This is a common saying that a defeat is like a mountain. But from another perspective, a defeat is also a time to test the true strength of an army. Although this test method is accompanied by a strong sense of sadness, and the timing is also shorter than
Victory must be harsh and cruel. However, an army that can pass this test will be able to say another common saying with no shame - victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists.
This is true, but only those who have been involved in it can appreciate the unique bitterness and humiliation. Especially in a defeat that almost overturns everything, everything becomes irreparable. Military spirit, morale,
Trust, these traits that once filled the entire army are like broken ice under the scorching sun, melting away in an instant. At the end of the road, even the most basic beliefs are generally and silently questioned. The demon alliance can still
What to use to pass the test of failure?
Long before the decisive battle on the deserted coast, in order to prevent an irreversible outcome, the Duke of Swiss made a secret plan called "Manor". The headquarters included a group of troops, officers and generals into the plan, and when the war situation suddenly changed,
When there is no way to save the situation, these troops and personnel will be withdrawn. Other troops will die to buy time for them.
Of course, this kind of plan will not be reported. In order to protect these people from suffering as little persecution as possible after the war, and to continue serving to revitalize the coalition forces, the coalition command headquarters even made two battle reports in advance, which one was considered a failure.
The prepared battle report will explain that these troops were not able to join the battle due to sudden changes in terrain, logistics and even the battle situation, but were more than a hundred miles away...
If this army that retreated early disintegrated again, the demon alliance would really become a piece of rag that could never be lifted up again.
After being selected as the retreat commander by the Duke of Swiss, Viscount Gironde has actually become the deputy commander of the Demon Alliance. The Duke of Swiss hopes that he can preserve a quarter of his troops, which account for a quarter of the total coalition forces.
Cadet officers and some generals. Among the generals of the entire coalition, only Viscount Gironde can accomplish this mission.
Because Viscount Gironde understands human nature far better than others, and under the haze of failure, only by using human nature and their survival instinct can this army escape the disaster.
Therefore, on the way to retreat, Viscount Gironde did not rely too much on the supervisory team to weave a web of terror that enveloped the entire army like the defeated armies in the past. Instead, he did a lot of things that seemed inexplicable after the war, even...
Ridiculous things - such as establishing extremely solid defenses in some locations that have no strategic value but are easy to defend and difficult to attack, such as forcing the logistics to provide hot food three meals a day, and even ordering the cavalry units that are still organic to constantly change flags from retreating units to two
Running sideways towards the war zone...
These "tactical" actions were all mental battles targeting the retreating own troops. Coupled with the appropriate suppression measures by the supervisory team, the retreating troops gradually stabilized, and desertions and panic were suppressed. After that,
Only then did Viscount Gironde increase the speed of his retreat, and always kept his troops firmly in retreat, not in retreat!
Even when one after another retreating troops were wiped out by the chasing Sibia Army, the retreating coalition forces maintained the most basic formation and organization. The command headquarters' orders can still be conveyed. The following situation
Being able to report back and forth, the officers also roughly know how many soldiers they have and what their positions are...
Later, ordinary soldiers believed that they were not retreating, but conducting a battle maneuver. But the generals who knew the battle situation all knew that the current demon alliance was so fragile that it could no longer withstand any war. Of course, there were
A large number of troops were wiped out and a large amount of supplies were taken away, but more importantly, the already overdrawn alliance logistics could no longer support it. The results of the war can be fought for, but the damaged people's livelihood cannot be restored in a short time.
Finally, the retreating troops reached the mountains on the edge of the plain, established camps and supply lines here, and began a long, torturous wait.
Waiting for the alliance's punishment, waiting to take over the defeated troops, and also waiting for the return of Duke Swice...
After a few days, groups of remnant soldiers appeared one after another. At the peak, they received nearly 10,000 people in one day. After a few days, these previously mighty and powerful soldiers completely changed. Everyone was injured and lost their helmets.
He abandoned his armor and even his face was as withered as a ghost.
From their few words, people learned some information about the situation at the front. Although the information was vague and one-sided, one thing is for sure. The fate of those troops who were not included in the retreat sequence was very miserable. Those who retreated after defeat would never
They are willing to recall the scene of the fierce battle that day and the subsequent pursuit, but most people will wake up in the middle of the night and let out shrill wails.
Moreover, no one knows the final whereabouts of Duke Sves. The last news is the same as all the previous news. The commander-in-chief personally led his guards to the rear, and stayed behind until they were annihilated in the crowd of Sibia's army...
After questioning more than a dozen groups of defeated stragglers, the calmest Viscount Gironde also had a worried face.
The war failed, the commander disappeared, and the future of the demon alliance has become darker than ever.
And their Duke of Swiss really encountered the darkest moment in his life.
The Sibia army was very cautious in the use of dragoons. After crushing the entire coalition position, most of the dragoons were withdrawn from the battle, leaving only a few small units to support the expeditionary force's clearing. The entire pursuit battle followed.
In it, the cavalry of the Expeditionary Force played the leading role. It was precisely because of this that Duke Swys had the opportunity to lead his own bodyguards to cut off the rear.
Even if the commander personally leads the troops to cut off the rear, the effect it can actually have is limited. The outcome of the demon alliance was revealed the moment the dragoons appeared.
When the dragoons unstoppably shattered the coalition's position structure and attacked the undefended cavalry columns and infantry squares without restraint, no one believed that they could change the outcome - in the face of the power of the dragoons and the massacre of the expeditionary force.
In front of them, the demonic coalition forces retreated and fled on a large scale.
The Duke of Swiss knew very well that the people of Sbia were waiting for this moment. The cavalry of the expeditionary force drove away the coalition troops who were weak in fighting will, using them as the vanguard of their own attack to break down other phalanxes one after another.
, back and forth, endlessly...until the coalition forces completely lose their formation and unified command.
In the end, every coalition soldier felt a clear message in the illusion created by Cohen Keda. He was just an individual, but the Sibia people he killed were a powerful whole. Individuals cannot be compared with the whole Sibia.
Biya can't compete! The huge and brutal dragoons are chasing behind him. Every time they raise their giant feet, they may step on his head!
The fearful plague spread across the land, discarding helmets and armor, leading to destructive effects... Although, in fact, each Sibia soldier was chasing more than five coalition soldiers!
Under such circumstances, Duke Swiss and his bodyguards, who tried their best, could only maintain a corner of the battlefield.
It was this corner that did not collapse until that night, when nearly 40,000 remaining soldiers withdrew from here. Looking at the blood-stained faces deformed by fear and helplessness, the Duke felt sad. As for whether they were still there The Duke himself was powerless as to how far he could go without unified command, without logistical supplies, and with the expedition cavalry chasing him behind him, and whether he could rendezvous with Viscount Gironde's team.
What is hateful is that after beating the Duke's rear-cutting troops to only a few hundred people, the Sbia Expeditionary Force bypassed him and his rear-cutting troops and went directly to pursue other troops, pretending not to see the high-flying The Allied Commander-in-Chief flag. Moreover, the expeditionary force troops who stayed behind to monitor did not launch an attack, as if they did not know how great the contribution of capturing or killing a commander-in-chief was.
One day and one night. After that, another day and one night.
The murderous intent inspired by anger and heroism is just being passed away by time.
It's not that Duke Swiss never thought of leaving the battlefield, but with more than a hundred people under his command, he couldn't do this. Because another flag was set up within his sight - the flag of Emperor Sbia.
The Duke of Swiss could watch the Sibia herald return from the front with news of victory, and he could also watch them leave with new orders... For a commander, is this the most important thing? A sad thing?
Finally, the people of Sbia remembered the commander of the coalition forces. A herald with the rank of second lieutenant rode his horse to the Duke of Swiss - this majestic horse belonged to the Demon Alliance not long ago. the property of.
"Your Excellency, Duke of Sivis." The young Sibia herald gave him a military order, with a proper pride of a victor on his face: "His Majesty the Emperor of Sibia allows you to retreat, and you can take him with you. My bodyguards are leaving. During this process, the Sibia army will not attack you. The above orders must be executed with caution!" After saying this, the herald turned around and left as if there was no one around.
Duke Swiss was shaking with anger, but he looked at the soldiers around him and endured it.
Generally speaking, there should be no problem with such a promise made by the emperor himself, but the Duke of Swiss had only gone less than ten miles when he encountered a mixed force of Sbia's cavalry and infantry.
Without saying a word, the other party first used a stretched crossbow as a deterrent, and then a brigadier general walked towards the Duke's team. He divided the Duke's bodyguards and other soldiers into two groups, and then approached Si Duke Weiss gave a military salute: "Your Excellency, according to the rules of the Demon Alliance, you can only have so many personal guards."
After all, he is the commander-in-chief of an army. Duke Sves was about to explode, but the moment before he exploded, the brigadier general said again: "Other soldiers can also evacuate, but they cannot go with you. This is an order from His Majesty the Emperor. It must be be carried out to the fullest extent.”
What the Brigadier General said made Duke Swiss feel another kind of vigilance: Emperor Sbia's arrangement was bizarre, so he must have arranged for someone to be waiting for him... And now, he is just a useless person. What if the commander-in-chief of the defeated army, who was worth his weight in power, just took a trip under his arrangement?
When passing a hilly area, the leader of the Guards wanted to check the terrain suddenly, fearing that there might be an ambush. This was the duty of the Guards, but the Duke felt that it was unnecessary. If the Sibia people wanted to kill him, they would have killed him long ago.
Is it still necessary to set up an ambush secretly? The stubborn captain of the Guards insisted on going, and the Duke followed him on horseback, his mind in chaos and unable to calm down.
Suddenly, a neighing sound sounded beside him, causing the horses to scatter in all directions. With Duke Swiss's driving skills, he could only barely turn the horse's head to face the direction of the sound, and the frightened horse sank into the dirt with all four hooves.
My knees were shaking.
There was a soft sound of grass and trees, and a tall mount slowly walked into the sight of Duke Swice.
Duke Sivis recognized it at a glance. Recently, it was often mentioned by demonic soldiers with some fear - in their mouths, this unique demonic beast was called the "Burning Nightmare" -
—It is exactly the mount of Emperor Sibia!
Moving his eyes upward, Duke Swiss saw Emperor Sbia.
Cohen Keda was wearing his black armor, sitting on the Warcraft with his back straight, staring at him with cold eyes through the helmet visor.
At this moment, the first thing Duke Swice thought of was to kill the culprit who caused the continent's disaster!
But in the next moment, he reluctantly gave up this idea. Emperor Sibia was not something he could deal with with his own manpower, let alone the invisible deterrent emanating from Cohen Keda.
Wei couldn't face it.
The Duke himself is not intimidated by this kind of experience because his mind and thinking are far beyond ordinary people.
In the eerie silence, the atmosphere was oppressive. The power emanating from the opponent's armor was like a tangible weapon, directly penetrating everyone's skin, eroding their flesh with a biting coldness. Gradually
Yes, even the Duke himself had to squint his eyes and use all his strength to keep his eyes fixed on Cohen Keda.
Finally, Emperor Sibia stretched out his hand, pointed at a stream that lay between the two of them, and pulled the horse's head to take a step forward. Suddenly, the pressure was relieved, and there was a sound of exhalation from all around - those same Bai Zhan warriors
The elite guard who was created could not breathe in front of Emperor Sibia.
Duke Swice patted his mount to calm it down, and then he picked up his energy and followed him - Cohen Keda came out here, what did he want to say to him?
"You have been defeated miserably." Emperor Sibia's voice was very calm, but without any human emotion: "After that, it will be the politicians' turn to perform, and your army will no longer have a chance to revive."
"Nothing is absolute. I have confidence in my army." Apart from these words, it was difficult for the Duke to find other words to say.
"You will be attacked by your alliance, which will be miserable." Emperor Sibia did not want to expose the Duke's excuse and continued his seemingly nonsense conversation: "Such a big scapegoat really suits you."
This sentence couldn't help but make the originally miserable Duke of Swice laugh. He turned his head and waited for Cohen Keda to say something even more ridiculous - his expectations were immediately met.
"You will try your best to survive." Emperor Sibia said: "The Sibia Empire has also decided to let you live."
The look of surprise flashed across Duke Swice's face, and the doubt that had emerged since Cohen Keda appeared became stronger in his heart, but the hill was too small, and it had already reached the end. Before Swice could
The Duke asked a question, and Emperor Sbia, with his horse's head, made a semicircle and ran towards the distance. His royal guards followed from the hills and disappeared into the sky in a mighty manner.
"Your Majesty, why did you let him go?" Mafa caught up with Cohen and asked in confusion: "Why did you let him live?"
"Our ideal is this land!" Cohen raised his whip: "But in this process, we must avoid war as much as possible!"
"I know this, but what does this have to do with him?"
"We want such a person to exist and let him understand the power and irreversibility of the Sbia Empire. So, what will he do in our ideals?" Cohen stopped his horse and took a breath of fragrant air:
"Even if he doesn't do anything, he has done Sibia a great favor!"
"Then...he...will he understand it himself?" Mafa asked worriedly: "After he understands it, will he help us?"
"Understanding is one thing, but whether you are willing to do so and whether you can get rid of it is another matter." Cohen looked at Mafa and laughed: "This is the historical mission entrusted to him by Sibia!"
"Your Majesty the Emperor!" A herald who arrived delivered a document: "The latest battle report from the enemy."
"Oh, the defense has been done well, but it's a pity that now, it's all in vain." After reading the battle report, Cohen said to the herald: "Our messenger can set off and go directly to local governments. Just say that our army will pass through
If you return home by land, the welcome ceremony will be waived, but you will have to hand over supplies - if you don't hand over the supplies, the city will be burned down and the village will be destroyed!"
"Yes!" The herald was about to leave when Cohen called him back.
"Each army must remove the remains of martyrs and send special personnel to do it." Cohen's eyes softened: "It must be meticulous and safe, and no soldier must be left in a foreign land."
"There is one more thing." Mafa said: "The rear is very worried about us. Should we send a message back first? This kind of thing is most suitable for His Majesty to write personally."
"Yeah, that's right." Cohen took the pen and paper from the herald's hand, thought about it, wrote quickly on horseback, and then threw it to the herald: "Send it!"
The latest battle report between the expeditionary force and the dragoons was immediately sent out. The confidential officers on the naval transfer ship, the Guards Command, and the Sleeping Land Liaison Office all copied the few words of the battle report at almost the same time, with each word following.
appeared, and with the completion of each sentence, their bodies all trembled fiercely!
Bend your arms into a bow.
Blood surged through the arched back.
The string is the condensed life; the arrow is made of the soul; it is aimed with a vision that transcends all living things; it is triggered by the innate galloping; it is the tremor that penetrates the years.
Let the starry sky wither again and again; let the earth be incomplete forever; leave only the name of Sibia! (To be continued)