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"The strategy is very effective, but it will definitely be resisted until the war becomes clear."
Madeline sighed.
A strategic retreat will result in the loss of large tracts of territory, and the citizens in the occupied areas will suffer massacre and massacre by aliens.
Why did the evil generals resist Luo Ying? In addition to being immersed in the pleasure of conquering cities and territories, they also because they brutally killed many civilians.
More than a dozen concentration camps have been built. When the evil energy facilities are completed, they will be able to produce a large amount of cannon fodder after a few months of corruption. Therefore, no matter how many soldiers die in battle, it will not be a problem for them.
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If it weren't for Sissi's trust in Downton, any other coach would have been dismissed by the king long ago and sentenced to death in a military court as he kept losing territory and causing casualties to his people.
Of course, even if Sissi unconditionally trusts Downton, she is still under tremendous pressure from behind, and several requests from senior officials have been suppressed. But when it reaches a boiling point, it explodes and will inevitably burn everything.
What Downton has to do now is to win a wonderful victory before everyone's patience runs out.
"Downton must be under a lot of pressure right now. Everyone, I'm going to be her adviser!"
Lorraine closed the novel.
"I am coming too!"
Madeline stood up.
These holy coffins live their own lives anonymously, but once they encounter a jihad, they will all contribute, but no one will notice.
Eastern Front Theater, Montier.
Because of Downton's tenacious resistance, this place has become a meat grinder. A large number of soldiers die every day. The corpses pile up like mountains, and the monsoon filled with the smell of blood lingers for a long time.
As a strategy maker, Downton certainly knew its shortcomings, but facing an army of evil gods that was more than ten times larger, he could only consume the opponent's vitality bit by bit.
If you want to complete the victory in one battle, even if the goddess of light and flame sends a miracle, you can't do it.
This kind of war of attrition is a kind of torture to the nerves of both sides. According to Luo Ying's character, Montier must be captured, but after the generals appealed, the False Patriarch intervened.
"Are you all idiots? Why are you piling up your troops here, attacking, attacking!"
The false patriarch who arrived at the front line in person roared at Luo Ying.
"That will put us at risk from both sides!"
Luo Ying explains!
"Idiot, why don't you bring your troops to contain Downton here? You have the Golem Corps. Let the other generals attack on all fronts."
The false patriarch was so proud that he felt that he was the incarnation of the God of War and had easily solved the problem that had troubled them for more than half a month.
"But……"
Luo Ying wanted to say that with equal strength, she could not guarantee to stop Downton, but the False Patriarch did not give her a chance.
"Secure the city of Rome as soon as possible. We will use this as a breakthrough point to capture the entire Western Territory!"
After the guidance of the False Patriarch, he returned to the northern front, where there was still a big plan being implemented.
The generals were happy that they no longer had to suffer in front of Luo Ying, and set off with their respective regiments almost as quickly as possible.
Downton was overjoyed when he observed the enemy's situation. He immediately recalled the Golem Corps and asked the main force of the Roman Legion to assemble towards Montier.
Luo Ying's commanding talent is great. If she is killed, it will not only damage the morale of the Evil God Army, but also relieve a lot of pressure on the entire war zone.
After the scouts determined that the enemy was not feinting to induce him to attack, Downton, who had been cowering for nearly a month, finally showed his fangs.
The cold wind is biting, and it feels like needles pricking my lungs.
"Sure enough, it's here!"
Luo Ying found that the situation was as she expected, but instead of panicking, she chose to fight.
The armies of both sides took up positions on the plain. Because too many people died, the soil was watered with blood. After being frozen and stiff, when viewed from a high altitude, it looked like a red gem, extremely gorgeous.
The fleets of both sides took off. Generally speaking, they would only be vigilant, and the decisive battle on the ground would be the main thing. However, air strikes were an important tactic for Downton, so he needed air superiority even more.
A battle broke out between the fleets of both sides.
"It looks like there won't be a winner for a while."
Downton sighed. The Roman fleet worked hard, but they did not have an overwhelming advantage. They just used ordinary shooting suppression and boarding operations.
"Low-end!"
Downton, who was accustomed to suppressing his opponents with iron cans and hand-held firecrackers, was somewhat unable to accept this kind of tactics.
On the ground, the light cavalry from both sides had already been dispatched, trying to harass the infantry phalanx, but they were stopped by the other side and began a mounted shooting ~ engagement.
The major phalanxes headed by Chongbu slowly advanced amidst the sound of military bugles.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The archers on both sides fired continuously to suppress their opponents.
In the sky, flying arrows were like locusts. From time to time, an unlucky person would be hit by an arrow and fall down wailing. As the smell of blood gradually became heavier, the atmosphere of the battlefield became depressing.
The mages fought against each other, and since they were all the main force, they fought evenly.
"This is the orthodox attack!"
Homer looked down at the battle situation. There was no speculation in this kind of confrontation. What was tested was the combat literacy of the soldiers and officers.
"It's time to invest in heavy cavalry and tear up a line of defense!" Cheap God curled his lips, "Everyone has the same type of troops and similar strength. The outcome is really 50-50!"
"No, in terms of morale, the Evil God Army is stronger!"
Downton shook his head. Our side has always been on the defensive, because the crisis of possible city destruction will put greater mental pressure on us. Moreover, the Evil God Army also has secret methods. When necessary, it has the courage to die with the enemy.
"Let the Golem Corps dispatch!"
Luo Ying is a resolute person and doesn't like this kind of stalemate, so he takes the lead in playing the trump card.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The demons stepped onto the battlefield, and their steel bodies squeezed into everyone's sight with their tough posture.
These golems were made into demonic forms, with a single horn on their forehead and eight meters tall. In addition to the iron fists covered with sharp cones, they also held three-meter-long sharp blades in their arms, which could be popped out like a mantis during combat.
There were 20,000 of them. They were not breathing, but they enveloped the battlefield with a thick atmosphere of steel.
On the other hand, there are only 6,000 statues left on the Downton side. In the recent battle, many of them were scrapped. That's all, and most of them have marks of being chopped with axes.
"Bang. Downton has lost."
The Chief of Staff was disdainful. Mainland China's golem technology is partial and has developed slowly over thousands of years. Therefore, even if there is a gap between the golems of the two sides, it will not be too big. The ratio is more than three to one. No matter how you look at it, Downton has nothing.
Chance to win.
Luo Ying's expression was solemn. Downton's golem army came out, but a mechanical roar overwhelmed everything and hit his ears.
Boom! Boom!
When the thing that made the sound rushed out of the city gate, not only Luo Ying and the staff were dumbfounded, but even the soldiers on the battlefield couldn't help but look sideways.
What rushed out was a vehicle with four huge tires, carrying three thin goblins, all wearing black painted steel helmets, toad-like windshields, and triangular scarves around their necks.
"What the hell is this?"
Luo Ying complained.
Ha ha!
The battlefield was stunned for more than ten seconds, and then huge laughter broke out. Goblins came to the battlefield? Don't be kidding, even the cook soldiers with the worst combat ability can fight ten of them. Well, with bare hands!
"Is that okay?"
Homer is also skeptical. This is a unit formed by Downton against all opinions, called the Goblin Demolition Corps.
The vehicle is a steam locomotive made by Downton based on the shape of the ATV in the dream world, combined with the steam power system of the hobgoblin era. The thick tires give it extremely excellent off-road capabilities, and the simple structure also makes it
It is not easily damaged and easy to repair.
It carries three people, the driver is in the front on the left, the loader and ammunition storage area are on the right, and the shooter is in the rear on the left.
The attack method of the goblins is naturally the shoulder-mounted rocket launcher, or RPG for short, which is an improved version of the Krupp hand cannon.
Their main task is to destroy the enemy's formation and create chaos.
"If you are thin, wouldn't it be better if you don't fight hand-to-hand?"
Downton curled his lips. He also wanted to choose a strong and strong main battle race, but the load capacity of the steam locomotive was limited. Only goblins with smaller bodies were the most suitable.
Of course, hobbits, who are also less than one meter tall, can also do it, but they are not as smart as goblins.
Five hundred locomotives rushed towards the battlefield amidst the roar of their engines. The winter plains were frozen solid, which was perfect for them to ride on.
The tires ran over potholes on the ground from time to time, causing bumps and ups and downs. Fortunately, they had safety belts on them to prevent them from being thrown off the motorcycle.
"Are these guys crazy?"
Seeing the goblins rushing towards the golem corps, the staff members were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. Isn't this a mantis using its arms as a cart?
What’s even funnier is yet to come. This is the first time that goblins have gone to war. No, even in the era of hobgoblins, they have never been on the battlefield, so many people are too nervous.
Several motorcycles overturned because the drivers were too panicked and failed to avoid potholes in the ground in time.
Ha ha!
The entire battlefield was filled with laughter, and even the soldiers who were fighting were a little distracted.
"I understand, these guys are here to make us laugh so they can win."
After the chief of staff made fun of him, everyone burst into laughter.
"How miserable!"
Homer didn't even want to look at it. The goblins who fell out had their faces covered with blood. One motorcycle even exploded its ammunition box due to the collision.
boom!
A ball of flames rose up, and among the parts flying around were three battered corpses that had been blown away.
All the laughter stopped.
"Cheer up, everyone. Do you still want to be thieves and beggars for the rest of your life, and be labeled as trash from generation to generation?"
The leader of the goblins shouted, "Gentlemen, this is the first battle to change the world's view of us and our destiny. Gentlemen, give up your lives for the sake of the master, for the glory, and for the future generations!"
"Fight to the death!"
The goblin demolition soldiers roared, and as the blood boiled, timidity and panic receded. They wanted to take the first solid step in life here.
"Everyone is ready!"
When the locomotive entered five hundred yards, the regimental leader shouted, took out a flare gun and raised it towards the sky.
Wow!
The shooters all held the RPG on their shoulders and locked the target through the crosshairs.
"attack!"
The leader pulled the trigger.
boom!
A red flare rose into the sky.
The attack begins!
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