After more than a week's march, William and Duke Otto successfully met on the banks of the Vistula River. otbnkotgt After receiving the news, Kublai Lai, the commander-in-chief of the army, was half happy and half sad.
Fortunately, he finally doesn't have to hang around in this place where birds don't poop.
Finally we can usher in a vigorous battle.
The thirty-two-year-old centaur commander is a true warrior and a typical centaur.
Unlike Sarida Khan, who was an eclectic, enlightened and intelligent ruler.
Kublai completely did not understand the progressive role of natural science, or alchemy, military technology, etc.
At the same time, he has little interest in balancing the domestic ethnic groups and uniting human races other than centaurs.
His philosophy is very simple and pure.
Killing, plundering, preying on the weak.
The centaurs of Tartaria are destined to take over the world in a bloody storm.
For a fragile and incompetent race like human beings, there is no other way to go but to be slaves.
With this concept as the core, coupled with excellent physical fitness, passion, hard work and noble status.
While Kublai became a fearsome centaur warrior, he also became the leader of a group of centaur noble youths.
In the intelligence, they gave William the same feeling as those Japanese army staff officers during World War II in his previous life.
Stubborn yet radical, conservative yet bold.
While unable to recognize reality, he is extremely arrogant at the same time.
Of course, Kublai may be a little better than them, a little gentler, a little more capable.
But William felt that these "little things" could not change the essence of their militaristic psychosis.
"In a sense, this is a difficult opponent to deal with because his mind is not clear.
In a sense, this is a difficult opponent to deal with because his mind is not clear."
On the banks of the Vistula River, William and Duke Otto rode horses and walked slowly.
Next to them were several temporarily built pontoon bridges, as well as river ships filled with soldiers, supplies, and weapons and equipment that were being transported to the other side of the river.
The combined 30,000-strong army was crossing the river.
"Yes, you are right."
Duke Otto nodded and agreed with his son's statement.
But then, Duke Otto continued: "But our goal is not to defeat him, nor to be defeated by him."
"Indeed."
William nodded and agreed with Duke Otto's statement.
After that, the father and son didn't speak again.
They just watched the soldiers crossing the river quietly and without saying a word.
Those soldiers, those war horses, those super long guns and those artillery pieces.
Flags filled the sky, and all the clothes and armor were in place.
For a time, Hereford and his son were immersed in the atmosphere of the battlefield.
It was at this time that Duke Otto spoke again: "I never expected that my son, the Hereford family, could become so strong in such a short period of time."
"This is just the beginning, father," William replied, and then emphasized: "It's just the beginning."
In early spring, the water flow of the Vistula River is not very large.
Therefore, the Hereford Army crossed the river very quickly, and they used both pontoon bridges and ferries to cross the river, which was also very efficient.
So with just a little effort, less than half of the 30,000-strong army had already passed.
"Three hundred years ago, do you know how long it would have taken us to cross the river, my son?"
Duke Otto suddenly asked this question again.
"Well, it will probably be a long time."
William thought for a moment, and then replied uncertainly: "Is it three times as long as now?"
"More."
Duke Otto replied: "It has been recorded that during the Gothic Empire, an Augusta's 30,000-strong army spent about half a month crossing a river in the dry season. .
Finally, his enemies have enough time to warn and be prepared to wait.”
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"So he lost the war in the end" William asked.
"No."
Duke Otto replied: "Because his enemies were slower than him.
They didn't even do half of the work after he crossed the river."
"Then what you mean when you say you have enough time to prepare" William was a little confused.
He recalled a little bit, and he seemed to have read this story, but he couldn't remember the specific content.
And there was no emotion similar to Duke Otto's.
"Oh, I use the quality of the military of our time as a measure."
Duke Otto replied.
That's it, the robot-like army shaped by discipline, discipline, and discipline is creating miracles one after another that astonish the feudal army.
They crossed the river at breakneck speed and prepared at breakneck speed.
They marched at an extremely fast speed and set up camp at an extremely fast speed because of Duke Otto's prestige, iron-blooded skills and rigorous military management.
Therefore, near the mercenary barracks, there were no prostitutes or itinerant vendors similar to those that would normally appear.
This made William feel very comfortable.
Of course, it also caused some minor problems.
That is, the pressure of the soldiers cannot be vented.
If no effort is made, the soldiers who have accumulated enough pressure will soon collapse.
The army will be destroyed.
Either a mutiny or a camp roar.
All in all, it's something ridiculous like this.
So William had no objection to his soldiers doing pleasant things to relax their minds.
For example, robbery, or forced beeping.
Anyway, after crossing the Vistula River, it was the land of the Slavis.
In the name of "raising military rations" and "strengthening public security", soldiers can relieve stress.
This is also a little trick common to the generals who commanded troops during this period.
Of course, this usually refers to mercenaries.
Those mercenaries who have fought too many battles and almost all suffer from battlefield syndrome are more difficult to control than the "new troops" recruited in the territory.
So, William made a bet.
In the near future, mercenaries will give way to mainstream armies.
At the same time, each country will do its best to expand its standing army.
Until the standing armies were defeated by the national armies that aroused national consciousness.
Then to the emergence of the spiritual atomic bomb.
The "army of doctrine" with true beliefs and ideas swept away all demons and demons.
"Well, I probably won't be able to see this day."
William thought in his heart relaxedly: "I hope no one drags me, a remnant of feudalism and a capitalist roader, out to shoot targets."
That's it, William is not sure whether he will be dug up from his ancestor's grave hundreds of years later, and then his bones will be crushed and ashes scattered.
We are not sure where the world will ultimately develop.
However, these are small things.
I am so sad that I have to think of a solution for people hundreds of years from now, even if William is an enhanced version of 2.47.
It also seems a little too much.
Even arrogance should have a limit.
So William smiled self-deprecatingly.
This period of random thoughts is over.
He didn't know why, but he couldn't get nervous.
Even after hearing the information that "the other party is approaching us very quickly", the response was only "Yeah, I understand."
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The absent-minded attitude is a bit dissatisfying.
During the few days of marching, after the novelty wore off, all William could think about was boredom and lack of motivation.
The closer he got to the war, the less motivated he became.
But it’s natural to be dissatisfied.
Such a weak opponent.
Kublai or something.
It's a name I've never heard of at all.
Is such a guy really worth fighting?
Or, can this guy really be called an opponent?
So, if it were Salida Khan, it might be much better.
Compared to his sons, the current Centaur Khan is much stronger.
It even gives people a wonderful feeling that "he is really his father's son, and he is really his son's father."
"I think you should be more serious, son."
It was at this time that the man who was absolutely sure to be his father, who didn't even need a DNA test because he looked so much like him, spoke.
"Yeah" William agreed nonchalantly.
Then the decision was made quietly.
If Duke Otto said something about being cautious and sailing a ship for ten thousand years, and that a lion can fight a rabbit with all his strength, then he could just deal with it casually.
But Duke Otto did not disappoint him: "We are in big trouble."
"What's the big trouble?"
William asked.
"What is facing us is not Tartariya's partial division, but the main force.
At the same time, it is not Kublai who is commanding it.
It is Salida Khan himself."
Duke Otto replied word for word. 160420oshow7: