1154 Chaos at the Front

Many officers of the Alan Hill Empire actually don't know how to fight, and even some senior officers don't know how to fight.

In the past, war was a mysterious skill that not many people could master. It was not a boast. In fact, commanding war was almost the exclusive skill of nobles in the past.

To become a qualified general, you basically need to spend your life, use real actual combat, and combine a large number of ancestral military documents to pile them up day after day.

It's a pity that the generals, officers, and even soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire did not receive such treatment.

After all, it has only been nine years since the rise of the Alan Hill Empire until now! During these nine years, although Alan Hill has been fighting, there are not many bloody battles in the true sense.

A large number of generals of the Alan Hill Empire are actually very elegant. They quickly graduated from the military academy, and then they were assigned to the army just like a clerk, and worked hard in their posts for wages.

Some of them face a computer every day, change some data in the above form, then print it out, submit the report to the officer in another department for signature, and then dispatch the officer of the third department to check in the barracks For the remaining materials, check whether the quantity can be matched with the account...

This kind of thing, ten years ago, could not be called a war. Such a person could not be called an officer at that time.

But now, such a person can even have the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulders. From enlistment to retirement, he may not have even touched a gun once--there must be shooting training, just firing at the enemy, just unlikely...

There is nothing wrong with this situation in the logistics troops, but the frontline combat troops of the Alan Hill Empire, in fact, many officers and soldiers are not very good at fighting.

In the era when they joined the army and went to the front line, the war has become another look. The battle started by the Alan Hill Empire has long been very different from the past.

The commanders no longer have to rack their brains to imagine what kind of conspiracy the enemy is going to use. The large-scale detour of the cavalry and the large-scale transfer of supplies will all be detected by the air and satellite surveillance of the Alan Hill Empire.

For these commanders, the tactics that the enemy commanders racked their brains to come up with were no longer secrets almost the moment they were implemented.

Staff departments at all levels will clearly analyze the enemy's movement goals, and rely on computers to clearly predict the enemy's most likely tactical arrangements.

And then what? The military chief held a large pile of documents, photos and maps that had been touched by countless people, and gave orders to mobilize his own army and launch the most reasonable response.

If this can be defeated, it is almost unreasonable-not to mention, the front-line combat troops of the Alan Hill Empire have already opened a huge gap with their opponents.

It is simply a gap that cannot be chased! The soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire held automatic weapons in their hands, wore bulletproof vests, and wore steel helmets. They enjoyed the best supplies and could call for the most powerful fire support.

Even they no longer have to go to the front line to fight in person. UAVs and missiles can destroy the enemy's defense line, making the opponent panic all day long. When the ground troops arrive, they are basically in the state of being surrendered and traveling.

Therefore, when the battle broke out on the outskirts of Whithorn, the space began to shatter, the drones suffered heavy losses, and most of them lost control, the ground forces of the Irish Empire were a little at a loss.

A battalion commander couldn't get the battlefield information fed back from the front-line drones, so he grabbed the phone in a daze and asked his superiors if he wanted to continue the attack.

His superior was also extremely depressed, because he couldn't confirm the battlefield environment at all, so he didn't dare to let his troops react excessively. In the end, he could only contact the division headquarters and call for useless fire support.

Countless rockets hit the distorted space wall, and the smoke from the explosion made the entire battlefield look like the end of the world.

However, useful news still hasn't been sent back at all.

"Hello? Hello! The two A-10 fighter jets of the Air Force have lost contact! I want to know where they crashed! This is a follow-up to the search! Yes! Yes! What are you doing? You don't know?" A liaison officer In the makeshift tent, he kept yelling at the phone.

On the other side of the phone, the commander of the air force was also in a disheartened state: "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 affiliated with the military department continued to ask.

"Space magic has cut off the signal source, we have already lost dozens of drones!" When the commander over there mentioned this, he became even more depressed.

"Who has the battlefield image of the drone?" On the other side, an officer covered the phone receiver and shouted to his colleagues in the entire headquarters.

"The drones of the third battalion are still in contact, but there is no way to observe the situation on the battlefield! The drone reconnaissance team of the 2nd battalion on the front line can't be contacted." An officer was anxiously investigating how many unmanned scouts they had left machine, and gave a not-so-optimistic answer: "We lost half of our drones! Now the entire battlefield intelligence network has collapsed!"

"Recover quickly! Take off the spare drone! General Heidi Canon is waiting for the intelligence summary!" The mourning voice of the officer holding 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 receiver from the other party's hand, and replied in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, 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."

"According to the news from the Air Force, the four fighter jets they took off are overlooking the entire battlefield. The clouds are so dense that they can't see anything clearly." Not far away, an officer raised his arm excitedly, indicating that he has some information here.

The colonel, who was still holding the phone receiver and couldn't put it down in time, quickly asked, "Can you get them closer?"

The officer who raised his arm and reported shook his head: "No, the news from the Air Force said that there are still dense clouds at the descending altitude, and they are taking off the plane carrying a professional reconnaissance pod."

"Let the rocket artillery unit launch another scout rocket! Try to see if there is a chance to restore the image signal over the battlefield!" The colonel ordered nervously.

"The rocket force replied that they had just launched a communication reinforcement rocket a minute ago, and it crashed on the barrier formed by space magic..." The officer in charge of the contact replied.

"Then let them launch it again!" the colonel roared desperately.

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