At the headquarters of the Elanthir Expeditionary Force in distant Angershal, General Medias looked at the large map in front of him with his hands behind his back, staring at the area lit up in red.
Those red areas are constantly expanding, as if they are infected with a virus. The red marks are flashing uneasily, indicating that there is still a war there.
"The enemy's counterattack range is very wide. This is the latest news sent by the expeditionary force headquarters. The 2nd Armored Corps and the 1st Infantry Corps were also attacked." A new message was sent by a combat staff officer.
"Damn it, what about those air forces who usually use their nostrils to see people? Why didn't they discover these damn demons in advance? Our surface-to-surface missiles can't be put to use, and the artillery has no chance to fire at all..." Shou said.
Another staff officer at the table covered with maps and documents complained irritably.
"No need to complain, how could the Air Force observe such a small-scale raid?" Beside him, another staff officer was looking at the blurry photos coming back from the front line.
Some of these shaking camera equipment come from the cameras on the powered exoskeleton armor, while others come from the recording equipment on the tank.
"Yes, in areas occupied by demons, their refugees are crowded everywhere, and the roads are full of people. It is simply impossible to find these demons in white robes." The third staff officer looked at it.
He glanced at the commander-in-chief who stood there without saying a word, and then carefully explained.
The air force had already taken off a few minutes ago, and the ground attack aircraft units were trying their best to attack these tiny targets.
It's a pity that these demons are not the traditional enemy troops that form a phalanx and attack forward. In the face of this small-scale assault force consisting of dozens or hundreds of people, air strikes are not a good solution.
However, the Air Force is still ready to give it a try. They plan to attack all targets they can find to reduce the pressure on the ground forces as much as possible.
Finally, Medias spoke: "Okay, gentlemen. The good news is that we have encountered the enemy's main counterattack. As long as we push them back, the enemy may not have any better means of counterattack."
He looked at his combat staff and continued: "Although the opponent is very powerful, their troops are insufficient. What we have discovered now is that the enemy's troops only have about a thousand people."
Medias keenly discovered the opponent's problem. These troops seemed to be difficult to deal with, but their strength could not create too many surprises.
As time goes by, the disadvantage of these demons without follow-up troops to help expand the results will become apparent.
There are only two consequences waiting for them. One is that they have to stop and regroup. At that time, they will be greeted by ruthless long-range artillery fire, missiles, and air force bombing.
Another thing is that they will continue to fight with the retreating Airan Hill troops, going deeper and deeper into the hinterland of the Airan Hill occupied area. At that time, they will find that they are completely surrounded, and there will be no way in.
There is no way out, and the only outcome waiting for them is destruction.
In short, if there is no follow-up attack like this, no matter whether it is advancing or retreating, there will be no good ending.
But Medias still said immediately: "The bad news is that now our troops are being beaten passively. Let's see if there is any way to prevent those damn demons from continuing to infiltrate."
After all, a loss is a loss. No matter how strong the one being beaten is, it will still hurt! Medias felt the pain, so he had no intention of continuing to be beaten passively.
"There is no general reserve behind the frontline troops. The troops closest to these enemy troops may still be in Stoffel..." a staff officer said helplessly.
The sequelae of advancing too fast finally broke out. The occupied area was empty and the troops were insufficient. At this time, it almost cost the expeditionary force its life.
"Where are the troops from other races?" Medias asked.
"There are about 2,000 Elf troops stationed near City 31. They have to cover 4,000 city construction workers to transform the sewer system there, and they can only mobilize about 500 people at most." An Elf officer immediately reported.
"If you can, just draw them out! At least they are magicians and are better at this kind of hand-to-hand combat! Let them select more powerful people to form a unit and rush along the highway to ensure the safety of our artillery unit!" McGrady!
Yas said politely.
"I'll contact you right away!" The Elf officer stood at attention, saluted, and hurried to the communications room.
"What else?" Obviously, this amount of troops was obviously not enough, so Medias continued to ask.
"The dragon troops led by General Brooke are nearby...most of them are orcs, numbering 2,000." A liaison officer of the dragon troops thought for a while and said.
"Send a signal to your people and ask them to support you as soon as possible!" At this time, Medias was no longer polite: "Tell Brooke and General Farley the situation, and tell them the combat effectiveness of the white-robed men! The rest
Let them make their own judgment."
"Damn, if our T800 troops were here, how could these damn white-robed men be so arrogant!" Speaking of the magician troops, a staff officer complained again.
In his opinion, if those puppet soldiers with incredible individual combat effectiveness were there, it would be easy to solve such a problem.
"Stop talking, the technical department is worried that the incomplete soul of the magician will be disturbed by the origin of magic, so it is impossible to prohibit large-scale puppet troops from entering the demon world." Another staff officer shook his head and explained.
"But, don't we have magicians who enter the demon world? They also use powered exoskeletons... isn't that thing similar to the principle of a puppet?" the staff officer retorted depressingly.
"The problem is, those bastards in the technical department insist on their opinion that the number should not be too large..." Another staff officer shrugged. Sometimes things are so unsolvable. No matter what the people sitting in the office say, they are all
Makes sense...
"Greken's magician troops are calling! They are rushing to the fighting area for reinforcements." A communications officer came in and handed a message to Medias.
"The Dragon Clan called back... Our troops have begun to counterattack!" The Dragon Clan's liaison officer walked back to the headquarters with his chin held high and reported loudly and confidently.
"General Falai called, the Unicorn Cavalry is rushing to the battlefield!" The Elf officer pressed his sword and shouted in a loud voice. He had the same confident expression on his face.
