Iron Powder and Spellcaster

When the "rebel" signal light flashed under the King's Castle, on Margit Island, the next round of counterattack by Lodewijk's troops was also ready.

"...no matter how violent the storm may be, no matter how furious the sea may be, until we enter into that heavenly rest..."

The soldiers from the federal province who were selected into the commando team gathered in front of the small shrine, knelt on one knee, followed the chanting of the officiant, and prayed in a low voice.

The officiant was none other than Lieutenant Colonel William Lodewijk.

After the prayer, the soldiers stood up one after another.

"I always believe that the Lord has His own arrangements for the fate of mortals like us," William Lodwyk looked around at his men and encouraged, "Just like He brought you and me to the land of galloping horses and to the castles of kings, Take it to this island.

"This time, he reveals our destiny through the mouth of an unbeliever. That unbeliever is Jason Cornelius, a man I have never trusted, but he has some things he says that are right.

"If we fail here, the rebels will sweep across South Palato. At that time, the confrontation between the north and the south will be unstoppable, and the war will no longer be limited to the territory of Palato, Piedmont, Veneta, and everyone in the two mountain narrow areas. They will all be involved in the war."

Lieutenant Colonel Lodewijk paused for a moment, "So, soldiers, we are not only guarding this island, we are standing in front of a larger, more unfortunate, and more terrible disaster. This is what he brought us here." s reason."

The lieutenant colonel's tense cheeks relaxed a little, showing a rare tenderness, "You have known me for many years, and I have known you for many years. After dawn, many of us may not be able to see each other again. But don’t be afraid, leave you to Him, and one day we will meet again in Paradise.”

After saying that, the lieutenant colonel stood at attention with his boots on his boots and saluted his subordinates, "It is my honor to work with you."

The soldiers selected into the commando team uniformly stood at attention, returned the salute, then put on their helmets and set off for the attack position.

Lieutenant Colonel Raymond Montecuccoli, who was waiting anxiously in the distance, finally had a chance to talk to Lodewijk.

Because his family members are unbelievers, the religious atmosphere at the Army Officer Academy is very weak. Affected by this, the director of the artillery section is also very lazy about sacraments such as worship and prayer. He can't even remember the last time he walked into the school. What time is outside the church.

However, the weak religious atmosphere within the Army Academy does not mean that the religious atmosphere within the military is weak.

In fact, because the Protestant believers in the Piedmont have experienced brutal oppression and have a strong sense of struggle, the federal provincial army, which mainly recruits soldiers from Protestants, is second to none among the republics in its fanaticism.

Therefore, Raymond Montecuccoli did not dare to interrupt the ceremony of the friendly troops even if he was desperate.

Finally, when Lieutenant Colonel Lodewijk finished his sermon, Montecuccoli stepped forward and got straight to the point, "I do not agree with counterattack!"

Lodewijk glanced at the artillery lieutenant colonel coldly, "What do you want?"

"Hold the inner ring," Montecuccoli replied immediately, "waiting for support."

The terrain of Margit Island is high in the middle and low on the surrounding sides. The highland in the middle is like a convex platform, and the Domoncos Monastery is located in the center of the convex platform.

After Lieutenant Colonel Lodwijk's troops landed on the island, they immediately began to expand the Domoncos Monastery - because the monastery could not accommodate two brigades, and built a breastwork on the edge of the platform as the outer defense of the monastery.

Therefore, although Margit Island is small, it has an interlocking structure of "monastery, breastworks, and trenches".

The "inner ring" mentioned by Montecuccoli refers to the second layer of defense circle located on the platform and bounded by the parapet.

After the leading troops of the "rebels" landed on Margit Island, they did not attack the inner ring directly. Instead, they immediately developed southward and cleared the outer trenches. Therefore, the central mesa of Margit Island, as well as the more core Domoncos Monastery, are still in the hands of the Southern Front.

"Lieutenant Colonel, have you seen the rebel boat?" Lieutenant Colonel Lodewijk rarely asked patiently.

"What do you want to ask?" Montecuccoli asked impatiently.

"How many rebels do you think there are on the island now?"

This stopped Montecuccoli from asking. He silently counted the rebel boats he saw. Although he was not sure, he still pretended to be confident and answered: "A large group."

"A brigade?" Lodewijk looked sternly, "If those canoes and sampans were replaced with real boats, the rebels might be able to transport a brigade to the island at once. But relying on the rags on the river, the rebels The leading troops had at most two Centuries - this was the reason why they did not take advantage of the situation to attack the inner ring. Counting the subsequent troops on the island, the rebels on the island only had three Centuries at most, so even if they lost Tomaz. With the Lieutenant’s Centurion, I still have the strength advantage.”

Lodwijk glanced at the artillery lieutenant colonel sideways, "In fact, if it weren't for someone, my strength advantage could be greater. But once the pontoon bridge is completed, it will be hard to say."

When Montecuccoli heard this, he was angry and ashamed.

The previous debate at the head of New Town about the direction of the "Rebels'" main attack now has an answer - Jason Cornelis is right, and Raymond Montecuccoli is wrong.

Although the "rebels" were building large-scale construction outside the new city and pretended to be digging into the trenches, their primary target was still Marget Island - the heavy cannons mounted on the opposite bank of the river embankment were ironclad evidence.

However, judgment is one thing and response is another.

For the Southern Front, the worst thing was that the rebels had timed their new attack on Margit Island too cleverly.

The highlight of the night was supposed to be at King's Castle, but the "rebels" obviously didn't intend to follow the script of the United Provinces people.

In order to ensure that the arrangements for King's Castle were foolproof, the Southern Front Command temporarily stayed in the city the troops that were originally intended to be reinforced on Margit Island.

Just as the Southern Front focused their attention on the direction of New City, the rebels once again attacked Margit Island.

Apparently, Wijk Lodewijk was scolding Montecuccoli to his face.

The director of the artillery department wanted to duel with the damn standing army lieutenant colonel on the spot, but now was obviously not the right time to resolve internal conflicts.

So Montecuccoli suppressed his anger and let reason dominate his brain as much as possible, "If the rebels don't have cannons, there's no problem in retaking the beachhead as soon as possible. But now that the rebels have set up cannons on the other side of the river, the situation is completely different!" "

"Then we all depend on your cannon," Lodewijk responded coldly, "Lieutenant Colonel."

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