Chapter 1875: The Stranger Woman

Inside the granary, the combat command room.

"General, there is a woman outside who says she knows you."

Nashadier looked at the guard who had come to report, his brows raised: "A woman says she knows me?"

"Are you sure you heard correctly?"

Nashadier did not know many women in this place, and hearing that a woman claimed to know him made him feel even more incredulous.

"No, that woman asked about you the entire way here."

Nashadier pondered for a moment, frowning as he said: "Let her in."

"Yes."

"Come in," the guard said.

Soon, a beautiful figure walked in. Nashadier looked at the woman before him, his expression changing slightly, and he struggled to force his face to remain steady.

Marina's excitement was evident on her face; she walked forward, looked at Nashadier, and struck a delicate, clinging pose, saying: "Master, I have seen you again."

Nashadier let Marina throw herself into his arms, and he was slightly stunned.

Looking at the woman in his arms, he did not know what words to use to express his emotions for a moment.

It was as if his throat were blocked by a bellyful of words, and not knowing which one to say, he could only give a soft "mm."

Seeing this, the guard retreated silently.

They never would have imagined that this general, who used troops like a god and appeared extremely fierce, would actually have such a side.

They retreated, leaving only the two of them in the room.

After a long while, as if he had only just reacted, Nashadier asked: "Marina, didn't I tell you to stay in the village? You came out?"

"And how did you find us?"

Marina snuggled into Nashadier's arms and said: "After you left, Master, I came out. I searched for you for a long time outside, and finally heard that a battle had broken out here, and that it was the French troops fighting, so I searched over."

"Fortunately, you returned to this zone. If you had been in another zone, I don't think I would have been able to find you, Master."

At this moment, Shawn walked in and happened to see the scene of Nashadier and Marina embracing.

Shawn froze for three seconds, then turned and left silently.

As he left, he had an apologetic look on his face.

After Shawn walked out, he gave an order: "No one is to go in; the General is handling important matters..."

The guard gave an "oh," and soon the sound of bumping and slapping came from inside.

At this time, America.

Longyan City.

The failure of the first attack did not crush their morale; in the previous battle, they had also gained quite a lot.

They had basically figured out the defensive strength of Longyan City.

Kenteer sneered: "Although Longyan possesses the most advanced Cannon in the world, Longyan City lacks enough Longyan Soldiers to operate them."

"Manpower is their fatal weakness."

The other Strategists nodded in agreement, and one of them said: "General, our French Soldier immigration in America is also not high."

"In terms of manpower, the number of soldiers we can actually use is not much different from Longyan."

Kenteer said indifferently: "Let those Indians serve as cannon fodder; we still have slaves, they are also cannon fodder."

"Longyan City is located in the mountains, easy to defend and hard to attack. The best way to attack is through attrition; we must cut off the connection between Longyan City and the outside world, especially with Yun City."

"We are not yet clear on the situation in Yun City; we must be careful about the communication between Longyan City and Yun City."

Kenteer thought for a moment and added: "Notify Lord Richard, and have him write a letter to mobilize the forces in the Spanish colonies to blockade the coast of Yun City."

"Yes..."

Kenteer looked at the crudely drawn topographic map, frowned, and reprimanded: "Why is the topographic map of Longyan City made so crudely!"

"What can be seen from such a map? Where is the cartographer? Have him make another one!"

The Strategists did not speak, nor did they know how to respond.

Kenteer looked at them with displeasure and said again: "What exactly is going on?"

"Does no one know?"

A Strategist stood up and said: "General, the terrain of Longyan City is complex. What we can observe now can only be drawn into such a map; to be more detailed, one must stand on the commanding heights."

"But that place is already firmly held by the Longyan Army, and our men cannot attack it at all, so there is no way to draw a more precise topographic map."

Kenteer let out a heavy breath, waved his hand, and said: "Alright, I understand."

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Send out a reconnaissance team, take a cartographer, and try to have him draw a more accurate map."

"I do not want us to still be using such a map when we attack; it will cause our soldiers to suffer heavy losses!"

"Yes..."

Kenteer's order was issued, and that very day, the French cartographer set out with the reconnaissance team.

And what Kenteer did not yet know was that on a distant mountain, the Longyan Army scouts had long since noticed all of this.

The Telescope they were equipped with was a special Telescope improved by Longyan.

It possessed an observation distance more than eight times that of an ordinary Telescope.

"The French have sent troops into the mountains?" the Longyan scout murmured to himself.

He immediately said to his comrade beside him: "You continue to observe; I will go report this news to the General."

He handed the Telescope to his comrade and ran back all the way.

At this time, Qin Zhangfeng was examining the topographic map of the area around Longyan City, marking the French positions they had observed so far.

They were not yet clear on how many troops the French had sent out or how many positions they had established.

Which ones were traps?

Furthermore, the Longyan Army itself did not have sufficient troops, and they were afraid that if they launched an attack, the French troops would launch a sneak attack.

So they chose not to attack.

Instead, they collected more combat intelligence on the French troops, attempting to analyze the enemy's movements from this information to determine subsequent operational plans.

Just as Qin Zhangfeng was deep in thought, a Longyan scout walked in and reported: "General, we observed a squad of French troops entering the mountains."

Qin Zhangfeng asked without even raising his head: "Indians?"

For these past few days, in order to clear the Landmines buried by the Longyan Army in the mountains.

The French had no good Method, so they could only adopt the simplest and most effective Method: releasing Indian slaves or black slaves to serve as cannon fodder to scout the path.

"No, it is not; this time the French have sent out an eleven-man squad composed of Frenchmen, and they are heading toward a mountain peak near our Longyan City."

Qin Zhangfeng raised his head and glanced at the scout: "Can you determine their location?"

An eleven-man squad composed of Frenchmen sounded very suspicious.

Although the French had been in America for so many years, their settled immigrant population was very sparse.

They occupied the largest colony in North America, but their total immigrant population likely did not exceed 150,000.

The number of troops was even more scarce.

Therefore, every French Soldier was elite and extremely precious to them.

But now that the French had actually sent out an eleven-man squad into the mountains, it certainly was not for something like mine-clearing.