Anning retreated to the rear, while Davout rode his horse back and forth within his own troops' defense area, encouraging everyone.
"We have strong fortifications, built overnight yesterday! We will surely inflict heavy casualties on the enemy, making them forever remember the military flag of our First Brigade!"
Someone joked, "There's nothing special about our brigade's military flag though!"
"Yeah, except for a Roman numeral, it's almost just some patterns left!"
Davout: "If you fight well this time, a beech tree will be added to the military flag to record your merits!"
"That's not really something to be excited about! It's just a beech tree after all!" A sergeant teased, "If you ask me, we might as well just add a beer mug, symbolizing that everyone will have beer to drink in the future!"
The soldiers burst into laughter.
