This information from the vanguard was transmitted to the commander-in-chief at an extremely fast speed.
While listening to the staff officer's report, the lieutenant general rubbed his hands unconsciously. He closed his eyes in deep thought, with a gloomy expression on his face.
"Your Excellency, the resistance encountered by the forward is very tenacious, and it seems to be as we expected." The staff officer said cautiously: "It seems that Cohen Keda is mainly attacking Conson City. And our troops need two hours.
It takes more time to pass through the valley, shouldn’t we prepare?”
"Don't worry, wait and see, the casualties of thousands of forwards are nothing, order them to continue the attack." The lieutenant general opened his eyes: "What's the intelligence behind us?"
"The reconnaissance range has reached its limit, and no enemy has been found behind us."
"Strange, it's too quiet. Even if no elite troops are arranged to sneak attack us, a small group of troops should be sent to confuse us!" The lieutenant general fell into deep thought again: "The main force of the troops remains stationary, and the rear continues to be on guard. Send orders to the forward commander.
, attack fiercely! If he cannot be attacked, I will kill him!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
When this order was passed to the forward army, a new attack formation of the forward army was ready.
The rebel staff officers have drawn up a detailed offensive plan and are convening a meeting with middle- and lower-level officers to issue detailed combat instructions to each of their own units based on the dark army's defense methods.
Additional infantrymen from the rear have also arrived, and the engineers have temporarily made some equipment for them to withstand arrows. The attack direction is the same as the first time, and most of the traps along this route have been discovered, which can avoid another panic.
"Last time we attacked, the nearest point was less than fifty arms from the enemy's tunnel, but we failed!" The commander waved his fist at the meeting: "This time, the infantry and cavalry must cooperate closely and must be as fast as possible.
Rush through the trap area. Give me the signal after occupying the front line, and the follow-up echelon will take over from you immediately!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Return to the team - prepare to attack!"
At the same time, in the headquarters of the Third Army of the Dark Army, many staff officers were struggling.
The staff officers were hesitant whether to let the false positions in front resist a few more times or to withdraw immediately. However, their commander, Brigadier General Moya, was chatting wordlessly with His Majesty the Emperor.
"Didn't we issue the retreat standards? This is left to the frontline commanders to make their own judgments." After learning of his subordinates' concerns, Brigadier General Moya began to train them in front of the emperor: "You are dozens of miles away from the battlefield.
How do you know the details? The battlefield situation is changing rapidly. Changes will occur as soon as the orders arrive. You don’t need to dictate this kind of thing - just do your job!"
"Oops! Brigadier General Moya is angry." Cohen laughed: "I rarely see you angry. Why? As soon as you enter the headquarters, you have a good temper!"
"In order to train more mid-level and higher-level commanders, I have no choice but to do so!" Brigadier General Moya smiled honestly: "Sir, don't you think that commanders are very dependent and lack independence and innovation; while the staff officers are too stretched out their hands.
Too long, do you want to interfere in everything?"
Cohen looked at Moya and felt happy. If this word came from other people's mouth, he would not be surprised at all. But for Moya, such an idea proves that he has put all his thoughts into it.
In the military.
Moya is a simple young man who has always had some vague feelings of resistance to his status as a soldier. He just wants to take care of and protect his younger brother and takes on such a position. It is not too much to evaluate him for not wanting to make progress... But in his
Beneath his simple nature, he hid an intellect that was no less than that of a general staff officer. Cohen had long wanted to bring out his talent.
"You have changed! Moya." Cohen said softly: "You have become sharper, but you have not lost your nature."
Moya lowered his head slightly and said nothing for a long time.
"Boss, His Majesty Fichet...is also my friend." After a long time, Moya raised his head and replied with a choked voice: "Although I don't respect him very much, but I, I do respect him.
Treat him as my other brother, and I failed to protect him..."
"Moya, don't be like this." Cohen held his brother's shoulder and said in a gentle tone: "Fichet will be very happy to be protected by you as your younger brother."
"After the fall of His Majesty Fichet, the boss was not the only one who was grieving. I also realized that just protecting important people is not enough." Brigadier General Moya stroked the window with his hand: "I want to protect the enemy of the target.
, wiped out in infancy! Defense is just a means, not my purpose."
"I'm very happy that you can think of this." Cohen nodded and stood side by side with Moya: "We are all fools, and we have to endure a bloody lesson before we can reflect on ourselves."
"Well, boss, I'm going to the other side to prepare for command." Moya turned around and said, "It's very safe here. Remember to inform me before you act."
"Go!" Cohen smiled faintly: "I haven't been active for a long time. This time I will help you train officers at all levels."
"Farewell, sir." Moya stood up straight and gave a neat military salute.
Cohen returned the favor and stared at Moya's back for a long time, his eyes gradually becoming as deep as white shadows.
The rebels once again organized a powerful offensive, and the sound of killing in front of the dark army's false position was loud.
Under the cover of the infantry, the rebel cavalry launched continuous attacks on both sides of the river. The rebel soldiers continued to surge up, putting great pressure on the dark army's defense line.
The arrows were consumed very quickly, the frontline traps were basically useless, and the troops began to suffer casualties. After calmly analyzing the situation, the frontline commander issued an order to retreat to the second-line position.
Three blazing fireballs shot up into the sky, spinning and hitting the rebel offensive team. Three bright sparks exploded on the grass. After that, the ensuing fire magic turned the front of the position into a sea of fire.
The bursting fireball, the wide wall of fire, and the sudden and violent blow temporarily stopped the rebel offensive and disrupted the rebel commander's vision... Taking this opportunity, the dark army evacuated from more than a dozen tunnels and came to
The second line position one mile behind.
"Hurry up and prepare the carriages and horses!" After retreating to this last line of defense, the dark army commander also became nervous and shouted loudly: "Each unit reconfirms its route of action and is ready to retreat!"
When the flames in front of the position subsided a little, the rebel commander ordered the troops to continue the attack. Although he saw the troops rushing in and occupying the position, he was not happy at all - it was just a line of defense, and the casualties were too high.
"Reporting to the commander - we broke through the first line of defense, but were blocked again one mile behind the first line of defense!" The staff officer ran over sweating profusely: "The resistance was more fierce than the first line of defense."
Upon hearing the news, the commander's heart trembled: "Have you captured any prisoners of the dark army?"
"There are no prisoners. The tunnels they retreated to are full of blood. A few steps away are dead soldiers. There are also more than a thousand corpses of dark army soldiers in the trenches that have not been transported away. It seems that their losses are no greater than ours.
Small……"
"Report it. After breaking through the enemy's first line of defense, we were blocked again. Our army suffered heavy losses. Please ask for reinforcements." The forward commander rushed to the ground, spat, and raised his sword: "Fuck him, he almost died if he hit someone.
Half of them, if we continue fighting like this, we won’t even have any organizational structure! Lead your horse and follow me!”
The fighting was in full swing at the front, but there was silence in the rebel headquarters behind. Everyone looked at the lieutenant general in silence, but the Excellency was still pacing leisurely.
"Your Excellency, the forward troops have suffered heavy losses. It will be difficult to maintain the momentum of the attack if this continues..." His adjutant was worried.
"Why are you panicking? How many people can form a formation in such a wide area? The forwards are enough!" the lieutenant general cursed: "The cavalry troops can't break through the infantry defense line, so they still have the nerve to talk!"
An intelligence officer rushed over and whispered something in the staff officer's ear.
"Your Excellency, after the forward broke through the first line of defense, it encountered fierce resistance from the enemy again. More than half of the forward troops were lost, and the commander has already arrived to take command on the front line." The staff officer said with surprise in his tone: "At the same time, it is confirmed that the enemy is the third party of the dark army.
The legionary infantry also suffered heavy losses."
"That's right." The lieutenant general replied noncommittally: "Wait a moment."
"But sir... we can't wait any longer!"
"I said - wait a minute!" the lieutenant general waved his hand and raised his voice: "Send an additional 10,000 troops to the forward to maintain the momentum of the attack! If the Al Qaeda family is violently attacking Conson City, then the blocking force will be
There won’t be too many manpower!”
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"Order the scouts to reconnoiter the rear of our army again!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
The main force of the rebel reinforcements remained stationary, and this information soon reached Cohen Keda.
"It seems that this is also a cautious commander." Under the gaze of a group of subordinates, Cohen slowly tore the paper with the intelligence into thin strips of paper: "Go ahead and maintain the original plan. The troops in front must be careful when acting.
."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"After a while, the smoke of war in Conson City should also be lit!" Cohen turned around and faced Bai Ying: "Can I change my armor?"
Bai Ying smiled faintly and shook his head resolutely.
The rebel forwards continued to suffer casualties in front of the position, filling the dense traps with flesh and blood. Although the distance was only a short distance, the rebel soldiers could not cross it. When they could see the soldiers of the dark army, it meant that they had set foot on it.
The death zone.
The charge led by the rebel forward commander himself was also defeated in the overwhelming rain of arrows. The poor commander not only lost his beloved war horse, but was also almost burned to char by the magical flames.
With the addition of 10,000 fresh troops, the rebels regained their confidence and left almost no gaps between attacks.
The commander of the dark army had been calmly watching the battle situation. Seeing that the conditions were ripe, he immediately issued an order for the entire army to retreat. During the break between rebel attacks, the troops entered the passage to retreat in an organized manner. The carriages carrying the wounded had already set off.
The carriages that were left behind at this time were piled with corpses.
Before the rebels could rush up, the dark defenders poured hundreds of barrels of kerosene into the position as a final gift for the rebels... When groups of rebel soldiers rushed to the position in surprise, hundreds of kerosene sticks
Rockets flew from a distance, turning the position into a sea of flames.
In the fierce flames that soared into the sky, the dark infantry ran back, laughing and discarding their helmets and armor along the way. The carriages behind continued to drop corpses wearing military uniforms from both sides to the ground, leaving behind the scene of a fierce battle all the way, but the corpses wearing dark military uniforms
More than three times the size of the other party...it really looked like he was running away in a panic.
The fire on the position burned for a long time, and the thick smoke choked the rebel soldiers who were downwind and couldn't open their eyes. When the fire subsided a little, several groups of soldiers sent by the rebels went around the river to conduct reconnaissance.
Behind the position, they saw the enemy army "retreating in pieces and in pieces". A large number of corpses were scattered messily behind the position and spreading forward. Broken weapons were all over the ground, and flags were crooked and trampled.
...They also found a few of their own wounded.
"They - ran away." The wounded said desperately: "As soon as we passed through most of them, they set fire, and the commander led the brothers to catch up..."
With this news, the morale of the rebel forwards was greatly boosted. The commander waved his hand and ordered all the soldiers to mount their horses and pursue them! After that, a piece of intelligence was sent to the lieutenant general behind - "The Al-Qaeda family's troops suffered heavy casualties and several lines of defense were breached."
, our army is pursuing!"
Faced with the eager looks of his officers, the Lieutenant General was still ready to say: "Wait a little longer."
At this moment, Carlos, the general staff officer of the dark army, in accordance with the instructions of His Majesty Cohen, lit the emergency smoke for the rebel guards under Conson City. The strange-colored smoke showed that the defense of Conson City was already a problem.
Already.
Seeing the smoke, which should not be ignited except as a last resort, the Lieutenant General's eyes became fierce.
"The main force has passed through the valley and moved forward!" Your Excellency the Lieutenant General finally said: "The logistics baggage will be shipped later!"
The main force of the rebel reinforcements took action and moved forward through the valley again. Like the forward troops, they also built many pontoon bridges after leaving the valley, sent part of their troops to the other side, and then continued to advance at the same speed.
The rebel army was moving behind, but their miserable forwards were advancing all the way under the guidance of the "Dark Defeat Army", running for more than ten miles and then plunging into the main position of the Third Army.
This battle was the beginning of the Third Legion of the Dark Army and the commander of the Third Legion, Moya, becoming famous on the mainland.
Looking back, the predecessor of the Third Legion should be the Third Regiment of the Ninth Legion of the Divine Alliance. Under the leadership of a certain bad commander, this Regiment gradually grew up in the war between gods and demons, and finally matured in the cruel war.
It was this regiment that built the labyrinth formation in the Battle of Tucheng, leaving more than 300,000 powerful demon-type coalition forces in the battlefield.
In the eyes of the current Third Army headquarters, these rebels in front of them are really nothing. If His Majesty Cohen had not given instructions to train new recruits in this battle, they would not have ordered the soldiers to build this huge engineering position.
When a large number of rebels swarmed in, the Third Army Headquarters reenacted the Battle of Tucheng. The front of the main position was closed, allowing the enemy troops to enter - although the fighting intensity of the two was not comparable, but for the new recruits in the dark army, it was
In other words, this scene is already quite cruel.
It did not use the latest large-scale equipment, nor did it use the newly arrived stone bullets, nor did it dispatch hunting teams. The Third Army only dispatched new regiments led by veterans to fight in the form of ordinary positional warfare - this was enough.
When the battle horn sounded, Bai Ying responded to Cohen's request and recited to him a poem passed down by the dragon clan from generation to generation. His Majesty Cohen listened calmly and ignored the shouts of killing outside.
Bai Ying also knew in her heart that at the same time as her soft voice sounded, countless killings were happening outside, but she could not refuse Cohen's request - at least the man in front of her was not addicted to killing.
On the battlefield ahead, someone was stabbed by a sharp stake, and his body hanging in the air was twisted weirdly.
Someone was chopped in half with a sword, and half of his body was crawling and twitching in a pool of blood.
Some people went crazy because they saw their partners falling one after another.
Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, some cried bitterly...
Some people tremble because they kill someone for the first time, some people vomit because they see a corpse for the first time, some people are excited, some people are obsessed...
"There can be no beautiful things in the battle, tearing with flesh and steel, burying the souls with killing..." His Majesty Cohen commented after listening to the poem: "I like this paragraph, this is the essence of war."
"If you can really remember, I will be very happy." Bai Ying replied lightly: "I hate being surrounded by the smell of blood like this."
"Although pride is the nature of dragons, you have to understand one thing." Cohen took a step closer and said softly to Bai Ying: "You are not qualified to teach me a lesson."
Then he hurried out of the room on the pretext of inspection before Bai Ying got angry.
Fifteen thousand infantry and cavalry rebels were dispersed and absorbed by the entire position, and the entire battle ended within an hour. Amid the cheers of the new recruits, more than 8,000 terrified prisoners were escorted to the wilderness behind the position.
"Since we are prisoners, we should have corresponding treatment and obligations. Their only use is to remind the world not to go against me." - His Majesty the Emperor said this in the army's rumors. So the prisoners were escorted.
Go to Conson City.
Majesty Cohen was dressed in a gorgeous dress and walked into the camp with his personal guards. Bai Ying hesitated outside the tunnel that smelled of blood, and finally followed him in.
The group made several turns in the tunnel and first entered the position's medical area.
A young officer standing at the corner felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His body tensed upright in an instant and he shouted: "His Majesty the Emperor has arrived - everyone stands up and salutes!"
"The wounded do not need to salute - the doctors continue to work!" Cohen overcame his urge to return the salute and looked around with warm eyes instead: "Are there many wounded?"
"Your Majesty, there are not many wounded." The leader of the doctors hurried over and stood aside with his hands down and replied: "Most of them are minor injuries, and there are also some wounded who were transported back from the front lines."
"Check carefully. If they can continue to fight, let them return to the army. If they can't continue to fight, send them all back to the rear." Cohen examined the injuries of several soldiers: "Are the new treatment drugs effective?"
"Compared with the original place, the effect is somewhat reduced. It seems to be a problem with the soil." The head doctor took out a small bottle of medicine: "But, Your Majesty, this is much better than ordinary medicine."
"As long as it works!" Cohen nodded, walked into the medical area to inspect, and asked about the conditions of several seriously injured patients.
"Originally, I prepared medals for the troops who attacked the Holy Capital, but now it seems that you injured fools have no choice but to go back to recuperate!" Cohen suddenly raised his voice and said to the wounded around him. The wounded around him were all dumbfounded. Could it be that the brave ones were injured?
Is it also a fault?
"See? This is for the troops attacking the Holy City." Cohen took a shining silver medal from the rock: "How about this medal that symbolizes courage and wisdom? Isn't it beautiful?"
The wounded were sad and aggrieved, and some of the recruits were already shedding sad tears.
"What? You're not convinced? The soldiers who follow me can't be idiots!" Cohen threw the medal back to the rock: "You have to rely on your brains to fight, and you can't just fight to the death - you have been systematically trained and have the best skills in the continent.
With armor and weapons, relying on a well-established position to fight against this rookie rebel army, you can actually get injured? Don’t embarrass me!"
"But boss." A battalion commander lying on the bed raised his head and shouted: "We are fighting in full accordance with the staff plan!"
"Let me tell you clearly that this battle was carefully designed by me. The purpose is to use this rebel force to train you. The battlefield situation changes quickly, so you fools won't adapt to the situation?" Cohen walked over and slapped this person in the face.
The battalion commander said: "According to my expectation, the number of wounded should be one-fifth of the current number!"
"Yes, boss, I was wrong..." the battalion commander replied, stroking his head with satisfaction.
"You still have a few days to recuperate. I'll give you a chance." Cohen suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Are you confident in improving your combat effectiveness?"
"Have confidence!"
"What do you rely on to fight?"
"On your head!"
"Do you want to get a medal?"
"think!"
"Okay then!" His Majesty the Emperor smiled slightly: "I have the medal, I'm waiting for you to get it." (To be continued)