The process of defeat in a battle is not uniform, but it suddenly goes from being evenly matched to the stage of collapse of one side.
Without knowing whether the enemy is fighting to the last breath, no one is willing to keep their reserves until the next battle.
This is a typical gambler's mentality: What if the enemy loses control first and is defeated? So everyone will keep pushing chips on the gambling table until they have nothing left.
A smart commander will judge the various performances of both the enemy and ourselves during this process, and then guess the comparison of the overall strength of the enemy and ourselves, so as to avoid losing all his last pair of underwear.
But often such smart people can't help themselves, because many other factors change their decision-making: doing something you know you can't do, this is life.
For example, among the commanders of the Mirage Kingdom, not all of them could see that the orc troops backed by the Tang Empire had almost unlimited war potential, and they could not win this war. But even if they could see it, they could only
Be able to persist in fighting honestly.
When supplies begin to run out, ammunition begins to run out, logistics supplies collapse, and casualties begin to become unbearable, the losing side will begin to collapse.
The Mirage troops stationed in Dingcheng were experiencing such a defeat at this moment. Although everyone had a premonition a few days ago, when the collapse actually came, many people still couldn't believe it.
The headquarters was in chaos. There were signal soldiers rushing back from the front line to ask for ammunition, and there were also signal soldiers asking for support. They were crowded in the corridor of the headquarters, and they were all in a panic.
These soldiers were all running back from the front line. Along the way, they had to pass through the artillery fire blockade of the orc troops, and they had to pass through the ruins and bomb craters as quickly as possible, and then they kept asking for directions from the people they met...
There was no way, because the headquarters would also be relocated due to being destroyed by artillery shells, and it was too late to notify some of the troops on the front line about the new location.
In fact, when the street fighting has reached this point, many troops have actually lost their headquarters. They can only put up road signs in some areas as much as possible to tell everyone the location of the headquarters as much as possible.
Finding the headquarters is only the first step. The second step is for the officers in the headquarters to find ways to meet the requirements brought by these communications troops.
Some people want bullets, some want food, some want reinforcements, and some want artillery support.
Commanders who are already busy to the point of collapse will classify these signal soldiers, then deal with the problems caused by these people respectively, and then let these people go back to resume their duties.
Those who apply for artillery support can be allowed to go back, because by the time the signal soldier arrives at the headquarters, his troops may have been annihilated and their positions may have been lost, so there is no need to rush to waste ammunition.
Those who applied for food can also go back, because there is no excess food in the army warehouse to distribute, so he will not get food at all: collect food on the spot! This is the order he can give.
It's easy to apply for reinforcements. There are still 20,000 to 30,000 forcibly recruited civilians in Dingcheng. Let him take away a hundred of them without even giving out military uniforms and helmets. These are the reinforcements...the only reinforcements they have now.
Applying for bullets is a little more troublesome, because they do still have some bullets, but they can't give them casually. They have to be given to the main force who are really in urgent need of bullets, so they have to identify the serial numbers of the incoming signal soldiers. The miscellaneous soldiers will excuse themselves and say they don't have any, and the main force will give them appropriately.
A little bit.
The shelling caused ash to fall from the roof of the headquarters, and the chandelier swayed back and forth with the vibration. Some soldiers were busy burning some documents and information, and others were reinforcing nearby windows and doors.
This place is about to become a frontline, and the enemy may not even be 00 meters away from here in a straight line. The glass made a rattling sound, as if something was beating on it.
A group of forcibly recruited civilians had black armbands tied on their arms and were holding any weapons. This was the appearance of the mirage army in Dingcheng.
These so-called soldiers were mixed with real soldiers, and most of them did not even have a bayonet. Some of them were given an armed belt, and some were given a pistol and a few bullets.
Then this chaotically dressed troops will return to the front line with the signal corps, and one-third of them may escape on the way.
However, they can't escape very far. Soon they will be caught by the patrol again, and then sent to the "recruit camp", waiting to be taken away by other troops, and then enter the next cycle.
The remaining more honest goblins will follow the signal soldiers back to the front line, and then take off the clothes or leaky helmets from the dead people, arm themselves, and make themselves look more like warriors.
After such operations, these recruits will enter the ruins or barricade trenches and fight to the death with the charging orcs.
If they were lucky, they might be able to replace a reckless Orc soldier, but most of the remaining ones that performed normally could only replace one Orc bullet.
Out of a hundred goblin civilians, no more than three could survive a day after entering the battlefield. Among these three, only one could survive the next day.
And the probability that this person can survive for three days is no more than 20%! He will die within a week, and the one who survives is simply the chosen one...
From another perspective, if they are really the chosen ones, how could they be chosen to come to such a hell on earth as Dingcheng?
In the sky, an IL attack aircraft was circling continuously. This aircraft has now been modified and has rockets hanging under its wings.
The accuracy is not very good, but the powerful rockets are really a nightmare for the goblins. As long as this kind of aircraft receives a call, they will swoop down from the sky and pour all the hanging rockets into a building.
It was simply hell on earth. A machine gun position was covered by several rockets, the entire building would collapse, and the surrounding smoke would not dissipate for half an hour.
As soon as they hear the engine sound of such an aircraft, the goblin soldiers will huddle on the ground and dare not raise their heads. No matter how threatened the officers are, they will not get up to fight.
Another type of aircraft that often appears in the sky is the Stuka, which is even more difficult to deal with. It is so old that it has some advantages that new aircraft simply cannot possess.
It can fly at a very slow speed, carry only a huge 00kg aerial bomb, and use an extremely precise and effective dive to drop the bomb near the trench.
That earth-shattering explosion can cause a company's soldiers to collapse psychologically at once, and a few Stukas can shake the entire Mirage Army position.
Although the current Stuka has removed the buzzer and no longer makes that terrifying sound that makes people palpitate, this aircraft is still like a devil, fearing all Mirage soldiers.
No matter how many times we have experienced it, no matter how much psychological preparation we have, people will always be afraid when facing the war machine.
When you are unarmed and hiding in a trench, let alone A10 or B planes, just an enemy Stuka starts to dive towards you, and you can only cover your ears and scream in despair.
"The remaining troops of the 1st Armored Division have begun to retreat..." The adjutant in navy uniform walked into the room after getting permission and said to Mirage Haiping who was sitting in the central defense line headquarters: "General, you should also consider
Just mind your own business."
"Retreat?" Mirage Haiping seemed to have not heard the last sentence and asked without raising his head. He seemed to only care about the troops and not the battle situation.
"Well, although there are not many tanks left, they still have to be ordered to retreat back to the Mirage City. They will leave at night. Several groups have already left." His adjutant paused for a moment, and then persuaded: "General, we are here soon.
Surrounded..."
"Fighting for His Majesty Mirage to the last moment, isn't that what I should do?" Mirage Haiping smiled and handed what he wrote to the officer: "This is for you."
The officer was stunned because this was a document, a document approving his return to Mirage City. Although Mirage Haiping, as a naval admiral, had no right to interfere with army appointments, he could indeed appoint and remove naval officers.
"This is the last thing I can do for you." Haiping smiled and handed the document to his adjutant: "Let's go! We will be surrounded soon."
"General!" The adjutant had tears in his eyes and seemed to want to say something else. But Mirage Haiping stopped him and waved his hand: "Hurry up and pack up and leave with the 1st Armored Division! It won't be safe any later.
"
As a defense force on the outskirts of Dingcheng, the orcs have not yet been able to encircle Dingcheng as the main force. The Mirage Kingdom's 1st Armored Division began to retreat, which was definitely a fatal blow to Dingcheng.
This means that Dingcheng may be surrounded within the next day, and the orc troops will soon encircle the central mountainous fortification area from the direction of Dingcheng.
Once surrounded, the consumption of materials can only rely on reserves. What's even more fatal is that in addition to the consumption of soldiers and materials, it is very likely that even the water source will be threatened.
"Let's go! Let's go!" Seeing his adjutant standing there wiping tears, Mirage Haiping waved his hand outward: "After returning to Mirage City, please... help me take care of my family. The war is in chaos, and there are many people.
It’s always good to help.”
"..." When hope is right in front of you, not everyone will die generously without hesitation. The adjutant, who was struggling with whether to stay or not, heard these words from Mirage Haiping, and his already shaken heart could no longer be strengthened.
Went down.
He stood at attention and lowered his head, took the documents and hurriedly left Xu Haiping's office. Xu Haiping sat alone on a chair, looking at the closed door, with a wry smile on his face.
