Chapter 749

Chapter 749

My Empire Chapter 749

2020-11-03

Chapter 749 751 Unity

In the distant Angshire, the Alanhill Expeditionary Force Headquarters, General Medeas watched with his hands behind his back Looking at the large map in front of him, his eyes are fixed on the area where red is lit up.

Those red areas are constantly expanding, as if infected with a virus. The red mark was flickering uneasily, indicating that there was still a battle there.

"The enemy's counterattack has a very wide range. This is the latest news from the expeditionary army headquarters. The 2nd Armored Corps and the 1st Infantry Corps were also attacked." A copy sent by an operational staff officer new telegram.

"Damn, what about the Air Forces who normally look at people with their nostrils? Why didn't they find these damn demons in advance? Our surface-to-surface missiles didn't work, and the artillery didn't fire at all. The opportunity..." Another staff officer, who was standing by the table covered with maps and documents, complained irritably.

"Don't complain, how could the Air Force have observed such a small-scale raid?" Beside him, another staff officer was looking at the blurred photos that had come back from the front line.

Some of these shaking cameras come from cameras built into the powered outer skeleton armor, while others come from recording equipment on the tank.

"Yeah, in the areas occupied by demons, their refugees are crowded everywhere, and the roads are full of people. It is impossible to find these demons in white robes." The third staff officer glanced at the commander-in-chief who was standing there saying nothing, then explained cautiously.

The Air Force took off minutes ago, and the ground-attack force is trying its best to hit these tiny targets.

Unfortunately, these demons are not traditional, phalanx attacking enemy forces. In the face of such a small-scale assault force with dozens of people and hundreds of people, there is no good way to strike from the air.

However, the Air Force is ready to give it a try. They intend to attack all targets they can find to reduce the pressure on the ground forces as much as possible.

Finally, Medias spoke: "Okay, gentlemen. The good news is that we have encountered the main force of the enemy's counterattack. As long as we hit them back, the enemy may have nothing better. The means of counterattack."

He looked at his combat staff and continued: "Although the opponent is very difficult to deal with, their troops are insufficient, and now we have found that the enemy's troops are only About a thousand people."

Medias keenly discovered the opponent's problems, these troops did not seem to be easy to deal with, but their strength was really unable to create too many surprises.

As time goes on, the disadvantage of these demons without follow-up troops to help expand the results will become apparent.

There are only two fates waiting for them. One is that they have to stop and regroup. At that time, they will be greeted by ruthless long-range artillery fire, missiles, and air force bombing.

Another is that they continued to engage the retreating Alanhill forces, further and further into the heart of the Alanhill occupied territory. At that time, they will find that they are completely surrounded, there is no way to go to heaven, and there is no way to go to earth, and there is only one ending that awaits them.

In short, there will be no follow-up assault, whether it is advancing or retreating, there will not be any good ending.

But Medias continued: "The bad news is that now our troops are passively beaten, let's see if there is any way to stop those damn demons from continuing to infiltrate."

A loss is a loss after all. No matter how strong the beating party is, the pain will still hurt! Medias felt pain, so he didn't intend to continue to be beaten passively.

"There is no general reserve behind the front-line troops. The troops closest to these enemy troops may still be in Stoffel now..." a staff officer said helplessly.

The repercussions that were advancing too fast finally broke out. The occupied area was empty and the troops were insufficient. At this time, the expeditionary army was dying.

"What about the troops of other races?" asked Medeas.

"The elf army has about 2,000 troops, stationed near City No. 31. They have to cover 4,000 city construction workers to renovate the launching system there. At most, only about 500 people can be dispatched." An Elf Race's The officer reported immediately.

"Let's pick up if you can! At least they're magicians, and they're good at fighting at close quarters! Let them choose the most powerful people to form a team and dash along the road. Make sure our artillery units are safe!" Mediyas said politely.

"I'll get in touch right away!" The Elf Race officer stood at attention and saluted, and hurried to the communication room.

"What else?" Obviously, this amount of troops is obviously not enough, so Medeas continued to ask.

"The Dragon Clan troops led by General Brooke are around here...mostly orcs, numbering 2,000." A liaison officer of the Dragon Clan troops thought for a while and said.

"Send a signal to your people and ask them to support as soon as possible!" At this time, Medeas was no longer polite: "Tell Brook and General Falai of the situation, and tell them the white robes People's battle strength! The rest is for them to judge for themselves."

"Damn, if our T800 troops are here, how could these damn white robes be so arrogant!" Speaking of magician troops , a staff officer complained again.

In his opinion, if those puppet soldiers whose individual battle strength broke the table are there, it would be easy to solve such a problem.

"Don't say it, the technical department is worried that the incomplete soul of the magician will be disturbed by the source of magic, so it is impossible to prohibit large-scale puppet troops from entering the Demon Realm." Another staff officer shook the head explained.

"But don't we have magicians entering the Demon Realm? They also use powered external skeletons... Isn't that thing similar to the puppet principle?" The staff officer retorted gloomily.

"The problem is that the bastards in the tech department insist on their opinion that the number should not be too much..." Another staff officer shrugged - sometimes things are so inexplicable, sitting in the office. No matter what people say, it makes sense...

"Grecon's magician troops are calling! They're on their way to reinforcements in the War Zone." A communications officer came in and sent a telegram. Handed it to Medeas.

"Dragon Clan is calling back... Our troops have started to fight back!" Dragon Clan's liaison officer walked back to the headquarters with his chin up, and reported loudly and confidently.

"General Falai is calling, the unicorn cavalry is rushing to the battlefield!" The officer of Elf Race shouted loudly while pressing the long sword. There was the same confident expression on his face.

At this moment, the magic continent is united.

(end of this chapter)