"Let four more reserve battalions join the battle to proactively increase the width of the front and expand our area of ​​contact with the enemy."
Major Cui Farley also understood this order very well. When the enemy's morale is unstable, the more people involved in the fighting, the greater the blow to the overall morale of the enemy, and the greater advantage the National Defense Forces can gain.
"correct"
Just as Major Cui Farley left the command post to call for the messenger, Lawrence suddenly remembered something and gave an additional instruction:
"Let the French army led by Major Serurier continue to serve as a reserve and not join the battlefield."
"Huh? Monsieur Bonaparte, is this...?" Major Trifali was stunned for a moment, not understanding the order.
Lawrence continued to raise his telescope to observe the situation on the battlefield, and explained at the same time:
"After all, this is a civil war. It is politically disgraceful to use foreign troops to suppress the people of this country. It is better not to do this kind of thing that is not conducive to the unity of France and Kuomintang."
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Under Lawrence's instruction, more than 2,000 Wehrmacht soldiers in four battalions immediately approached the landlord group's army from the flanks.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Those foreign instructors were still very good at judging and commanding the battlefield situation, and immediately dispatched corresponding troops to prevent the four battalions of the National Defense Forces from forming an encirclement.
This correct decision also played into Lawrence's hands. As the width of the battle between the two armies increased, more and more serf soldiers were thrown into the battle, and soon they were fighting in a battle full of smoke and bullets.
Almost collapsed on the battlefield.
Master Justin, who was watching the battle on the hilltop, looked at the situation in the depression with a pale face.
He is not a natural strategist, but he can also see that his own army is unable to withstand the opponent's attack and is even on the verge of retreating.
Such an ending was beyond his imagination. With numerical superiority, almost unlimited supply of materials, and experienced instructors, why would an army created in this way collapse in front of that damn Bonaparte boy?
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The series of blows made Master Justin's face look a little ferocious. He clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't know who to punch in the face.
Sir Robert's brows were already knitted together. He looked closely at the smoke filling the battlefield. After glancing at Master Justin's expression, he said in a deep voice:
"Don't worry, my friend, we haven't concluded that we have lost yet. Judging from the number of enemy troops, they don't seem to have any troops left at the ancient fortress. As long as we resist their offensive here, we will wait for the ancient fortress.
The garrison has arrived to attack us from both front and rear, but we are still sure of victory."
In the midst of his collapse, Mr. Justin's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had grasped some life-saving straw, and he murmured to himself crazily:
"Yes, that's right. They must have ignored the more than two thousand garrison troops in the fortress. Those garrison troops must be right behind them. That must be the case! As long as those garrison troops launch an attack, everything will be fine!"
Chapter completed!