The Third Brigade's encirclement operation was indeed in trouble, and it was an unexpected big trouble.

Half an hour ago, Lieutenant Jacques and Sergeant Victor went down from the top of the canyon along the high-altitude ropes and silently to the entrance to the south of the canyon. They squatted beside the bushes on the road, quietly observing the situation of the rear barracks of the Spanish army not far away, and preparing to wait until the sentry rotated. At this time, the first battle in the direction of Caishi Town had just ended.

Very unlucky, a poisonous snake crawled on Victor's neck at some point. The worm raised its head and spitted a terrifying red message. The veteran was so scared that he rushed out of the woods. While jumping and jumping, he was still shouting, alarming several Spanish sentries on duty. Due to the fog blocking and the visibility was not high, the soldiers shot in the direction of the sound without hesitation. One of the bullets was hitting Victor's abdomen and fell to the ground to moan in pain.

Seeing this, Jacques had no time to complain and hurriedly jumped onto the road. In front of the Spanish patrolman who came to hear the news, he threw the short gun in his hand and explained his identity as a British messenger to a sergeant who was surrounded in Spanish.

"I am Lieutenant William of the coalition intelligence department and Captain Gibson's messenger." After obtaining permission, Jacques raised the encrypted letter in his hand and handed it to the patrol sergeant.

The sergeant led the team took the letter and put it in his arms without looking at it. He just moved the bayonet aimed at Jacques a little. He pointed at Victor on the ground and pretended to be dead, and asked bluntly: "Who is this person, why do you speak French? What is your relationship with him?"

Jacques hated the guy who was not good enough to do anything, but he still secretly made a gesture to Victor. Regardless of whether his companions saw clearly or not, he understood, and explained to the sergeant in the team: "His name is Victor, he is indeed a Frenchman, a French deserter, and was captured by me on the way. He wanted to escape just now, so he alarmed you."

After saying that, Jacques showed British gentlemanly arrogance. Under the threat of several bayonets, he calmly sorted out his clothes and appearance, and then ordered in an orderly tone: "Sergeant, as the messenger of the Allied Intelligence Department, I hope to be received by the equivalent officers. As for my captives, please help me properly place them in the hospital for care, and do not let him die."

The sergeant led the team obviously understood the British's habitual behavior, and also knew that General Galicia's welcome attitude towards the British, so he naturally would not be angry. The sergeant of the patrol waved his hand and asked several soldiers to carry the injured French deserter into the ambulance. He picked up the pistol discarded by the British and led the "Lieutenant William" to meet the chief officer of the remaining military camp, Major Alberto.

After checking and confirming the identity of the British messenger, Major Alberto returned the gun and letters of "Lieutenant William". The officer also asked diligently whether the "Lieutenant" would go to the front line to meet General Galicia, and he was willing to provide a fast horse.

Jacques shook his head and said, "Nothing is urgent. I am still waiting for the good news from General Galicia here. I hope to taste the wonderful Bordeaux productive brandy with General Galicia in Merida."

Major Alberto smiled, no longer insisted, and never had doubts in his heart. In the eyes of most Spanish, British people were not good guys, just like French people. British people like to play the role of a well-dressed noble gentleman, avoiding the bloody battlefield from afar, and waving the pounds in their hands, so that the Spaniards would bleed and work hard in order to defend the British Isles.

"Major, I need your permission to go to the ambulance to interrogate the French captive and learn some information from him." Before leaving, Jacques made a seemingly reasonable request to Alberto.

It was an easy thing, but Major Alberto looked embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, he asked the sergeant who was waiting outside the tent to come in and reminded him: "Sergeant Lucio, you arrange for Lieutenant William to meet with Lieutenant Colonel Osvaldo, and he needs to interrogate the French captive."

"The camp leader is just a major, but not a lieutenant colonel with a higher rank? What's going on?" With a heart full of questions, Jacques followed Sergeant Lucio out of the barracks.

Along the way, Jacques raised his doubts to the accompanying sergeant, who hesitated and did not tell the truth. It was not until Jacques proposed to use 10 Rials to make a deal that the truth was drawn from Sergeant Lucio: it turned out that Major Alberto belonged to a cavalry sequence, an infantry battalion commanded by Lieutenant Colonel Osvaldo. Regarding the matters of the left-behind camp in the rear, Galicia assigned the cavalry general Pedro to be responsible for the cavalry general. The latter appointed his direct line to control the military affairs of the left-behind unit on the grounds that Major Alberto could read and write, while Lieutenant Colonel Osvaldo had not studied, even though there were only 120 cavalry teams under Major Alberto.

So Lieutenant Colonel Osvaldo was unhappy. In terms of military rank, he was a lieutenant colonel, higher than the first rank of the major; in terms of the number of directly affiliated troops, his infantry battalion had 500 people, far better than Major Alberto's two cavalry squadrons. Although Lieutenant Colonel Osvaldo dared not openly resist General Pedro's appointment of the landlord of the rear camp, he made trouble everywhere behind him. The infantry were consistent with his position and absolutely obeyed and accepted any orders from the "four-legged beasts".

As for the nearly two hundred men's baggage team, they would not participate in the power dispute between the two officers at all, and remained neutral and tried not to offend both parties. However, the ambulance was within the scope of Lieutenant Colonel Osvaldo's authority.

Jacques secretly complained that the power dispute between infantry officers and cavalry officers would inevitably affect his contact with Victor. The latter's life and death were put aside, but the crotons were still placed in Victor's backpack. Fortunately, he disguised himself in advance and mixed with various spices, which ordinary soldiers could not see at all.

The result of the meeting with Lieutenant Colonel Osvaldo was as unhappy as Jacques himself had expected. The infantry Lieutenant Colonel immediately refused to exchange French prisoners of war to the British, and claimed that the jurisdiction of prisoners of war is now in the infantry battalion. When the damn Frenchman wakes up, he will personally interrogate him. At that time, he will generously invite "Lieutenant William" to participate in the interrogation.

"Lieutenant Colonel, I will protest to General Galicia in the name of the coalition intelligence department. Because your irrational behavior will inevitably endanger the national interests of the British Empire!" Jacques accused threateningly. However, no matter how loud his tone, how serious his tone or how angry his expression could not change the original intention of the infantry battalion commander.

Lieutenant Colonel Osvaldo ignored the threat of the British and said proudly: "Dear Mr. Courier, the front line command is located in the town of Quarry 10 kilometers away. If you can obtain approval from General Galicia within an hour, I will exchange the French prisoner for you. But if you cannot, please wait patiently for my order within an hour. Lieutenant William, please remember that it is my order!"

After saying that, Lieutenant Colonel Osvaldo waved his hand and "invite" his barracks with his accompanying cavalry sergeant.

After being driven out, Jacques, who was furious, said he wanted to protest with Major Alberto, but when he looked back, he found that Sergeant Lucio had already applied oil to the soles of his feet and disappeared.

"A group of Spanish bastards!" It's a pity that no matter how angry or scolded Jacques were, it was useless.

He found a soldier, used silver coins to find the location of the ambulance station, and was about to force it into the air. But the Spaniards had already made arrangements, and the two armed sentries standing guard did not listen to any defenses of the "British people" and allowed outsiders to enter unless they received the orders from Lieutenant Colonel Osvaldo. So in front of the two bright bayonets, Jacques retreated very wisely and helplessly.

At this time, the battle in Caishi Town had ended for about 15 minutes. According to the original plan, Jacques should open the gate leading to the outside of the military camp after 30 minutes and put 300 commandos into the camp. Within an hour, the commandos must complete the occupation of the Spanish rear defense camp and completely block the rear of the main force in Caishi Town.

But now, if the journey is not going well, everything will not go well.

Just when Jacques had no choice, he saw an acquaintance, Tias, a Spanish soldier with freckles and numb faces from afar. Judging from his appearance, Tias was doing very badly in Galician's army, and then fell into the kitchen of the baggage team to work.

He had a scattered head and a haggard look. He had thick bandages on his hands, and blood was oozing, as if he had been scratched by sharp objects. Within a few minutes, everyone in the kitchen was instructing Tias to work constantly, and they were all heavy work that was put into strength. If he was a little loose, he either scolded loudly or punched or kicked, and did not treat him as a patient or as his own.

Jacques took out another Rial from his arms and curiously inquired about Tias's news. Only then did he realize that the unlucky person in front of him actually participated in the night attack on Caishi Town last night. Unfortunately, the canned alarm was triggered by the hand-pulled wire, which exposed the entire operation in advance. Tias himself was also demoted to the kitchen of the baggage team by the captain, and encountered ruthless humiliation from his comrades, but no one sympathized with him.

In the early days, Jacques was a little worried, afraid of being recognized by Thias and then expose his true identity. But now, this acquaintance may be the lucky star that concerns the success or failure of this operation. After all, in Jacques's view, he and Thias had some kindness. In the hotel in Barros, it was the kindness he insisted on in his heart that preserved Thias' life. Otherwise, Jacques could kill the burden at any time, rather than tied with ropes.

Of course, there are risks, and it is a great risk. Once Tias' hatred for himself is greater than the temptation of promise, the trouble will be greater, and the entire operation will have the possibility of failure. But Jacques has no time, the commando has no time, and the Third Brigade has no time, and the Desai General in Caishi Town has no time, so he must make a quick decision and make a decision.

After making up his mind, Jacques once again opened the way with a silver bullet and instructed the house leader to ask Tias to deliver a breakfast to his tent.

Five minutes later, in the British messenger's tent, Thias looked up and unexpectedly saw the cruel and hateful Master Gomez. He was stunned at first, and then his face changed drastically. He jumped up to warn loudly, but was quickly subdued by Jacques, who had been guarding. The Frenchman covered the other party's mouth and nose with strong arms, and pinched his throat tightly, and crushed Thias to the ground, unable to move at all.

"If you don't want to die, just listen to me and finish it! If you agree, blink 3 times first!" Jacques threatened with a stern voice.

Tias was frightened in his heart, because he felt that he was about to suffocate and could only do it honestly according to Jacques's way.

Seeing that Tias was so well-behaved, Jacques pressed against the other party's throat and relaxed a little bit so that the prisoners could breathe smoothly.

"Tias, I want to know that you are also from Aragonese and are now under the jurisdiction of Duke Hruna. In this regard, we should not be enemies of life and death, but comrades who cooperate with each other. Besides, I know a little about your misfortune, and the Spaniards will not give you any respect or opportunity. Unless you are always willing to be bullied in the kitchen, but are unable to resist.

Of course, I should bear some responsibility when you have fallen into today's miserable predicament. So, I will give you a chance or compensation now, and do one or two small helps within my ability to cooperate with my actions. In exchange, I can promise to get you an opportunity to be a subject of the Duke of Hruna and enough money rewards for you afterwards.

If you accept it, blink 3 more times. I will slowly let go of your mouth and nose, hoping that you will not resist or warn. Even if you turn around and report my existence to the Spaniards, in Barros that day, it was because you neglected your precaution against me that led to that mutiny. Once it was found out by Galicia and others, your own ending will not be much better than it is now, I understand!"

Tias couldn't wait to blink three times again, and Jacques slowly let go of his hands that strangled the other person's mouth, nose and throat.

"Okay, okay, what do I need to do?" Tias lay on the ground, gasping heavily, as if a drowning person was pulled back to the shore.

When Thias's strength was almost restored, Jacques pulled him up and whispered: "It's very simple. You go to the ambulance to send it to a French prisoner of war who was imprisoned there 20 minutes ago and take out his backpack. If anyone asks, you say that the backpack has good spices in it that can be used to make soup. I know that the kitchen is making Luzon soup for the soldiers. After you go back, find an opportunity to put all the spices in a big pot."

"Is it poison? This doesn't work!" Tias instinctively resisted.

"It's just a laxative. You know I've always been kind and don't like seeing blood and corpses!" Jacques said with a smile. Before sending Tias out of the tent, he added: "Before you leave here and regain your freedom and are ready to consider revealing my identity to the Spaniards, you should think more about whether you are willing to become a subject of the Catalonian-Aragorn Kingdom with respect and countless money, or continue to accept the wanton persecution of the Spaniards and act as a lowly slave to your so-called comrades!"

After waiting for Thias to leave speechlessly, Jacques also filled his pistol with ammunition. He walked casually to the barracks fence and monitored Thias' every move from afar. Once the latter acted abnormally or the Spanish came to round him up, the only way was to shoot and warn him so that the nearby commandos could act in advance.

"I've been betting, if I succeed, I'll ask for the 1,000 francs for the damn Vittor!" Jacques' heart began to beat violently. If there were other ways, he would never hand over his life to an enemy. But time didn't wait for anyone. If the plan was unexpected, Jacques must take the determination to burn his boat.

Thinking of this, he tightened the pistol in his arms, "Damn it, I will be exposed later. Should I hit the Spaniard first or consider escaping first?"
Chapter completed!