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Although Chu Guang has not shown his face on the front line for more than a week, Chu Guang has always had his little players silently watching him from behind.

After seeing a series of outrageous actions by these players, Chu Guang was also dumbfounded.

"Good guy...this 'game' really made them understand."

Cannon fodder-style training is okay.

Not only did I help the pangolins clean their heads, but I also helped the friendly troops remove the inventory at the bottom of the box.

In this way, Pangolin obtained military industry, newbies grew up, friendly forces obtained new equipment, and the alliance obtained arms orders... In total, he won at least three times, and he still won while lying down.

Which genius came up with this idea!

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the desk, tilted her little head, observed the expression on Chu Guang's face, and asked in a low voice.

"Master, I feel like the undercover agents you arranged in the legion are in danger... Do you want me to remind them? Don't be too exaggerated."

"No, just let them be," Chu Guang smiled and shook his head, "That guy won't die that easily. It would be too fake to show mercy on the battlefield, but this would be more real. It would be better if he could be injured."

As a war hero, he was sent back to the rear to recuperate, and maybe he could go to the west of Central Continent to see what the situation was like in the Legion.

He always heard Vanus say how majestic the City of Triumph was, but there wasn't even a photo, and the official website information was not easy to write about.

Xiao Qi nodded in understanding.

"Okay."

Although I don’t understand it very well, the owner said so, so there should be no problem.

With his index finger sliding the mouse wheel, Chu Guang continued to browse the posts on the forum.

It was almost at the point where we were about to go offline. In the group called [No Insiders], a certain insider suddenly jumped out.

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Brothers are cute!!! Big inside story!"

Edge of water: "What's the inside story?"

I was the darkest: "Were you carried away by Mengxin?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Get out! Let's get down to business, wasn't there a shortage of ammunition on the front line before? At first, the ammunition here was distributed from other sections of this defense zone, but today it suddenly started to be distributed from other defense zones!"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "What the hell?!"

Edge of water: "Real or fake?"

Commander Quan Shui: "Can you confirm which defense zone it is!?"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Hey, that's exactly what I want to say. The ammunition boxes delivered today are engraved with the numbers G40 and 41. As expected, they should have been sent from these two defense zones!"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Awesome!"

Commander Quanshui: "Remember to count every ammunition delivered! At that time, we can calculate the remaining ammunition in each defense zone and adjust the offensive route of Plan 3 in a targeted manner!"

As he typed out these words, Commander Quanshui's palms were almost sweating with excitement.

If all goes well, when the operation officially begins next week, they will face a group of defenders who are short of ammunition and have low morale.

This line of defense is as fragile as an egg shell, it will break if you knock it!

As long as a hole can be opened in their defense line, the armored troops of the Skeleton Corps can drive straight into Oasis No. 3, and cooperate with the forces of several divisions following up from behind to quickly divide the battlefield and completely break up the enemy's defenses.

It's no problem to annihilate these 100,000 troops!

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Hey, how much merit does this have?"

Commander Quan Shui: "A real special achievement!"

Edge stroke: "6666!"

In just one week, the 700-man team led by Pangolin had wiped out a thousand-man team from the alliance.

The victories in the past few days not only increased the confidence of the soldiers on the front line, but also the officers at all levels of headquarters could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Before heading to the front line, they saw frightened deserters everywhere and heard rumors about how brutal and brutal the Union soldiers were.

Looking at it now, it’s nothing more than that.

I guess it was just the excuses those clumsy followers made for their own failure.

Nowadays, the legendary deeds of the G53-7 Defense Zone are like being given wings and spread throughout the entire legion under Griffin's instruction.

This kind of legendary story boosts morale, similar to that of an ace sniper or pilot.

Although one or two elites cannot change the direction of the entire battle, they can give most people the confidence that "I can do whatever I want".

There are different opinions within the legion as to why the alliance clings to defense zone G53-7 and refuses to invest more troops in the battle.

Some people believe that position G53 may be the strategic focus of the next phase of the alliance's offensive plan, and they plan to use it as a breakthrough point in the battle.

However, most people still prefer another view.

That is, there were differences within the alliance on whether to continue the war.

This situation is not uncommon in the Legion's path of conquest.

Despite its huge size, not every unit of the legion can achieve a hearty victory in every battle.

Especially those wars that are not led by the overall will of the legion will occasionally be swayed by the surviving forces entrenched in the local area.

But even so, these survivor settlements finally chose to surrender out of fear of the huge size of the legion.

Of course, there are still a few people who believe that the reason may be more direct than conceptual differences - the alliance can hardly survive in a physical sense.

War is a money-burning game.

It is true that enterprises provide assistance to the alliance, but the continued losses caused by the aid are also real. If the alliance itself bears all the logistical expenses, the alliance's economic size and nascent industrial capacity may not be able to last even a week.

This information was provided by their business partner, the Bugla Free State located in the northern part of the Valley Province.

In this case, it is not difficult to explain why the equipment of the soldiers who launched a "suicide attack" towards the G53-7 defense line became more and more stretched every time.

Camp No. G53-7.

Looking at the bundles of rifles and a pile of ammunition of varying calibers and lengths piled on the ground, the officer who came here to recover the trophies couldn't help but laugh in a mocking tone.

"Did they take out all the inventory at the bottom of the box?"

The equipment captured on the battlefield has a high failure rate, so before use, it usually needs to be sent to the repair team under the Ten Thousand Corps for repair and reconditioning.

The positioning of this repair team is probably similar to the maintenance company under the division level.

According to the military regulations of the Legion, combat units at all levels are not allowed to privately withhold seized equipment unless there are special circumstances. It needs to be sent to the maintenance team for reconditioning first, and then transferred to the logistics team for unified distribution.

However, this military regulation was not strictly enforced.

After all, it is up to the frontline commanders to judge whether the situation is special. Considering that supplies may be gone at any given day, most commanders prefer to keep the supplies for themselves.

Especially now that it is obvious that there is a problem with the replacement, no matter how high the failure rate of these captured weapons is, it is better than nothing.

However, the pangolin is different. This simple war hero "generously" gave away all the supplies seized from the alliance.

joke.

He is not stupid!

What kind of rifles did that bitch in Quanshui give to the newbies? The newbies couldn't figure it out. How could he not figure it out?

This is a beta version, and you don’t even need iron tube rifles or dogs!

"It seems that the alliance's logistics has a big problem," Warfield Man whistled and casually agreed, "Maybe it won't take long to win."

The officer grinned.

"I really don't know how those rookies who escaped from Oasis No. 9 fought."

The warlord teased.

"It just so happens that we can teach them step by step."

"Ha ha."

The officer laughed heartily.

Although this pangolin is not from Wilant, it is surprisingly interesting to talk about.

And no matter who they are, as long as they can give the Alliance a thumbs up and vent their bad breath, they are their good friends.

He even likes this guy a little bit.

At this time, a woman with dark brown hair jumped out of the passenger seat of the truck at the end of the convoy.

The sudden appearance of a woman in the military camp where all the men were members naturally attracted the attention of a group of captains, and even the clones who were not too smart also looked over.

That looks really good.

However, after seeing her high bridge of nose, the officers who had originally planned to whistle and tease her became like deflated rubber balls, unable to cool down anymore.

The Vaillantians would not look down upon them.

Although they were lucky enough to be transferred from the retinue army to the regular army, luck alone was not enough for them to climb high.

They know very well that those big noses are unlikely to take a fancy to them, but will give them two whips for being offended.
To be continued...