At noon the next day, outside the city of Laroche, a group of poor guys were driven out of the city by soldiers in the city as "unpopular people". A total of more than 50 people were staggering along the muddy road. Similarly, the rebels hiding in the nearby jungle also noticed the traces of the people.

A rebel soldier who was still dressed as a typical farmer in Wandai ran to his boss, "Report! Lieutenant, a group of people came out of the city!"

"Who? Is the Republican Army?" the lieutenant just asked casually, but was still lying in the hay with his eyes closed, making his dream of spring and autumn.

"I don't know, it seems that there are more than 50 people who are driven out by the soldiers in the city. You can see for yourself!" The conscientious rebel soldier gently pulled the lieutenant's collar with his hands. This was a taboo move.

The lieutenant who was woken up was obviously very unhappy. He got up cursingly, slapped the soldier, and then picked up the single-view glass handed over by his subordinates. Looking from a distance, except for a few seemingly injured sticks, everyone was bare-handed and ragged, looking listless.

The rebel who reported the intelligence of the boss touched his face and continued carefully: "Do you need to check them or report them directly to the leader?"

"Fuck you, Shavet, you bastard, those are the poor Wanderer like you." The rebel officer kicked the soldier hard again and kicked him to the ground, because the lieutenant confirmed that the people he saw were all a bunch of refugees, which he could tell just from his clothes.

"Fuck you, remember, just watch the Republicans in blue uniforms, and the mud legs don't have to worry about it." The lieutenant who wanted to continue beating and scolding his subordinates, thought that he hadn't finished his dream, then stopped and quickly climbed back to the haystack to lie down.

Shaweit, full of grievance, ran back to his previous post in shame, and was still greeting the female relatives of the Lieutenant. At the same time, the people began to walk past under his nose.

This group of people is nothing but a raid team led by Lieutenant Colonel Dawu. According to the combat deployment recently formulated yesterday, Dawu began to select commandos from his brigade. Unexpectedly, all the soldiers who knew how to ride horses ran to Lieutenant Colonel Xiade's cavalry regiment and bribed him the last bottle of high-quality red wine. Dawu got his wish and got 52 soldiers who could ride horses. What made him happy was that several of them were once local residents.

Considering the concealment of this march, Dawu made an extremely bold decision that all the commandos gave up any weapons, did not even prepare a dagger, dressed up as refugees and mingled out of the city, set off empty-handed, and the locals acted as guides. All this was just to deceive the many rebels in the forest.

Along the way, Dawu led his commando team and encountered five investigations of the rebels. Under the guidance of the guide, after several hours of difficult marches, it was only after 5 pm and before dark that the commando entered the pre-order point and started to rest.

The reservation point was a dense forest. There, the Priest Benier, who was notified in advance, sent angels to welcome their arrival. The Priest's angel was also a priest. Although he was only in his 40s, his hair was completely gray. He was wearing a priest's uniform to help him come here unimpeded from the rebel camp.

"You are one hour late, Lieutenant Colonel! Where is Major Famey?" The speaker was not complaining, but reminding Dawu.

"Major Famey stayed in the city and helped the general to evacuate refugees. There was no way, so there were too many inspections along the way, which delayed a lot of time. Well, what weapons did you bring to us?" Dawu explained while sitting on the turf and resting.

"There are only two short spears, four sabers, and some daggers, you can use them first. By the way, why didn't anyone inform me to prepare some food for you in advance?" The priest noticed that the lieutenant colonel soldiers were busy looking for wild fruits to fill their hunger, so he asked strangely.

"The food was stolen by the rebels, but it doesn't matter. The guide can find a lot of ready-made food for them. Now, can you introduce the information I want to care about?"

The troops of more than 50 people only had a few unsuitable weapons, and the whole team lacked food and was hungry, but Dawu did not complain. As the hero of the Battle of Nelwindon, he didn't care about these difficulties at all. But around the lieutenant colonel, the soldiers who could participate in this battle also had this idea.

The priest took out a roll of parchment from his arms, spread it carefully on the grass, and explained to Dawu: "All the goals you need to accomplish are now only more than 10 miles away from this rest point. You can reach it by turning over the hillside in front of you. There is a post at the hillside not far away, right here, there is an open post, and there are no secret posts nearby on duty. There should be 40 to 50 people in it, equipped with rifles and sabers. If you occupy it, you can get enough weapons. Of course, if you are lucky, you may be able to make a meal.

Go past the outpost and walk forward for a few minutes and you will see the rebels' granary, because it belongs to the rear of the rebels, and there are less than 10 people guarding the granary. On the left of the granary are rows of stables, all of which are Spanish war horses, and the beasts are feeding them with high-quality wheat. You are lucky. The Spaniards are now in charge of the rebels' artillery, the ammunition of the artillery and the artillery are concentrated in a warehouse near the stables. The Spanish sent their own company to guard two places.

All of this is the case, lieutenant colonel, and those who don’t understand.”

"Very good, no problem," Dawu said confidently after looking at the map twice.

…

At 12 o'clock in the evening, a heavy fog filled the sky and the earth. In the first half of the night, the bright moonlight was gone. The rebel outpost under the hillside was brightly lit, but it was pitch black outside the outpost. Several soldiers standing outside the door were drowsy. Although they had just changed their posts, this night without a trace of wind was really sleepy, not to mention that the scenery in front of them was still dark.

A sentry rubbed his right eye that had been closed again, and faced the darkness in front of him, he yawned a long time. The sentry wanted to chat with other companions on duty, but found that they were gone.

"Damn bastards, aren't I just bullying me as new? They all ran to the house to rest," the sentry cursed indignantly. But no matter how scolded he was, he had to continue on duty, but he felt too sleepy, so he placed the rifle in his arms by the wall, turned around, and took a little tobacco from his pocket and put it in his mouth to chew it.

The bitter taste of tobacco after chewing it gave him a little excitement, but this excitement lasted for 3 seconds. A powerful hand suddenly stretched out from behind, covering his mouth and nose tightly. A sharp dagger gently slid across the soldier's throat. He struggled weakly for two seconds. After a few seconds, the victim who suffered misfortune was let go of his hand and collapsed to the ground and could no longer get up.

"Last one!" A low voice in the darkness.

The entire operation was launched at 10 pm. Dawu led the soldiers to sneak into the bushes less than 50 steps away from the outpost. There, the commandos waited for an hour until Dawu confirmed that the outpost had changed again before ordering the raid.

After killing all the spies outside the outpost, Dawu led the soldiers into the wooden house.

In the small room, dozens of drunken soldiers were lying in a row, with rifles and other weapons placed around the corners of their walls, and several long tables, with candles lighted in the long tables, and many plates with food left and piles of empty wine bottles. Obviously, not long ago, all the soldiers in the outpost held their last dinner here for them.

Compared to solving the four sentries outside, it seems easier to kill the soldiers who died of drunkenness in front of you. The commandos took the daggers left by the rebels by the wall and used their skillful techniques to cut off the throats of the ugly guys one by one. No rebel struggled and resisted in the process, and sacrificed his life in vain.

After inspecting the rebel soldiers who were not breathing in the wooden house, Lieutenant Colonel Dawu arranged personnel to guard the outside, and ordered the commandos to collect weapons immediately and change into rebel uniforms. All soldiers took turns to rest for 5 minutes and prepared to attack again after eating the remaining food.

Ten minutes later, the commandos who had obtained weapons, equipment and food satisfaction left the post and moved towards the granary. The lights in the wooden house behind them were still the same, but they became a lifeless haunted house.

The granary is only 5 minutes away from the outpost. This is the largest grain reserve for the rebels. The huge warehouse is filled with wheat noodles and various kinds of dried meat. It is enough to meet the food consumption of tens of thousands of people for more than 10 days.

The commando who was inquiring before came back to report that there was only one rebel outside the room at the entrance of the warehouse, and everyone else was resting inside. However, judging from the sounds transmitted inside, they should not have been asleep.

Dawu popped up two fingers, and the two commandos next to him came forward to solve the small trouble.

"Hey!" A low voice sounded from behind the rebel soldiers. He subconsciously turned around, but saw a cold light sliding past his eyes. He immediately felt a hint of coldness in his throat. His hands were able to cover the throat that was constantly breathing out, and he wanted to scream hard, but he could only make a low moan, which was his last voice expression.

Just as the sentry fell to the ground, more than twenty figures touched the entrance of the room. The team members kicked open the door. Everyone rushed in, raised their saber and slashed at the living creatures in front of them. Only the dull sound from the saber, which was the sound of the blade colliding with the bones. The butchers didn't say anything, they were working attentively; but the prey were frightened by the scene in front of them, and in a panic, they forgot to shout for warning.

When Dawu walked into the room, the battle was already over. Compared to the last time, this place was like a standard slaughterhouse, with large and small pieces of human flesh and bones scattered around, and blood was connected to them. The lieutenant colonel was in a mood to continue watching the battlefield and ordered his soldiers to prepare for the ignition immediately. They found dry firewood to pile it in the warehouse.

A commando sergeant on duty outside walked to Dawu and whispered: "Report to Lieutenant Colonel, a Spanish captain who had just captured a French-speaking Spanish, to be precise, he took the initiative to capture us."

The Spanish captain, Dawu, felt something strange, and immediately asked the sergeant to take the Spanish captain into the house. The Spanish who entered the door was very young, less than 20 years old, with black hair curled up on his head. In terms of appearance, this Spanish should have come from a Spanish colony in the Americas.

"What's the matter with me, Captain." Dawu asked vigilantly.

"You need my help, French!" replied the captain.

"You are the Spanish, the enemy of France, why do you want to help me?" Dawu asked again.

"Spain is also my enemy. Well, time is tight, I can help you solve the artillery library and Colonel Fonsoto's stable. I believe you are very interested. There, more than 100 brothers in my company are also preparing to defect together." The captain said quite frankly.

Dawu looked at the strange captain in front of him and stared at his expression as he spoke, still hesitating inside.

The captain's advice was indeed very good. With their help, he would complete the remaining two tasks without any effort. But is he possible? However, from his eyes, he did not lie. In fact, if the captain wanted to assassinate himself, he just needed to shout, and thousands of rebels would come from the neighborhood and kill all the commandos, including himself.

Thinking of this, Dawu made up his mind and decided to take a chance. He nodded and called an officer in his team. After a few instructions, he asked the Spanish captain to lead the team forward and asked the two commandos to follow the "Espanyol" to prevent accidents.

The Spanish captain brought Davu and his 10 commandos to his barracks. More than 100 Spanish soldiers and subordinate officers gathered in the barracks, and they were all not old. When the captain told everyone that they were preparing to defect to the revolutionary France, the whole room jumped up excitedly and cheered loudly in Spanish, "Long live! Long live! Long live!"

Looking at this situation, Dawu finally confirmed the fact that the Spaniards were preparing to defect collectively, but was frightened by the other party's unwise actions and hurriedly wanted to go forward to stop it. The captain who surrendered smiled and told the lieutenant colonel that the French rebels had long been accustomed to the Spanish making unreasonable screams every night. Perhaps not shouting would make things worse.

At 1 a.m., just as all the rebels were sleeping soundly, three fires were ignited at the same time. The raging fire began to swallow up all the food reserves in the granary, wheat noodles, dried meat, red wine and a lot of honey, all of which gradually disappeared. In the stable, hundreds of war horses surrounded by fire ran around and neighed in horror, trying to break free from their own reins and rush out of the fire, but everything was futile. In the ammunition depot, the ignited fire yao made a deafening and violent explosion, and solid bombs were thrown around, and some even drilled out of the roof and smashed into every corner of the night.

Explosions, fire, and the neighing of war horses woke everyone up.

"Fire alarm! The granary is on fire."

"The fire yaoku is also on fire, go and put out the fire."

"Stable, go and take out all the horses!"

"Enemy attack! Damn it, an enemy is coming, pick up the weapon and prepare to fight back!"

…

The rebel soldiers were kicked off from the bed by their officers, and they woke up from their dreams and ran out of the room in disarray. Those who carried water, those who led horses, and those who picked up weapons were in a mess.

At this time, the commando team jointly surrendered the Spanish colonial soldiers, a total of more than 160 people, were already riding the newly captured war horses to the depths of the forest, and carrying a sack on the back of a horse. The surrendered Spanish soldiers told Lieutenant Colonel Dawu that this was a valuable gift they wanted to offer to General Andrew.
Chapter completed!