Many of the officers of the Airanhill Empire actually don't know how to fight, and even some senior officers don't actually know how to fight.
In the past, war was a mysterious skill that not many people could master. This is not a boast. In fact, directing war was almost an exclusive skill for nobles in the past.
If you want to be a qualified general, you basically have to use human lives, real actual combat, combined with a large number of ancestral military documents, and pile them up day after day.
It's a pity that the generals, officers, and even soldiers of the Airanhill Empire do not receive such treatment.
After all, only nine years have passed since the rise of the Ailan Hill Empire until now! In these nine years, although Ailan Hill has been fighting, there are not many bloody battles in the real sense.
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A large number of generals of the Airanhir Empire are actually very elegant. They graduate from the military academy quickly, and then are assigned to the army like clerks, and work hard in their posts for wages.
Some of them face a computer every day, change some data in the table above, print it out, and submit the report to an officer in another department for signature, and then dispatch an officer from the third department to check it in the barracks.
For the remaining materials, check whether the quantity can be reconciled with the account...
This kind of thing could not be called a war ten years ago. Such a person could not be called an officer at that time.
But now, such a person can even have the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulders. From the time he joins the army to the time he retires, he may have never even touched a gun - there must be shooting training, and just firing at the enemy is enough.
Unlikely...
There is nothing wrong with this situation in the logistics troops, but in fact, many officers and soldiers in the frontline combat troops of the Airanhill Empire are not very good at fighting.
In the era when they joined the army and went to the front line, the war had turned into a different look. The battle fought by the Elanshir Empire was already completely different from the past.
Commanders no longer have to rack their brains to imagine what conspiracy the enemy is planning to use. The large-scale detours of the cavalry and the large-scale transfer of supplies will all be clearly seen by the aerial reconnaissance and satellite reconnaissance of the Airanthil Empire.
For these commanders, the tactics that the enemy commanders racked their brains to come up with were no longer secrets almost as soon as they were implemented.
Staff departments at all levels will clearly analyze the enemy's movement purpose and rely on computers to clearly predict the enemy's most likely tactical arrangements.
What next? The military commander took a pile of documents, photos and maps that had been touched by countless people, issued an order, mobilized his troops, and launched the most reasonable response.
If they could all lose, it would be unreasonable - what's more, the front-line combat troops of the Airanhill Empire had already opened a huge gap with their opponents.
It is simply a chasm that cannot be pursued! The soldiers of the Airanshir Empire hold automatic weapons in their hands, wear bulletproof vests, and steel helmets. They enjoy the best supplies and can call for the most powerful fire support.
They don't even have to go to the front line to fight in person. Drones and missiles can destroy the enemy's defenses and make the enemy panic all day long. When the ground troops arrive, they are basically in a state of surrender.
Therefore, when the battle outside Witholans started, the space began to fragment, the drones suffered serious losses, and most of them lost control, the ground forces of the Eilandsil Empire were a little at a loss.
A battalion commander couldn't get the battlefield intelligence fed back by the frontline drone. He grabbed the phone with a confused look on his face and asked his superior whether he wanted to continue the attack.
His superior was also extremely depressed. Because he could not confirm the battlefield environment at all, he did not dare to let his troops make an overreaction. In the end, he could only contact the division headquarters and call for useless fire support.
Countless rockets hit the distorted space wall, and the thick smoke from the explosion made the entire battlefield look like the end of the world, but there was still no useful news returned.
"Hello? Hello! The two A-10 fighter jets of the Air Force have lost contact! I want to know the location of their crash! This is the follow-up to the search work! Yes! Yes! What are you doing? You don't know either?" a liaison officer
In the makeshift tent, I kept yelling at the phone.
On the other side of the phone, the commander of the Air Force was also in a frustrated state: "We sent two helicopters! The weather conditions are too bad! Our search range is limited!"
"Where's the black box? Where's the signal?" In the ground command headquarters, the military liaison officer continued to ask.
"Space magic has cut off the signal source, and we have lost dozens of drones!" When the commander over there mentioned this, he became even more depressed.
"Who has battlefield images from drones?" On the other side, an officer covered the phone receiver and shouted at the top of his lungs to his colleagues in the entire command headquarters.
"The drones of the third battalion are still in contact, but there is no way to observe the battlefield situation! The drone reconnaissance team of the second battalion on the front line cannot be contacted." An officer was anxiously investigating how many unmanned reconnaissance teams they had left.
The drone gave a less optimistic answer: "We lost half of the drones! Now the entire battlefield intelligence network has collapsed!"
"Recover quickly! Take off the backup drone! General Heidicanon is waiting to collect intelligence!" The mournful voice of the officer covering the phone receiver made the atmosphere in the entire tent even more anxious.
An officer with the rank of colonel on his shoulder walked over, grabbed the phone receiver from the other party's hand, and replied in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, the reconnaissance battalion has no extra drones... Yes! Yes...
…The current battlefield is very chaotic, and we have no way to ensure follow-up reconnaissance operations.”
"The news from the Air Force is that the four fighter jets they took off are overlooking the entire battlefield. It is covered with dark clouds and it is difficult to see anything clearly." Not far away, an officer raised his arm excitedly, indicating that he had some information.
The colonel, who was still holding the phone receiver and had no time to put it down, quickly asked as if he had found a treasure: "Can you let them get closer?"
The officer who raised his arm to report shook his head: "No, the news from the Air Force said that there are still dense clouds at the descending altitude, and they are taking off a plane carrying a professional reconnaissance pod."
"Let the rocket artillery unit fire another reconnaissance rocket! Try to see if there is a chance to restore the image signal over the battlefield!" the colonel ordered nervously.
"The Rocket Force replied that they had just launched a communication reinforcement rocket a minute ago and it crashed on the barrier formed by space magic..." the officer in charge of liaison replied.
"Then let them fire it again!" the colonel shouted desperately.
