Chapter 1152
My Empire Chapter 1152
2020-11-03
Chapter 1152 1154 Chaos on the FrontlineMany officers of the Alanhill Empire would not actually fight, even some high level officers. How to fight.
In the past, war is a mysterious skill that few people can master. It is not a boast. In fact, commanding war in the past is almost the exclusive skill of nobles.
If you want a qualified general, you basically have to use human life, use real combat, and combine a large number of ancestral military documents to pile up day after day.
Unfortunately, the generals, officers, and even soldiers of the Alanhill Empire did not receive such treatment.
After all, it has only been nine years since the rise of the Alanhill Empire! In this nine-year period, although Alanhill has been fighting all the time, there are not many bloody battles in the true sense.
A large number of generals of the Alanhill Empire are actually very elegant. They graduated quickly from the Military Academy, and then, like a clerk, were assigned to the army and worked hard for wages in their posts. .
Some of them face a computer every day, change some data in the above form, print it out, send the report to an officer in another department to sign, and then move to a third department Officers, go to the barracks to check the remaining supplies, and check whether the quantities can match the accounts...
This kind of thing, ten years ago, could not be called war. Such a person could not be called an officer at that time.
But now, such a person can even wear the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulders. From enlistment to retirement, he may not even touch a gun once - there must be shooting training, It's impossible to just fire at the enemy...
It's understandable for the logistics force to have such a situation, but the Combat Unit on the front line of the Alanhill Empire, in fact, many officers and soldiers are not very good at it. war.
In the era when they joined the army and went to the front lines, war had changed. The battle of the Alanhill Empire has long since been the difference between Heaven and Earth.
Commanders no longer have to rack their brains to imagine what crafty plots and machinations the enemy will use. The large-scale detours of the cavalry and the large-scale transfer of materials will all be checked by the Alanhill Empire's aerial reconnaissance and satellite reconnaissance. Gotta be clear.
For these commanders, the tactics that the enemy commanders have racked their brains for are no longer a secret almost as soon as they are implemented.
The staff at all levels will clearly analyze the enemy's movement purpose, and rely on the computer to clearly predict the enemy's most likely tactical arrangement.
And then what? The chief military officer held a pile of documents, photos and maps that had been touched by countless people, and issued an order to mobilize his army and launch the most reasonable response.
If this can be defeated, it is almost unreasonable - even more how, the first-line Combat Unit of the Alanhill Empire has long since opened a huge gap with its opponents.
It's an unstoppable gulf! Armed with automatic weapons, bulletproof vests and helmets, the soldiers of the Alanhill Empire enjoy the best supplies and can call in the most powerful fire support.
Even they don't even have to go to the front line to fight in person. UAVs and missiles can destroy the enemy's defense line and make the opponent panic all day long. When the ground troops arrive, they are basically in a state of surrender and tourism. .
So, when the battle on the outskirts of Witholland started, space was starting to shatter, drones were badly damaged, and most were out of control, the ground forces of the Alanhill Empire were a little not knowing what to do.
A battalion commander could not get the battlefield information fed back by the drones on the front line. He grabbed the phone with a confused expression and asked his superiors if he wanted to continue the attack.
His superiors were also very depressed, because he couldn't confirm the battlefield environment at all, so he didn't dare to let his troops make an overreaction. In the end, he could only contact the division headquarters and call for useless fire support.
Countless rockets hit the broken walls of the distorted space, and the thick smoke from the explosion made the entire battlefield look like the end of the world, but there was still no useful news. .
"Hello? Hello! Two Air Force A-10 fighter jets have lost contact! I want to know where they crashed! This is a follow-up to the search! Yes! Yes! What are you doing? Neither do you Know?" A liaison officer kept roaring into the phone in a makeshift tent.
On the other side of the phone, the commander of the Air Force is also covered in dirt: "We sent two helicopters! The weather is too bad! Our search range is limited!"
"Where's the black box? Where's the signal?" In the ground command, the liaison officer belonging to the military continued to ask.
"Space magic has cut off the signal source, and we have lost dozens of drones!" When the commander over there mentioned this, he became even more depressed.
"Who has battlefield images of drones?" On the other side, an officer clutched the phone receiver and shouted to his colleagues in the entire command.
"Third Camp's drones are still in contact, but there is no way to observe the battlefield! The drone reconnaissance team of the 2nd Battalion on the front line can't be contacted." How many unmanned reconnaissance aircraft are left, giving a less optimistic answer: "We lost half of our drones! Now the entire battlefield intelligence network has collapsed!"
"Hurry up and recover! Take off the spare drone! General Hyde Kanon is waiting for the information summary!" The crying voice of the officer clutching the phone receiver made the atmosphere in the tent even more anxious.
An officer with the rank of colonel on his shoulder walked over, snatched the phone receiver in the other party's hand, and replied in a deep voice: "Your Excellency General, the reconnaissance battalion has no more drones... Yes! Yes... The current battlefield is very chaotic, and we have no way to guarantee follow-up reconnaissance operations."
"The news from the Air Force, the four fighter jets they took off are overlooking the entire battlefield, and the clouds are dense. , I can't see anything clearly." Not far away, an officer raised his arm excitedly, indicating that he had some information here.
The colonel, who was still holding the telephone receiver too late to put it down, was hurriedly asked by Supreme Treasure, "Can we get them closer?"
The one who raised his arm to report Officer shook the head: "No, the Air Force said that there are still thick clouds at the descent level, and they are taking off planes carrying professional reconnaissance pods."
"Let the rocket launcher launch another reconnaissance. Rockets! Try to see if there is a chance to restore the image signal over the battlefield!" The colonel ordered nervously.
"The rocket unit replied that they had just launched a communication-enhancing rocket one minute ago, and it crashed on the barrier formed by space magic..." the officer in charge of liaison replied.
"Then let them fire again!" the Colonel roared desperately.
(end of this chapter)