Chapter 707: Retreating one hundred kilometers is the bottom line for a ceasefire.
The battle at Kraba Market is over. The more than a thousand Gray Wolf Army soldiers all put down their weapons, held their heads in their hands and left the bunker.
Their faces were gray and depressed, and most of them had wounds that had not yet scabbed over their bodies. There was no trace of light in their gray eyes.
If they lost to the Alliance, they would feel better, but looking at the militiamen in front of them who couldn't even put together a complete piece of clothing, all that was left in their hearts was shame.
These militiamen drove them from the north to the east of Kraba Market and stood in a long row at the entrance of the market.
When the survivors watching from a distance saw this scene, they all had a look of disbelief written on their faces.
"...His Majesty's army actually lost."
"That is the invincible gray wolf..."
"And he actually lost to the Yue tribe."
In fact, it’s not just the Yue people.
It's just that the slaves in Lowell's camp are mainly Yue people, so naturally this militia team is mainly composed of Yue people.
The devout believers looked straight in the direction of Kraba Market and murmured to themselves.
"Here is the sacred cow that carries the sun."
Things may really change this time...
Looking at the oncoming militiamen, Commander Satish's face turned pale. After several struggles, he finally handed over his gun.
The radio station has been captured, and there is no point even if he continues to resist.
However, what he didn't expect was that after the man with bare arms took the gun from him, he took off the magazine and threw the gun back to him.
"Run east."
Satish was stunned.
"Varied--"
Just as he was about to ask what he meant, the man fired a shot at the front of his boot without saying anything. The pebbles and dust that jumped up startled him.
'Are you crazy?!'
Satish stared at him with wide eyes, asking silently, but saw that the man in front of him didn't seem to be joking, he could only walk back in three or two steps, and then started to trot.
He ran from the center of the market to the east, and no one stopped him along the way, until he saw a group of disarmed prisoners crowded at the east entrance of the market.
What on earth are they going to do?!
Satish's heart was filled with fear. Compared with the fate of being captured, it was obviously the uncertainty of what was about to happen that was more terrifying.
A group of "grey wolves" standing at the east entrance of the market also looked at him dumbfounded, obviously not expecting to be reunited with their commander after being captured.
The group of people's confusion did not last long. A man carrying an LD-47 rifle walked up to them and without saying a word pointed the gun into the sky and pulled the trigger.
"Tu tu tu tu——!"
The prisoners crowded at the entrance of the market were like frightened birds. They were all startled by the sudden sound of gunfire and instinctively backed away. The survivors who were hiding in the distance to watch the excitement were also startled and started shouting.
He hid back home again.
The man looked at the prisoners with a sinister smile, as if he were teasing a group of frightened sheep. He pointed the empty-magazine rifle at them and made a "chuck" sound with his mouth.
Looking at the crowd who were retreating with frightened faces, he neatly knocked off the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one, then reloaded the gun with a click.
It’s self-evident what that action means—
This time it’s a real guy!
Without him saying a word, the panicked prisoners turned their heads and fled in the direction of the Kraba Market.
Bullets whizzed past their heads, and the running prisoners had no time to think about it. They didn't even have time to see if the people around them had fallen. They just drove the group of stragglers in the direction of the outside of the settlement, driven by the gunfire.
Escape.
At the same time, Lacy, who was standing in the middle of the Kraba Market, contacted Fang Chang at the temporary headquarters in the port through the headset hanging on his ear.
"According to your instructions, the prisoners are fleeing through the east gate towards the outside of the settlement. I separated a team of 100 people to follow them."
An echo soon came from the communication channel.
"...Copy that, good job. I need you to take everyone else to the north of the settlement to stand by. Our troops will support your attack there."
Although there is a slight deviation in the plan, there are still ways to remedy it.
Just confiscate the weapons of those prisoners and let them continue running.
At worst, I'll wait until they run back to the battlefield and catch them again.
Lacy said neatly.
"yes."
Although the intelligence showed that there was an entire army of 10,000 people waiting there, there was no fear or timidity in his heart.
Having experienced two battles, he knew very well who was invincible. It was not the Gray Wolf Army, nor himself, but the "iron men" standing behind him.
As long as those iron men are still standing behind him, there is nothing to fear...
After the communication ended, he immediately called all the captains under his command and ordered them to take their respective subordinates and move towards the north of the settlement as planned.
The alliance provided them with not only various types of small arms and ammunition, but also communication equipment distributed to the ten-man team.
It is precisely because of this that although they are a group of improvised stragglers who are still very unfamiliar with combat experience, the communication barriers between commanders at all levels have basically been cleared, and the informatization rate is even higher than that of the gray soldiers whose radios are only sent to the centurions.
The Wolf Army is a little higher.
Even if sometimes the orders are not given clearly enough, it is just a matter of shouting twice.
At least there will be no situation where the centurion can't find his ten-man team and the centurion doesn't know where his centurion is.
With this plug-in alone, their starting point is already much stronger than many guerrilla groups, not to mention those automatic weapons shipped from the port...
At the same time that the Avengers First Corps was withdrawing from the Kraba Market, in a three-story private house located south of the center of the market, a head was hiding behind the window on the second floor, eyes looking nervously through the gaps in the curtains.
Looking outside.
Seeing that the thugs who occupied the market were evacuating, Prince Dilip breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that his back was soaked in cold sweat.
It seems that the sun-carrying sacred cow still cares about him.
Although he unfortunately lost this battle, fortunately these stupid traitors did not search the entire market, but hurriedly went elsewhere.
Not only that, the cowardly Captain Satish did not reveal himself, allowing his existence to be concealed.
perhaps……
He could take advantage of those people to leave and sneak away without anyone noticing.
The Alliance and the puppet troops didn't even know they were here...
Prince Dilip carefully left the window and turned back to discuss the matter with the guards in the room who were holding their breath.
However, before he could speak, he heard a flattering voice coming from downstairs.
"Yes sir, right here..."
…
North of Golden Gallen Harbor.
In a frontline position less than one kilometer away from the city, in an observation post covered with camouflage nets, Captain Manu was holding a telescope and looking solemnly in the direction of the city in the distance.
The shelling of the settlement had stopped, and they had wasted nearly five hundred precious shells to cover the idiot's retreat. However, there was no movement at all in the quiet city, and he didn't even see a single figure.
The adjutant standing nearby looked at him nervously.
"Will something happen to Prince Dilip?"
Manu smiled coldly and remained silent.
It would be great if that were the case.
In contrast, he felt more sorry for the more than 5,000 brothers and sisters of the same race. They were all brave young men, and even if they were to die, they should die doing something meaningful.
Hope they can come out more...
At this moment, silhouettes of people suddenly appeared in the early morning mist. They ran forward in embarrassment, and there seemed to be gunshots chasing behind them.
Manu's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously moved closer. His index finger quickly adjusted the magnification of the telescope to see further.
"It's our people!"
There was a hint of surprise on his face, but he soon became alert again.
wrong!
has a problem!
There are too many people breaking out!
Hundreds of possibilities flashed through his mind quickly, but no matter which possibility it was, he could not imagine the alliance launching a counterattack towards their position with less than a thousand troops.
That’s so magical!
The "Iron Fist" rocket launcher provided to them by the Legion can even penetrate power armor!
Coupled with some field artillery hidden in the position, leveled 100mm howitzers and machine gun firepower, he was confident of stopping even an armored force's attack.
But even though he didn't believe it, he still prepared for the worst, grabbed the walkie-talkie placed on the radio station and shouted.
"Attention, everyone! Prepare to fight!
"
The roar of the call for battle echoed from radio station to radio station, and the piercing alarm bells also sounded in positions more than ten kilometers wide.
The battle order was sent from the Thousand-Man Corps to the Hundred-Man Corps, and the soldiers hiding in the artillery holes rushed into the trenches in groups of ten.
The heads with helmets on were like landmines buried in the pits, with shining bayonets hidden beside them.
But here's the problem.
The trenches were dug too deep!
And it's not just a certain section, but every part of the entire tens-kilometer-wide front near the front line. There are only a few slopes blasted out by artillery that can reach the outside.
But even this is very reluctant.
Previously, these trenches were only used as bunkers to limit artillery damage. No one thought that the Alliance people might fight out of Golden Gallen Harbor.
It is precisely because of this that no one cares about this trivial problem at all, and is even quite satisfied with this trench that was bought for free.
Now, almost all imperial soldiers on the entire front are facing an embarrassing problem——
Even if they jumped up, they couldn't see the people outside the trench, let alone aim their rifles at the target and fire.
However, the machine guns and field artillery were not affected, and most of their bunkers were dug out by the engineers themselves.
However, it is precisely because of this that their positions covered with camouflage nets have received heavy attention from the alliance's supporting firepower.
Almost at the same time that the defeated army escaped from the settlement, a series of piercing sounds passed over the heads of the gray wolves in the trenches.
Deafening roars resounded across the battlefield, and the raging shrapnel was like a violent storm, swallowing up several positions that were flashing with gunfire in an instant.
Seeing the artillery fire in front of them, the defeated troops who escaped from the city looked desperate, but the militiamen chasing them had a boost in morale.
They seemed to have seen the despair burning in the flames!
The thing they once feared turned out to be such a vulnerable thing!
Lacy felt as if a fire was burning in his chest, just like when he reached out to catch the pistol thrown into the crowd.
That is the flame of ambition!
The chance to become famous is right in front of you!
He will become a new myth, and not just in the minds of the Moon people.
Those "iron men" have even paved all the roads for him, and all he has to do at this moment is just to rush forward——
He will defeat the so-called invincible Gray Wolf!
"Come up with me!
Skin them! Tell those beasts who should be in the cage!"
He roared at the top of his voice, his eyes bloodshot with excitement, and raised the LD-47 rifle in his hand to shoot forward.
It's like being on stimulants.
Under the roaring orders, nearly 20,000 militiamen with white gauze wrapped around their arms launched a charge towards the position outside Golden Gallen Harbor.
"kill!
!”
The shouts of killing shook the heaven and earth, mixed with the noisy gunshots and cannons.
At the edge of the settlement, the [Prop Leader] lying in the "King Crab" all-terrain infantry armor looked at the position where artillery fire roared in the distance, and couldn't help but have a look of envy on his face.
"Oh my god, let's do something big sometime."
The [Sixth Man in the Corner] on the side replied.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to gather so many players."
The props master chuckled.
"It doesn't have to be a player."
The old man in the corner looked at him blankly.
"You don't want your life?"
While the two were chatting for a while, Elder Brother Fang's voice came from the communication channel.
"...Why are you still dawdling? Our friendly forces have already gone up. They need the cover of armored units now. Act quickly!"
When the two of them heard this, their expressions suddenly became solemn and they said in unison.
"yes!"
At the same time that the temporary command headquarters issued the combat order, the alliance troops scattered on the north side of the settlement also launched an attack.
Five "King Crab" armors galloped towards the Gray Wolf Army's position at full power, firing as they moved forward. Two 20mm cannons roared out thick tracers, and the machine gun and field artillery positions were called out one by one.
, every time a fire is fired, there is a bloody storm.
Not only the "King Crab", but also the Alliance soldiers advancing with the "King Crab". Whether it is mobility, firepower or protection, they are more than one order of magnitude stronger than the Gray Wolf Army using the legion's obsolete equipment.
Not to mention the soldiers themselves.
Everyone standing here is an awakener for more than two times!
The gray wolves buried in the trenches could only watch as their own firepower points were disintegrated one by one without infantry cover. The rifles in their hands were like fire sticks and could not even pose a threat to the charging crowd.
Some people struggled to crawl out of the trenches and tried to fight back with Panzerfaust rocket launchers. However, the distance of nearly two hundred meters was obviously beyond the effective range of this thing.
Occasionally, one or two rockets shot out from the side of the trench. They didn't hit anything, but the people carrying the rocket launchers received special attention.
The fired bullets pinned the Gray Wolf Army soldiers who tried to crawl out of the bunker to fight back to the ground, and the continuous pouring of artillery fire suppressed the firepower of the rear support forces.
Captain Manuwan, who was standing in the observation post, had red eyes, half angry and half frightened.
The Alliance's armor is certainly terrifying, but it's only five units!
As long as the charging cannon fodder can be stopped, it is impossible to break through his position with less than a thousand troops from the alliance!
However, what made him sweat anxiously was that the soldiers on the distant position looked as if their knees had been sawed off. One or two of them had their heads buried in the trenches and could not come out.
Finally unable to stand it anymore, he grabbed the walkie-talkie placed on the radio and shouted at the commander who was directing the battle on the front line.
"What are your people doing! Those animals are almost rushing into your faces. They are still cowering in the trench. Fire at me!"
The noisy sound of artillery fire and gunshots came along the radio, and there was a hint of trembling in the captain's voice.
"Sir... my soldiers reported that it was not that they did not want to fire, but that the trenches were too deep and they could not see outside at all."
Hearing these words, Manu almost spat blood on the radio and cursed loudly.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier?!"
It's too late to say anything now.
The gunfire has stopped.
The cannon fodder who had fought their way out of the city were chasing the defeated troops who had broken through the encirclement, and had already rushed to the frontline position under his command.
A fierce exchange of fire broke out between the two sides at first, but as several grenades exploded in the trenches, the Gray Wolf Army soldiers who could not even poke their heads out quickly gave up their meaningless struggle and shouted and scolded them under the shouts of the cannon fodder.
Next, he threw the useless fire stick out of the trench.
The cheers of victory resounded on the battlefield, but unfortunately they were the cheers of the enemy.
The collapsed defense line was like an avalanche, and the trenches were like falling dominoes, captured by the overwhelming cannon fodder.
Manu's eyes were wide open, his eyes were about to burst, his bloodless lips were as white as paper, and the hand holding the telescope wanted to crush the tube into pieces.
He saw it with his own eyes.
The pride of the empire had guns pointed at their heads, and they walked out of the trenches in groups with their hands on their heads in disgrace.
shame……
What a shame!
His subordinates are being captured by the establishment!
And it was a group of newly formed cannon fodder troops!
Since the founding of the Gray Wolf Army, there has never been anything so outrageous!
Seeing that the situation was over and there was no possibility of a comeback, Manu closed his eyes in despair.
At this time, his adjutant hurriedly broke into the observation post and gasped out of breath.
"Sir, the Alliance soldiers have rushed up! If we don't leave, it will be too late. Let's retreat quickly!"
Manu opened his eyes, and his cloudy pupils no longer had the same high spirits as before, as if he had suddenly aged dozens of years.
"Let's go." Looking at the anxious adjutant, he said in a trembling voice.
The adjutant was stunned for a moment.
"Then you——"
Before he could ask, his respected commander had already drawn his gun, pointed it at his chin, and answered with action.
"boom--!"
The red and white were all mixed up in the camouflage net covering the observation post, as well as the glory he had achieved in the past forty years.
Although you will not die if you lose the battle, you will not die if you are captured.
But he has no shame to continue living...
…
The battle outside the Golden Gallon settlement is completely over.
During this period, the Gray Wolf Army in the rear tried to launch several counterattacks, and even dispatched their only motorized troops and modified vehicles, but in front of the alliance's mechanized troops, those rags were not even toys.
Power players equipped with power armor or exoskeletons can even stand and shoot while carrying a 37mm "heavy rifle".
In this sense, although they do not have the size and defense of tanks, they are no different from ordinary infantry fighting vehicles.
The "Chimera" wheeled infantry fighting vehicle of the Skeleton Corps has a barrel caliber of only 37mm, and the ammunition is even the same type.
After throwing away nearly a thousand corpses, the troops who rushed to the front line for reinforcements were forced to retreat in embarrassment, and a strange scene appeared on the battlefield - tens of thousands of people were chased away by less than a thousand people
They ran until the supporting artillery fire from the Yongliu River came up, and the latter stopped chasing.
The artillery position at the port set off a smoke screen towards the captured frontline positions, covering the 3rd and 400th troops who had invaded the enemy's hinterland, as well as the militia troops led by Lacy, withdrew to the settlement in batches.
And to greet them.
It was actually the cheers of the local survivors.
"Holy shit...are we fighting in Dawn City or Golden Gallon Port?!" There was an expression of surprise on Lost Mengxin's face, especially when he took a bouquet of flowers from a girl in a long skirt.
When doing so, he almost even subconsciously paid for it.
Most of the survivors living in the suburbs were poor people without clothes, and those who had clean clothes were at least middle- and upper-class citizens.
In other words, the survivors cheering for their triumph were not just the paid poor people in the suburbs, but also the citizens who came over consciously.
Normally, they would never leave the area where they live at will.
In addition to the bouquets presented, there were also flower crowns and garlands, and even more exciting hugs and sudden passionate kisses, which made all the players feel embarrassed.
The degree of conservatism of people from different classes here seems to be completely different. Seeing that those strong men seem embarrassed to refuse, some passionate girls are becoming more and more bold in their behavior. They even take advantage of the short few seconds of flowers and hugs to leave a message in their ears.
address...
On the other hand, they seemed much more reserved towards the militiamen with white gauze on their arms. Perhaps because they were too familiar, perhaps because of their beliefs or some bad rumors, although they were also very enthusiastic, they just sprinkled flower petals on them.
Lacy, who was walking in the militia, didn't care at all about the "preferential treatment" of the survivors in the settlement.
When it comes to "Iron Man Worship", none of the survivors who lined the streets to welcome him can compare with him. After all, he knows better than anyone how this victory came and who gave him his power.
The same goes for other militiamen. On the contrary, some who have been slaves for a long time feel flattered by the petals thrown at them.
They clearly remembered how much these people looked down on them before, but now the pairs of eyes looking at them were clearly filled with fear and reverence.
This spiritual joy is simply better than any other enjoyment.
Many people have not yet finished the road ahead, and are already looking forward to the next battle...
In order to enjoy the people's supporters and cheers for a while longer, and to share more of the joy of victory with his subordinates, Lacy specifically ordered his subordinates to walk slower.
For the nearly 10,000 prisoners caught in the team, this undoubtedly prolonged the torture and suffering.
What people threw at them was not petals, but saliva, mud and even sharp stones.
Their hands and feet were tied with a rope, and they couldn't dodge at all. They couldn't even raise their arms to block it. They could only let the messy things hit their faces and chests.
Some fell to the ground, stumbling along with a group of nine people, and then were roughly picked up by the militiamen who were escorting them.
Numbness, humiliation and despair are etched on every face.
Especially when the survivors threw stones and mud at them, they were not only angry, but also incomprehensible and confused.
Why do these people do this to them?
They came to rescue them obviously on His Majesty's orders...
If you don't do good things, do you have to be a dog in the alliance?
…
Inside the temporary port headquarters.
Looking down through the drone at the good brothers who were cheering for them, most of the veteran players had expressions of envy and jealousy on their faces.
Good guy!
They directed and coordinated for a long time, and they were forced to let these guys finish pretending.
If they had known that the food on the other side was going to be served this way, they would have dressed up and served together!
After staring at the screen in silence for a long time, Lao Bai suddenly couldn't help but say.
"Don't these people have any sense of shame?"
Fang Changyan said concisely and concisely.
"They have no concept of a country. Like most survivor settlements in the wasteland, the concept that is too advanced for the people here is not only 'equality', but also many other things. This so-called empire is actually more like
A slightly larger Brown Farm with slightly more people.”
After all, this is not any country or region in reality. Using real-world experience to analyze it is like using "watermelons are round, bananas and watermelons are both fruits" to deduce "bananas are also round".
According to the public settings on the official website forum, long before entering the Era of Prosperity, this planet had already lost its traditional boundaries and achieved a unified civilization.
Rather than saying that this is an empire that imitates the Legion in promoting racism, it is better to say that this is a theocratic empire that borrows an outdated textbook from the Age of Prosperity as a bible, and borrows some theories from the Valantians.
Obviously, the rulers here are a group of "smart" guys. They collected the original texts of "Animal World", improved and packaged them, and then gave birth to a set of theories like "Thousands of Races and Thousands of Gods".
In name, a thousand gods protect Borneo, but in fact, the totem poles are all tied with iron chains. What has protected Borneo for two hundred years is not an "animal world" at all, but a naturally existing
Mountains and a desert left over from the war, there may also be some strange gadgets left behind by the first generation of survivors.
According to Ms. Han’s research, the Sun-Carrying Sacred Ox was not always the leader of the gods. Before that, it seemed to be a moon god similar to the Silver Moon Goddess in the Luoxia Province pantheon. This was also the reason why the Yue people suddenly changed from the pyramid.
The most direct reason for falling from the top is to become "untouchable".
Under such premise, it is unrealistic to expect the survivors of Golden Gallon Port to be as loyal to the emperor as the survivors of Dawn City. They themselves are a group of tamed sheep. From the moment I met Lacy,
From the first aspect, it is clear that these people only wag their tails at those who look stronger and show their teeth at those who look weaker.
Not to mention the shelling launched by the Gray Wolf Army on the urban area to cover the retreat of friendly forces, which completely pushed the local survivors to the opposite side.
Now that the captured drowned dogs have been stripped of their equipment, it is hoped that the local people will have a good look on them, which will be called the appearance of the big horned deer god.
Lao Bai shook his head.
Not wanting to consider such a complicated issue, he went straight to the point.
"The reinforcements from Tiandu have been defeated, and the three-stage combat plan has been completed. What's next?"
This war was really not interesting, especially when he saw from the drone that the people of the division on the opposite side were being chased away by the two of them.
In the Vale Province, there are more raiders than they can fight.
Fang Chang said in a gentle tone.
"One accident is not enough, but three consecutive surprises are enough to wake up the arrogant Tu Emperor...if he doesn't want to lose all his elites on an impossible bet.
."
It can be said that this battle was won heartily.
It even exceeded his expectations.
In addition to the 1,241 people killed in the battle, nearly 10,000 people surrendered, and the 10,000-person Gray Wolf Army was taken prisoner!
Some people were even captured twice in one day, once at the Kraba market inside the settlement and again at the position outside the settlement.
In addition to the captured personnel, there were also weapons, ammunition and supplies left on the position, all of which were moved back by the militiamen of the Avengers First Corps.
Those who could not be moved were set on fire.
After this battle, the Gray Wolf Army had completely lost the ability to continue attacking Jingallang Port. And the lifeblood of the witch Tuo Xilan was also in their hands.
As for the prince named Dilip, he is actually a lucky draw.
"Don't let another accident happen then." Lao Bai joked in a relaxed tone, "Those guys never play according to the routine."
Fang Chang smiled confidently and said.
"Impossible. It can be seen that the wizard is a layman in all fields, but there is only one field that is his expertise. And now, for him, this failure is no longer a crisis in the military and diplomatic fields, but about
The political question of royal authority.”
Perhaps it would be a good idea to take this opportunity to go upstream along the Everliu River and reach the sky in one fell swoop. The empire might be disintegrated as a result.
But he had to seriously consider the manager's advice - don't take the initiative to escalate the situation.
Once the empire falls apart and the province of Borneo turns into a tribal melee, not only will the Legion take the opportunity to expand its influence in the region, but some dirty things will also take advantage of the chaos. And if it is unable to clean up the mess in the end, the alliance will also lose some neutral forces.
of goodwill.
This is obviously not worth the gain.
The emperor may be ignorant, but they, the "vassals" of the administrators, must not be ignorant.
Moreover, even if they have the ability to penetrate the empire, they still have to consider the legions that are eyeing them, the "United Nations Conference" that is taking place in the distance, and the Torch that is brewing a world-class threat.
Just when everyone's chatting topic shifted from the entire battle itself to post-war reconstruction and whether to publish a survivor's daily report here, the headquarters' radio station suddenly received a strange telegram.
Fang Chang took the telegram and glanced at it hastily, then handed it to Lao Bai with a smile.
"Look what I said?"
Lao Bai reached out and took the telegram over. Before he could read the contents, he caught a glimpse of the title and almost laughed out loud.
"Notification of Ceasefire from the Empire to the Alliance"
"That Wu Tuo really wants to save face."
Fang Chang took the telegram back without caring.
"It doesn't matter. The key point is to draw the ceasefire line first. Golden Gallen Port and its surrounding areas are already under our actual control."
"As for apology and compensation, we can talk about it slowly. Anyway, it doesn't matter even if we can't reach an agreement. It's just convenient for us to support local forces and rebuild."
After that, he looked at the NPC correspondent who sent the telegram and gave instructions.
"Reply them."
"Retreating one hundred kilometers is the bottom line for a ceasefire!"