The general headquarters of the Army Corps in Luoxia Province.
When he learned that the command post of the 40,000th Army had been captured by the Alliance airborne troops, Griffin, who was standing in front of the strategic map, felt his head buzzing and his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.
He imagined that the war would not progress smoothly when supplies were scarce.
I also thought that the alliance might have ignored his delaying strategy from the beginning, and the ultimatum he issued would not buy him thirty days at all.
But he never expected that the frontline troops would be defeated so quickly that the preparations made in the past nearly a month now looked like a joke.
After coming back to his senses, Griffin looked at the correspondent standing at the door and said in a stiff voice.
"The one who occupied the command post of the 40,000th Army... was the Alliance's airborne troops, the Burning Corps?"
The correspondent moved his stiff neck and nodded.
"That's what General Soft said on the phone..."
And according to the report of the Falcon Kingdom's 1st Aviation Squadron, they did see the Alliance transport plane heading towards the command post of the 40,000th Army.
In order to ensure that the airborne troops could land smoothly, the alliance even dispatched nearly 80 fighter jets to escort the troops.
The centurion named Arcante claimed to have led his men to shoot down more than seventy aircraft...but it sounded like bragging no matter how he sounded.
Griffin was silent for a while and continued to ask.
"What else did he say?"
The correspondent nervously closed his mouth and did not dare to speak.
Before hanging up the phone, Soft angrily scolded Griffin on the communication channel and said, "This damn skunk."
These words are obviously not something that can be said in this situation.
Griffin did not continue to ask, and took a deep breath to calm down.
This time it was indeed his miscalculation.
He did not expect that the alliance would be so aggressive. Before Position 330 was captured, they launched a surprise attack on the command post of the 40,000th Army.
A normal person would think that the command post cannot only have a few officers giving orders, but how can it be equipped with a direct force of a thousand-man team to respond.
If you want to use airborne troops to defeat a well-prepared army of 1,000 troops, you will have to prepare at least two 1,000-man troops.
However, the alliance did not follow the routine and risked giving up the entire thousand-man team by throwing away the airborne troops.
What made him even more confused was that at the same time that the alliance captured the frontline command post, they also captured Highland 330, which was garrisoned by the Thousand-Man Team directly under the Central Government!
"Then what is on Highland 330?" The staff officer standing aside frowned and asked a question that Griffin couldn't figure out.
"I don't know, frontline communications have not been restored. The last message sent by General Soft indicated that they planned to retreat in the direction of the 50,000th Army, hoping that the 5th and 30th Thousand Army could take over No. 40 to 49
Defense Zone...and then there was no news."
The correspondent shook his head and spoke quickly while giving General Griffin a cautious look.
The expression on his face was as heavy as water, as if a terrible storm was brewing, as if it would turn into thunderous anger in the next second.
However, Griffin did not vent his anger on an insignificant person like him.
After a long silence, the battle-experienced general slowly spoke.
"What's the time now."
All the officers around looked at each other in confusion.
No one dared to answer.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the adjutant, although he was extremely reluctant, could only bite the bullet and speak.
"Report! The time is now 10:21."
Griffin's Adam's apple moved.
"Twelve hours..."
He looked at the officers standing nearby.
"Not even that."
No one answered, so he continued.
"Ten thousand people are lined up on a 20-kilometer front. My request to them is just to hold on for a while, not to retreat so fast when retreating, and to use the defensive positions along the way to cause some trouble for the alliance, so I specially set aside
A depth of one hundred and fifty kilometers... However, the answer Soft gave me was twelve hours, and it would only take twelve hours to lose a depth of one hundred and fifty kilometers!"
"Even if there are ten thousand pigs! Throw them into those mountains and let people from the alliance and the enterprise catch them, they won't be able to hold on for a fucking day! These trash! What a fucking trash! They have nothing but to eat.
Neither can a pig!"
At first, Griffin's tone and volume were relatively restrained, but as his emotions gradually increased, his voice became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more excited.
His right fist hit the map hard, making a dull thud, knocking the cup on the corner of the table to the ground, and water spilled all over the floor.
Everyone stood silently beside the table. The staff officer whose shoes were wet did not dare to say a word and could only stand silently.
They knew exactly why Griffin was so angry.
In this battle, they lost not only the 40,000-man team, but also the nearly 50-kilometer front line from Section 40 to 49, as well as the strategic depth of this front line extending back a full 150 kilometers!
If that idiot Fansoft could persist for even three days - or even two days, they wouldn't be as passive as they are now.
This is just great.
A big hole was poked in the defense line.
Now no one should say anything about keeping the "nail in" in their pocket, seeing that the nail is about to poke them in the face.
"Maybe the clones haven't put up any defense -" trying to calm down General Griffin's anger, the adjutant was sweating profusely and tried to explain, but was interrupted mid-sentence.
"Those pigs haven't fought a defensive battle, and neither have you!"
After swearing, Griffin calmed down his breathing and calmed himself down.
For such a rapid retreat, the frontline command must be primarily responsible, but the responsibility on his side is not small either.
But now is not the time to study who has the bigger pot.
He knows very well.
I have no time to hesitate.
After a moment, he gave the order decisively.
"Inform all frontline departments to implement Plan No. 2 as planned!"
Upon hearing this, all the officers had surprised expressions on their faces.
Plan No. 2 is to retreat to Oasis No. 2 and bring the Alliance to the homeland of the Falcon Kingdom to start a decisive battle with them.
This means that they have to give up the No. 3 oasis they finally obtained.
Although Griffin had already fought with them before, if the alliance's offensive exceeded their expectations, they might have to abandon the occupied areas and continue to retreat, but at that time almost no one thought that this would really happen.
After all, they still have a hundred thousand troops in their hands.
Even if the situation is no longer optimistic, it is enough to retreat to the middle of the No. 3 Oasis and re-build the defense line, and the entire No. 3 Oasis will not be released.
If they really get to this point, they will not only be in trouble strategically, but they will also be in a quagmire outside the battlefield.
If they let the rear know that they had lost all the results they had achieved in Luoxia Province, even fewer resources and support would be allocated to their theater.
No matter from the standpoint of a corps commander or a marshal, it is impossible to invest unlimited resources in a plan that is going bankrupt.
"...If you continue to stay here, you can only wait to be divided and surrounded by them. If you retreat to Oasis No. 2, you still have a chance to counterattack."
After a moment of pause, Griffin suddenly remembered that there was another Saber on duty outside, so he looked at the Army Aviation commander aside.
"Where's Jukar? Have our Sabers returned?"
The officer immediately stood up straight and said nervously.
"...It flew out of the communication range before. The last signal was near Oasis No. 8. There is no news yet."
Although this conservative answer seems to leave a little room for maneuver, anyone can tell that the hope is already slim.
the reason is simple.
Jets simply don't have enough fuel to last that long.
He hasn't come back yet, so there is only one possibility left.
Griffin closed his eyes in pain.
Not only were they penetrated the defense line, but they also lost their only "Saber".
Although the battle loss was less than one-tenth, anyone with a discerning eye could see that they had already lost half of this battle...
…
Position G53.
The Warlander, who was resting on the hospital bed, had just finished the dinner delivered by Miss Penny when he learned from Colway about the "bad news" coming from the defense area next door.
"...the 40,000-man team has been completely wiped out, and the entire defensive zone from 40 to 49 has been lost. Alliance tanks have already penetrated our rear."
"These losers... I thought they were stupid enough for their failure during the day, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated their embarrassing ability, and they couldn't survive even one night!"
Colway cursed, his tone full of anger.
However, after hearing what he said, the warlord who had been nervous just breathed a sigh of relief.
good……
It seems that there is no doubt in his head.
His good brothers had given him so many heads before, and he always felt uneasy in his heart.
Especially when he saw on the official website that the regiments were making such rapid progress in the defense area next door, it made him so nervous that he almost didn't finish his dinner.
But now it seems that my worries are purely unnecessary.
In fact, if you think about it, based on his past performance, there is nothing questionable about it. It is not that he is an undercover agent who has never killed his own people, but it is really unusual for an undercover agent like him to kill his own people without blinking an eye.
common.
Not to mention that other than the fact that he eats a lot and poops a lot, there is nothing suspicious about him, and he behaves more normally than a normal person.
If even he can be a 25th grader, then everyone in the legion will be a 25th grader.
After listening to Colway's complaints quietly, the warlord asked while he was breathing.
"Does the command have new arrangements?"
Colway didn't hide it, he simply said.
"Plan No. 2."
Warlander: "Plan No. 2?"
Colway explained succinctly.
"To put it simply, abandon the No. 3 Oasis and retreat to the No. 2 Oasis to reorganize the defense... At present, this is the most effective approach. The Alliance tanks have torn open our pockets. Since the pockets cannot be closed, we can only
Throw it away."
The warlord actually really wanted to say that he didn't need to "simply explain it", he could just expand it into details and he would be able to remember it even if he didn't understand.
However, he soon realized that his commander was just a commander and could not understand the entire deployment of Plan No. 2. It would be in vain for him to ask, and he might be suspected.
Being able to find out the opponent's macro-movements is already very good. The brothers of the Burning Corps will naturally find a way to pry out the specific details of Plan No. 2 from the mouth of the big fish caught next door.
So Zhandi continued to play the role of the ruthless pangolin and spoke concisely and concisely.
"You just need to tell me what you want me to do."
A gentle smile appeared on Colway's face.
"You don't need to do anything now. The only thing you have to do is to recover from your injuries and strive for a speedy recovery... By the way, I almost forgot to tell you the good news."
Seeing the happy expression on his face, Warlander asked.
"Have you been promoted again?"
Colway said with a smile.
"It's not me, it's you who got promoted."
The warlord was stunned for a moment.
"I?"
Colway nodded, cleared his throat and continued.
"In view of your outstanding performance on the front line, my boss plans to transfer you to the officer corps as a consultant to cooperate with the instructors in training the front-line officers of our 10,000-person corps. It is the fault of those trash in the 40,000-person corps. Now the command headquarters is seriously suspicious of the frontline
The combat effectiveness of the army requires frontline troops at all levels to conduct comprehensive training for grassroots officers... If those useless idiots had half your strength, they wouldn't be so embarrassing!"
When he said this, Colway couldn't help but cursed two difficult human couplets.
Upon hearing this arrangement, the warlord breathed a sigh of relief.
The 40,000th Army was right next to them, and the nearest position was less than ten kilometers away from them. If Griffin ordered them to cut off the rear, then he would probably be the undercover for the rest of his life.
But looking at it now, Planner Gou probably didn't want him to get the power armor so easily, so the undercover agent would probably have to continue working.
"If we leave, what about the position here? Are we just going to leave it alone?"
Colway was silent for a while and gave an ambiguous answer.
"Some people will leave, and some people will stay."
The warlord was slightly stunned.
But he soon understood the meaning of this sentence.
There are many officers in the front-line troops who have been promoted from the subordinate army, including his adjutants, trumpeters, flag-bearers, etc.
They will not receive orders to retreat, but will stay in place to defend with their clone troops, blocking the pursuing Alliance forces and giving the Alliance the illusion that they have not yet retreated.
Thinking of this, a hint of understanding suddenly appeared in Warfield's eyes.
No wonder he was suddenly transferred from the front-line combat unit to the officer corps of the 50,000-person unit.
I'm afraid the 700th Army is one of the troops who stayed behind to cut off the rear!
But what surprised him was that when he said these words, there was a trace of complicated emotions in Colway's eyes.
When this guy was in the Valley Province, he never cared about the life and death of his followers.
Having been deeply involved in the legion for a long time, he knows better than any player that in the eyes of most Valantians, the aliens are just a stepping stone for them to conquer the world, and are just a more flexible consumable than clone cannon fodder.
Colway, who is a pure-blooded Valantian, is no exception. Why does he suddenly care about it now?
Just when the warrior was wondering, Colway, who was standing by the bed, suddenly looked out the window and said in a complicated tone.
"I don't take their sacrifices for granted. Although they are not Wilantes, they are also warriors..."
As he said that, Colway looked at the pangolin lying on the bed.
"But there are some things that I can't decide. I hope you can understand."
The warlord nodded.
"Yes, I understand."
Are you worried that you feel sorry for those men on position G53-7?
This worry is actually completely unnecessary.
He is very aware of his status as an undercover agent and does not get so involved in the drama that he feels the same way as those cheap subordinates whom he has only known for less than half a month.
If those people were smart, they would have laid down their weapons and surrendered when the Alliance came.
If they feel that they are good just because they followed them and played a few tailwind games...
Then let them see the true strength of the Alliance Army.
However, what the warlord didn't know was that in Colway's eyes, his sensible look actually made people feel guilty.
The feeling of losing my robe is not pleasant.
Colway himself understood this very well.
For example, his former immediate boss—Commander Rachel of the Air Corps.
Although he only had an acquaintance with that guy, he was still depressed for several days when he learned that he did not evacuate with McClun, but died heroically in Ruigu City.
"In short...I don't look down on the aliens who fight alongside me. The warriors who are willing to unite under the banner of the legion to restore order are completely different from the wastelanders who are willing to fall into chaos. But orders are orders, everything
It’s all for the greater good.”
Putting on his officer's hat again, Colway put on a gentle tone and continued.
"Have a good rest. I will see you again when we leave."
The warlord nodded quietly.
If there is no other more exciting news, he should go offline to share the hot new information with his good brothers...
…
While the top officials of the legion stationed in Luoxia Province were worried about the chaos on the front line, in the official website of another world, countless people and stupid netizens were also paying attention to this "national war activity"
latest progress.
Although most of the players on the frontline have not yet gone offline, there are always people who actively or passively disconnect, bringing first-hand battle reports from the frontline to the cloud players waiting on the forum and the real-life professional players behind the scenes.
When it was learned that the closed beta players had annihilated a division of the legion in less than half a day, the entire forum was shocked.
Domineering and gentle: "Fuck! Awesome!!!"
Nanfeng Yuge: "You lost a division in a long time?! Is that fake?!"
Armored Warrior: "It's really ridiculous. To be honest, even if ten thousand people line up to send their heads off, it will still take a few days, right?"
Walking alone: "+1, not to mention these ten thousand people scattered across 3,000 square kilometers of the Gobi Desert."
Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: “You don’t understand this. Modern warfare is about organization and logistics. It’s no longer the old routine of lining up to be shot. Winning a key battle at a critical time and place will
It's much more important than killing a few people."
"And in my opinion, the reason why the legion lost so quickly is because the tactical breadth and strategic depth were too large. There are only a few roads that can be walked in the 3,000 square kilometers of Gobi Desert, and the road conditions are similar to those of Afghanistan.
A comparison was made. Which unit took which road and when, where the logistics supplies were delivered to what location, whether the outpost twenty kilometers away belonged to the enemy or our own, where the artillery fired... these all had to be determined by the unified
dispatch through the command system.”
"Without the unified dispatch of the frontline headquarters, it would be impossible to command it solely by relying on the airdrop orders from the general headquarters."
Professor Yang's rhetoric was a clear and logical analysis of the reasons for the legion's failure, and it really frightened many netizens who didn't know the truth.
But there are also those who don’t believe his bragging.
Cheerful netizen: "What are you bragging about? How many divisions have you commanded?"
Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: "Well, isn't this game just for bragging... What the hell are you talking about me? How many have you commanded yourself?"
Ye Ao, what do I have to say: "Smile, you are all bullshit. I have told you before that there is not a single normal person on this forum!"
Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Some kind man can give me a helmet, please! T.T"
Everyone was talking about the battle situation on the front line, some were shouting about it, some were saying it was unscientific, and it was as lively as a festival.
However, even with so many knowledgeable analysts, the topic of the progress of the war was still overshadowed by a post posted by a certain pilot.
According to the player's description, he handed the "Dragonfly" transport plane to the ground crew and then went to the canteen to cook.
As a result, as soon as he came out of the canteen, he saw the plane that should have been parked in the hangar actually drove onto the runway and took off!
At first, everyone expressed disbelief, and even the players at the airport were wondering if this guy had directed and acted on his own.
Accidents caused by power short circuits have not happened before, but this is the first time that a short-circuited aircraft drove onto the runway and flew by itself.
No matter how you put it, the take-off posture is a bit too skilled. It is impossible to be so skilled and natural after flying for hundreds of hours.
Ward's athlete's foot, Levin: "It's weird... It's logically impossible? After a short circuit accident happened before, we deliberately redesigned the circuit of the machine head."
WC is really full of mosquitoes: "Your skills are not good, wait and see, one day when I am free, I will lead my brothers in the factory to think about big airplanes. (Funny)"
Who has Ward's athlete's foot and Levine: "Come on, you. (rolls eyes)"
Ya'er, I want to go to the toilet and asked: "That's right! Our 81 Factory is building airplanes after all! You, the coffin maker, don't come and join in the fun!"
WC is really full of mosquitoes: "MMP! I have to show you my hand."
Tails: "Oh oh oh! Are you going to take out the Gundam? (?ω?)"
Ye Shi: "Don't tell me, this guy really did it... In the end, we helped him do it. (Funny)"
WC really has mosquitoes: "Get out! That was an accident! And that thing was not meant for people to wear... But then again, we did see the transport plane you mentioned."
Guigui: "Yes, and I also saw something sticking out from the cabin, and it directly penetrated the cockpit of the Eagle fighter jet that was approaching."
Feng Qing: "?! So powerful? (Surprised)"
WC really has mosquitoes: "Well, the plane that was hit seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, so it turned around and went to kill the teammates... The most outrageous thing is that the two evil aircraft were flying pretty well.
He showed off a wave of Immelman maneuvers in the air, like a master!"
Ye Shi: "Does the Falcon Kingdom have such pilots?"
WC really has mosquitoes: "There is a hammer. I suspect that they have never encountered opponents in actual combat before they encountered us, so they only have equipment to take advantage."
However, I have to admit that there are a few pilots on the opposite side who have some skills, and even he feels a little troublesome.
At this moment, another ace pilot of the alliance suddenly appeared.
Luo Yu: "Ahem, whoever is free...come and pick me up."
"Fuck! Luo Yu! Are you finally down?"
WC really has mosquitoes: "Where are you? No, where did you fall?"
Irena: "Can you still find the VM? If you can't find it, just buy another one, and we won't have to worry about it. (Funny)"
Luo Yu: "Gan! Don't tell me, I feel like I'm dead! I'm still alive! (Crazy)"
As soon as I saw this sentence, the post immediately went viral, with dozens of views in an instant.
Ye Shi: “???”
Quit smoking: "Holy shit! You're actually still alive?!"
Fang Chang: "Well, it's really unscientific... What kind of bug is this?"
Luo Yu: "Zhuo! It's not like something happens to me every time! Just occasionally!"
Guangfeng: "(squinting smile)"
Luo Yu: "But when it comes to BUG, I'm really not sure if it counts."
Fang Chang: "Tell me and listen."
Luo Yu: "Well, I was having a fierce fight with the Saber on the opposite side, and an Eagle suddenly jumped in. I thought it was over, but it didn't fire on me, but on that
The Saber fired an entire magazine."
Guigui: "Oh oh oh, it should be that one! There was an Eagle that followed our transport plane before."
Luo Yu: "Transport plane? Then I didn't see it..."
Lao Bai: "Where is your parachute?"
Luo Yu: "It seems to be near the Golden Lizard Kingdom. The exact location is unclear... I was floating in the sky and haven't come down yet. I probably took a photo, but there was no signal and it couldn't be transmitted."
Makabazi: "Hahahaha."
Fang Chang: "Can you see the Heart of Steel?"
Luo Yu: "I can't see... but I did see a lot of mountains. Maybe we're almost to the valley province."
After finishing speaking, he immediately added another sentence.
"By the way, the Falcon seems to have landed nearby. It probably ran out of fuel...but it's strange that the pilot didn't parachute and went down with the plane."
Fang Chang: "Well, it's probably far enough away, at least to the edge of Luoxia Province."
There are really mosquitoes in WC: "After you land, pay attention to the surrounding environment. We will send a plane to search near Oasis No. 8, and we should be able to find it."
Luo Yu: "Thank you! Brothers! T.T"
Fang Chang: "You're welcome, I'm mainly curious about what's going on with that Eagle. (Squints)"
Ye Shi: "+1, otherwise the mosquitoes would advise you to just TP back to the city. (Funny)"
Luo Yu: "..."
These guys...
It’s too real!
At the same time, Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen from another world, had a surprised expression on his face.
Good guy.
He was fixing bugs on the forum every day, but he actually fixed the bug?
In fact, he had already learned about the situation of the transport plane from the ground crew before the players posted.
The Heart of Steel's anti-aircraft guns were even aimed at it.
But because Chu Guang wanted to see what the transport plane was planning to do, he didn't let Xiao Qi shoot it down.
Now it seems that the situation is more complicated than I imagined.
After pondering for a long time, Chu Guang, who was staring at the holographic screen, suddenly spoke.
"What do you think that is?"
After a brief pause, an uncertain answer came to his ears.