Chapter 1672
My Empire Chapter 1672
2021-10-15
Chapter 1672 1674 SwingWhen the Imperial Family Guards 1st Fleet of the Alanhill Empire flanked the When the guard fleet of the front was stretched, the pressure came to the guard's side.
The premise of Sorens' decision to send more fleets and lengthen the front is that he saw that the Alanhill Imperial fleet had not been put into a new Combat Unit for a long time.
At that time, not only him, but also most of the high-level commanders of the Watchers thought that the Alanhill Empire had lost its strength.
However, when they dispatched their fleet and began to try to detour the flanks, making the situation of the Alanhill Imperial fleet even worse, they ran into the Imperial Family 1st Guards fleet led by General Buttoria head-on.
This left Sorens and his men at a loss, as their previous attempt to bring down the Alanhill Imperial fleet in one fell swoop seemed to have failed.
The current situation is that they actively expand the front line, so that their losses are also passively increased.
Although they have an absolute advantage in force, they don't care about the huge losses at this time.
But they didn't dare to continue to expand the front, because if the losses continued to increase, no one could guarantee that the opposing Alanhill Empire would still be able to hold on.
It really made the Alanhill Empire hold on, this time because of the all-round attack launched by the Oracle, wouldn't it be lost?
Who can afford to lose a decisive battle at the command of God? Don't say that God will not pursue it or not, even if you have to weigh yourself up, right? Losing face is a small thing, but if you miss the great cause of God, you will die.
At this moment, a watchman commander is gnashing teeth, eager to bite the Alanhill Imperial fleet on the opposite side.
He clenched his fists and said bitterly: "There is still such a fleet hidden behind him? It seems that this enemy commander is also a very determined guy! He actually kept pressing down. My own reserve team is only used now."
Beside him, another caretaker was also ugly complexion, and said coldly: "These damned guys, can't they be obediently and honestly Are you dead? Why do you have to struggle!"
Sorrens didn't speak in the crowd, just looked at the projection, the images of the troops on both flanks being frustrated one after another, and seemed a little lost for a while .
The current situation is that the Alanhill Empire is still playing well on both flanks, which makes the guards who have invested a huge amount of troops very uncomfortable.
On one side, the new Gundam troops of the Alanhill Empire cut into the battlefield, and the Warden fleet here suffered heavy losses. Rather than saying that they were still attacking, it would be better to say that they sacrificed the fleet on this side and used the offensive to drag the elite of the Alanhill Empire.
On the other side, the extended fleet, which had high hopes, was also blocked. Although there is no danger of destruction, it is a fact that the victory cannot be expanded.
The piercing tactics in the middle did not work, and the tactics of flanking the flanks also fell into a stalemate. The tactical arrangements of the watchmen commanders failed to work one after another, which seemed to indicate that this battle was not like them. As imagined, the victory is in hand.
"Complaining doesn't solve the problem! What we're thinking about now is how can we open up the situation!" a Warden commander reminded his colleagues to focus on what was useful.
Besides him, several Warden commanders were whispering, seemingly discussing how to change tactics and regain their advantage.
To be honest, although there have been countless years in the entire universe, the Guardians also lack the experience of commanding a large army of this level.
In previous wars, they only needed to assemble a small number of troops, and they could easily defeat their opponents by relying on the ability of self-replication.
At that time, they were invincible existences, even a low-level commander who died in battle was a terrifying existence that could destroy civilization.
But now, in the face of an advanced civilization that has a large number of planets, mines a large amount of resources, and combines magic and science and technology, their past set is a bit insufficient.
The Alanhill Empire also has numerous fleets, with a powerful martial power that can rival the Watchers, and the war has thus risen to a level that the Watchers have never touched.
At this level, there is no good way for the guards to mobilize the troops according to their previous experience.
In fact, at the strategic level, the command and dispatch of such a huge battle is also complicated.
As the so-called Return to the Natural State, such a large number of troops In a face-to-face decisive battle, there is really no trick to play. It is nothing more than setting an attack method, and then the troops collide together. The competition is that the logistics supply is the military reserve, not some fancy skills.
Similar to the kind of miraculous thing that the bald Principal personally micro-manipulates, it is unlikely to appear in the battle in front of him.
"Look left and right, there is really no other way." A watcher commander said to Sorens: "It's nothing more than three choices."
He pointed to the edge of the battlefield and opened his mouth to express his opinion: "One is to continue to expand the length of the contact front, grit your teeth and insist, and see if the opponent collapses first, or we run out of troops first."
"The other is similar, keep the current state, wait for the result quietly, and see who can't hold on first." Seeing that no one spoke, he could only continue to say: "After all, nothing has changed, and it is also One option."
"The Third Type solution is to increase the strength of the central breakthrough and return to the piercing tactics!" After a pause, he also said the Third Type choice, and finished After that, he closed his mouth and waited for Sorens to choose.
Sorens also knew that in the current state, these tactics were all he could choose. As for those complicated tricks, in front of such a huge army, they are all jokes.
Continuing to expand the front line means even greater risk, and it is also the easiest way to decide the winner.
It's nothing more than double the bet to see who runs out of chips on the table first. At this time, the competition is the capital in the hand, and it has nothing to do with the luck of the trump card.
This choice was also the favorite choice for the guards in the past - because they knew better than anyone else that they must have more chips in their hands than their opponents! Lots, lots, lots!
But nowadays, in the face of the Alanhill Empire, many caretakers do not have such confidence, so there is hesitation in their choice.
May not even feel it themselves, in terms of confidence, they have been influenced by the mighty Alanhill Empire and are starting to worry about gains and losses.
If you don't move, you will be passive when you wait for a result, and the battle will continue like this.
Although the final result is more persistent than anyone else, it is completely different in nature. This choice may passively lengthen the duration of the battle, and the extension of time also represents an increase in changes!
There is change, or the possibility of more change, which in itself is a gamble. Because no one can say well, who will benefit from the changes that will occur in the next second.
Perhaps, wait passively, and soon the Alanhill Empire will collapse due to the lack of troops.
But in the same way, maybe after passive waiting, more reinforcements from the Alanhill Empire and more stable defense lines of the Alanhill Empire are waiting!
In short, this kind of waiting is passive, and it is the luck of both parties. Equivalent to everyone stud pushes all the chips on the table, and then waits for the cards to be dealt to see who will get a straight flush and who will get four aces.
Although the third option is essentially the same as the first option, only the direction in which troops are invested has changed, but the meaning represented by it is completely different.
It can be said that the third option represents the decision maker's hesitation, indicating that the decision maker is indecisive.
Repeatedly modifying the key areas of attack is the most direct manifestation of repeatedly overturning one's original policy and doubting about one's own decision-making.
As a commander, the hesitation and repetition at this time actually means losing control over the situation. He doesn't know what method to use to win the victory that belongs to him.
Finally, in hesitation, Sorens made up his mind. He opened his mouth to instructed his men: "Keep the status quo first! Then dispatch two fleets to press them up! Seek a breakthrough in the middle!"
"Yes!" Now that there is an order, the guards do not Confused, the commander immediately led the way, and then the two fleets continued to press forward, and continued to storm the Defensive Array of the Alanhill Empire regardless of the losses.
In fact, Sorens' decision cannot be said to be wrong. Although he hesitated, although he lost confidence in the previous decision, his decision still has an effect.
The first point is that the frontal fleet of the Alanhill Empire, that is, the rear of the Empire's 1st and 2nd fleets, is indeed out of troops.
Launs overwhelmed the last of his reserves, removing the threat from the flank, while also using the last of his formed reserves.
At this moment, he has no extra troops to reinforce any direction on the front.
Therefore, when Sorens ordered to change the focus of the attack, and once again mobilized troops to try to penetrate the front of the Alanhill Empire's defense line, Laurens could only insist helplessly with the troops in his hand.
No matter how many losses, no matter how the entire line of defense is on the verge of collapse, he can only persevere, unable to move.
Because there is no mobile force, all he can do is wait. The initiative rests with the guards, but the guards themselves don't know it.
In the bridge of the battleship Serris, Laurens looked at the enemy fleet that was already close at hand, and had not spoken for a long time to issue a transfer order.
All staff officers, including the Chief of Staff, have not had a heated discussion of tactical responses for a while.
Everything they can do has been done, and now the only thing left is the boring and long wait. Waiting for the enemy's attack to change, waiting for...the collapse of one's own side.
"General Bakarov called, the 2nd Fleet suffered heavy losses, two squadrons have been wiped out, and the other two suffered heavy losses and almost lost their combat capability." A liaison officer, Once again, bad news came.
In the past half hour, none of the messages he sent were good. Either a telegram for help or a report reporting the damage.
The replenishment fleet that has finally arrived at the front line is basically replenished to the front line troops as soon as they arrive.
Even so, the rate of replenishment is far from keeping up with the rate of battleship losses. The fleet defense line of the Alanhill Empire is thinning a little bit, a little bit sparser.
Although there are thousands of total support, such changes cannot be directly seen for a while, but such changes are indeed happening little by little.
Finally, Laurens also felt that the pressure was too great, and he couldn't hold it anymore. He turned around and asked a question that betrayed his inner anxiety at this moment: "Where is the Imperial Family 2nd Fleet?"
"There are still about 20 minutes to reach the scheduled area." The chief of staff, who kept the location of the reinforcement fleet in mind, and kept plotting against it, immediately replied without looking at the holographic map.
The speed with which he answered questions also showed what he had been thinking about, which was also the time when the reinforcements arrived.
Hearing the chief of staff's answer, one of the staff members whispered to his colleagues in a irritable voice: "Wait 20 minutes? If the enemy continues to increase troops to the flank, we will collapse after 20 minutes. !"
"There is no way... this is already the fastest speed. The distance is so close, using space jump will affect the charging of the magic defense barrier, and also affect the output power of the main engine, which is more than the gain." His colleague explained in a low voice.
"When they arrived, we all collapsed. Wouldn't this be more worth the loss?" The staff officer also held back for a long time, and said with a gun and a stick.
"That's right, but there are other aspects to consider." Another staff officer explained.
After explaining, he encouraged the other party again: "The good news is that in the following time, the enemy did not try to continue to expand the contact front, but in turn strengthened the frontal attack force."
"What are they doing over and over again?" the irritable staff officer asked in confusion, not knowing whether he was asking himself or others.
"Perhaps, it is pulling us, seeking to break through our weak link in the pulling." Behind him, someone guessed.
The staff officer turned his head and looked towards the other party: "But they obviously will break down as long as they continue to expand the front."
The man spread his hands: "The key is that they I don't know."
"This kind of battle in which we are all loopholes is really annoying!" The young staff officer, who felt that extending his head was a knife, and shrinking his head was a knife, continued to be irritable, looking forward to it. Results came quickly.
He couldn't take it anymore, and felt that instead of hanging like this, it would be better to quickly decide the winner and loser.
Someone sighed and sighed: "It's been a miracle that we can persist until now! If the enemy hadn't made mistakes, we should have been defeated three hours ago."
"Hopefully, luck can always be on our side!" The chief of staff, who heard the muttering of the staff, didn't know who he was praying to.
(end of this chapter)