Chapter 1417
My Empire Chapter 1417
2021-03-09
Chapter 1417 Can 1419 do it?His fingers finally stopped on the Cambridge of the Sword God Sect : "In this way, we can stop most of the Sword God Sect people before they retreat near the bridge! According to our estimates, there are about 1.1 to 1.3 million enemy troops who will be surrounded by us."
Having said that, it is the tactical level he is familiar with. So he also spoke more fluently and confidently: "Don't say that the winter of this planet is coming soon, just from the consumption of supplies and the state of these 'armies', at that time, in addition to surrendering, they will There's no choice."
"Go on!" Nodded appreciatively, Modler affirmed Burrison's plan.
The affirmed Burrison continued to play: "If you're going to do something more extreme, then let the airborne troops take Cambridge! In front of our special forces, the enemy will not even counterattack. What is the effect."
"It's a bit risky." Nodded by Mordrel's indifferent expression, he is more interested in the second plan.
He originally thought that the soldiers were very fast, and he preferred to use his own mobile advantages to fight large-scale mobile warfare and encirclement and annihilation warfare.
"But the danger is greater than the benefit... About 1.5 million Sword God Sect troops and at least 800,000 wounded will be left on this planet. These are all prisoners, and they can also be dispersed and absorbed. population." Burrison defended his plan, then felt a little rude and changed the subject: "When the time comes, the Nine Nether faction is busy enough... They only have more than 3,000 people, and now they want to receive More than 1 million prisoners..."
"Leave them alone, our battle plan must be finalized as soon as possible! My opinion is that the two plans should be implemented together! The ground troops are under your own command, and the airborne troops are under your own command. Leave it to Harold..." Mordelair said swiftly and decisively.
"You need to use the fastest speed to advance to Holy Sect City, and then go south to meet the imperial paratroopers who are alone in depth." He pointed to Burrisson and gave the battle order: "This is more secure, When your troops reach Cambridge, that's when the enemy is in complete despair!"
"The paratroopers need to block the enemy's retreat, build a defensive line near Cambridge, and try to keep all the enemies behind. On this planet." Then he made another gesture and pressed it near Cambridge.
"What if the paratroopers are attacked by the enemy? On the other side of Cambridge, when the reinforcements from the Sword God Sect come out, things will be troublesome." Burrison suddenly thought of a question and asked nervously. road.
"So we have to use the most elite special forces to cooperate with the interstellar paratroopers! Call Harold, and I will personally deploy the task for him." Mordelil, laughed, said: "You It's great to be able to think of this problem!"
Then he patted Burrison's shoulder: "The key to this plan lies in your troops! You must use the fastest time to break through the Holy Sect city defense line, rush Near Cambridge! Then the paratroopers will be in no danger!"
"General! I will arrive on time to meet Harold!" Burrisson assured very solemnly.
"Go!" Burrisson had originally asked Harold to call, but he said a few more words, and Mordelier signaled to the other party again.
Berryson stood at attention and said goodbye loudly: "As you order! General! Long live the Alanhill Empire!"
"Long live Emperor Your Majesty! Carry out the order!" Modal replied After a military salute, I turned back to look at the map.
Of course, the Second Elder Han old woman, the liaison officer of the Nine Nether faction who was sitting in the corridor in a daze, did not know of their conversation.
She was still watching a few sappers connect the light and network cables without knowing what to do. She felt that this kind of work was boring, and she didn't know what the meaning of this kind of work was.
However, she had nothing to do anyway, so she boredly watched the two sappers in front of her doing boring things. She watched the other party pull over the coils of wires, plug them together, and put them into the angle between the ground and the wall.
Afterwards, a person used a foaming agent similar to quick-drying cement to smear a slope on the corner of the wall to protect these later installed lines.
The substance seems to be drying fast, and the place where the two people first sprayed the protective foam is now very hard.
The old woman Han saw Burrisson walking out of the Conference Hall and walking towards the end of the corridor. Under the soft light, the burly body looked mighty.
In an open space not far from the side of the headquarters, the four engines of a Z-30 transport plane have been adjusted to a vertical angle. The jet plume blew up dust on the ground, and some surrounding communication antennas swayed back and forth in the wind.
Berryson squinted as he waited for the plane to approach the ground, and then he saw Harold who came back without even taking off the powered outer skeleton.
"Sir!" As soon as Harold stepped out of the plane, he saw Burrison, and he came to salute, his voice a little small in the rumbling sound of the jet engine: "Nice to meet you. !"
"The general is waiting for you!" Burrisson didn't talk nonsense, but grabbed Harold's wrist and pulled him to the direction of the headquarters.
Harold walked forward, asking as he walked, "What's the matter? Have a mission?"
"Yes! You and your people, get everything ready... ... in a few hours, the Air Force will cover you to Cambridge in the Sword God Sect!" Burrison replied without looking back.
"...Ha!" Harold was stunned for a moment after hearing the mission order, and then suddenly said, "It's really an exciting mission."
At the same time, a lady officer invited Mrs. Second Elder Old Han to the Conference Hall. She looked a little nervously at the huge map in front of her, and waited curiously for Mordelair to speak.
Maudelaire didn't make her wait too long. When she turned around and saw her entering the room, she said, "Introduce myself, I'm the front-line commander-in-chief of the Empire, Mordelair! I know you very well. Glad, ma'am."
He pointed to the map with a faint smile on his face. But his words made Old Han so shocked that he almost sat on the ground.
Just listen to Mordelair saying: "I hope that in the next month, your Nine Nether faction will be ready to receive about 1 million or more... the captives of the Sword God Sect, Can it be done?"
"I, I didn't understand...you, what did you say?" Second Elder, who was seriously suspicious of his hallucinations, asked tentatively.
"I said, in the next month, can you be ready to take 1 million prisoners? God Sword God Sect! prisoners!" Mordrel raised his voice and repeated , the question that the old woman didn't know how to answer.
(end of this chapter)