His fingers finally stopped at the Cambridge of the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect: "In this way, we can intercept most of the people from the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect before they retreat to the bridge! According to our guess, there are about 110 to 130 people.
Tens of thousands of enemy troops will be surrounded by us."
At this point, it was the tactical level that he was familiar with. So he spoke more fluently and confidently: "Not to mention that winter on this planet is coming soon, purely from the consumption of supplies and the state of the 'army' itself.
See, at that point, they have no choice but to surrender."
Burleson, who was affirmed, continued: "If you plan to do something more extreme, then just let the airborne troops capture Cambridge! In front of our special forces, even if the enemy counterattacks, it will not be effective."
"It's a bit risky." Modell nodded noncommittally, but he was more interested in the second option.
He originally believed that soldiers are valuable and quick, and he preferred to use his own mobility advantages to engage in large-scale mobile warfare and encirclement and annihilation warfare.
"But compared with the risks, the benefits are greater... About 1.5 million troops of the Sky Sword Divine Sect and at least 800,000 wounded will be left on this planet. These are prisoners and a population that can be dispersed and absorbed." Burlison said.
He defended his plan, then felt a little rude and changed the topic: "The people of Jiuyou Sect will be busy by then... They only have more than 3,000 people, and now they have to accept more than 1 million prisoners..."
"Ignore them for now, our combat plan must be finalized as soon as possible! My opinion is that the two plans should be implemented together! You will personally command the ground troops, and leave the airborne troops to Harold..." Modell acted vigorously and resolutely
, said.
"You need to advance to the Holy City as quickly as possible, and then go south to meet the Imperial paratroopers who are advancing alone." He pointed at Burleson and issued a combat order: "This is safer. Your troops will fight to Cambridge.
That's when the enemy is completely desperate!"
"The paratroopers need to block the enemy's retreat road, build a defense line near Cambridge, and strive to keep all enemies on this planet." Then, he made another gesture and pressed near Cambridge.
"What if the paratroopers are attacked from behind? On the other side of Cambridge, reinforcements from the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect come out, and things will be in trouble." Burrison suddenly thought of a question and asked nervously.
"So we have to use the most elite special forces to cooperate with the interstellar paratroopers! Call Harold here, and I will personally deploy the mission for him." Modell smiled and said: "You can think of this problem,
very good!"
Then he patted Burlison on the shoulder: "The key to this plan lies in your troops! You have to break through the Holy Church's defense line as quickly as possible and rush to the vicinity of Cambridge! That way the paratroopers will be out of danger!"
"General! I will definitely arrive on time and meet Harold!" Burlison promised very solemnly.
"Go!" Burrison was originally asked to call Harold, but in the end he said a few more words, and Mordeler motioned to him again.
Burlison stood at attention, saluted, and said goodbye loudly: "Yes! General! Long live the Empire of Eilandhill!"
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Execute the order!" Modral returned a military salute and then turned back to look at the map.
Of course, their conversation was not known to Old Lady Han, the second elder of the Jiuyou Sect's liaison officer, who was sitting in a daze in the corridor.
She was still watching at a loss as several engineers were connecting optical network cables. She felt that this kind of work was boring, and she didn't know what the meaning of such work was.
However, she didn't have anything to do anyway, so she just watched the two engineers in front of her doing boring things. She watched them pull the wires over, plug them together, and then put them into the ground.
within the angle with the wall.
Then, a person used a foam agent similar to quick-drying cement to create a slope in the corner of the wall to protect these later-installed circuits.
The substance seemed to dry very quickly. The areas where the two people first sprayed the protective foam were now very hard.
Old Lady Han saw Burlison walking out of the conference room and walking towards the end of the corridor. Under the soft light, that burly body looked very majestic.
In an open space not far from the command headquarters, the four engines of a Z-30 transport aircraft have been adjusted to a vertical angle. The tail flame of the jet blew up the dust on the ground, and some surrounding communication antennas also moved back and forth in the wind.
Shake.
Burlison squinted his eyes and waited for the plane to get closer to the ground, and then he saw Harold rushing back before he even had time to take off his powered exoskeleton.
"Sir!" As soon as Harold stepped out of the cabin of the plane, he saw Burlison. He walked over and saluted, his voice seemed a little small amid the roar of the jet engine: "Nice to see you!"
"The General is waiting for you!" Burrison said nothing and grabbed Harold's wrist, pulling him towards the headquarters.
Harold walked forward and asked as he walked: "What's the matter? Is there a mission?"
"Yes! You and your people, prepare everything... In a few hours, the Air Force will cover you to Cambridge of the Heavenly Sword Sect!" Burlison replied without looking back.
"...Ha!" After Harold heard this mission order, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly shouted: "It's really an exciting mission."
At the same time, a female officer invited the second elder, Mrs. Han, into the conference room. She looked at the huge map in front of her with some anxiety, and curiously waited for Modell to speak.
Modell did not let her wait too long. He turned around and saw her walking into the room and said, "Introduce yourself. I am Modell, the frontline commander-in-chief of the empire! Nice to meet you, madam."
He pointed at the map with a faint smile on his face. However, his words made Mrs. Han almost sit on the ground in shock.
Just listen to Modler say: "I hope that in the next month, your Jiuyou Sect will be ready to accept more than one million... prisoners of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect. Can you do it?"
"I, I didn't hear clearly... what did you say?" The second elder, who seriously suspected that he was hallucinating, asked tentatively.
"I said, in the next month, can you be prepared to accept 1 million prisoners? Prisoners from the Heavenly Sword Sect!" Modlair raised his voice and repeated it, leaving Old Lady Han not knowing how to answer.