In the camp, the generals and warlords around Mordeamon started a fierce quarrel.
Half an hour ago, they received a report that the Blackwater Corps was attacking the Xinlai area. This incident made many warlords worried, fearing that they would lose the Alliance's base camp.
Mordeamon sat at the top, frowning and saying nothing.
The officers in front of them, sitting together, had already become a quarrel, and no one was convinced by the other.
Some people suggested that since we have arrived at Guarda City, we should continue the attack and capture this important border town as quickly as possible! Once Santos' government is defeated, the enemy's offensive will definitely collapse!
But some people are more pessimistic. They believe that they should immediately return to support the Xinlai area. Their own troops cannot stop the Lao Mo army and the encirclement and suppression of the Western Expeditionary Corps.
Only if the base camp is saved can they have follow-up combat power and survive.
In addition to them, there was a third voice at the scene. Some generals believed that they should stay in place and hold on to resist the encirclement and suppression of 200,000 to 300,000 people, waiting for the rebels to enter Guarda City.
The quarrel among the people became more and more intense, and even reached the level of scolding. Mordeamon's ears were filled with words such as being mean and stupid.
Mordeamon thought for a long time, and finally couldn't sit still. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Okay, shut up!"
The scene was still chaotic, and everyone was mocking each other's parents and ancestors.
Mordeamon calmly pulled out the pistol from the guard's waist, pointed it at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang!"
With two gunshots, the noisy and red-faced people around him stopped and looked at him.
After everyone was quiet, Mordeamon slowly said: "So far, they have not attacked us, and not a single shell has landed on our heads. Why are you so panicked?! Like a group of ants!
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Palu looked at Mordeamon and asked directly: "Commander-in-Chief, do you have any ideas?"
"Yes." Mordeamon nodded and continued: "My decision is to stay where I am and continue to stand firm."
There was an uproar at the scene, and many people shook their heads.
Mordeamon said sternly: "Quiet! Listen to me!"
Everyone slowly calmed down, and Modamon continued: "Everyone, we now hold a force of 100,000 people, and you should all know the combat strength. Now, we can either choose to attack Guarda City, but
There are still 20,000 to 30,000 garrison troops there, as well as complete defensive measures. Once we are held back by them, we will not be able to withdraw or attack. I personally feel that we will not be able to capture Guarda in a short time.
Even if we do get in, we can only capture their forward military base, but we may not be able to capture Santos alive. After all, he is not a fool. When our artillery shells bombard Guarda City, he will escape in a helicopter.
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After hearing these words, the room became even quieter.
Modamon glanced at these people, then looked at Palu, and said again: "So, is it feasible to return to the Xinlai area to aid? Of course it is not feasible! Because we need at least ten hours of marching time. To put it simply,
, stay here and garrison, we will be a fist! But if we return to support Xinlai, on the long march route, our 100,000 troops will be stretched into a thin line! They will be scattered! And the opponent's troops
, but can launch attacks against this pitiful thin line countless times! Once our troops are cut off, the corps will immediately collapse, and no one will be able to restore our defeat by then!"
Palu wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and sat back.
Mordeamon paused and continued: "This road is too long, so we will not go back. At present, there is only one way to turn defeat into victory, and that is to hold on! One hundred thousand of us are here to fight to the death, but they cannot
Eat us in a short time! If all of their 300,000-strong main force returns to attack us, the rebels will push inland with overwhelming force and form a trap with us! As for Santos’ 300,000-strong army,
He will be buried on the border of Guarda City! Everyone, I have served in the army for half my life, please trust my judgment!"
Everyone's emotions gradually calmed down and they agreed with Mordeamon's words.
After all, this old warlord made his fortune through war, so his commanding ability is no problem. He has been fighting all his life, and he can be considered a practical general.
Therefore, there is no problem with the judgment and thinking he showed at this moment.
At this point, the Western Military Alliance headed by Morde Amon began to stand still and prepare to meet the enemy!
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At the same time, Wang Dingyuan, through the command system in the Lao Mo official and military base, connected the Zhao Weihu Department of the People's Min Army, his own Western Expedition Corps, and all the Lao Mo official and army troops, and delivered an impassioned plenary speech.
"Hello everyone, I am Wang Dingyuan, the commander-in-chief of the Western Expedition Corps! At the same time, I am also the commander-in-chief of this battle! On behalf of the Lao Moguan military government, the Longcheng People's Min Army Corps, and the Western Expedition Corps, I am informing everyone that we will start immediately
, taking the battalion level as a unit, all troops do not need to accept your upper-level command, but you need to report your combat intentions and launch an attack on the enemy on your own! During this period, if someone can kill the enemy's regiment level or above commander, he will get
The most direct reward and commendation! At the same time, if any unit can cut off Morde Amon's head, it will be directly upgraded to five levels! If it can capture other warlords and generals in Morde Amon's command, it will be upgraded to four levels in a row!
If there are other major meritorious services, and they are calmed down by the general headquarters, they will also be given convincing promotions and rewards. We will never break our promises! Any army or armed force can do this! Comrades, within two days, we will finish
The war in Guarda City! Let the hundreds of thousands of rebels who rushed into the interior of Lao Mo be thrown into the sea!!"
All the soldiers on the battlefield heard Wang Dingyuan's voice, and they were all talking and excited.
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The blocking defense line of Hualei Town.
In one of the trenches, a young man wearing the battalion commander's armband was lying in the trench, taking off the metal wine bottle hanging from his waist and taking a swig from his mouth.
The young man appeared to be in his mid-twenties, very young, and his eyes were shining.
The sound of artillery and gunfire continued in the distance, and the enemy was still advancing slowly.
At this time, the deputy battalion commander ran over, kicked the young man on the butt, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Xing, please stop drinking! The fight in front is over, we must withdraw!"
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Xiao Xing took another sip, turned around and asked, "Old Qian, did you hear the whole army's speech just now?"
Deputy battalion leader Qian nodded and said, "Listen, what's the matter?"
Xiao Xing smiled and said, "Don't you think this order is interesting?"
Lao Qian smelled a familiar smell and couldn't help but look at him warily: "You want to fuck chicken feathers?"
Xiao Xing immediately said: "Commander Wang just now, didn't he say that any team can leave its position and attack the enemy! It's meaningless for us to stay here and fight. It's just a blockade and we have been retreating.
Let’s go and get a vote!”
Lao Qian paused for a moment, bent down in the trench, grabbed the wine bottle, and became interested: "Tell me, where should we go?"