The Legion is stationed at the General Headquarters of Luoxia Province.
When Griffin, who was standing in front of the strategic map, learned that the command post of the 40,000th Corps was wiped out by the Alliance airborne troops, he felt his head buzzing and his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.
He imagined that the war would not go smoothly in the case of a shortage of supplies.
He also thought that the Alliance might not pay attention to his delaying tactics from the beginning, and the ultimatum he issued would not be able to buy 30 days.
But he never expected that the front-line troops would collapse so quickly that the preparations for nearly a month now looked like a joke.
After coming to his senses, Griffin looked at the communicator standing at the door and said in a stiff voice.
"The one who occupied the command post of the 40,000th Corps... was the Alliance's airborne troops, the Burning Corps?"
The communicator moved his stiff neck and nodded.
"That's what General Soft said on the phone..."
And according to the report of the First Air Squadron of the Falcon Kingdom, they did see the Alliance's transport plane heading towards the 40,000th Army Command Post.
In order to ensure that the airborne troops could land smoothly, the Alliance even dispatched nearly 80 fighters to escort them.
The Centurion named Akante claimed that he led his men to shoot down more than 70 planes... But it sounded like bragging.
Griffin was silent for a while and continued to ask.
"What else did he say?"
The communicator closed his mouth nervously and did not dare to speak.
Before hanging up the phone, Soft scolded Griffin in the communication channel in an emotional manner, and said "this damn skunk".
These words were obviously not something that could be said in this situation.
Griffin did not continue to ask, but took a deep breath to calm himself down.
This time he really miscalculated.
He didn't expect the alliance to be so radical that they launched a surprise attack on the command post of the 40,000-man brigade before they took over the No. 330 position.
A normal person would think that the command post couldn't have only a few officers giving orders there, and there would be a direct force of a thousand-man brigade to support it.
And if you want to use airborne troops to defeat a well-prepared army thousand-man brigade, you have to prepare at least two thousand-man brigade troops.
However, the alliance didn't play by the rules, and risked giving up the entire thousand-man brigade, and directly threw the airborne troops down.
What made him even more puzzled was that at the same time that the alliance took over the front-line command post, the No. 330 high ground guarded by the direct thousand-man brigade was also taken over by them!
"What's on the No. 330 high ground?" The staff officer standing by frowned and asked Griffin a question that puzzled him.
"I don't know. The frontline communication has not been restored. The last message sent by General Soft indicated that they planned to retreat to the direction of the 50,000th Corps. They hoped that the 50,000th and 30,000th Corps could take over the 40th to 49th defense zones... and then there was no news."
The communicator shook his head and spoke quickly, while carefully looking at General Griffin.
The heavy expression on his face seemed to be brewing a terrible storm, as if it would turn into thunderous anger in the next second.
However, Griffin did not vent his anger on such an insignificant little person as him.
After a long silence, the battle-hardened general slowly spoke.
"What time is it now?"
The officers around looked at each other.
No one dared to answer.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the adjutant was reluctant in his heart, but he could only bite the bullet and say.
"Report! The time is now 10:21."
Griffin's Adam's apple moved.
"Twelve hours..."
He looked at the officers standing next to him.
"Not even that."
No one answered, so he continued.
"Ten thousand people lined up on a twenty-kilometer front. All I asked of them was to hold on for a while. When they retreated, they should not retreat so quickly. They should use the defensive positions along the way to cause some trouble to the Alliance. So I left a depth of 150 kilometers... However, Softt's answer to me was twelve hours. It only took twelve hours to lose a depth of 150 kilometers!"
"Even if it was ten thousand pigs! Thrown into that mountain! Let the Alliance and the Enterprise catch them, they wouldn't last a fucking day! These rubbish! Really rubbish! Pigs who can do nothing but eat and stuff!"
At first, Griffin's tone and volume were restrained, but as his emotions gradually rose, his voice became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more excited.
He slammed his right fist hard on the map, making a dull thud, shaking the cup on the corner of the table to the ground, spilling water all over the floor.
Everyone stood silently beside the table. The staff officer whose shoes were wet dared not say a word and could only stand there speechlessly.
They knew very well why Griffin was so angry.
In this battle, they lost not only the 40,000th Army, but also the nearly 50-kilometer front line from Section 40 to Section 49, and the strategic depth of 150 kilometers extending from this front line!
If that idiot Soft could hold on for even three days - or even two days, they would not be as passive as they are now.
This is good.
A big hole was poked in the defense line.
Now no one should say that they have kept the "thorn in the nail" in their pockets, because they are about to poke this nail in their faces.
"Maybe the clones have never played defense -" Trying to calm General Griffin's anger, the adjutant tried to explain with sweat on his forehead, but was interrupted halfway through.
"Those pigs haven't fought a defensive battle, and neither have you!"
After cursing, Griffin calmed down his breath and calmed himself down.
The frontline command must be primarily responsible for the rapid retreat, but he also had a lot of responsibility.
But now is not the time to study who is more to blame.
He knew it very well.
He had no time to hesitate.
After a moment, he gave a decisive order.
"Notify all frontline units to implement Plan No. 2 as planned!"
Hearing this, the officers showed surprised expressions on their faces.
Plan No. 2 was a plan to retreat to Oasis No. 2, and to pull the alliance to the mainland of the Falcon Kingdom to fight a decisive battle with them.
This meant that they had to give up Oasis No. 3, which they had finally obtained.
Although Griffin had already informed them that if the alliance's offensive exceeded their expectations, they might have to abandon the occupied areas and continue to retreat, but at that time almost no one thought that this would really happen.
After all, they still have 100,000 troops in their hands.
Even if the situation is not optimistic, it is enough to retreat to the middle of Oasis No. 3 to rebuild the defense line, and they will not give up the entire Oasis No. 3.
If they really come to this point, they will not only be in trouble strategically, but also fall into a quagmire outside the battlefield.
If the rear knows that they have lost all the results they have achieved in Luoxia Province, the resources and support that can be allocated to their war zone will be even less.
Whether standing on the standpoint of the legion commander or the marshal, it is impossible to invest unlimited resources in a plan that is heading towards bankruptcy.
"...If we continue to stay here, we can only wait to be divided and surrounded by them. There is still a chance to counterattack if we retreat to Oasis No. 2."
After a pause, Griffin suddenly remembered that there was still a Sabre on duty outside, so he looked at the Army Aviation Commander on the side.
"Where is Yukar? Has our Sabre returned?"
The officer immediately stood up and said nervously.
"...It flew out of the communication range before, and the last signal was near Oasis No. 8. There is no news now."
Although this conservative answer seems to leave a little room for maneuver, anyone can hear that hope is slim.
The reason is simple.
The fuel of the jet plane can't last that long.
It hasn't come back yet, and there is only one possibility.
Griffin closed his eyes in pain.
Not only were their defenses penetrated, but they also lost their only "Saber".
Although the combat casualties were less than one-tenth, anyone with a discerning eye could see that they had already lost half of the battle...
...
G53 position.
The battlefield guy who was resting on the bed had just finished the dinner that Miss Penny brought along, and learned from Kolway the "bad news" from the next defense zone.
"...The 40,000th troop was completely wiped out, and defense zones 40 to 49 were all lost. The Alliance tanks have already hit us in the back."
"These rubbish... I thought their failure during the day was stupid enough, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated their ability to embarrass themselves. They can't even survive a night!"
Kolwei cursed, his tone full of anger.
However, after hearing his statement, the battlefield guy who was tense just now breathed a sigh of relief.
Not bad...
It seems that he is not suspected.
Before, his good brothers gave him so many heads, and he always felt uneasy in his heart.
Especially when he saw the rapid progress of the various corps in the next defense zone on the official website, he was so nervous that he almost didn't eat dinner.
But now it seems that his worries are completely unnecessary.
In fact, think about it, with his performance all the time, there is no point worth doubting. It's not that there are no undercovers who kill their own people, but it's rare to see an undercover like him who kills his own people without blinking an eye.
Not to mention that he usually eats a lot and poops a lot, there is nothing suspicious about him, and he behaves more normally than normal people.
If even he can be a traitor, then everyone in the legion is a traitor.
After listening to Kolwe's complaints quietly, the battlefield guy asked while he was taking a breath.
"Does the headquarters have any new arrangements?"
Kolwe didn't hide it and said it directly.
"Plan No. 2."
Battlefield guy: "Plan No. 2?"
Kolwe explained concisely.
"In short, abandon Oasis No. 3 and retreat to Oasis No. 2 to reorganize defense... At present, this is the most effective way. The Alliance tanks have torn open our pockets. Since the pockets can't be closed, we can only throw them away."
Battlefield guy actually wanted to say that there was no need to "simply put it simply", it would be fine to expand and explain it in detail, even if he didn't understand it, he could remember it.
But he soon realized that his superior was only a captain, and it was impossible for him to understand the entire deployment of Plan No. 2. It would be useless to ask, and he might even be suspected.
It was already good enough to be able to find out the macro-movements of the opponent. The brothers of the Burning Legion would naturally find a way to pry out the specific details of Plan No. 2 from the mouth of the big fish caught next door.
So the battlefield guy continued to play the role of the ruthless pangolin, and said concisely.
"You just need to tell me what you want me to do."
A gentle smile appeared on Korwe's face.
"You don't need to do anything now. The only thing you have to do is to take good care of your injuries and strive to recover as soon as possible... By the way, I almost forgot to tell you a good news."
Seeing the happy expression on his face, the battlefield guy asked.
"You got promoted again?"
Korwe said with a smile.
"It's not me, it's you who got promoted."
The battlefield guy was stunned.
"Me?"
Kerway nodded, cleared his throat and continued.
"In view of your outstanding performance on the front line, my superiors intend to transfer you to the officer team as a consultant to cooperate with the instructors to train the front-line officers of our 10,000-man team. Blame the bunch of trash in the 40,000-man team. Now the command has serious doubts about the combat effectiveness of the front-line troops and requires the front-line troops at all levels to train the grassroots officers... If those useless idiots had half of your strength, they would not be so embarrassing!"
When he said this, Korway couldn't help but cursed two difficult human words.
Hearing this arrangement, the battlefield man was relieved.
The 40,000-man team is next to them, and the nearest position is less than ten kilometers away from them. If Griffin ordered them to cover their retreat, then his undercover work would probably be over.
But now it seems that the dog planner probably doesn't want him to get the power armor so easily, and this undercover will probably continue to be an undercover.
"If we leave, what about the position here? Just leave it alone?"
Korway was silent for a while and gave an ambiguous answer.
"Some people will withdraw, and some will stay."
Zhandi Lao was slightly stunned.
But he soon understood the meaning of this sentence.
There are many officers promoted from the entourage in the front-line troops, including his adjutant, as well as trumpeters and flag bearers.
They will not receive orders to retreat, but will stay in place with their clone troops to defend, block the pursuing Alliance troops, and at the same time create the illusion that they have not retreated yet.
Thinking of this, Zhandi Lao's eyes suddenly showed a hint of enlightenment.
No wonder he was suddenly transferred from the front-line combat troops to the officer team of the 50,000th Corps.
I'm afraid the 700th Corps is one of the troops left behind!
But what surprised him was that when he said these words, Kolwe's eyes actually showed a hint of complex emotions.
When this guy was in the Valley Province, he never cared about the lives of those entourages.
Having been deeply involved in the Legion for a long time, he knows better than any other player that in the eyes of most Weilant people, aliens are just stepping stones for them to conquer the world, just a more flexible consumable than clone cannon fodder.
As a pure Weilant, Kerwei is no exception. Why does he suddenly care about it now?
Just when the battlefield guy was wondering, Kerwei, who was standing by the bed, suddenly looked out the window and said in a complicated tone.
"I don't think their sacrifice is taken for granted. Although they are not Weilant, they are also warriors..."
As he said, Kerwei looked at the pangolin lying in bed.
"But some things are not up to me. I hope you can understand."
The battlefield guy nodded.
"Well, I understand."
Is he worried that he would feel sorry for his men on the G53-7 position?
This worry is actually completely unnecessary.
He was very clear about his undercover identity, so he was not so into the role that he felt the same as those cheap subordinates whom he had only known for less than half a month.
If those people were smart, they should have laid down their weapons and surrendered when the Alliance came.
If they thought they were good enough because they played a few games with him...
Then let them see the true strength of the Alliance Army.
However, what the battlefield guy didn't know was that in Korway's eyes, his sensible appearance made him feel guilty.
It's not a good feeling to lose your comrades.
Korway himself understood this point.
For example, his former boss, the centurion Rachel of the Air Marine Corps.
Although he was just an acquaintance with that guy, he was still depressed for several days when he learned that he did not withdraw with McLen, but died heroically in Ruigu City.
"In short... I don't look down on the aliens who fought side by side with me. Soldiers who are willing to unite under the banner of the Legion to restore order are completely different from those wastelanders who have fallen into depravity in the chaos, but orders are orders, and everything is for the overall situation."
Putting on his officer's hat again, Kelway changed his tone and continued.
"Have a good rest, I will come to see you again when I set off."
Battlefield guy nodded quietly.
If there is no other more explosive news, he should also go offline to share the new intelligence that is still hot with his good brothers...
...
Just when the senior officials of the Legion stationed in Luoxia Province were worried about the chaos on the front line, countless spectators and stupid netizens on the official website far away in another world were also paying attention to the latest developments of this "national war event".
Although most of the players on the front line have not yet logged off, there will always be people who actively or passively disconnect to bring first-hand battle reports from the front line to the cloud players waiting on the forum and the professional life players in the rear.
When the entire forum learned that the closed beta players had annihilated a division of the Legion in less than half a day, the entire forum was shocked.
Badao Wenrou: "Wow! Awesome!!!"
Nanfeng Yuge: "Destroyed a division in half a day?! Is it fake?!"
Armor Hero: "It's really ridiculous. To be honest, even if 10,000 people lined up to send heads forward, it would take a few days, right?"
Lonely: "+1, not to mention that these 10,000 people were scattered across 3,000 square kilometers of the Gobi Desert."
Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: "You don't understand this. Modern warfare is about organization and logistics. It's not the old way of queuing and shooting. Winning a key battle at a critical time and place is much more important than killing a few people."
"And in my opinion, the reason why the Legion lost is that It was so fast because the tactical width and strategic depth were too wide. There were only a few roads in the 3,000 square kilometers of Gobi Desert, and the road conditions were comparable to those in Afghanistan. Which troops went to which road and when, when the logistics supplies were delivered to which location, whether the outpost 20 kilometers away was the enemy's or ours, where the artillery fired... all these had to be dispatched by a unified command system. "
"Without the unified dispatch of the front-line command, it would be impossible to command it by relying solely on the airdrop order from the general command."
Professor Yang's analysis of the reasons for the failure of the corps was very logical, and his rhetoric really fooled many stupid netizens who did not know the truth.
But there were also those who did not believe his bragging.
Cheerful netizen: "What are you bragging about? How many divisions have you commanded?"
Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: "Hey, isn't this game supposed to be about bragging... You're talking about me, how many divisions have you commanded?"
What can I do with you: "Laugh, you're all bullshitting. I've said before that there's not a single normal person on this forum!"
Tyrannosaurus Warrior: "Can any kind-hearted guy give me a helmet? Please! T.T"
Everyone was talking about the battle situation on the front line. Some were very excited, while others were unscientific. It was as lively as a festival.
However, even with so many insights, the topic of the war progress was still overshadowed by a post posted by a certain pilot.
According to the player's description, he handed the "Dragonfly" transport plane to the ground crew and then went to the cafeteria to eat.
As a result, when he just came out of the cafeteria, he saw that the plane that was supposed to be parked in the hangar actually drove onto the runway and took off!
At first, everyone expressed disbelief, and even the players at the airport were wondering if this guy had staged this incident himself.
Power short circuit accidents have happened before, but this is the first time that a short-circuited plane has taken to the runway and taken off.
No matter what, the take-off posture was too skilled. It would be impossible to be so skilled and natural without hundreds of hours of flying time.
Ward athlete's foot who Levin: "Strange... It shouldn't be possible. After a short circuit accident, we specially redesigned the circuit of the nose."
WC really has mosquitoes: "Your technology is not good enough. Wait, when I have time, I will also take the brothers in the factory to think about large aircraft. (Funny)"
Ward athlete's foot who Levin: "Come on. (Rolling eyes)"
Yaer I want to go to the toilet: "That's right! Our 81 factory is an aircraft manufacturer after all! You who make coffins, don't come to join in the fun!"
WC really has mosquitoes: "MMP! I have to show you my skills."
Tail: "Oh oh oh! Are you going to make a Gundam? (?ω?)"
Ye Shi: "You know what, this guy really did it... In the end, we helped him make it. (Funny)"
WC really has mosquitoes: "Get out! That was an accident! And that thing was not meant for people to wear ... But then again, we did see the transport plane you mentioned. "
Gui Gui: "Yes, and I also saw something sticking out of the cabin, which directly pierced the cockpit of the 'Eagle' fighter that was approaching."
Feng Qing: "? ! So powerful? (Shocked)"
WC Zhenyou Mosquito: "Well, the plane that was hit seemed to be possessed by a demon, and it turned its nose to kill its teammates... The most outrageous thing is that the two possessed planes flew pretty well, showing off a wave of Immelmann turns in the air, like a master!"
Ye Shi: "Does the Falcon Kingdom have such pilots?"
WC Zhenyou Mosquito: "Oh my god, I doubt they have ever encountered an opponent in actual combat before they met us, so they only have the equipment to take advantage of us."
But I have to admit that there are also a few pilots on the opposite side who have some skills, and even he feels a little tricky.
Just at this time, another ace pilot of the alliance suddenly appeared.
Luo Yu: "Hey, which big pot is free... come and take me."
"Fuck! Luo Yu! You finally came down?"
WC Zhenyou Mosquito: "Where are you? No, where did you fall?"
Yelena: "Can you still find the VM? If not, just buy a new one, we won't waste that effort. (Funny)"
Luo Yu: "Fuck! Don't make me sound like I'm dead! I'm still alive! (Furious)"
As soon as I saw this sentence, the post exploded and was instantly refreshed dozens of times.
Ye Shi: "???"
Quit smoking: "Fuck! You're still alive?!"
Fang Chang: "Well, it's really unscientific... What kind of bug is this?"
Luo Yu: "Zhao! I don't get into trouble every time! It's just sometimes!"
Kuang Feng: "(squinting smile)"
Luo Yu: "But if you want to talk about bugs, I'm not sure if this counts."
Fang Chang: "Tell me about it."
Luo Yu: "Well, I was fighting fiercely with the 'Saber' on the opposite side, and an 'Eagle' suddenly came in. I thought I was done for, but it didn't fire at me, but fired a whole magazine at the 'Saber' instead."
Guigui: "Oh, that should be it! There was an Eagle following our transport plane."
Luoyu: "Transport plane? I didn't see it..."
Laobai: "Where is your parachute?"
Luoyu: "It seems to be near the Golden Lizard Kingdom, but I don't know the exact location... I'm still floating in the sky, and I took a picture, but there's no signal to transmit it."
Makabazi: "Hahaha."
Fang Chang: "Can you see the Iron Heart?"
Luoyu: "I can't see it... But I saw a lot of mountains, maybe we're almost at the River Valley Province."
After saying that, he immediately added another sentence.
"By the way, the Falcon seems to have landed nearby. It probably ran out of fuel... But it's strange that the pilot didn't parachute and went down with the plane."
Fang Chang: "Well, it must be far away, at least it must be close to the edge of Luoxia Province."
WC Zhenyou Mosquito: "After you land, pay attention to the surrounding environment. We will send a plane to search near Oasis No. 8. We should be able to find it."
Luo Yu: "Thank you! Brothers! T.T"
Fang Chang: "You're welcome. I'm mainly curious about the situation of the Hawk. (Squinting)"
Ye Shi: "+1, otherwise Mosquito would have advised you to TP back to the city directly. (Funny)"
Luo Yu: "..."
These guys...
It's too real!
At the same time, Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen in another world, had a surprised expression on his face.
Good guy.
He was fixing bugs in the void on the forum every day, and he really found a bug?
In fact, he had already learned about the transport plane from the ground staff long before the players posted.
The anti-aircraft guns of the Iron Heart had even aimed at it.
However, Chu Guang wanted to see what the transport plane was going to do, so he didn't let Xiao Qi shoot it down.
Now it seems that the situation is more complicated than he imagined.
After thinking for a long time, Chu Guang, who was staring at the holographic screen, suddenly spoke.
"What do you think that is?"
After a short pause, he heard an uncertain answer.
"Well... could it be Xiao Yu who did it?"