"Find a way to invest more reserves to turn the tide of the war..." Medias put his hands behind his back, looked at the expanding red battle area on the map, and said to the generals behind him.
He turned around, looked at the bitter commanders, and ordered: "No matter what you think, I have to tell you, this is war!"
"In the past, we were using tactics we were familiar with to attack the enemy. We were strong and invincible." Medias said while looking at the generals who were cowering because of the heavy losses: "I have seen the empire's
The war history is not long, but it is very exciting."
"We once swept across Arant and defeated enemies dozens of times our own, just like a myth and legend!" He said while walking back and forth in front of two rows of commanders: "From the founding of our country to the present, we have
Never failed!"
"Now, as the commander of the empire, I have to regretfully bear the responsibility for the failure, but you... must remember today's lesson! Our victory is not inevitable, and failure is also a part of war!"
"Now, I order you! For the sake of the empire! Order all troops to fight back!" Medias spoke and gave a difficult order.
His order is almost equivalent to ordering the remaining strength of the current front-line combat troops to die.
However, such sacrifices can buy time for follow-up troops to be reinforced, and can also reduce the losses of the second-line logistics troops as much as possible.
After all, he could not let the men in white robes continue to expand the fighting area. Once these areas covered some "safe cities" where construction troops were stationed, the losses would be further expanded.
Because of the previous victory, the counterattack capabilities of the demon army were underestimated, so a large amount of the portal's transport capacity was diverted to civilian use.
The attraction of expanding territory is huge, and the rapid realization of economic benefits is also what the businessmen of Ireland are pursuing. Everyone is competing for the not-so-plentiful portal transportation capacity, and in the end they can only let the military compromise.
, the enemy is vulnerable, isn’t it?
"All troops within this range will stay on the spot! Don't take a step back! Try to stabilize the battle zone and wait for reinforcements to arrive." Medias circled a range with his hands and emphasized his order.
"Commander! I just want to know, will there really be reinforcements?" a general asked with his chin raised.
"Stop your dangerous thoughts! General!" Medias looked at the general who asked the question, and scolded: "Alan Hill has never given up on any unit. You are not cannon fodder. Follow-up reinforcements are already on the way.
!”
His reinforcements are indeed on the way. After all, Elanthir is not just the hundreds of thousands of regular troops in the demon world.
On the contrary, there are millions of regular troops in Ellandhill! Countless troops are being urgently mobilized to the front line.
For the entire Elanshir war machine, this local failure is like a person's finger being burned by a match. The pain is real pain, but in terms of threat, it is not much of a threat.
When this person reacts and is ready to extinguish the flame that causes him pain, when this person becomes serious, his power will be fully demonstrated.
…
"Didi!" A car on the road was honking its horn constantly. Blocking in front of it was a transport convoy parked on the road, as well as a group of infantry who had just retreated from the front line.
These infantry are just ordinary light infantry. They do not have powered exoskeleton armor on their bodies, and they do not have large-caliber heavy weapons in their hands.
There was a laptop placed on the engine hood of an off-road vehicle parked on the roadside. The commander of the light infantry company was looking at the lines of orders issued by his superiors on the screen.
The company commander held a cigarette in his mouth and frowned after seeing the new order above. Then he closed the computer screen and looked at the only remaining platoon leader and five squad leaders behind him: "New
The order is coming, we must defend here."
"Are you kidding? We are no match for those white demons." The remaining platoon leader questioned, holding his M4 assault rifle.
"What about you? You also think we should leave the wounded and our comrades from other units behind and leave this damn place?" The company commander asked, looking at the squad leaders in front of him through the smoke from the burning cigarette.
Seeing that no one was speaking, the company commander raised the assault rifle behind him and gave a loud order: "First Platoon Commander, I order you to continue retreating westward with the wounded and the troops covering the wounded!"
"Remaining Airan Hill Grenadier, follow me!" He passed by the platoon leader and stood in front of the defeated general who was in despair: "Collect ammunition and count the number of people! We will fight to the end! For His Majesty the Emperor
!For Ilan Hill!”
He said the word "Iranhill Grenadier" very hard, and the soldiers scattered on both sides of the road stood up when they heard his shout.
Yes, they are the Elanthir Grenadiers, His Majesty the Emperor's army. They swore an oath on their bayonets, and they swore to use their lives to build the Great Wall of flesh and blood of Elanthir.
Now, it's time for them to fulfill their oath.
"Do you have extra bullets?" A thin soldier stretched out his bandaged hand and asked for ammunition from a strong soldier beside him.
The strong soldier was stunned for a moment and wanted to reach out to hit the thin soldier on the head, but his hand stopped in mid-air. He scratched his head in embarrassment and grinned stupidly: "I thought you were going to
Go carry the stretcher."
Then the strong man stood up and shouted to several soldiers who were walking towards the stretcher: "Keep your ammunition, Skinny Monkey and I need to use it!"
When he returned to the thin soldier nicknamed Slim Monkey with bullets wrapped around his body, his tone had never been so gentle: "I'm sorry, I just know now that you are a warrior and a man like me."
"I just think that besides filling the urinal for you, I can do something else." The thin monkey took some bullets from the strong man's hand and checked the magazine on his chest.
"That guy, platoon leader 1, should be the one filling the urinals for us. Compared with you, he is just a bitch." The strong man stretched out his hand: "Whoever bullies you in the future, I will be the first to refuse. Today you and
We have shed blood together, and you are my brother."
The thin monkey looked at the strong man with contempt: "It's just a brother... It seems that you are the only one in the whole platoon who bullies me..."
"Don't worry about those details..." The strong man grinned, revealing his yellow teeth: "From today on, we will live and die together!"——
There will be another update later, you can watch it tomorrow morning.
