One Thousand Four Hundred and Forty-Three Directly South

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The door of a large armored command vehicle parked on the side of the road was pulled open from the outside. As soon as a man in a bulletproof vest and camouflage military uniform entered the door, he threw his helmet on the map-strewn floor with a bang. On the table.

He sat down on the opposite side of Borisen, and complained: "Damn it, Borisen, you don't know that the wounded of the Heavenly Sword Sect who surrendered now are our worst enemies."

"Blocked the road again?" Burison was looking at the dynamic display map of the battlefield on the display. On the map there, a section of the road was already displayed in red. This means that that section of the road has been completely blocked, and heavy vehicles cannot pass at all.

"Yeah, it's blocked again! The tanks of the 3rd Division are congested on the road, and their 2nd Regiment has already started to detour." The head of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Division grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the side of the helmet and unscrewed it. He gulped down the cap and threw the empty bottle into a trash can at his feet.

This place is like a small room, comfortable and warm. Although winter is approaching, the temperature in the carriage is still very pleasant because of the warm wind.

"The people from the Nine Serenity Sect do not recommend bombing the Holy Church City. When they knew that there were hundreds of thousands of wounded there, they thought that these wounded could be absorbed and become prisoners." The group leader saw the bottle fall into the trash can , continued to speak: "Those wounded are indeed surrendering in large numbers...but because of these prisoners, we have to slow down a little bit."

"The battle has only started for four hours...the speed has slowed down?" Burrison asked with a smile.

"Yes, we have completed 40% of the scheduled plan. It stands to reason that we are actually ahead of the schedule, but we have not completed the task, which makes people feel a little worried." The head of the 1st regiment stroked the forehead on his forehead. Short hair said.

After finishing his hair, the head of the 1st regiment asked again: "How is the situation in Cambridge?"

"The battle over there is very intense, and the supplies can't keep up because of too much consumption." Burrison replied, "So we have to hold on tighter here."

"I'm going back to the front line right now, don't take any prisoners, give me an hour, and I'll push into the city!" The head of the 1st regiment stood up as he said that, and wanted to go to the front line to supervise the battle in person.

"You can go there for a while." Burrison nodded and said, "However, don't be too anxious, because we still have time!"

As he said, he pointed to the corner of the map: "Before, we were afraid that the opponent would strengthen the defense of the holy city, and the troops on the two wings would remain static. In this way, we would have to take down the holy city before we could go south. Push in the direction of Cambridge."

"Otherwise, the enemy forces on the two wings will threaten our transportation and supply lines." He gestured to the left and right: "However, before our pincer attack was launched, the enemy withdrew its troops from the two wings."

Having said that, Burrison moved the markings on both sides of the map to the holy city in the middle: "The threat from the two wings no longer exists, so although the holy city has become more difficult to chew, after we go around, there is no Enemy forces on both flanks are threatening our supply lines."

"You mean..." The head of the 1st Regiment looked at the map, squinting his eyes and seemed to realize something: "The threat of the enemy troops on the periphery has decreased?"

"That's right! We can now bypass the holy city, build a temporary supply line, and advance directly to the south!" Borisen confirmed the guess of the head of the 1st regiment.

Although the threat still exists, it has indeed been infinitely reduced-under such circumstances, it is indeed more time-saving to divide a force and go directly south than to storm the holy city.

"However, what if the enemies in the Holy Church rush out?" the head of the 1st regiment suddenly asked.

"Push it out?" Burrison smirked, and then looked at the head of the 1st regiment without saying a word.

The group leader suddenly came to his senses, slapped his thigh and said with a smile: "Ha! I'm still waiting for him to come out to find us! They can still fight for a while in the city,

I can end the battle in an hour if I save it! "

"You're right! If they pounce, they'll hit us!" Burrison took out another bottle of mineral water from the plastic box in the corner, handed it to the head of the 1st regiment, and unscrewed a bottle to drink. He took a sip: "Go! Hand over to the 2nd regiment and let them go south!"

"I'll arrange the distribution of supply transportation here first. If possible, I'll find them two helicopters to strengthen the transportation of supplies." Burrison screwed the cap on the bottle, ready to see off the passengers.

"Okay!" The head of the 1st regiment, who had enough rest and discussed a new tactic, stood up, picked up his helmet from the table, put it on his head, and shook the mineral water in his hand: "Let's go!" Already!"

He and Burrison are only temporary subordinates. In theory, he is the head of the 1st Regiment of the 1st Armored Division of the Expeditionary Force, and he is directly under the command of the 1st Armored Division. But now his regiment is also fighting in Burrison. One of the troops of the group, so he obeyed Burrison's dispatch first.

It's just because both of them have the rank of school officer, so there is no difference between superior and subordinate, so meeting is more casual.

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On the other side, on the battlefield, the hundreds of Tianjian Shenzong wounded who had just been sent to the battlefield, their bodies still wrapped in gauze bandages, raised their hands to the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire.

"We surrender!" "Don't kill me! We surrender!" One after another voices sounded on the battlefield, and then began to spread and expand.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect outside the city raised their hands and surrendered, making their choice to save their lives.

Accompanied by such one after another surrenders, the originally fierce battle outside the holy city, from the direction of Hammer Fall Mountain to the flank of the holy city, the gunshots in the entire war zone became sparse.

The swordsmen of Tianjian Shenzong were overwhelmed, and finally began to surrender on a large scale. The main reason why they surrendered so resolutely was because they saw that the wounded were also sent back to the battlefield.

For them, this is a kind of despair. A kind of hopelessness that cannot be relieved and is bound to die. Under this enormous pressure, these already exhausted disciples of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect finally began to collapse.

As if contagious, those who surrendered followed each other, group after group. Groups of people raised their hands and gave up the fight. The fierce battle outside the holy city ended at an exaggerated and unimaginable speed.