Chapter 1803: 1804 Letter of Persuasion to Surrender

Chapter 1803: 1804 Letter of Persuasion to Surrender

Chapter 1803 1804 Letter of Persuasion to Surrender

"Those **** intelligence agencies can't do anything at all!" Marshal Flix threw the report in his hand on the table beside him and snorted disdainfully, expressing his dissatisfaction.

In his view, the situation was already very obvious: the Tang Army was planning a counterattack in the Refeng Port area and was preparing to launch an unimaginable scale offensive on the western front.

He was on the front line, so he could clearly feel that the Tang army on the opposite side was ready to move. Even if you sniff your nose casually, you can smell the strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

"It seems that His Majesty is more inclined to distribute the troops evenly in all directions." The staff officer said helplessly to the unhappy marshal: "The north also said that the Tang Army was planning an attack. How could such a thing be possible? The Tang Army was prepared to attack all directions. launch an attack in that direction?”

"Absurd! It's just a joke." Flix roared dissatisfied: "Those intelligence agencies who only know how to mess around will only kill us all!"

After complaining, he also knew that things would not change in a short time. So now all he can do is rely on himself.

"Order the frontline troops to enter the position immediately and let the reserve team be ready! Everyone must be on standby at their posts! I have a hunch that the Tang Army will not give us much time to prepare." After Marshal Flix calmed down, he immediately Strategic deployment began.

Since there will be no large-scale reinforcements coming, now he can only rely on the troops at hand to solve the problem.

The good news is that he has solid defenses built in the past six months based on the original border defense lines. Relying on these fortifications, he would at least have the confidence to persist for a while. As long as the Tang Army started to attack, all judgments would be finalized, and the main direction of the Tang Army's attack would be exposed.

When that time came, although he was passive, he was still sure to hold on until reinforcements arrived. By then, if the Tang army's attack is defeated, the situation should stabilize.

"Yes! Marshal!" His officers immediately went out to deliver the order. The atmosphere in the headquarters was still very solemn. Everyone knew that the Tang Army was about to launch a spring and summer offensive, and a war was inevitable.

Countless elven soldiers carried ammunition and entered the defensive position along the pre-arranged trenches. They didn't know what was going to happen next, and it was obvious that each of them was a little nervous.

The veterans around them all know how powerful the Tang army on the opposite side is, so once this battle starts, someone will die every minute.

"Store ammunition! Save every bullet!" Elf's company commander reminded everyone while buckling the chin strap of his M35 helmet and walking past his soldiers.

The entire position was reinforced with cement, and there was even a wooden cover at the bottom of the trench with drainage ditches underneath. It can be seen that the elves hope to stick here for a while, and they have no intention of giving up easily.

At regular intervals, the trenches had air raid shelters with reinforced tops. Fresh water, food, and extra ammunition are stored inside.

These air-raid shelters are protected by hidden bunkers. Generally, such fortifications are deployed at both ends of the air-raid shelter. This can form crossfire and kill the Tang army on the opposite side as much as possible.

Behind the carefully laid out defensive positions were communication trenches connecting the second trench. In the middle of these communication trenches were concealed mortar and anti-aircraft machine gun positions.

These facilities are covered with camouflage nets to hide them as much as possible to avoid detection by the Tang army. In order to prevent the Tang army's attack, the elves arranged this place into a terrifying fortress.

Each line of defense consists of three trenches, and the real main defense zone is after the two lines of defense. The bunkers there are even reinforced with steel plates and equipped with many concealed anti-tank fire points. Flix did not waste his time, he did everything he could.

It's a pity that everything he did was just useless and expensive decorations in Tang Jun's eyes.

"Marshal! Look at this." An officer handed the colored paper to Flix. On the second day after the elves troops entered the defensive position, Tang Jun sent some leaflets to the elves by projection. Troops at the front collected the pieces of paper and sent them to Flix's headquarters.

Flix took the piece of paper and looked down at it carefully, and found that it was a letter to persuade him to surrender. The above content is also very simple: in front of the powerful Tang Empire, all resistance is in vain. Put down your weapons and go home. The Tang Empire guarantees the safety of all civilians. Those who are stubborn will soon be punished.

"It's just a little trick." Felix threw away the piece of paper. He spent his whole life in the military. If he was convinced by such a few words and then surrendered directly, that would be a real joke.

Although he refused the Tang army's persuasion to surrender, he became interested in these surrender letters: "The other party is eager to send us such things. It seems that our judgment is accurate. They are indeed ready to attack."

Sending him a letter of persuasion to surrender at this time is actually more of a message: We have a sure victory, you'd better surrender quickly.

To Flix, this is arrogance, akin to popping champagne at half-time. If the other party is a little more rational, they should at least wait until they have an advantage after the fight begins. It's obviously too early to figure it out now.

At this moment, in the headquarters of the Tang Army's 1st Group Army, Hogg smiled and put the document in his hand on the table: "How is it? Have you sent it to our opponent?"

The officer standing in front of him nodded and replied: "Sent over! A total of 10,000. It is estimated that samples have been sent to Flix by now."

"Yes, we are old acquaintances with him. We must give him a chance to surrender before hammering him..." Hogg was very satisfied with his bad taste. He stood up and ordered: "Prepare the car. Go to the front line! In addition...inform all units...the attack has begun!"

He didn't mind exposing his attack time at all, because if the elves mobilized their forces to target the 1st Army, it would be equivalent to weakening the defense in other directions. In fact, for the Tang Army, which was fully attacking, the result was the same. No matter where the opponent sticks to, other places will lose sight of the other, eventually leading to a complete defeat.

On the wide front of tens of kilometers, the artillerymen of the Tang Army, who had been prepared for a long time, removed the camouflage nets covering the artillery.

One by one, the self-propelled artillery began to raise their barrels. The artillerymen who were waiting carefully loaded the heavy shells into the barrel, closed the breech, and waited for the final order.

The soldiers of the Tang Empire were ready. They could move forward at any time and rush towards the enemy's position.

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"The artillery position is ready! Open fire at any time!" A rich male voice came from the radio, echoing in the makeshift command post.

"The Air Force has arrived in the scheduled airspace and is ready to provide support at any time!" Another voice was also full of excitement and expectation, indicating that the battle was about to begin. "The armored troops are in position, waiting for the order for the general attack!" came the third voice, with a hint of impatient eagerness to make achievements on the battlefield.

Reports came one after another via radio into this simple but tense headquarters. The commanders of the Tang Army gathered around a huge sand table, and everyone's face was filled with the confidence of a winner.

On the sand table, there are models representing the military strength of both sides arranged in an orderly manner. The blue ones represent the elf army, and the red ones represent the Tang army. Although there does not seem to be much red, everyone knows the little red flags. What a terrifying power it represents. .

A huge military map hangs on the wall of the headquarters, with lines and symbols of various colors marking the troop deployments, attack routes and defenses of both sides.

Next to the map, several staff members were busy nervously, constantly adding the latest battle situation information to the map.

Outside the window of the command headquarters, there is a vast plain, with rolling mountains vaguely visible in the distance. There is still unmelted snow on the top of the mountain, shining silver in the sun.

Several unknown birds flew across the sky, and their chirping sounded particularly clear on the silent battlefield.

A Tang Army general was wearing a straight military uniform and a shining medal on his chest. He held his baton tightly, pointed at the position on the sand table that represented the Elf Defense Line, and coldly issued an order: "Tell the artillerymen to give them In five minutes, I want the elf on the opposite side to feel what it means to have enough ammunition!"

"Yes!" After receiving the order, a messenger immediately turned around and ran out of the headquarters to convey the general's order to the artillery unit.

Five minutes later, the thundering sound of artillery resounded throughout the battlefield. Countless cannonballs, carrying the breath of death, landed on the elves' position.

The Tang army carefully prepared for artillery fire. It seems that people have forgotten how terrifying this kind of thing is. The Tang Empire had not used such cruel tactics for a long time, and this time the bombardment lasted for a long time.

Countless cannonballs fell on the Elf defensive positions, the thick smoke covered the sky, and a series of explosions were shocking. The Elf soldiers who were lucky enough to survive felt that they were in hell. They cried out as the shells exploded, scurried around, and struggled in vain.

It was only at this moment that the Elf front-line commanders realized that the Tang army did not often prepare artillery fire just because they felt it was unnecessary. Once the Tang Army felt that intensive firepower was needed, they would obviously invest sufficient artillery.

At this time, the elves finally remembered that the country with the largest steel production in the world and the largest number of cannonballs seemed to be opposite them!

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After the artillery preparations were made, the Tang army's attack began. On a position where the elves were defending, a battle broke out between the two sides.

An Elf No. 4 tank that came to support was blasted through by the Type 96 main battle tank of the Tang Dynasty. The tank members were killed and engulfed by the explosion before they could climb out of the tank.

On a position filled with gunpowder smoke, this Type 96 main battle tank, which had just penetrated the opponent and killed everyone, ran over the trench with its wide tracks.

Behind it was an infantry fighting vehicle, the turret on the tank was spitting out tongues of fire. Tracer bullets hit like raindrops near the bunker that had been firing just now. The white smoke aroused engulfed the perforations, causing the bunker to disappear temporarily.

Tang Jun, who was following the armored body, hunched over and carried an assault rifle as he ran past quickly. They jumped into the trenches and quickly cleared out the remaining elven soldiers in the trenches with grenades and assault rifles.

The main gun on the infantry fighting vehicle fired at the suppressed bunker. The 100mm low-pressure gun directly hit the target and blew off the top of the bunker.

Under the cover of the Type 96 tanks, the Tang Army, which took the lead in attacking, crossed the first line of defense of the coalition forces and destroyed various obstacles set up by the coalition forces.

Behind the battle line, dozens of self-propelled artillery roared, and 155mm howitzer shells hit the coalition positions.

The Elf's M35 steel helmet rolled on the ground, and the broken limbs that were blown away by the grenade fell with the gravel and soil. The Elf troops in the trench collapsed.

The ground covered with bullet casings shook slightly as the shells fell. On the second coalition position, nervous elven soldiers were waiting for the arrival of the Tang army.

"Is the first line of defense over?" The elf commander put down the telescope in his hand and asked anxiously.

His location was a camouflaged observation post, built of logs and soil. A camouflage net was hung around the post in an attempt to hide at the edge of the dense forest.

Even though this place is still far away from the battlefield, the violent explosions and deafening gunfire still make this simple observation post tremble slightly.

The elf's commander could clearly smell the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, mixed with earth and the faint smell of fresh blood... This smell made him feel slightly nauseous.

The scene he just saw through the telescope was as horrifying as the end of the world: the originally lush forest was torn apart by artillery fire, and the trees broke and collapsed, exposing the charred trunks; the carefully constructed fortifications of the coalition forces were blown to pieces, and the barbed wire and anti-tank cones were blown to pieces. Roadblocks were scattered all over the place; the elven soldiers who had once hidden in the trenches were now running around in panic, their bodies covered with mud and blood, their faces full of fear and despair.

The Tang Empire's artillery fire preparations were so fierce that he even began to doubt whether there were any surviving Elf soldiers on the front line.

Although he tried hard to see the situation ahead clearly, the diffuse smoke and the light of artillery fire prevented him from peeking at the first line of defense.

He could only vaguely see that the enemy's steel torrent was like a flood that burst a dam, rushing unstoppably towards him.

"Yes, sir. The first line of defense is over! The 1st Regiment's position has been lost!" his adjutant replied regretfully after putting down the phone.

"I hope we can last longer than them." The elf commander muttered. He was really not sure how long he could hold on to the position. It might be one hour, it might be two hours, who knows.

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