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Chapter VII

The dividing line between gods and demons, thirty miles in front of Tucheng, is the frontline headquarters of the Sibia Army.

Twenty-three major generals and more than 190 brigadier generals and colonel-level officers, led by Lieutenant General Moya and Lieutenant General Helter, lined up at the gate of the headquarters. From top to bottom, everyone was in uniform combat uniforms.

, the standing posture is very standard, holding his breath and concentrating, just like the guard at the door.

Forget about the other officers, but Lieutenant General Helter had never stood like this before. Seeing such a scene, the junior officers entering and leaving the headquarters were a little surprised, but soon they knew what was going on - like thunder.

Amidst the sound of horse hooves, a cavalry unit appeared on the rear road. During the galloping, the eight columns were not scattered at all, getting closer and closer. After a while, the leading unit had arrived in front of the headquarters.

The horses are elegant and vigorous, and the flying hoofs can't help but shine with an icy sheen. The sergeants in silver armor have eye-catching red tassels on their helmets swaying up and down, forming a surging red wave. High above the team

What is flying is the flag representing the emperor - this is the most elite guard to protect His Majesty the Emperor!

"Front team - divide!" In the queue, a powerful and powerful military order came out. The cavalry at the front of the team each took their reins and turned to both sides. The eight columns suddenly became 200 columns, surrounded by hundreds of knights behind them.

A young man in royal attire ran directly to the gate of the headquarters. The man immediately had black hair and eyes, a resolute expression, and a long silver cloak billowing behind him.

"Long live your Majesty!" No matter where they were, the garrison sergeants at the headquarters who saw this scene stood at attention, saluted, and shouted in unison, "Salute to His Majesty the Emperor!"

Emperor Sibia, who was galloping on horseback, slowly raised his right hand, and the riding crop in his hand stopped on his left chest, which immediately caused an even greater wave of cheers. For the imperial army, His Majesty the Emperor personally visited the headquarters on the eve of the war, and there was no trace of anything.

There is one thing that can boost morale more than this. His Majesty, the Emperor, is the only allegiance of all the soldiers of the empire.

In front of the command department, more than two hundred officers saluted His Majesty the dismounted Emperor at the same time. The Emperor approached his officers with a solemn expression, glanced at them with majestic eyes, and only nodded slightly to the generals in front of him as a return salute. "Report to His Majesty the Emperor.

"Preparations for the pre-war meeting are complete." Lieutenant General Haiert leaned slightly and said, "Your Majesty, please preside over it!"

In the huge military tent, the emperor and his generals sat around a long table. Officers below the rank of brigadier general sat on both sides, paying attention to the report of the combat staff. When it was their turn to report on the preparations of the troops, the attentive officers

You will find that the staff officer is a little abnormal. Although his tone and tone have not changed, there are slight beads of sweat on his forehead: "...Weapons and equipment have been prepared, logistics routes have been prepared, front-line ration workshops have been prepared, and all support materials have been transported.

.A total of eighteen legions participated in the attack, with a total strength of 230,000 troops. Currently, 200,000 troops have arrived at the scheduled attack position..."

"Stop." Cohen raised his hand to interrupt the staff officer, looking at the table in front of him, "Where are these 30,000 people?"

"It's still on the transport ship." The staff officer looked at the emperor and his tone was a little hoarse. "The temporary dock built at the departure point collapsed, which prevented the soldiers of the two corps from boarding the ship on time. From a time perspective, they could not wait until the attack started.

They arrived at the time. These two legions are the troops participating in the attack on the Camp Empire, and the goal of the operation is to capture the capital of Camp."

"Who is responsible for commanding and dispatching these two forces?" Cohen maintained a blank expression, "Whose specific responsibility is it?"

"The troops are under the direct command of the deputy commander of the Camp Theater, Major General Turin." The staff replied, "The boarding pier is in charge of Viscount Vit Tambu, and the collapse is his responsibility. The investigation results of the Military Justice Department show that the stone used in the pier

not enough."

"Viscount Witte Tambu?" Cohen frowned, "Who is he?"

"Your Majesty, Viscount Vit Tambu is the younger brother of Governor Velen Tambu." Lieutenant General Moya, who was beside Cohen, replied, "Velun Tambu single-handedly recommended him to be the lord of the city where he started. Because he wanted to keep it secret, the place of departure was

The piers were all temporarily constructed, but only one of the four piers had a problem. They were all built at the same time and completed at the same time."

"Major General Turin and his related personnel were all dismissed from their posts and sent to the Holy Capital Military Court for trial." Cohen nodded, "and then ordered the Ministry of Interior to immediately execute Wit Tambu and the leader of the wharf craftsmen on the spot. Governor Velen Tambu

Demoted to three levels and retained, he received fifty military sticks."

"Yes, Your Majesty." For a major general, being sent to the Holy Capital Military Justice Department was a very tragic end. Even if good luck saved his life, his military and political career was hopeless. Including two lieutenant generals.

Inside, the officers present accepted it silently. No one defended the deputy commander. This was not because the major general was not popular at ordinary times, but because everyone knew the consequences of delaying military orders, no matter who was involved.

For whatever reason, whether the reason is objective or subjective.

"Incorporate 30,000 Guards troops into the Camp War Zone to take over the task of attacking the Camp capital." Kemp drummed his fingers on the table and continued to order, "Order them to arrive at the starting point within three days without delay!"

The combat staff officer looked at his emperor and had forgotten to answer. The two lieutenant generals next to Cohen also looked at him with confused eyes. Everyone knew that these 30,000 Guards troops originally belonged to the Wells War Zone and were directly owned by His Majesty Cohen.

Commander, Cohen wanted to use them to annihilate the main force of Wells. At this time, they were transferred to the Camp War Zone. Although the plan to attack the capital of Camp was guaranteed, Cohen did not have the elite in his hands. There were 30,000 in the reserve force.

People, but those are newly formed troops with weak combat capabilities!

Lieutenant General Moya whispered: "Your Majesty, the reserve team has only completed formal tactical training..."

"This is enough." Cohen looked at Lieutenant General Moya, "Does anyone doubt that I can't command a frontal battle? Execute!"

In this battle, the Sibia army was divided into two theaters and three attack groups. The Camp Theater was commanded by Lieutenant General Moya, responsible for attacking the Camp Empire; the Wells Theater was commanded by Lieutenant General Helter, responsible for capturing the Weiwei Empire.

The entire territory of the Wells Empire; Cohen himself led an independent attack group to encircle and annihilate the remaining elite troops of the Wells Empire, and later assisted Lieutenant General Helter in attacking the capital of Wells. There were also small independent corps responsible for monitoring both sides of the battlefield.

trend.

The focus of the entire combat plan lies in the Wells Empire theater. The group led by Lieutenant General Helter must penetrate into the interior of the Wells Empire from the gaps in the enemy's defenses after Cohen draws out the enemy's elite, with lightning speed.

Occupy various strategic points in Wells and make all preparations to snipe possible reinforcements from the Demon Alliance. As long as the Demon Alliance's first counterattack can be completely disrupted, the overall situation will be determined. There will be no need for war for the next thing.

The solution was solved.

With the current national strength of Wells, it is not difficult to complete the attack mission of the Helter Group. The only danger is that the enemy forces will cut off the supply line and fall into a situation of being attacked from both sides. This depends on how well Cohen fights against the elite of Wells.

In this way, this only elite army numbered 70,000 soldiers and was led by Lieutenant General Glens. Once this army collapsed, Wales only had the capital's Guards available.

Because there was a detailed battle plan in advance, the pre-war preparation meeting ended quickly. Afterwards, accompanied by two lieutenant generals, His Majesty Cohen went to the temporary reserve camp to inspect the troops. By this time, there was no one around the emperor.

Ya and Helter began to have a hard time trying to get Cohen to keep these 30,000 Guardsmen by his side. Although they both knew that Cohen was a good fighter, he was the emperor now, and everything was related to the empire, so nothing could go wrong.

"Your Majesty, without the 30,000 Guards, it will be more difficult to attack the capital of Camp, but I can still guarantee that we will take it." Moya said: "The Guards are very powerful, so we should stay with Your Majesty.

Well, if you fight well here, it will be easy for both of us."

"Two Demon Alliance legions are stationed in Camp, and you are traveling a long distance. It is impossible to lead a reserve team to fight this kind of battle." Cohen replied sternly, "The key is to capture the capital of Camp as soon as possible, so as to give the enemy

The army suffered a psychological shock of being defeated like a mountain. How can a reserve team without street fighting training have this ability? The protracted siege will only make the Demon Alliance share the same hatred with the enemy and form a large army to help, causing the entire plan to collapse."

"But boss, your side is also very important!" Haiert said seriously: "You didn't lead many troops originally, but now you have changed to a reserve team, how can you eat those 70,000 people? If you can't annihilate these troops,

With 70,000 people, the advancing troops will be in danger. If we turn around and destroy this troops, other tasks will not be completed..."

"You can go and fight your enemies, but there is no chance of enemy troops behind you." Cohen laughed, "The title of emperor is really useful sometimes."

Helter and Moya looked at each other, neither understanding why Cohen was laughing. While Moya and Cohen were chatting, Helter slowly came to the side of the rock and walked side by side with the orc major general.

"Listen clearly, we can't take care of His Majesty this time. I leave this responsibility to you." Haiert whispered: "It doesn't matter if the battle situation is good. If the battle situation is not good, you must protect His Majesty and leave safely. You are not allowed to take him with you."

The soldiers rushed forward and His Majesty was not allowed to fight on the battle line, let alone fight with others..."

"I know." Rock replied, "The prince and the imperial concubines have all explained these matters."

The reserve camp has received notice of His Majesty Cohen's inspection. At this time, the entire army was neatly lined up in the open space waiting for the emperor's arrival. Seeing the arrival of Cohen surrounded by the Guards, the whole army shouted "Long Live Long Live" and fell silent.

In the queue, the officers and soldiers were all wearing field equipment, their weapons were sharp, and they were in high spirits.

No one thought that the reserve force would really come in handy, so the equipment of these 30,000 people was not very good. Half of the armor and weapons they were equipped with were from the inventory of the previous Sibiya Empire. The ratio of veterans to recruits was about 30 to 70, while the officers were on the contrary.

Like other troops, they are all promoted from elite warriors who have experienced battles in the field. In addition, a temporary training team of 3,000 people was formed, composed of trainee officers from various military academies.

"I came here today to tell you a piece of news. I will personally take you to the battlefield this time, and I will personally teach you how to fight!" Cohen drove his horse forward and looked at the dozens of infantry phalanxes lined up closely in front of him.

There was not a word of nonsense, his voice was loud and clear, and there was no need for a magician to arrange sound transmission magic. "Bloodshed on the battlefield depends on risking one's life and fighting hard. Apart from bravery, you have no secret to save your life. Are there any of you who are not willing to go?"

"Yes!" These 30,000 rookies were so nervous and at a loss because they saw the emperor in person for the first time. They answered in unison without hearing the emperor's words clearly. In their excitement, they thought Cohen was asking "Yes."

No confidence" and the like.

This answer made the officers behind Cohen look extremely ugly. Helter raised his hand and slapped the reserve commander, a certain major general, on the back of the head.

"You don't want to go?" Cohen laughed, "Thirty thousand reserve officers and soldiers, all of them are losers?"

"We are not idlers!", "We are willing to follow Your Majesty!", "We are going..."

Before the officers had time to teach the soldiers more things, the 30,000 people did not have a unified answer at this time, and they were eager to make excuses. Everyone was shouting, and the queue was noisy... It was indeed a preparation.

Team. Haiert and Moya looked at each other again, and they were even less optimistic about the team... (To be continued)


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