The door of a large armored command vehicle parked on the roadside was opened from the outside. As soon as a man wearing a bulletproof vest and camouflage military uniform entered the door, he dropped his helmet on the map-covered map with a "bang" sound.
on the table.
He sat down opposite Burlison and complained: "Damn it, Burlison, you don't know that the wounded members of the Heavenly Sword Sect who have surrendered now are our biggest enemies."
"The road is blocked again?" Burrison was looking at the dynamic display map of the battlefield on the display. On the map there, a section of the road has been shown in red. This means that that section of the road has been completely blocked, and heavy vehicles have completely blocked the road.
Can't pass.
"Yeah, it's blocked again! The tanks of the 3rd Division are jammed on the road, and their 2nd Regiment has already started to take a detour." The commander of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Division grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the side of the helmet and unscrewed it.
He drained the bottle with a clatter of the cap, and then threw the empty bottle into a trash can at his feet.
It's like a small room here, comfortable and warm. Although winter is approaching, the temperature in the car is still very pleasant because of the warm air.
"The people of the Nine Nether Sect do not recommend bombing the Holy City. When they learned that there were hundreds of thousands of wounded people there, they felt that these wounded people could be absorbed into the city and become prisoners." The leader saw the bottle falling into the trash can.
, continued: "Those wounded are indeed surrendering in large numbers... but because of these prisoners, we have to slow down the advance."
"The battle has only started for four hours...and the speed has slowed down?" Burrison asked with a smile.
"Yes, we have completed 40% of the planned plan. Logically speaking, we are actually ahead of the schedule, but we have not completed the task, which makes people a little worried." The leader of the 1st regiment stroked the forehead.
Short-haired said.
After stroking his hair, the leader of the 1st regiment asked again: "How is the situation in Cambridge?"
"The fighting over there is very fierce, and because of the huge consumption, the supplies can't keep up." Burlison replied, "So we have to be tighter here."
"I'm going back to the front line right now. I don't want to take any prisoners. Give me an hour and I'll push into the city!" The leader of the 1st Regiment said and stood up, wanting to go to the front line in person to supervise the battle.
"You can come over for a while." Burlison nodded and said, "But don't be too anxious, because we still have time!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the corner of the map: "Before, we were afraid that the other party would strengthen the defense of the Holy City, and the troops on both wings remained stationary. In this way, we would have to capture the Holy City before we could go south.
Pushing towards Cambridge.”
"Otherwise, the enemy forces on both flanks will threaten our transportation and supply lines." He gestured on the left and right sides: "But the enemy shrinks their forces from both flanks before our pincer offensive is launched."
Having said this, Burlison moved the markings on both sides of the map to the Holy City in the middle: "The threat on both wings no longer exists, so although the Holy City has become more difficult to chew, after we go around, there is no
Enemy forces on both flanks threaten our supply lines."
"You mean..." The leader of the 1st regiment looked at the map and squinted his eyes as if he realized something: "The threat from the peripheral enemy forces has been reduced?"
"That's right! We can now bypass the Holy City, establish a temporary supply line, and push directly south!" Burrison confirmed the guess of the commander of the 1st Regiment.
Although the threat still exists, it has indeed been reduced infinitely - under such circumstances, it is indeed more time-saving to divide a force and go south directly than to storm the Holy City.
"However, what will happen if the enemies in the Holy City attack?" the leader of the 1st Regiment suddenly asked.
"Pounce out?" Burlison had a smirk on his face, and then didn't say anything, just looking at the leader of the 1st regiment.
The leader of the first group suddenly came to his senses, slapped his thigh and said with a smile: "Ha! I'm still waiting for him to come out to find us! We can keep them fighting for a while in the city, but I can end the battle in an hour if I get out!"
"
"You're right! If they pounce, they will play into our hands!" Burlison took out another bottle of mineral water from the plastic packaging box in the corner, handed it to the leader of the 1st regiment, and opened a bottle himself to drink.
He took a sip and said: "Go! Hand over the situation with the 2nd Regiment and let them go south!"
"I will arrange the supply transportation and distribution here first. If possible, I will find two helicopters for them to strengthen the transportation of supplies." Burrison tightened the bottle cap and was about to see off the guests.
"Okay!" The leader of the 1st regiment, who had had enough rest and had discussed new tactics, stood up, picked up his helmet from the table, put it on his head, and shook the mineral water in his hand: "Let's go
Got it!"
He and Burleson only have a temporary subordinate relationship. In theory, he is the commander of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Armored Division of the Expeditionary Force and is directly under the command of the 1st Armored Division Headquarters. However, now his regiment is also fighting with Burleson.
He was one of the troops in the group, so he gave priority to obeying Burlison's orders.
It's just that because both of them have the same military rank as school officers, there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates, so the meeting is more casual.
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On the other side, on the battlefield, hundreds of wounded members of the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect who had just been sent to the battlefield and were still wrapped in gauze bandages raised their hands towards the soldiers of the Airanhill Empire.
"We surrender!" "Don't kill me! We surrender!" Voices sounded on the battlefield one after another, and then began to spread and expand.
Immediately afterwards, thousands of swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect outside the city raised their hands and surrendered, making the choice to save their lives.
Along with such surrenders one after another, the originally fierce fighting outside the Holy Church City, including from the direction of Hammerfell Mountain to the flanks of the Holy Church City, the sound of gunfire became sparse in the entire battlefield.
The swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect were overwhelmed and finally began to surrender on a large scale. The main reason for their decisive surrender was because they saw the wounded being sent back to the battlefield.
For them, this was a kind of despair. A kind of despair in which they could not escape and were certain to die. Under this huge pressure, these disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, who were already exhausted, finally began to collapse.
As if it was contagious, the people who surrendered were standing next to each other, one group after another. People who gave up the fight with their hands raised were in groups. The fierce battle outside the Holy City was happening at an exaggerated and unimaginable speed.