"You are still a little confused about my strategy, right? Fortunately, the battle is now in full swing, and these things no longer need to be kept secret." When the ship under his feet set sail again, the silent Cohen smiled slightly, turned around and looked at the people around him.

Generals, "The reason why I want to go around in a big circle and enter the demonic realm from here is because I have a plan to decide the overall situation in a battle."

The dozen or so young generals surrounding Cohen were still classified as tactics at this time, and at best they were regarded as campaign commanders. Charges into battle were their specialty, but they had no contact with the overall strategic situation. This battle was under the direct command of His Majesty the Emperor, which was a rare opportunity to learn.

They were all rookies in the military who had come from among the dead. Although they were all brave and resourceful and not inferior to those senior generals, they were inferior because they were young and lacked the experience of conquering the world with the emperor. At this time, I heard the emperor wanted to

I was so excited that I wanted to scream on the spot, and there was no hint of fear or timidity on my face.

"We are as far away from the main front as possible. Except for the established landing force, we will not receive any reinforcements during the war. If the demon coalition turns around and attacks us, we may be surrounded or even eliminated," Cohen said.

He glanced at the generals around him and said, "Everyone must have a lot of ideas about this kind of battle layout. Let's talk about it!"

The generals looked at each other and felt that the emperor was not joking, so they expressed their opinions one after another. These generals did not know in advance when and where they would land, and they did not get the detailed battle plan and route until this morning.

We haven't digested it yet, so these opinions are quite mixed. Although everyone is eager to fight, they all agree that the situation is not very optimistic.

"This has to be looked at from two aspects." A relaxed smile appeared on Cohen's face. "Of course, this is the rear area of ​​​​the demonic tribe. The residents have strong beliefs and hate us to the core. There are many inconveniences in movement. But on the other hand, the demonic genus has

The coalition forces never dreamed that we could land from here. They have almost no organically powered troops in the rear area, and the only garrison regiments are only used to monitor slaves. As for intelligence and guides, we have the support of the liaison office, so we can’t

question."

"Yes, the liaison office has been operating in the demon clan for so many years and spent so much gold just for today's battle." Mafa took over the words perfectly, "We have enough liaison officers for each unit.

The standard equipment is two for every 500 people. They are all elites who have been lurking in the demon kingdom for a long time. They are familiar with the terrain, language, and customs here, and can meet the needs of combat."

The generals nodded, and the biggest stone in their hearts fell to the ground.

"Although we have such convenient conditions, you cannot be careless about the battle." Cohen's next words made the generals unable to relax. "In the last battle, we tried our best to cover up our whereabouts to confuse the enemy. But this time

The enemy will not be confused by us, so the requirements for each unit are even more stringent. The speed must be fast, the battle must be resolute, the route must be weird, and the demonic rear area must be brought into chaos in the shortest possible time! Then,

We’re going to give the devil a big one!”

"Yes!" The short reply echoed on the deck.

"Although this plan is dangerous, what we are doing is a century-old plan!" Cohen's voice was higher and his tone was tough, leaving behind his arrogant words.

In a daze, a general who was once a personal soldier of Cohen thought he was the famous rogue governor, the commander of the Ninth Legion of the Divine Alliance Army, who was back.

"What has the Demon Alliance been fighting for all this time? It's because of the land in front of us! The products on this land support their army, allowing them to grow up batches of young people, giving birth to as many mice as they can.

Keep up the good work. However, they made a fatal mistake this time, that is, fighting me. In my eyes, there is no difference between the front and the back on the battlefield! There is no difference between the old and the weak in the enemy!"

"In the past, we fought the enemy as a country. Although the fight was beautiful, it was a small scene and could not damage the foundation of the Demon Alliance. This time, we are fighting as a great empire that is equal to the Demon Alliance. We must

To strike at the most strategic place, we must fight to determine the outcome, so that they will be crippled and unable to stand up!"

"I will put you down in each area one by one! I want you to destroy their jobs and trample on their land! Burn them all along the way!" Cohen pointed to the dark earth ahead, "Except for the initial supplies,

I don’t have anything more in my hand. You can eat whatever you grab and use whatever you find. I don’t care about anything! I only want one, one..."

"When the time is up." Glancing at his generals, Cohen said fiercely: "Gather them all at the Bruck Empire!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" All the generals responded in unison: "Gather at the Bruck Empire!"

"Today is a festival of the Demon Alliance. Because at this time, the southernmost archipelago of the Tulan Empire will receive the first snow, so this festival is called the 'Snow Dance Festival'. It marks the harvest season of this year in time.

When it's over, they will sing and dance to celebrate, and we, guests from afar, will naturally follow the local customs and perform a song for them." Cohen clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Order!"

"Here!" The generals stood up straight again.

"Operation Rhapsody begins now!"

"As long as you win, don't care about anything else!" The young generals slammed the heels of their military shoes and responded to the emperor in the manner of the Imperial Military Academy. The graduation examination of the legion command was personally examined by His Majesty the Emperor, so Cohen was also one of their instructors.

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After the brief meeting, the generals departed in small boats, which indicated that the combat plan codenamed "Rhapsody" drawn up by His Majesty Cohen himself was in full swing.

In the festive festival of the Demon Alliance, in this place where war is impossible, on this canal that is as important as the heart of the Demon Alliance, more than a dozen confidential officers of the first legion of the Sibiya Expeditionary Force were all concentrating.

Sitting quietly in their seats, there is a mysterious metal box in front of them that they want to protect with their lives. The long dining table is full of panels flashing with various colors of light!

"Confidential transfer ship, connected!"

"First, Second, and Third Fleets of the Navy, connect!"

"Second Corps of the Expeditionary Force, call!"

"Southern Theater Guards Command Office, call!"

After the meeting, Cohen, who had put on black armor, stayed here. He was the only one in the huge command cabin, pacing leisurely. To his left, the voices of confidential officers reporting one after another; to his right, the solemn-looking staff officer

The officers surrounded a huge sand table and kept marking it with small flags in their hands; the clerk and herald followed Cohen, preparing to record his orders.

There are less than fifty people here, but these people are commanding an unprecedented battle in a way that has never been seen on the Bis continent, and they are always in control of the entire battle situation. They are nervous and cautious, and there is no room for any mistakes!

"Battle report! The first regiment has landed!"

"Inform the transport ship of the third regiment that the assault team has taken over the pier in front and is preparing to dock!"

"The second regiment is developing well and has already met the enemy in covert manner!"

Following this announcement, the officers' eyes became solemn, and they looked at His Majesty the Emperor almost simultaneously. His Majesty the Emperor's next words made everyone's thoughts condense into a ball at this moment.

"Let them... bury themselves in the grave of Marshal Martin Luther!"

"Yes!" the officers responded, gritting their teeth one by one.

Snowfield Farm is the largest comprehensive logistics production base of the Demon Alliance in the Tulan Empire.

A small hill divides the snowfield farm into two halves. In the distance is the Allied Army livestock farm. Near the canal is a large carriage workshop, a large flour workshop, a leather goods workshop and countless large and small warehouses. During the war, this place was better than the front line.

There is still work to do. Thousands of craftsmen are hammering iron blocks and making armored carriages, and more slaves are working day and night to grind flour and shoe horses. Especially in the military livestock farms, the forage harvested before the heavy snowfall has been piled into hills, but there are still

More fodder is coming from various roads.

The front line required a huge amount of supplies, and even the limited number of garrison troops joined the outrageous overseers, wielding whips to drive away the slaves stained with blood and sweat. During the busy work, no one noticed the slaves in the center of the farm.

On the hills, there were several places where the grass swayed a little differently than usual, and there was even a weed as tall as two people standing tall.

"What a fucking tutor, everything is arranged neatly." A hole in the grass was opened, and a colonel Sibia officer hid behind, carefully looking around, and then his eyes passed over the flat ground under the hills.

He was already shocked by the massive amount of supplies, and he blurted out the harsh words from previous officers, "Your mother's watermelon, I'm getting rich this time!"

On the side of the farm near the canal, all the Demon Alliance soldiers guarding the intersection were replaced by Sibians. The infantry's attack sequence had been arranged. A cavalry team of a thousand people was lurking in the woods, waiting for the final order.

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The messenger crawled over like a worm and whispered in the colonel's ear: "Sir, all units are ready!"

"Tell them to keep their eyes open, and we will attack when the commandos take action!" The colonel stuffed a handful of grass roots into his mouth and chewed angrily, "Why hasn't your mother's watermelon appeared yet?"

In the complete Hengdao plan, the expeditionary force should have six legions, but this time it was rushed into battle and only two legions could be produced. Officers at all levels are seed officers prepared for training the other four legions.

Experience is valuable, so Cohen strictly ordered senior officers to only give orders and not to go into battle in person. This made the officers who were used to fighting feel uncomfortable.

Amid the complaints, a team of transport carriages appeared at the far end of the canal and drove towards the pasture. The hay loaded on the carriages was stacked like a house. This sight almost made people question whether the horses pulling the carriages were about to be exhausted.

The demon soldier responsible for the escort took out his waist badge from afar, shouted at the top of his lungs, and quickly went to the guarding soldiers to report his identity.

"Hurry up and follow up!" The only officer on the roadside tower shouted to the transport team, "Why are you dawdling!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" The escorting soldiers were also shouting, and when they were done, they turned around and smiled, "It'll be ready soon, it'll be fine soon!"

The officer with a dignified expression snorted coldly, pulled up his military uniform, and turned around to get a water cup. The newly-made stacked fragrant tea sent from home had just been prepared, so it was best to drink it while it was hot.

Feeling the heat coming from his palm, the expectant officer opened the lid, blew the foam on the tea, turned around, and found that he was in the shadow - a shadow was silently rushing towards him!

The sharp black blade pierced the body, and with a soft "Crack!" sound, the blade suddenly expanded inside the body. The officer clearly felt the cool air of late autumn pouring into his chest. At this moment, the officer found that his toes had left the ground.

, which allowed him to see the intersection below. The places blocked by the carriages were spattered with blood. Some Sibia people were standing in the position of guarding the soldiers, while others were dragging the bodies to the roadside.

The enemy in front of the officer stared at him with cold eyes. He tried his best to open his mouth and breathe, trying to make some noise to warn others, but there was no way to make a sound. He struggled to let the water glass tilt, and a big hand grabbed the glass.

He held it tightly and pressed it to his chest. The hot tea wetted the military uniform, mixed with the gushing blood and flowed downwards, exuding a rich aroma...

The officer who no longer convulsed violently was laid down. His attacker took off his disguise, revealing the same military uniform as him. While taking his place, he stepped on his head with his foot. The officer was gradually losing his temper.

His eyes were still looking at the field outside, where countless shadows were advancing forward, crossing the edge of the pasture and rushing forward, but the officer was unable to carry out his mission.

"Who is it?" At the gate of the warehouse, a coalition soldier supervising the transportation of slaves saw someone running. He thought it was a daredevil who came to apply for supplies, and scolded: "This is an important warehouse, no intrusion is allowed!"

But that team did not stop, but rushed faster. Seeing that the situation was not good, the coalition soldiers quickly called on other companions to run to the corner to get weapons: What is going on? The security in the alliance's rear area has always been very good.

, why are there so many bandits?

As soon as he took out his sword, the group of men rushed closer. They were dressed in strange clothes. They were covered from head to toe. They were so dark in color that it was hard to tell whether they were coats or armors.

"Sound the alarm!" The vigilant coalition forces stood in a row, and the arriving officer shouted: "If you don't retreat, we will be shot to death!"

"Get ready!" The man who was rushing stopped and neatly turned his right hand outwards, revealing a row of crossbows.

A person in the middle ordered: "Kill!"

There was a scream, and the crossbow arrows shot through the air. Most of the coalition soldiers standing in a line fell down in an instant. The remaining soldiers were horrified and had not yet made up their mind whether to advance or retreat. The second batch of crossbow arrows followed - in addition to the soldiers with

Except for the coalition officers in the team, none of the soldiers had metal armor. Those who were hit by crossbow arrows had penetrating wounds no matter where they were!

"You...are...who..." With two crossbow arrows stuck in his body, the coalition officer staggered forward a few steps before being slashed to the ground by the charging enemy.

The opponent's leader shouted: "Occupy the warehouse! Send the signal!"
To be continued...