The southern theater of the Sbia Alliance, near the logistics reserve base, on the sixth day after zero hour of the war.
The gray sky, the continuous tents and the busy people and horses together formed a noisy temporary command center. Under the order of the Southern Front Command "Everything is for the front line", various temporarily recruited troops and transport teams have just completed their reloading.
They are moving towards the front line at full speed. The only few roads are occupied by vehicles and heavy troops. The flat roadbeds on both sides of the trade road are the marching routes of the medium troops. As for the light troops and tribal armed forces, they can only use their special skills to climb mountain ridges and drill through dense forests.
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There is a two-story wooden building in the manor on Shang Road, which is the headquarters of the Southern Theater Command. At this time, the supreme commander of the Southern Theater Command was standing on a shaky balcony, looking at his traveling troops with an observation glass.
A staff officer said softly behind him: "Sir, the fastest combat unit can reach the second line in five days, and the size is a combined army..."
"The official name of the combined army is the front army. The fundamental difference between it and the army is its continuous combat capability. Don't confuse it again next time." Moya, who was dressed in military uniform, put down the observation glass and solemnly corrected the staff officer, "What's the situation ahead?
Sample?"
"There is nothing unusual at the moment." The red-faced staff officer replied, "The Nanshan Merchant Regiment has still not shown any intention to attack, and intelligence shows that they are still collecting food. A report from the Liaison Department said that the rust removal oil of the Merchant Regiment cannot be used
If you delay any longer, it will be shipped within three days.”
"In the name of the headquarters, I would like to thank the Liaison Department for its support operations. Please ask them to implement the 'Zero Plan' for each camp of the Nanshang Regiment Army within two days. The order for the front line of the theater is to prepare for battle within two days.
Moya thought for a while: "Between the first and second lines of the war zone, medium-sized towns and small towns can be abandoned, but no supplies and facilities can be left for the merchant army. Each evacuation unit must be within three hundred miles of the original station.
Fight independently within the range. Anyone who strays from this distance or avoids fighting will be punished with treason!"
"The above orders will be supervised and implemented by the royal representatives, special liaison officers and military judges of each unit. Before the follow-up battle plan is about to be issued, each unit must actively look for fighter planes to attack the enemy's weak links... first issue it like this." The record ends.
Just as the commanding staff officer left, another staff officer hurriedly arrived: "Sir! The staff department's combat plan has come out. Please go and check it out."
After passing through the second floor filled with offices of the headquarters department, and then passing through the operations department on the first floor, which was comparable to a busy city, Moya led the senior generals of the headquarters to the cellar and was cautiously welcomed by all the staff.
Because they had not come up with a battle plan that satisfied Moya before, the staff was severely criticized by this kind-hearted lieutenant general. An honest man's swearing had a unique flavor, which was much higher than that of a woman.
"Hello, sirs! Now I am responsible for reporting this combat plan to you!" The Major General of the Staff Department held an explanation stick and stood in front of the large sand table with a serious expression. "The situation we are facing is very complicated, because the intelligence nodes have been
The impact of destruction has greatly reduced the timeliness and authenticity of intelligence about the enemy! After criticism from the Lieutenant General, our department has now drawn up a new plan. This plan is based on the existing conditions and does not blindly pursue a large and comprehensive plan.
Campaign goal—please take a look at the current status of our theater."
"Our southern theater is roughly in the shape of a 120-degree fan, with a maximum depth of 1,200 miles." The major general's staff turned aside and pointed his explanatory stick at the vast southern theater. "The edge of the Dacheng theater in the north is the bottom of the fan. From
This extends five hundred miles outward and belongs to the third line of defense circle. Most of it is within the original dividing line between gods and demons, with complex topography and many rivers and dense forests. The range extending outward for another four hundred miles is the second line of defense circle, which is basically within the original boundary line.
The junction area between Camp Wells and the dividing line has a simpler topography, with a few cities and towns. Three hundred miles further south is the first line of defense and has entered the territory of the original Camp Wells. The towns here
There are many roads and dense roads, which are most beneficial to the enemy's actions. In addition, there are hundreds of miles of uninhabited land in front of the front line..."
"The main battle defense in our theater is divided into two directions. One faces the original Camp, which is now the Sengerfe Empire; the other faces the original Wells, which is now the Ancer Empire." The major general slowed down here.
Because Lieutenant General Moya started to break out in this part last time, "Considering that the front-line defense points are not stable and unsystematic, we decided to abandon the defensive tactics on the front line, but the garrison must cause fatigue and lag to the enemy, and cannot let
Their logistics and reinforcements came through with ease!”
After hearing the results that were similar to his orders, Lieutenant General Moya looked indifferent, but the minister in charge of logistics standing next to him came forward and asked the major general's staff in a difficult manner: "How many troops are there in the first-line defense circle?"
"The total number of front-line defense circle garrison troops is 14,000, including three formations with independent combat capabilities, one mobile combat establishment and one reserve team. They are all intact at present."
"This is almost the number of people in an integrated legion, but they are not an integrated legion after all. The fragmented organization has no battlefield self-sustainability. After giving up the garrison point, how will their supplies be solved?" the logistics minister asked, "What to eat? What to use? What to take?"
fight?"
"If the combat plan is approved today, they will have at least two days to transfer supplies." The major general's staff officer replied calmly, "The enemy's goal is to pass through quickly. They cannot occupy every city and every road, and retain
It is the supply line, but we are currently unable to confirm which cities and roads can be preserved."
"The troops rely on these uncertain cities and roads for supply operations?"
"Yes." The major general's staff member answered without blinking an eye, "The supply force is the responsibility of the Logistics Department."
The logistics director took a deep breath and looked at Moya angrily.
But Moya said expressionlessly: "Our troops are not masters, so we don't need to worry about food and clothing. Unless it's an emergency, the logistics department will ensure medicines and combat consumables. Continue!"
"Yes!" The major general staff officer who received support stood at attention and moved his commentary stick back. "After repeated reconnaissance, we determined that the Nanshang Regiment Army has set up three assembly areas on the edge of our first-line security zone. Each assembly area can accommodate 300,000 people.
The troops are full, but they are not full... We are convinced that their offensive tactics will rely on these three camps. The most likely is that the three fronts will push forward together. The most likely follow-up is after flooding our first-line defense circle,
Starting from two main directions of attack, we will launch a pincer offensive in the Roseburg area, which is the key point on our second line. After success, the enemy forces will combine into two to make a final breakthrough in the Qianshan Pass area, which is the key point on our third line."
"Let's not talk about the follow-up attack." Moya asked, "How does the staff rely on to judge the enemy's early attack?"
"Intelligence behind enemy lines pointed out that the overall size of the Nanshang Regiment is around 500,000, and they are still recruiting. However, their material gap is huge and cannot be made up in a short time. Therefore, combat time is extremely precious to them. They can't even wait for an hour.
We can't afford to waste it." The major general's staff replied, "The enemy doesn't know much about our front-line defense, so the most stable way is to attack at the same time without testing. Whichever way goes well, it will be the main attack! In the middle is the reserve team.
, the ones who delay will become the food transport team!"
The major general's staff posture was very standard and his answers were very confident. However, Lieutenant General Moya's response was not enthusiastic. From his expression to his eyes, he did not look like a powerful senior general at all. The generals and officers followed him and looked.
Looking at him like a lonely traveler walking around the sand table, looking at him like a confused tenant, taking out a wrinkled handkerchief and wiping his dry forehead.
"What do you mean by the staff department, that the pretty boy opposite can only do this?"
The major general's staff officer standing opposite Moya, his fair face suddenly turned gray. Fortunately, he quickly understood that the so-called pretty boy was Duke Siwes of the South Merchant Regiment, so he stood at attention and replied: "Yes.
,Sir! Under the current circumstances, there is no other way he can do it."
"If the merchant army can only rush and fight, then what's the point of fighting on the front line?" Moya shook his head, "It's better to transfer all the people back and fight them to the death at Qianshan Pass on the third line.
Forget it, maybe we can kill a few more."
"Sir..."
"In this plan, the front-line strategy of the General Staff cannot be wrong. To be more precise, you blind cat has encountered a dead mouse." Moya's comments were ruthless, "Battles and wars will have an end.
Purpose. Although there will be an attacking side and a defending side in terms of situation, for both sides, the unique secret to victory is taking the initiative - what is taking the initiative? You tell me!"
“Activity means…spontaneous and conscious action.”
"Your teacher, is this how Carlos explains initiative?" Moya seemed like a small rent-collecting landowner venting his dissatisfaction to the tenants carrying rye. "Minister of Operations, tell him what initiative is."
"Yes!" A major general came out from among the generals of the War Department. He stood at attention with a snap and said, "The so-called military initiative is to create a favorable situation so that things can develop according to one's own intentions!"
"Did you hear that clearly?"
"Yes, sir, I heard you clearly."
"The purpose of the war of the Southern Merchant Regiment is very simple, which is to enter the battle area of Tacheng at all costs, surround Ticheng together with the Northern Merchant Regiment or independently, and encircle and annihilate it!" Moya said with a smile, "For this purpose, the pretty boy on the opposite side
We don't know what tricks he is going to play yet, but we must leave a space for his tricks - if we only focus on this kind of messy street war, we will be finished.
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"So first-line tactics..."
"Half of it is feasible, and the other half is not, but even if it is the right half, it is a coincidence that you can do it. This is a trap set by the white face for you. If you follow his rhythm, the next second and third line tactics will be involuntarily
If you get involved, you will lose even your pants in the end." Moya said, "You must remember that this is a battle of life and death! When making plans, you must think about our goals... Our southern theater needs to achieve
What is your goal? To kill the Southern Merchant Regiment independently?"
"No, sir." The major general's staff officer shook his head, "We in the southern theater do not have this capability."
"Yes, the lack of troops is our weakness; the lack of time is their weakness." Moya spread the handkerchief beside the sand table and folded it carefully, "In this way, everyone's butts will be dirty. What will happen to the pretty boy?
What to do? This issue has transcended the battle level and is not something that a theater staff can guess. Let’s talk about it and discuss it.”
The generals in the cellar began to communicate. The impatient ones even borrowed the major general's staff's commentary stick and placed flags on the sand table to set the target and practice. Although they were all temporarily recruited to the southern theater, most of them were soldiers.
After hundreds of battles, they are "old and scummy fried dough sticks". Their exchanges do not have the academic views of the major generals, nor the entangled analysis and judgment, but are full of practicality and sophistication. It seems that this is not a staff officer.
It is a secret room where gangsters, businessmen, and gamblers gather.
After the initial feeling of rejection disappeared, the young major general staff officer began to listen attentively. Gradually, he felt that he had benefited a lot and was grateful for the words of his teacher Carlos.
It is rumored that the sentence came from someone who was not doing his job properly. The general idea is: young people always think that learning can replace everything, while old people think that experience can replace everything.
The discussion gradually became quieter after an hour, and finally, a brigadier general emerged from the crowd in the war department. Originally, the red nose on his face was the most conspicuous sign, but after he opened his mouth, his face seemed to be wrapped in a belt.
The muddy tone came from behind.
"Brother, what do we think? The pretty boy is still going to steal the chicken this time, but our chicken coop has too many holes and can't be blocked, so we can only squat on the wall and pretend to pee. Note, it's just pretending! Let's take off our belts and return the chicken.
We whistle, but we don’t urinate... As long as we can hold it in, the pretty boy will be constipated before dawn!"
"This is your person." Moya said to the Chief of Operations, "You are responsible for translating into human language."
"Yes! Sir!" The Chief of Operations took a step forward, "He said - Sir, the pretty Duke must have a plan, but we have many loopholes and few troops, so it is impossible to defend to the death. We can only bluff and pretend to be on guard everywhere, so that the pretty face can't figure it out.
The focus of our defense is to keep our trump card hidden and not reveal it. The pretty guy will worry day and night, and he is pressed for time. In this way, he will have problems, and he will find ways to make up for them, and eventually cause a bigger problem.
!”
"What you said is confusing and has no point. Go and stand in the corner!" After scolding the red-nosed Brigadier General from the Operations Department, Moya turned to look at the Major General, "Do you understand?"
"I understand, sir, the frontline trades space for time, and reserves one or two unexpected points for the merchant army to defend, disrupting the enemy's deployment and rhythm." The major general's staff replied, "But there are two questions. One is
What should we do if the merchant army ignores the entrenched position? The second issue is the casualties of the entrenched troops... We cannot provide reinforcements, and they cannot stop the merchant army."
"If you can't stop it, why don't you stop it? Think about the Clark River Post at the zero point of the war, my Major General. Victory is made with flesh and blood." Moya said calmly, "To put it more clearly, in this war
, the pretty boy is a libertine, he can act like a hooligan. But we are honest people, and we must fight the war honestly. Especially the staff department, when you make plans, you must do it honestly, and you must trust the operations department and the following
When our troops start fighting, they will have more evil in their stomachs than you."
"Yes, sir!"
"Two points will be reserved on the front line, which will be decided by the staff. The defenders at other locations will withdraw supplies and search for fighters independently. There is no basis for the tactics on the second line. The staff will propose five plans based on various situations, and I will choose them at that time.
Moya thought for a moment and looked at the officers of the staff again, "The staff will stay on the third front to observe the war and immediately stationed at the Jiaozi Mountain Base. The troops at the Jiaozi Mountain Base will be placed under your direct control."
"Sir, we are soldiers! We are useful!" The major general staff officer became excited, "We should follow the command!"
"Eggs cannot be put in one basket. You are the backup for the entire command." Moya refused calmly; "I don't want you young people to be in the limelight, but who can say for sure about war? Remember, once
If you lose contact with us, you will take over the command of the third line - but at any time, you cannot cross the third line to fight, because the Dicheng theater may need your support. That is the core area of the war! There is no Dicheng
, we completely failed.”
"But……"
"Execute the order." Moya said with a cold face, "All ministries - prepare to leave!"
"Yes!" The generals stood at attention and saluted, and then dispersed in a rush. (To be continued)