Chapter 95: 95 low wall

"Tang Mo!" As Tang Mo prepared to mount his horse, Alice called out to him from behind.

Tang Mo turned his head and looked at the noble young lady in military attire, still charming and cute, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his face, "What is it?"

"You... be careful out there!" Alice was a bit shy and somewhat troubled. She couldn't figure out her place, yet felt she needed to stand there and urge him with that line.

Logically, with her status, she shouldn't be saying things like a little wife, but she just couldn't help coming over and saying it anyway.

"Okay!" Tang Mo felt a long-missed warmth, so he mounted his horse and, as he pulled the reins, he responded to Alice with that word.

"What task has Lord Earl given us?" Wes, riding his horse, followed beside and slightly behind Tang Mo, asking loudly.

"To hold the Triple Fork! Do you know that place?" Tang Mo answered without turning his head.

"I know... but are you sure he asked us to do something that can't be done?" Wes sounded a bit hesitant, but he decided it was still necessary to remind Tang Mo.

"No choice. If we can't do it, Northern Ridge will have no chance of winning at all." Tang Mo, while riding back to his troops, said helplessly.

Seeing Tang Mo and Wes return, Tagg, Luff, and the others who had been waiting with the troops approached on horseback, coming together with Tang Mo.

The group found a hill slope that allowed them to oversee their troops passing on the road below; they dismounted and made this temporary headquarters.

"Where's the artillery?" Curious upon seeing the return of Tang Mo and his group, Tagg asked.

According to the original plan, Tang Mo should have brought back 20 field cannons and about 200 artillerymen.

These artillerymen could provide effective support for their operations on the plains and also take some pressure off Tang Mo's group, which only had six cannons.

Tang Mo shook his head and replied helplessly, "I'm afraid, Tagg, there are no cannons left!"

"What do you mean?" Tagg was taken aback and then looked at Wes, then back at Tang Mo.

"The materials supported by the Kingdom for Lord Earl Fisheo were lost in the rout, so now we can only rely on ourselves." Tang Mo could only explain in detail.

He spoke briefly about confirmed and unconfirmed news, which made everyone's expression grow more serious.

Tagg had also just learned the latest news: the artillery meant to support Northern Ridge had fallen into Suthers' forces' hands, and it was almost certain that Northern Ridge's reinforcements would not arrive.

Without artillery support, and without aid from the direction of Brunas, all they could rely on now was what little they themselves had on hand.

"But, but we only have six cannons!" Luff, on the other side, emphasized with some gloom.

Each company was divided into three platoons, and each platoon had its own platoon leader. These infantry platoons had apparently all trained in the Vicious Forest and had each carried out bandit suppression missions on their own.

What surprised him even more was that when the three companies were combined, it formed what Tang Mo called a new recruits camp, and it actually had artillery.

Moreover, the artillery corps that Tang Mo belonged to was even larger in scale than the typical battalion-level artillery corps: although his battalion had only 6 cannons, it was composed of over 100 artillerymen.

These artillerymen were in classrooms half a month ago, being personally taught artillery techniques by Tang Mo, but Tagg was unaware of their actual combat capability.

He only knew that these artillerymen were surprisingly equipped with over 100 warhorses, and additionally, there were 40 wagons accompanying them, creating quite an impressive sight.

Furthermore, every soldier in the entire troop was issued an engineer shovel, a special mess kit, and an exquisite harness. Each soldier was issued a new model bayonet, and all the soldiers had their own set of color-dulled, strange, long military uniforms, plus extra blankets, three pairs of socks, two sets of thick trousers, and undershirts.

All of the soldiers had uniform knapsacks, and the boots were all of the same style. The officers' overcoats had bars as a sign of their rank; higher-ranking officers even had fur collars on their coats, which looked quite classy.

Tagg particularly liked this kind of overcoat and had put one on over his bright yellow Leite Kingdom standard-issue military uniform. If only the coat's color weren't so dull, he might have liked it even more.

Indeed, according to Tang Mo's eccentric organization and luxurious equipment, the cost of equipping a battalion was more than what two battalions in Northern Ridge would spend.

But then again, Tagg felt that this new recruits camp, in comparison to the main forces of Northern Ridge, looked more majestic and more stylish.

As Tang Mo used to say in an odd saying, "Appearance is fighting power!"

Watching his troops advance along the road, Tang Mo felt increasingly confident: "Now, this private fund has found its place in the fight."

Luff looked at Redman and saw that he too was looking back at him, prompting Luff to ask, albeit reluctantly: "What should we do?"

Tagg, savvy with experience, was the first to speak: "The enemy's cannons will cause us great casualties; we must find a way..."

"So, we must figure out a way to negate the enemy's artillery firepower advantage," Redman, the actual commander of this force, also said at this point.

Tang Mo sketched a rough map of the terrain on the ground with a stick: "The T-junction is a good spot, where three roads meet, there's a small village. This is a terrain advantage we can rely on."

"I've been there before, there is a low wall..." Tagg added briefly.

Speaking of the low wall sparked inspiration in Tang Mo; he recalled another very famous wall, one that had altered the course of history.

Thus, sliding the branch along the road, he began: "The road is a slightly elevated high point. We can build a low wall along one side of the road, connecting this wall to the village."

"But sir, how tall of a wall can we build in such a rush? If the workload is too great, our soldiers will be exhausted, which will affect their combat effectiveness," Tagg expressed his concern that relying on a hastily built low wall would not be enough to offset the enemy's numerical advantage.

"About, a wall up to the chest would be sufficient," Tang Mo recalled the low wall in his mind and replied with a smile.