Oasis No. 3.
The atmosphere in the front-line command post was solemn.
A group of officers gathered around a strategic map with markings, silent, and their faces were filled with solemnity.
A week ago, under the command of General Griffin and the desperate cover of the first and second 10,000-man teams of the Falcon Kingdom, they successfully retreated to Oasis No. 3 before the armored forces of the Alliance cut off their retreat.
Although they had an absolute numerical advantage after regrouping, the situation before them was still not optimistic.
General Griffin looked solemn, stared at the map for a long time, and suddenly spoke.
"How long will it take for reinforcements from the west of the Great Desert to arrive?"
Hearing General Griffin's voice, the adjutant standing next to him hurriedly spoke.
"At least forty-five days!"
Forty-five days...
Griffin frowned, and the officers standing next to him looked at each other, exchanging the solemnity in each other's expressions, but no one spoke.
Because they couldn't think of any good solution.
The more than 100,000 clone troops currently deployed on the front line were reinforcements that set out from the west of the Great Desert two months ago. As soon as they arrived at the Falcon Kingdom, they were pulled to the front line before they were reorganized.
In fact, this was not Griffin's original plan, but a strategy that he had to use to deter the Alliance and prevent the coalition forces from continuing to attack.
Originally, according to his plan, these ten 10,000-man teams were prepared to rotate the Falcon Kingdom's escort troops.
After conquering the Lion Kingdom, the Falcon Kingdom's escort troops will quickly switch from an offensive posture to a defensive posture, resting on the spot while maintaining order in the occupied areas, and the offensive task will be carried out by the clone regiment.
In this way, not only can the Legion consolidate the war results in Luoxia Province, but it can also ensure the continuous power of the war machine, not giving the residents of the desert any breathing space, and sweeping across the entire Luoxia Province at the fastest speed before they complete the mobilization.
At that time, even if the Enterprise and the Great Rift Valley wanted to stop it, they would not be able to change the fact that Luoxia Province had been controlled by the Legion.
Seeing the results of the war, the commander of the Eastern Legion would give them more military and political support.
Griffin's series of military deployments in Luoxia Province were all carried out around this "blitzkrieg" strategic policy.
As long as the opponent is defeated before the opponent reacts, there will not be too much resistance.
Therefore, in order to ensure that the rotating reinforcements can arrive in time, he adopted a very radical reinforcement strategy, allowing 100,000 people to march lightly, set off before the supplies, and directly supply on the spot after arriving at the Falcon Kingdom.
Therefore, these ten teams of 10,000 people only carried one base unit of ammunition.
In fact, if the "Thunder Operation" goes smoothly, this base unit of ammunition is absolutely sufficient.
However, the problem is that the plan not only did not go as smoothly as expected, but even far exceeded everyone's expectations.
Not only did they fail to capture the City of Plenty within the expected time, they even lost half of the territory that had been occupied by Oasis No. 9, as well as almost all the ammunition depots transferred to the occupied area.
In addition, the supply line in the north was cut off, which made their supply situation even worse. 100,000 people carried rifles to the front line, but they didn't see a single bullet except for the magazines in their backpacks.
After all, their vassal was just an agricultural country. Even if they carried out military reforms, it would not change the fact that the pillar industry was agriculture.
Even if the skilled craftsmen there punched the punch press until it smoked, it would not be possible to solve the ammunition gap of these ten thousand-man teams in a short time.
Relying on only one base unit of ammunition, no matter how much they saved, it would only be enough to sustain the consumption of two battles at most.
In the third battle, two or even three people might have to share a rifle.
The clones were not afraid of death, but they were not invincible. We couldn't let them really rush the machine gun positions of the Alliance with bayonets.
Let alone 100,000 people.
As long as the alliance's logistics are continuous, even if another million comes, it will not be enough!
At this moment, the most realistic method is only one, that is to wait for the ammunition to be delivered from the rear.
After staring at the map and thinking for a long time, Griffin slowly spoke.
"... The commander on the other side is not a fool, and it is difficult for us to deceive them for too long. The ultimatum can buy us at most 30 days, and this is the most optimistic situation. If the situation is not optimistic, I am afraid that three weeks will be enough."
The officers whispered.
Three weeks!
Even if the supplies can be delivered immediately to the hands of the frontline soldiers, it will take 45 days!
This little time is not enough!
"If they find that we are bluffing, they will definitely test our defense line, and once they find that there is indeed a problem with our supply, our situation will probably be worse than a week ago."
Once Oasis No. 3 is lost.
Their only base in Luoxia Province is the Falcon Kingdom.
What's worse is that once the survivors have confidence and the Golden Lizards and Camelbacks realize that they are only strong on the outside but weak on the inside, their armies will definitely not stay at the border and continue to sit quietly, but come up to take advantage of the situation and share a bite of soup.
Griffin paused for a moment and continued in an emphasizing tone.
"Thirty days! After thirty days, our first line of defense needs to be delayed for at least fifteen more days, and then gradually retreat to the middle of Oasis No. 3..."
"The most conservative estimate is that by then we should have more than 70,000 troops left. But as long as we can hold on until then, when our main force is supplied, their spearheads deep into our hinterland will immediately become minced meat in the pie!"
At this point, General Griffin's face flashed a trace of ruthlessness, and he clenched his fists on the command table.
"I will make him spit out everything he ate!"
As for the Heart of Steel, he did not mention it specifically.
That was not something that conventional weapons could deal with. No matter how much they planned, it would be useless. Anyway, the airship could not land and occupy the ground facilities. They could just dig trenches and let them blow them up. The biggest advantage of the clone group was that they were worthless.
McLen knew how to deal with that thing, but unfortunately that guy had died in the nuclear explosion.
But it didn't matter.
He had already reported the loss of the airship, and the weapons to deal with that guy would be sent from the rear together with the ammunition required by the clone group.
One airship could not change the entire battle situation. As long as his clone army was resupplied, everything would be fine!
After listening to General Griffin's plan, the officers exchanged glances and whispered to each other.
At this moment, an officer suddenly spoke.
"General, what if the ultimatum did not win us thirty days... or even three weeks?"
The tent was quiet.
The silence lasted for five minutes.
It was not until General Griffin spoke again that the silence was broken.
"This is the worst case scenario."
"If we can't even get three weeks, we can only give up Oasis No. 3 and shrink the battle line to Oasis No. 2."
But if it really comes to that, he will destroy everything that can be destroyed in Oasis No. 3 before evacuating, leaving a mess for those people to worry about.
Hundreds of thousands of hungry people should be enough to delay the Alliance's pace.
But if this is done, the final spoils will be one less...
...
Griffin's combat meeting ended, followed by meetings of various departments and organizations to convey the strategic deployment of their respective combat units to middle and senior officers.
After the meeting.
Kelway left the meeting room and did not stay outside for too long, but went straight back to his tent.
Originally, he could not attend such a meeting with his rank and level, but a series of recent events changed the situation.
First, General McLennan died. He, who originally belonged to General McLennan's department, was taken into Griffin's camp along with other officers. In addition, there was a shortage of grassroots officers recently, and he was promoted to a special position as he was in charge of training in the rear.
The tent curtain was opened, and Pangolin was seen sitting at the table eating.
The appetite of the awakened is not ordinary, and this guy's appetite is even greater than that of the average awakened. He ate with his stomach open, and he wanted to swallow half a calf in one meal.
Fortunately, the shortage of supplies in the legion was only ammunition, not food, otherwise this guy's appetite alone would be enough to make people hate him.
"I really envy your appetite. I can't eat at all these two days."
Throwing the officer's cap on the hanger, Kolwe walked to the opposite side of the table and sat down. He glanced at the pile of bones on the plate and couldn't help smacking his lips.
Good guy.
At least 20 kilograms of meat.
The old man from the battlefield burped and smiled nonchalantly.
"Problems on the battlefield will eventually be solved on the battlefield. If so, why do you have to be sad outside the battlefield?"
You can't win anyway.
Might as well be happy.
Having learned about the battle plan discussed by Brother Quanshui and Mole, he had no doubt about it.
However, Korwei did not hear the deep meaning of the second half of the sentence. He just looked at him enviously and said with a rather emotional tone.
"I wish I could be half as optimistic as you."
The old man from the battlefield asked casually.
"Have you encountered any troubles?"
Korwei said.
"It's still a supply problem. Now the front line lacks everything except food... I don't think I should say this, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's not a secret."
The old man from the battlefield shrugged.
It's really not a secret.
They had discussed it several times on the forum yesterday. Brother Quanshui and a group of military fans were arguing about how many battles these ten thousand-man teams had enough ammunition to fight.
However, no matter how many, everyone agreed that it would not exceed five battles at most.
The only thing to be wary of is that they may concentrate the ammunition of several thousand-man teams in one team, withdraw the personnel to the rear to wait for supplies, and pretend that the supplies are sufficient.
"Let's talk about something happy. General Griffin promoted me to a one-star centurion."
Zhandi Lao looked at him in surprise, and then said with a smile.
"Congratulations!"
Kerwei smiled.
"Congratulations to you too."
"Me?"
"Yes," Kerwei nodded and continued, "It's not just me who got promoted. From now on, you are a centurion."
Zhandi Lao was stunned.
"Wasn't I a centurion before?"
Why did the rank drop?
As if seeing the confusion on his face, Kolwe explained with a smile.
"The centurion I'm talking about is the centurion of the regular army."
"The thousand-man of the retinue is just a position, not a rank, and its status in the legion is even lower than that of the decurion of the regular army. Generally speaking, only the Weyland people can serve as officers in the regular army, and there has never been a precedent for the transfer of the thousand-man of the retinue to the centurion of the regular army... But now the situation is urgent, and there is no time to worry about these details."
The Clone Corps lacks not only ammunition, but also a large number of grassroots and middle-level officers.
In order to solve this problem, Griffin could only draw a group of young officers trained by the legion from the officer reserve of the Falcon Kingdom and recruit them into the regular army to fill this vacancy.
Kolwe did not tell Pangolin that he was originally assigned the position of decurion, but he used his own honor to guarantee him and promoted him to the position of centurion.
There are not many opportunities for such exceptional promotion.
There may be only one or two times in a lifetime.
His loyalty and bravery are worthy of this position. Such a person should not spend his whole life as a squire. Korwe believed that he would not make a mistake.
A moment of confusion appeared on Zhan Di Lao's face, and then he opened his mouth involuntarily, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
Damn!
This is the establishment? !
Becoming a centurion means entering the middle level of the legion!
Looking at Korwe who was looking at him with a smile, Zhan Di Lao's face was full of surprise and excitement. He pushed the chair away, stood up, saluted, and swore an oath in a stuttering but solemn voice.
"I, Pangolin, will not let you down!"
"I believe you will not let me down."
Looking at Pangolin who couldn't help but be happy, Korwe smiled and nodded, and was sincerely happy for him, but soon restrained his smile.
"But our good days are almost over. We have to go to the front line to take up our posts tomorrow morning."
Revenge for General McLennan!
And at the same time, avenge the previous shame!
Kolwe had a strong desire to fight in his heart, but he did not lose his mind.
He had already suffered a loss due to carelessness once.
The group of survivors in the southern part of the Valley Province was not easy to deal with. Those people were not the natives who fought with spears and iron rifles as he imagined. He had to be 120% cautious.
However, unlike Kolwe's caution, Zhan Di Lao laughed out loud after hearing the news.
Is the opportunity to make merit finally coming!
For that power armor, he has been an undercover agent for a long time!
If he continues to wait, he will probably become a centurion.
"How could it end here?"
"Good brother, our good days have just begun!"
...
Dawn City.
Highway Town Hotel.
Lisa, holding a basket of clothes, stopped in front of the window in the corridor, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, and suddenly sighed softly.
Although those people did not tell her what pangolins do, she could vaguely guess a little from their performance.
He is a member of the alliance.
And he is carrying out a very dangerous mission.
I hope he can come back safely...
Just coming up the stairs, Li Shuyue happened to see the little girl standing by the window.
"Lisa? What's the matter?"
Hearing Li Shuyue's voice, Lisa, holding the wooden basket, turned around quickly and put on a shy smile on her face.
"Ah, you're back... Your clothes have been dried. I've folded them for you and am sending them to you."
Dryers are not popular in the Alliance. Most clothes and bedding are dried in natural light. At first, Li Shuyue was not used to it, but later she gradually adapted to it and even gradually liked this "energy-saving and environmentally friendly" lifestyle.
Clothes that have been dried in the sun will have a pleasant smell. After wearing them, you will feel like you are surrounded by warm sunshine, and your mood will also improve.
"Thank you."
Li Shuyue took the wooden basket with clothes in Lisa's hand, and saw the sadness hidden in her eyes, and couldn't help but care about it.
"Did you encounter any trouble?"
Li Shuyue still had a good impression of this well-behaved, sensible and capable little girl, especially after hearing about her past as a slave of the Legion, she was even more distressed and moved with sympathy.
Those beasts are simply not worthy of being human!
If they can be wiped out from this planet, she is even willing to donate a nuclear bomb out of her own pocket!
If she couldn't, at least she wanted to help those who could see.
Looking at Miss Li Shuyue who was looking at her with concern, Lisa shook her head gently and said softly.
"Nothing, Miss, I'm not in trouble, I'm just... a little worried about him."
Li Shuyue: "That pangolin?"
Two blushes flew up on her cheeks, and Lisa nodded gently.
Looking at the rosy face, Li Shuyue didn't know how to comfort the little girl in front of her.
Gently touching the fluffy and soft hair, she was silent for a while, and suddenly spoke.
"I've finished what I came here to do."
Lisa opened her eyes wide in surprise.
"Are you going back to Ideal City?"
Li Shuyue nodded.
"Yeah."
The research report has been completed, and the cooperation plan with several alliance companies has been finalized. She needs to go back as soon as possible to implement the plan.
Including the recruitment of personnel for the joint venture, personnel arrangements, determining the source of goods and sales strategies, etc., there are still a lot of things waiting for her to deal with.
Lisa showed a lonely expression, but still smiled.
"I hope to see you again in the future, welcome to come again."
Li Shuyue was silent for a moment, and finally made up her mind and spoke.
"Have you considered living in a different place?"
Lisa was slightly stunned when she didn't expect her to ask this.
"Change place?"
Li Shuyue nodded.
"Well, it may be a bit abrupt to say this. I just need a life assistant here, and I am quite satisfied with your work attitude and ability... If you are interested, I can help you apply for a work visa. You can go back to Ideal City with me. I can give you a salary of 5000Cr a month, excluding bonuses and vacation allowances. Of course, it will increase in the future."
Lisa looked at her in surprise.
Although she has never been to Ideal City, she has heard from tourists that 1Cr can be exchanged for 3 silver coins.
Fifteen thousand silver coins...
This is almost forty times, or even fifty times the monthly salary of an ordinary position!
She didn't know why Miss Li Shuyue offered her such a high salary, but after hesitating for a moment, she finally shook her head gently.
"Thank you for your kindness, but... I don't want to leave here."
Hearing this unexpected answer, Li Shuyue was stunned and looked at the little girl in front of her in surprise.
"Don't want to... Are you sure? Wait, do you know where Ideal City is?"
Lisa nodded gently and said with a smile.
"I've heard of it, it's a very beautiful place. I always hear the guests drinking downstairs say that it would be great if they could go there in their lifetime."
Li Shuyue looked at her in a daze.
"Then... don't you want to go?"
Lisa shook her head.
"I'm going to wait for him to come back here... There are some things I want to tell him in person."
Li Shuyue looked at her with a smile.
"If he knew you rejected such a good opportunity, he might not be happy... And once you get a work visa and meet the working hours, you can get resident status. Then you can take him with you--"
Lisa suddenly interrupted her monologue.
"Miss, have you met him?"
Li Shuyue was stunned and shook her head.
"No...what's wrong?"
"Then why do you think he will definitely want to live in your hometown?" Lisa looked at her and blinked.
Li Shuyue was silent for a while.
"Well, I'm not sure...but from the general situation, no one doesn't want to go there."
"Really? You are just speculating, but maybe not everyone thinks the same as you do," Lisa smiled softly on her face and looked at the moonlight outside the window, "In fact, it's not just to wait for him...I'm already very happy to be here."
Li Shuyue looked at her seriously and said.
"Think it through, it's the only pure land on this planet."
Lisa shook her head gently.
"This is it for me."
It was the people here who saved her from hell and told her that there was another kind of life in this world.
As for the Utopia.
Maybe it is really beautiful there.
But what does it have to do with her?
Li Shuyue did not persuade her again, but she felt mixed emotions in her heart, and she couldn't tell what it felt like.
She didn't understand, and couldn't imagine, why someone would refuse such generous conditions, and she was rejected twice in a row.
If the guy named Fang Chang refused because of his identity as a resident of the shelter, she could understand it.
After all, each shelter has its own plan, and maybe in his opinion there are more important things than a comfortable life.
But Lisa...
Is she just an ordinary wastelander?
Back to the room.
She was about to put her clothes into the suitcase, and suddenly saw the notes spread out on the table, walked up and turned on the desk lamp.
That was an essay she wrote a few days ago. It had nothing to do with business. It was just out of curiosity about the cultural landscape here that was very different from other survivor settlements.
Just like what every Utopia resident who had been here described, the situation here was indeed unusual.
The locals were confident about the future prospects of Dawn City, and even believed that it would become a more prosperous world than Utopia.
Because the manager had promised.
Li Shuyue sneered at this point. After all, it was physically unlikely. The birth of Utopia itself was full of accidental factors. The miracle born from the choices of countless people was not replicable.
It was a pity that I didn't meet the manager during this trip to the alliance.
I hope I have a chance to meet him next time I come...
...
Official website forum.
Just after the peak period of offline, the old man of the battlefield appeared on the forum.
"Hahaha! Brothers are cute! I got promoted!"
As soon as the post was sent out, it exploded instantly.
Tail: "Oh oh oh! So awesome! (???)"
Night Ten: "How did you get promoted again?!"
Edge Pad: "Awesome! Now you're a captain of ten thousand? (Surprised)"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Ahem, that's not... it's a centurion!"
Quit Smoking: "Fuck, why did you get demoted?"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "What do you mean demoted! I was a temporary worker before, and now I'm a formal civil servant. Can they be the same?"
Night Ten: "Awesome!"
Edge Pad: "666!"
I'm the Blackest: "Brother, which defense zone are you in charge of? Do you want me to send you a head in two days? (Funny)"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "That's great! I'll send you the coordinates later! (Grinning)"
Funnel Commander: "Wait, you're on the front line now?! How much ammunition do you have? Do you have an accurate number? : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Earlier today, Quanshui showed him his attack plan. If the Legion got into a logistical dilemma, they could first consume the Legion's ammunition through continuous sheep attacks.
When the Legion showed signs of fatigue, they concentrated all the armored units and firepower, tore a hole in the Legion's defense line, put the motorized infantry in and inserted it to the rear of the Legion, and cooperated with the Kingdom Army's frontal attack, like a pair of pliers to pull out the Legion's positions one by one.
This plan was named Plan No. 3 by Quanshui.
It requires 120 tanks and five "Cloud Dragonfly" flapping wing aircraft.
Although the Alliance does not have time to gather so many tanks, the batch of tanks seized from Camp 530 are still in the hands of the Restoration Army of the Honey Badger Kingdom.
The front armor of the Conqueror No. 10 tank is strong enough, and the Legion's own Iron Fist rocket launcher can hit it like a tickle.
These tanks can be used to lead the charge.
As for the Alliance's Type 2 tank, it can follow behind as a self-propelled artillery, using the exaggerated 155mm artillery for coordinated support.
Preparations for the attack are already underway.
Chu Guang doesn't need to worry too much about micro-management on the battlefield. There are many professionals in this game, and everyone is very active. Everyone is vying to show off in front of everyone.
The only problem now is the company.
Probably from the pilot of the "Orca" transport plane, the company's senior management learned that McLen was captured by the Alliance.
Maybe it's an illusion.
Recently, the rumors released by Yichuan made Chu Guang feel that these friends from the Far East wanted to stop while they were ahead...