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Less than a month after the official establishment of Titans, the instructors sent by V.E Company had been training for 20 weeks with Prussian whips full of love and passion, and non-pause and repetition of the all-metal shell profanity, in order to make this group of rookies who carried hoes and wheat forks before enlisting in the army become qualified "great killer machines" faster, and even the recruits of District 11 practiced bayonets with live people.

Hurrying up, the Qì Killers who had completed their initial training were freshly baked and boarded the train to Castile, ready to show off the results of their training.

The journey to Titans was easy and smooth. The V.E Railways learned their previous lesson, and the pressure was relieved by controlling the total volume of transport, and it took only one day for the 50,000 Titans army to reach the empty plains south of Azusarana.

Before they arrived, the Defence Army inside and outside the city moved a lot on the transport ships of the Navy and Air Force, leaving the engineer battalion in charge of destruction and one regiment to escort the booty back from Girona by train.

Except for the Chasseur Battalion, which is tasked with special tasks, there are no more defense forces left here.

Immediately after disembarking, Titans began to build fortifications in preparation for the avenging army of the Castilians.

After several weeks of training in field fortifications, and with the ample equipment provided by V.E., the recruits completed a complete set according to European standards of the late 19th and early 20th centuries in just one day. It can also be called a strong and highly threatening field defense system. Then, the black-clad GIs crouched in the trenches, munching and complaining about canned luncheon meat, waiting for an angry Castile to come to their door.

According to their powerful sources, 70,000 Castilians were only a day's way away, and the soldiers waited patiently for the decisive moment while carefully caring for their equipment as if they were wives. But just two days later, the royal banner of the Castilian Habsburgs, a combination of lions, eagles, shields, castles, tulips, and golden irises, appeared on the horizon.

The whole army of Titans, from the officers to the horsemen, couldn't help but wonder: could it be that these guys crawled all the way through the mountains and rivers with knives, horses, and songs?

This is really a wrongful offense to the loyal and patriotic Castillan knights. This group of vengeful super hunks came from the Basque provinces in full armor and starry night. The number of horses killed along the way is a staggering number.

It's just that the rest of the day was too helpless for them.

Before evacuating Azugrana, the General Staff issued instructions to the engineer battalion and the chasseur company, instructing them to [delay and hinder the enemy's march]. The elven warriors who understood it were very well executed. It's almost ruthless.

Under the command of Major Sherman. The sappers burned town after town. Often the engineer battalion has not yet arrived. More than a dozen kilometers away, the flames could already be seen, and by the time the engineer battalion left, all that was left was charred dirt, corpses, and bare tree trunks.

In addition to carrying forward the glorious tradition of the FFF regiment. The engineer battalion also developed a new scorched earth tactic, blowing up all bridges and piers, laying mines in iron mines, setting coal mines on fire and allowing them to spontaneously combust them, killing livestock and inhabitants, and dumping corpses into wells or river beaches along with manure and lime. Sometimes one or two uninhabited villages are deliberately left behind, with tanks filled with poisoned water and mines or anti-infantry mines planted in bedrooms, kitchen stoves and urinals. The marching avenue is a collection of traps - small pits the size of a horse's hooves designed to break the hooves of valuable military horses, a pit that can be stuffed into a heavy chariot with sharpened bamboo coated with dung, and a variety of IED made by the idea kings with 81mm mortar shells and 155mm howitzer shells......

The efforts of the sappers caused great trouble for the Castillians, and the army of 70,000 was like a hard march in a desert full of traps, and every step of the way had to be carefully checked, every bush, every land, every stone had to be scrutinized by the unafraid death squads. The list of casualties and the screams that tortured the morale of the troops were growing, but vital food, medicine, and water were rare to come by - all of which had to be procured from the far rear and delivered slowly.

It is entirely conceivable that on this road, which is known as "no animal can walk", the movement of the troops has become very slow.

But this qiē was just a headache, and the snipers of the Wehrmacht's huntsman company were unbearable for the Castilian knights.

Elves are a race that produces excellent marksmen, as well as a set of wild survival and camouflage techniques that have been passed down from generation to generation and constantly explored and perfected. A group of top marksmen were carefully selected from many Orion's children, and then tempered and restrained with strict military training and discipline, and finally formed a company composed of elite snipers - the Chasseur Company. This group of "invisible devils" used the heads of one Castilian commander after another, laying for themselves a ladder to glory.

It's easy to find a well-dressed target in a large crowd of Castilians, and the heralds who are running back and forth on both sides of the queue are great targets. A two-man sniper team happily selects their prey, and each 7.92mm bullet delivers the target to the Mother Goddess.

In the evening, the commander of the counterattack, Don García de Toledo, found that he had lost control of the forward troops. All the soldiers were doing different things in a mess -

deserted and fled;

Holding his head and shrinking on the side of the road, he didn't dare to move;

Regardless of a qiē, digging up grass roots and other things that can quench thirst and wrap the stomach;

The marquis's anger continued to heat up, almost boiling and exploding, and there were more important reasons besides the appearance of the soldiers.

Why is there no one to command these stupid guys!Where are all the officers dead?!

The Marquis almost roared, whether it was a sergeant, a junior knight, a baron, a viscount - there should be at least more than 170 guys called "chiefs" in the forward troops! Among them, there was even an earl!

In order to prevent the chaos from continuing to expand and cause great chaos in the whole army. The Marquis sent heralds to the commanders to convey his orders, and tried to contact the cowards by means of communication. But not a single herald returned, nor did a single messenger from the forward force report to him, and the communication technique was sent out without any response.

The Marquis could no longer see the officers and heralds, because of their conspicuous attire, they were all X's on the sniper's battle list, and the heralds were lying next to three or five comrades who tried to help but were shot......

For the famous Flemish Iron Army, this day of marching was the most difficult of their military careers. (To be continued......)