southwest Territory.
The battle line was drawn here as the Earl of Stella's territory bordered the Amiel territory.
This is also where Alex and his men fought against the Dragon Riders.
In the initial battle, they took advantage of numbers, new weapons, terrain, and information gap, and at one point forced the advance troops of the Liwei side back into the center of the Amiel territory.
There, an internal rebellion broke out within Amiel.
The bureaucrats, police, soldiers, knights, and wizards who found the Duke of Amiel's rebellion absurd jointly blew up the Duke's palace and fled to the front battlefield in Chune.
The leader among them was the Duke of Amiel's only son, Melian Amiel.
He denounced his father's crimes to Alex, explained his reasons for the rebellion, and vowed to devote his life to suppressing the rebellion and fighting the enemy.
Alex did not trust him directly and sent him and those who came with him to a prisoner-of-war camp.
After testing him for a period of time, he released him and sent him to fight on the front line.
Mo Lian, who was a fourth-level knight and could use new magic, had indeed made a great contribution.
He seemed to vent his guilt and humiliation on the battlefield, hunting down the enemy without mercy.
The enemies he captured always looked the most miserable. The reason why he didn't kill them was because Alex had issued a death order, and the surrendered enemies could not be killed.
Although he didn't know why friendly soldiers who killed enemy prisoners were punished, he still strictly obeyed military orders.
Mo Lian would only calm down when Inger scolded her harshly.
The Battle of Stella began in April 1893, and in the blink of an eye it was already July, the first of the hottest months in Chugne.
Private Hall, who was guarding outside the prisoner-of-war camp with a spear, rolled his eyes and swept his hand across, so fast that there was almost no shadow, and slapped his own arm.
A pool of fresh home-produced blood exploded in the palm of my hand, a big mosquito with thick legs and red and black stripes, a species unique to the southwest.
He squatted down and washed his hands in the puddle on the ground.
Dozens of dead mosquitoes were already floating in that small puddle.
"Fuck, when will this end?!" Mike, a private first class soldier next to him, couldn't help but complain, scratching his chin.
Hall held his friend's hand expresslessly, "If you scratch it, it will easily get infected, which is very troublesome."
Mike felt uncomfortable when he grabbed his hand, but he didn't resist. He cried, "Hold on tighter, I can't stand it anymore. Why are the bugs here so poisonous?"
He pointed at his buns and complained, "Look at my head. The buns in the steamer can't rise as fast as my face."
Hall stared at his face for a few seconds and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
Mike couldn't take it anymore: "You're still laughing at me! I feel so uncomfortable! Why don't mosquitoes bite your face?!"
Hall said, "Major Neka sent people to each camp to tell them that applying the mucus of silver dew branches on the face can repel mosquitoes. You went to the bathroom at the time, so you didn't hear it, did you?"
Mike yelled, "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Of course, this thing is not 100% mosquito-proof.
Anyway, the mosquitoes here have evolved to a certain extent. When the weather gets a little warmer, they start to come out in groups to suck blood.
But he couldn't change shifts now, and he kicked the big cage behind him angrily.
Hall stopped him immediately, "Don't mistreat the prisoners!"
Mike gritted his teeth and said, "I know! Of course I know! I just kicked the iron cage! It's not them!"
The captured knight in the cage looked up at him, then lowered his head weakly.
Soon, the knights came to pick up the prisoners. They put stronger shackles on the prisoners in the cages and led them into the prisoner camp.
On the way, Mike could see rows of captured soldiers repeatedly peeling potatoes under the supervision of Chuone soldiers.
He couldn't help but mutter: "It's so cool to be a prisoner here! Free food and free sleep, no one will bully you, and you don't have to go to the front line with injuries!"
Several prisoners glanced over.
Hall poked Mike gently.
Mike was so angry that he raised his voice and said, "Am I wrong? If someone punches and kicks a prisoner, he will be severely punished. How can this be so outrageous... Ouch!"
A corporal supervising the prisoners came over and hit him hard on the head.
Mike and Hall stood up straight and hammered their fists to their hearts.
"Don't make irresponsible remarks about military orders!"
The corporal was their instructor during the training, so seeing that the two recruits had just been transferred from the mainland, he made a few remarks.
"You two have good grades, so I don't need to explain the other rules. But there are two people on this front line. You must not fall into their hands."
"Who?"
"Major Inger Nyka, His Royal Highness Alex Chune."
"Huh? Why isn't Commander Neka a staff officer, a combat wizard, and a military doctor? Even though he's scary on the front lines, he's pretty good to the soldiers, right?"
"That's when you've done nothing wrong. He's more ruthless than any other officer. You can never imagine how bad it would be for any soldier who violated military discipline and fell into his hands."
"Ah? Can he really beat someone to a pulp?"
"No, he doesn't hit anyone."
"That?"
"…Do you know what solitary confinement punishment is? It means locking people up in a small, completely enclosed dark room where you can only sit curled up. There is only one basin inside for defecation and peeing. There is only one opening for delivering food and changing excrement. After the room is closed, people inside cannot see a single ray of light or hear a single sound. The room has been cast under a spell. He will not starve people to death, nor will he maim people, but no one in there can survive more than two days. After they are released, they dare not cause trouble again. They would rather lose their hands and feet on the battlefield than go back in."
Mike brushed his arms. Even in such a hot and humid air, he felt a little cold. "…………Is it really that scary? How did he come up with this idea?"
"…You can try it yourself. When I was a private soldier, I was also imprisoned for torturing a prisoner. He cried for mercy in less than a day, but the prisoner still didn't let him out. He had to be locked up for two and a half days before he was allowed out. If someone tries to commit suicide in there, he will also find a way to make it impossible for him to die…"
“…Stop…I feel like vomiting…”
Hall asked, "What about His Highness? Isn't he always so kind?"
"…Don't provoke him. Although he rarely gets angry about his own affairs, if you dare to cross the line in front of him, he will laugh and throw you to Chief Neka."
"………ah."
"Oh, by the way, don't touch on military discipline in front of him. You absolutely cannot say anything bad about Commander Neka in front of him. This is his biggest red line."
“…Why?”
"Uh... don't ask why. It's just not possible. You can't even mention it. He'll be very angry. You just need to know that the consequences of doing so are worse than any other situation."
Mike asked curiously, "I heard at home that thanks to Commander Neka and His Highness, the casualties on the front line are unprecedentedly low. Is the wizard's healing magic really that powerful?"
The corporal laughed sarcastically: "Really? Is this a good thing? You should never tell these things to your seniors or captains in the future, or they will beat you up."
Hall asked in astonishment: "Not many people died. Isn't that a good thing? Most people survived. I heard that he could even heal broken limbs."
The corporal lifted up his sleeves, revealing thick scars on them.
"Did you see it?"
They both gasped, "This is it!"
The corporal smiled and said, "Guess how many times this hand has been broken?"
Dumb.
The corporal answered himself, "Four times." He went on, "It was cured every time. Isn't that amazing?" He moved his arm. Not only was it cured, but he could also move it flexibly every time just like before. There was no deviation in the nerves and muscles. This is something that surgery cannot achieve.
He put down his sleeves, knowing that there was no need to say more, and simply asked, "Do you still think this is a good thing?"
The two stopped asking questions and understood what he meant.
They all fell silent.
The corporal looked to the west, his eyes revealing a lot of meaning.
He was very fortunate to be transferred to this post in the prisoner-of-war camp, which was a little away from the front-line combat camp.
But those who survived, or were forced to survive, in the same batch as him simply healed their wounds again and again and then went into battle again.
His military rank and military achievements were constantly rising, but his spirit was almost reaching its limit.
Two months ago, they were still blindly confident about this war.
The combination of the Knight Prince and the genius wizard became famous in one battle. They successively repelled the Dragon Knights, which had been famous for a hundred years, and the Liweir advance elite troops. Within half a month, they pushed the front line to the middle of the southwestern territory.
The news reached the capital, and every newspaper was celebrating their victory.
Sitting at a roadside stall and drinking a glass of wine, you can see a newspaper next to a vase and hear "Drive out the Levi's people and chop off the heads of the traitors Amiel and Rudolf."
But no one expected that the war would drag on until July, and the situation on the southwestern front remained stagnant.
Although the death toll is much lower than in previous wars, casualties are still piling up.
Although Qiu Nei initially gained the upper hand due to his layout, he lost the advantage after the arrival of Li Weier's army.
The number of troops deployed by both sides reached 400,000 each in just three months.
Levitra's high-ranking knights were sent to the front without regard for their lives, and the army crushed them, launching frequent attacks with absolute force.
Although Qiu Ni adopted a relatively conservative fighting method, he also came up with many strategies and was eager to win.
However, neither party got what they wanted.
Finally the corporal said to the two privates:
"Shut up, talk less, do more, play fewer tricks, and complain less. Those superiors can't tolerate any grain of sand in their eyes."
In the medical camp, newly wounded soldiers of varying degrees of severity wailed.
The nurses and doctors were running around, holding bandages, injection needles, and IV bottles, with several bottles of medicine between their fingers.
"Wizard! Why doesn't the wizard come! It hurts!" A wounded soldier screamed in pain.
Luna put a bandage around his neck with an expressionless face and said, "Look up and see who's in front of you."
The wounded soldier looked over and saw a soldier leisurely drinking water with a tin cup in his hand, as if he was having afternoon tea. But when he looked forward, he saw that one of his legs was broken and was hanging on a rack.
Another soldier was reading a tattered book, one of his hands hanging on his shoulder and only half of one of his legs was left.
There was another one lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully, and chatting with the nurse beside him.
The wounded soldier who was crying out in pain was dumbfounded.
[Are these seniors so mentally tough? Am I being too hypocritical? ]
But he looked down at the wound on his stomach, blood seeping through the layers of bandages. Even with anesthesia, the pain still made him grit his teeth.
There are several more wounds like this on his body.
When he was stabbed by a sword on the battlefield, he really thought he was going to die. Fortunately, after he fainted, the enemy thought he was dead and did not stab him again. Later, he was sent back by his comrades, and Cai saved his life.
The senior soldier said calmly: "Well, just get used to it. You are not going to die soon."
Upon hearing this, the wounded soldiers like him all shut up.
However, there were still some seriously injured patients lying in the medical camp, and they were about to die at any moment.
Just at this moment, the curtain was lifted and a group of people came in.
Inger looked at the doctor who was in charge of the medical camp and said, "Carry over the seriously injured."
The other side immediately called several soldiers guarding the camp to carry people.
Inger glanced at the injured with red bandages and pointed at one of them who was foaming at the mouth and twitching. "This one is poisoned and needs additional treatment." He then pointed to a wizard beside him and said, "You help him get rid of the poison."
The wounded soldiers inside showed different reactions when they saw him. The ones who shouted the loudest didn't really know him and were stunned when they saw his military title.
But the old soldiers almost fainted when their eyes rolled back.
Inger ignored them, frowned, and drew a circle on the ground with his wand.
A soft light surged up like morning mist, engulfing the seriously wounded on the ground.
After a long time, the light dimmed and only faint traces remained of the nasty wounds. Only the thick pool of blood on the ground proved that they had just hung by a thread.
Inger said, "Nurses, come here."
Luna quickly led a group of experienced nurses to carry the seriously injured patients, mainly those with chest and abdominal injuries.
First, they used touch and listen to confirm that the internal dirt repair was complete, and then gently lifted their bodies forward.
puff!
Several people began to cough and blood spurted from their mouths and noses.
The nurses helped them to drain the blood.
Magic can help them heal their wounds, but that doesn't mean the excess blood and waste don't exist. Some people will suffer from blood swelling, and some will choke from blood clots.
The toxins were also discharged. The nurse helped to clean his mouth and nose and turned him to the side. His condition became much more stable.
Inger looked over there with a frown on his face, and said sternly, "Go check what this soldier ate and drank before coming here, and save the vomit for easy inspection."
The doctor and the soldier nodded quickly.
Inger glanced around with a gloomy look and said, "This is the result of eating carelessly. I will remember it all."
"yes!"
The soldiers responded with a shudder.
At this point, they had completely forgotten that the person in front of them was about the same age as them, no more than 17 years old.
Inger said, "For the next batch, bring over those with broken arms and legs, and take out the remaining limbs as well."
His tone was very familiar.
It's only been three months, but he has seen so many broken limbs that they could be piled up into a mountain. He is no longer surprised by it.
The tent suddenly became silent.
Inger tapped his wand on the ground expressionlessly and said, "I know you want to rest for a while. Who doesn't want to? If you want to be lazy, you can file a disability report and apply to go home without treatment."
“No, no, no!”
A few people crawled over with terrified looks on their faces.
There weren't any wizards in the capital who were free to treat them, and after all, no one wanted to live a half-disabled life for the rest of their lives.
Inger tilted his head and said, "It's not me this time. They will treat you."
Following behind him were a new batch of wizards. They seemed to be the next batch of wizard students who were sent here before they completed their studies.
There is really no other way. Too many wizards in the previous batch fell ill due to exhaustion. It is said that the next batch of wizards who will enter the school will also start physical training and testing.
Inger took them to get familiar with it.
"Remember the spells, try them on them. If they don't work, I'll take care of them."
Inger's cold tone silenced the wizards, and they dared not say a word.
The faces of the old soldiers looked even grimmer.
One recruit couldn't help but whisper, "What happens if we fail?"
Luna patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay. At most, you just need to amputate one more limb and then it will grow back again."
The recruit's face turned pale.
However, in an atmosphere of trepidation on both sides, the treatment was completed in an orderly manner.
Inger felt that the qualifications of this group of wizards were quite good, and his expression improved a little.
It just took him longer than him, but there was nothing he could do. These wizards needed practice to become proficient. After all, he couldn't handle so many casualties by himself.
After all the treatments were completed, the soldiers who had all their limbs intact stretched their bodies and stood up reluctantly.
Inger showed no mercy to them and ruthlessly ordered: "Line up."
Soldiers line up in a parade to reflect the military conditions.
"Go out for half a day of rehabilitation training, then return to the team to report to your captain."
"yes……"
This answer is weak.
In fact, the result of a rapid recovery is that they recover physically but not emotionally, with a clear disconnect between their soul and body.
But the urgency of the battle did not allow them to rest. In fact, it took them only half a day from the time they were injured to the time they arrived at the medical camp.
"Again?" Inger asked coldly.
"Yes, sir!" After a loud reply, a line of people rushed out in a hurry.
Inger had another basket brought in.
"For the remaining minor injuries, use this to treat them. You know how to use it."
Inside were some green jade seal-like things, the size of a palm.
Luna quickly took it and distributed it to the nurses.
This is a magic stone item used to treat external injuries. It has a small repairing magic circle engraved on it. It is very effective in treating some minor external injuries and does not consume much energy. It works directly on the wound. Even people without magic power can use this item.
She had used it several times in other medical camps in the past few days. She guessed it was sent by the Magic Research Institute.
Seeing that she understood how to use it, Inger said no more and was about to leave with the wizards.
The soldier with multiple sword wounds on his body couldn't believe it and couldn't help shouting, "Master Wizard! Please treat us at the same time! It really hurts!"
Inger stopped walking, and a young wizard beside him couldn't help but curse: "How can we have so much magic power for you to consume! The seal is enough! We have already traveled so many places!"
Only then did the soldiers notice the weariness on the wizards' faces, especially the dark circles and bloodshot eyes under Inger's eyes.
Anyone who has been busy all day will not be in a good mood.
Moreover, they all prioritized each other. If you just wasted your magic power, you wouldn't be able to save more people. This was what Inger had experienced firsthand in the past three months.
However, if you tell these things to the injured, they will not understand, after all, people can only feel the pain in their own bodies.
Inger patted the wizard on the shoulder and glanced at the new-looking soldiers. Although they were not on the same battlefield, he still said, "If you don't want to feel pain, become stronger and get hurt less. I hope you can survive tomorrow."
As he left, Luna couldn't help but say, "Sir, you should also take a good rest."
Inger glanced at her and said, "...It's you. Well, I'll pay attention. The nurses and doctors have also worked hard."
He didn't take it seriously. In fact, he had to take care of his body. If he fainted, there would be countless deaths among the soldiers. He had experienced this many times before. Wizards were never enough.
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