Winning a war depends on ability, not military strength. - Anonymous
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This large plate of barbecue was obviously not enough to satisfy the sixteen soldiers who had been hungry for two days. However, nearly two-thirds of the wild boar that was killed before was left. With some wild vegetables, it could still be eaten.
"Levsky, please lead the people to grill those barbecues."
Looking at this group of guerrillas who still had some unfinished business, Edward, who had a bad temper, sighed slightly, pointed to a pile of raw meat hanging with a hemp rope not far away, and said: "There happens to be a lot of raw meat, enough for everyone to grill.
It’s time for a meal.”
"Yes, of course there is no problem!" Levsky agreed, picked up the tactical dagger and walked towards the pile of raw meat.
These raw meats are all cut and lightly smoked. Edward plans to make them into air-dried meats as a staple food during future guerrilla warfare. After all, this kind of food tastes good and can be stored for a long time.
"Thank you very much, Sir Edward."
The man looked around at the satisfied and expectant team members sitting on the ground, and gratefully thanked Edward: "If it weren't for you, I really don't know where I would have led them...
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Edward waved his hand nonchalantly, looked at the starry sky in the distance, and asked: "Why don't you leave this war zone?" He pointed to the far east: "Aren't there many logistics bases there?"
When he first came to serve in the Fifth Theater, he got off the plane there.
Although there have been many opportunities to get out of the loophole-filled defense circle of the NS-5 robot, for the sake of the huge points, I still endure the loneliness here and fight a guerrilla war with those dull robots.
"Logistics base?"
The man smiled miserably, lowered his head and shook it slowly, breaking a shocking news: "Where is the logistics base? The Bering Strait defense line is about to fall!"
He raised his head and glanced into the distance, with a sense of confusion: "Now SHIELD has already asked the army to withdraw from the five theaters!"
"Wha, what?"
Edward was stunned. The five theaters of the Bering Strait were a major line of defense that controlled the safety of the northern United States. How could they give up this line of defense so easily? This was simply giving away the country's gates, which he couldn't believe!
"Hey, it's not that the southern theater is in a tight situation, so we need to transfer troops from the northern theater to support."
The man shook his head sadly, looking a little sad. Looking at the ragged soldiers behind him, he could imagine that he was a regular army who followed him in the military camp before, but now he is like a beggar: "The central aircraft has mobilized a large number of heavy artillery into this area.
area, we can only engage in guerrilla warfare with them in the Alaska Mountains."
"What about our heavy artillery? Where are our armored units?"
Edward frowned. According to what he learned when he came to serve, the five theaters in the Bering Strait have three divisions of heavy artillery and two armored armies. With the support of the navy, it is completely possible to defend the five theaters. How could it fall?
"I was transferred away five days ago."
Looking at the bonfire in front of him, the man's whole body was trembling with excitement: "It's all because of the strategic mistakes of the commanders in the southern theater, which destroyed two main armored armies, so the northern front had to deploy a small number of troops to support."
"So are there still military defenses in the Bering Strait?"
Edward pursed his lips, clenched his fists, looked at the man with a little anger and said softly: "I hope you don't tell me that all the troops are fighting guerrillas in the Alaskan Mountains!"
The entire war zone has fallen. Even if you fight guerrillas in the Alaskan Mountains, if no supplies are produced, they will slowly die out, and you won't even need those NS-5 robots to encircle and suppress them!
Without external support, internal instability, and powerful enemies, even guerrilla warfare cannot cause much casualties.
It is easy to say that Edward can summon five major categories of things, but without external support, I am afraid that if the current NS-5 robot launches a large-scale encirclement and suppression, his vitality will be severely damaged!
There are only two soldiers without heavy weapons. How can they be an opponent of the NS-5 anthropomorphic robot with air force support and heavy artillery support?
Even the robots can continue to encircle and suppress them as long as they have energy, and although his soldiers have unlimited physical strength, they still need a little sleep!
"Army? Of course."
The man's voice was low, but there was nothing exciting about it: "They can only rely on a large number of fortifications to hold on to a few important locations."
Levski had already carried a large piece of meat over, and Kratos stuck it with a wooden stick. He and a few guerrillas who came to help lit the bonfire a little bigger, put the meat on it and roasted it, watching.
Let the fat drip off and sprinkle with a little seasoning from time to time.
"What's the matter, Sir Edward?" Levsky came over wiping his hands. Looking at Edward's solemn expression, he couldn't help but ask: "Is there any bad news?"
"Of course, very bad news."
Edward nodded seriously. This news was simply bad news. He shouted to Kratos, who was helping the guerrillas barbecue: "Kratos, come here, we need to have a small meeting."
"Oh well!"
Passing the barbecue in his hand to the guerrillas, Kratos stood up and came to Edward, squatting on the ground with them, and asked: "Sir, what's wrong? What happened?"
"Our current situation is not good." Edward did not hesitate at all and went directly to the topic. He glanced at the two of them and said: "You have all had rich strategic experience during your studies in the military camp. I need your help.
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Both Kratos and Levsky came out of the military camp. Although they did not really experience the battlefield, they learned a lot from the wisdom and experience of their predecessors. In some theoretical aspects, they were even much better than Edward.
"We are basically isolated by the enemy now, and the possibility of reinforcements appearing is very small."
Levsky took Edward's words, found a branch and drew a rough situation map on the ground, and slowly said by the light of the campfire: "So, we are already surrounded by the enemy."
In terms of grasping the strategic situation, even Kratos, who was born as a ranger, is not as good as him. As a member of the armored group army, Levsky must have enough strategic vision to face the enemy like a sharp knife.
A hard blow to the heart!
"The friendly forces are probably the defeated army and are now hiding in the Alaska Mountains."
The man pointed at the strategic map, scattered several points, and said: "Along the edge of the third theater to the fifth theater, there should be no less than 10,000 guerrillas in these mountains."
"Although there are more than 10,000 people, most of them are around a hundred people." He spoke in detail, and drew a few more dotted lines to run through the entire simplified map: "This is the scope of human air force activities, and it is also for those guerrillas.
The team will provide some supplies.”
"How did you know?"
Kratos suddenly raised his head, looked directly at the man, and said without hesitation: "Please forgive me for saying this, but you should understand why I am so suspicious." He paused, and then said: "Excuse me.
,Who are you?"
"I know..." The man lowered his head and raised his head after a while, with a sad and bitter smile, trying to keep his words calm: "Commander-in-Chief of the Bering Strait, Admiral Wilson's Adjutant, Bering Strait Temporary
Commander, Colonel Nar..."
"General Wilson's adjutant?"
Edward was stunned. On the incoming plane, when the recruits were chatting with him, they said that the famous General Wilson could compete with the enemy with a small number of troops. He was a master of both tactics and strategy!
However, how could someone who could serve as General Wilson's adjutant be a fool? But the man in front of him was not only beaten as low as a beggar, but was also captured by the enemy. Even if it is terrible, it can hardly be described as bad.
"Colonel Gnarl, if you don't mind, could I go over the format in detail?"
Edward's face was stern. Looking at the dirty Colonel Nar in front of him, he could still vaguely see a bit of chicness and handsomeness, but now he only looked decadent: "I hope you can explain it in as much detail as possible.
This will help me a lot.”
"I lost the trust of General Wilson and the entire Bering Strait." Nar lowered his head, took a deep breath to stabilize his excitement, and then said slowly: "I don't want to lose the Alaska Range again, this natural
line of defense."
"Four days ago, the NS central processor launched a large-scale infiltration, but our satellite strategic force focused its main attention on the tense war in the south and ignored this extremely important news."
Nar looked at the bonfire in front of him, as if he had gone back to a few days ago, when everything had not happened. He said softly, with endless humiliation: "Then immediately came the enemy's heavy armored troops under the cover of artillery.
The entire front was broken through, but while trying to defend, the southern front needed a lot of reinforcements."
"Then nearly half of the troops fell over, and the balance of the northern front instantly became fragile."
He looked at the three people in front of him, and then at the soldiers who were grilling meat at the campfire, with a few tears in his eyes: "General Wilson gave me the task of defense, and then led the army to the southern theater to support."
Nal's hand scratched the ground a few times, erasing the entire simple strategic map: "Then, the entire defense line ceased to exist, the soldiers were defeated, and the entire north was in danger..." Before he could finish,
He buried his head between his legs and cried bitterly: "I'm sorry for General Wilson, and even more sorry for the soldiers who are still resisting!"
Levsky and Kratos' expressions were extremely ugly. They looked at each other and shook their heads slightly, obviously helpless about this situation.
Because this is not just as simple as the troops being defeated and the defense line being broken, but the entire theater has fallen. There are only a few places where the enemy has not set foot and a small number of places where the enemy has set foot. There are still resistance forces active, but there is not much effective resistance.
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"Is this a crisis for us? It should be."
Edward suddenly stood up, took a deep breath of the cold air, looked at the slightly surprised faces of the three people, and said loudly: "But we shouldn't be afraid. No matter how many enemies there are, what will happen? Can we still occupy the Alaska Mountains?"
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"Don't be afraid! Even if it's a guerrilla war, I will fight for a future in this area!" Edward said decisively. Since the enemy has surrounded this area, let's just fight a real guerrilla war!
With the game system, he is really not afraid of these. Whether it is personnel or supplies, he has nothing to fear! And behind him are the admiring faces of the guerrillas. Under the illumination of the bonfire, their eyes
Sparkle!
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