Chapter 381: Thunderstorm (Part 1)

In the second week of arriving at Cadillac, the first independent division moved to Nizhen, where he spent the rest of the spring, gambling under warm days, or spending time with other things.
Some people went hunting with guns in the wild, while others requisitioned local livestock and raced in the flying dust.
Mud town is the name they gave. In the official record, this place is called Yongquan town, and the local is called dirty town. It seems that there is no difference between these Marseille soldiers.
This scattered town is located in a basin in the south of the capital. There is a quagmire nearby. It is said that there was a hot spring there, but now only the disgusting yellow mud is left.
The townspeople complained that the beautiful hot spring disappeared because of the appearance of Ok, but there are also rumors that this had happened 20 years ago.
No one cares.
The local chief executive sent people to send a lot of wine, as well as a lot of meat and animals, to console the troops from afar.
They gamble money, play tennis, swim in the warm blue pond beneath the cliff, and use various entertainment methods to smooth their fatigue.
They are one of only two independent divisions in the western theater of war, but they have not been entrusted with any important tasks in the upcoming large-scale operations.
Maybe it has something to do with their chief, the straight and stubborn man.
"I still don't understand who gave the old wild boar confidence."
Louis Mombaton was holding a cigarette, sitting in the shade under the roof, his wounded hands had healed, and the field surgeon cleared the wound, although he had always stressed that it was only a minor problem.
He complained every day about the decision of the theater command, the combat meeting, and his own chief.
There are rumors that the war is coming to an end, and they will soon be moved to another location, closer to the front line, or a position more suitable for them to strengthen the division.
Mountbatten knew this was not a rumor, but it was not completely true.
He also knew the situation of his troops, and the boys were all breathless.
The republic pursues the thinking of the Continental Army. An integrated division governs 2 infantry brigades, each brigade governs 2 infantry regiments and 1 machine gun battalion. Each infantry regiment administers 3 infantry battalions and 1 machine gun company, each infantry battalion is divided into 4 companies, each company contains 6 officers and 250 soldiers, usually an infantry regiment has 112 officers and 3720 soldiers.
There is also a field artillery brigade under it, which governs two light artillery regiments and one heavy artillery regiment, each with 24 artillery.
In addition to the division engineer corps, division machine gun battalion, communication battalion, witchcraft battalion, etc., a full-fledged New California Army division should have 979 officers, 27082 soldiers, 72 artillery and 260 machine guns.
The second independent division, compared with other infantry divisions, does not have an additional brigade, the machine gun configuration has reached 310, the number of barrel artillery is as many as 108, the total division of 33634 people, can be called the fist of the entire western theater In the fist.
But now, it is placed in a position that doesn't seem so important.
Even as a division commander, he could only sit under the eaves of the barracks with Dimitri, one of the fellows born in Krian County and his fellow fellow.
"I have been dreaming recently."
Smashing his tongue, he believed deeply, and then began to spit out various eye circles.
"I heard a poem in my dream."
Dimitri was pouring a wine into a glass with a clay pot, and immediately smiled and put down the glass.
"Oh? A poem? It doesn't look like your style."
The nickname of Louis Mountbatten is called a bulldog, which also clearly expresses his character and way of being. This strong man with a tendon and a shaved head is often more like a gunner than a gunner. A senior commander.
"Let me tell you something, how?"
"That means you remember?"
"Don't you remember every word in your dream?"
Dimitri thought about it and shook his head with a smile.
"Never remember."
"interesting."
Mountbatten put down his unburnt smoke.
"That poem?"
Dimitri asked, leaning on the lounge chair and sipping his own wine.
"Well, that's what it says..."
Mountbatten cleared his throat and said slowly:
Those dirty and ugly goblins,
To tear you into pieces
The soul beside the naked man,
Will keep you safe as written in the holy book.
After talking, Mountbatten laughed.
Dimitri looked at him strangely.
"I remember this,"
He said so.
"you remember?"
Mountbatten asked with a smile.
"Really? But you said otherwise."
"My grandma used to sing this to me when she was a child. She managed this song called Maniac and there are several other songs, but I can't remember."
"Really? What does it say?"
"Ghost knows."
Then the two laughed together, attracting the attention of the guards, but he just glanced at it and continued his duties.
On the flagpole not far away, their flag was fluttering gently in the breeze, with a screaming skull painted in bells and whistles, which was designed by Mountbatten himself, hoping to make death less serious, but many commanders Officials thought it was too funny and too playful.
By convention, their entire division was recruited from a state. This tradition can ensure the cohesion of the troops. After all, the New California Republic has not fought a large-scale battle for a long time, and even several theaters have just been formed. The large-scale organizational framework is a challenge for all Republican officers.
They are now in the western theater of the Republic and the largest theater. The commander of the theater is the highly experienced General Marin Craig. He once led the expeditionary forces in several wars in the old continent~www.mtlnovel .com~ is a relatively experienced senior commander in the Republic, but that was also what happened 20 years ago.
After a few more laughs, Mountbatten's face slowly became gloomy.
"Good, we still have the opportunity to read some crooked poems for fun."
"Sir, I won’t ask you what your combat plan is, but I want to know why you are so worried? We have gathered 30 divisions and more than half a million troops in the annex of Cadillac. This is the largest since the establishment of the Republic. For a military operation of a large scale, I believe that whether it is the Army Department, the General Staff, or the President, there will be a complete plan, and they will face this battle with the utmost caution."
Dimitri paused, then picked up the newspaper on the table.
"Look, in the last few weeks, the East Benedict Empire defeated millions of ok with just one strengthening army and also killed an ok warlord. They...maybe not as powerful as expected."
"You believe it?"
Mountbatten took the newspaper and patted the report above with his hand, as well as a picture of the heroic General Salvation of General Eugene, who had a chest full of medals.
The headline above is very dazzling: "The flower of the empire, placed on the Bilteweiler Mountain! 》
The subtitle is also quite explosive: "Slay the enemy chiefs, and all the millions of people will die!" 》
"This is where the problem lies."
Mountbatt pouted and threw the newspaper back into Dimithi's arms.
"Green skin is so unbearable, how did the Benedict Empire "win" all the way from Aswan to the Biltierville mountain area? As a result, every time they annihilated millions of enemies, then the whole army turned in."
"Why do you say that?"
Dimitri asked curiously, and also took Mountbatten's memory back to a few days ago.
The information revealed at that meeting made him feel chilled now...