One Thousand Six Hundred and Seventy-Four Swings
When the 1st Fleet of the Royal Guards of the Alan Hill Empire blocked the Watcher Fleet who wanted to stretch the front line on the flanks, the pressure came to the Watcher's side.
The premise of Sorens' decision to send more fleets to lengthen the battle line was because he saw that the Alan Hill Empire fleet had not invested in new combat troops for a long time.
At that time, not only him, but most of the senior commanders of the watchmen believed that the Alan Hill Empire was weak.
However, when they dispatched the fleet and began to try to turn the flanks to make the situation of the Irish Empire Fleet worse, they bumped head-on into the 1st Fleet of the Royal Guards led by General Butoria.
This made Sorens and his men a little confused, because their previous attempt to destroy the Irish Empire fleet seemed to have failed.
The current situation is that they have actively expanded their battle lines, and their losses have also passively increased.
Although they have an absolute advantage in military strength, they don't care about the huge loss in front of them at this time.
But they don't dare to continue to expand the front line, because if the losses continue to increase, no one can guarantee whether the Alan Hill Empire on the opposite side will still be able to hold on.
It really made the Alan Hill Empire hold on, this time because of the all-out attack launched by the oracle, wouldn't it be lost?
Who can take responsibility for losing the decisive battle that was launched under the command of God? Not to mention whether God pursues or not, even you have to weigh it, right? Losing face is a small thing, but missing God's great cause is really nothing to redeem.
At this moment, a watchman commander is gnashing his teeth, wishing he could crush the Alan Hill Empire fleet on the opposite side.
He clenched his fists and said bitterly: "There is such a fleet hidden behind? It seems that this enemy commander is also a guy with full determination! He has been suppressing his own reserve team, until now Just use it."
Beside him, another watchman also had an ugly expression, and said coldly: "These damned guys, can't they die honestly? Why are they struggling!"
Sorens was in the crowd and didn't speak. He just looked at the images of the troops on both wings being frustrated one after another on the projection, and seemed to be in a daze for a while.
The current situation is that the Alan Hill Empire is still fighting well on both wings, which makes the watchmen who have invested a huge amount of troops very uncomfortable.
On one side, the cutting-edge Gundam troops of the Alan Hill Empire entered the battlefield, and the Guardian fleet here suffered heavy losses. Rather than saying that they are still attacking, it is better to say that they sacrificed the fleet on this side and used the offensive to drag the elite of the Alan Hill 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 results of the battle cannot be expanded.
The piercing tactics in the middle did not work, and the tactics of outflanking the two wings also fell into a stalemate. The tactical arrangements of the watchman commanders failed to work one after another, which seemed to indicate that the battle was not as sure as they imagined.
"Complaining can't solve the problem! What we have to think about now is how to open up the situation!" A watchman commander reminded his colleagues to focus on useful aspects.
Beside him, several watchman commanders were whispering, seemingly discussing how to change tactics and regain the advantage.
To be honest, although there have been countless years in the entire universe, the Watchers also lack the experience of commanding large armies 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, and even a low-level commander who died in battle would be a terrifying existence that could destroy civilization.
But now, facing an advanced civilization that has a large number of planets, exploited massive resources, and combined magic and science and technology, what they used to do in the past is not enough.
The Alan Hill Empire also has countless fleets, and possesses a powerful force that can resist the watchman, so the war has risen to a level that even the watchman has never touched.
At this level, the watchman has no good way, but can only mobilize troops according to previous experience.
In fact, from a strategic point of view, the command and dispatch of such a large-scale battle cannot be complicated.
As the so-called return to basics, such a large number of troops in a face-to-face decisive battle really can't play any tricks. It is nothing more than setting an attack method, and then the troops will collide together. The competition is the logistics supply and the reserve of troops, not any fancy skills.
It is unlikely that such miraculous things as the bald headmaster personally performing micromanagement will appear in the battle before him.
"Look left and right, there is actually no other way." A watchman commander said to Thorens: "It's nothing more than a choice between three choices."
He pointed to the edge of the battlefield, and said his opinion: "One is to continue to expand the length of the contact front, grit your teeth and see if the opponent collapses first, or we run out of troops first."
"The other one 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 changes, it is also a choice. "
"The third way is to increase the strength of the central breakthrough and return to the piercing tactics!" After a pause, he also said the third option, and then he closed his mouth and waited. Lance trades off.
Sorens also knew that in the current state, the only options he could choose were these tactics. As for those complicated tricks, they are all jokes in front of such a huge force.
Continuing to expand the front means a greater adventure, and it is also the easiest way to tell the winner.
It's nothing more than doubling the bet to see who runs out of chips on the table first. At this time, the competition is the capital in hand, and it has nothing to do with the luck of the cards.
This kind of choice was also the favorite choice of the caretakers in the past - because they knew better than anyone else that they must have more chips than their opponents! Much, much, much more!
But now, in the face of the Alan Hill Empire, many watchmen don't have such confidence, so they hesitate to make a choice.
They may not even feel it, but in terms of confidence, they have been influenced by the powerful Alan Hill Empire, and they have begun to worry about gains and losses.
Standing still and waiting for a result will be more passive, 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 prolong the duration of the battle, and the extension of time means more changes!
There are changes, or the possibility of more changes, which in itself is a kind of gamble. Because no one can tell who will benefit from the changes that will happen in the next second.
Perhaps, if you wait passively, the Alan Hill Empire will soon be defeated due to insufficient troops.
But in the same way, maybe after waiting passively, what is waiting is more reinforcements from the Alan Hill Empire, and a more stable line of defense for the Alan Hill Empire!
In short, this kind of waiting is passive, and it is the luck of both parties. It is equivalent to stud pushing all the chips on the table, and then waiting for the cards to be dealt to see who has a straight flush and four aces in the end.
As for the third option, although it is essentially the same as the first option, only the direction of the input of troops has changed, but the meaning it represents is completely different.
It can be said that the third option represents the hesitation of the decision-maker, which illustrates the decision-maker's indecisive state.
Repeatedly modifying the key areas of attack is the most direct manifestation of repeatedly overturning one's original established policy and having doubts about one's own decision-making.
As a commander, the hesitation and repetition shown at this time is actually a loss of control over the battle situation. He no longer knows what method to use to win his victory.
Finally, amidst hesitation, Solons made up his mind. He opened his mouth and told his subordinates: "Maintain the status quo first! Then dispatch two fleets to press up! Seek a breakthrough in the middle!"
"Yes!" Now that there was an order, the guards didn't hesitate, and a commander immediately took the order, and then the two fleets continued to press forward, regardless of the loss, and continued to storm the defensive positions of the Alan Hill Empire.
In fact, Sorens' decision cannot be said to be wrong. Although he hesitated, although he lost confidence in the previous decision, his decision still had an effect.
The first point is that the frontal fleet of the Alan Hill Empire, that is, the rear of the Empire's 1st Fleet and 2nd Fleet, indeed has no troops to adjust.
Genesis overwhelmed his last reserves, neutralizing the flank threat and using up the last of his organized reserves.
At this moment, he has no extra troops to reinforce any direction on the front.
Therefore, when Saurons ordered to change the direction of the attack, and once again mobilized troops to try to penetrate the front of the Irish Empire's defense line, Laurens could only use the troops in his hand to hold on helplessly.
No matter how much the loss was, no matter how shaky the entire defense line was, he could only hold on, unable to move an inch.
Because there is no mobile force, all he can do is wait. The initiative is on the side of the watchmen, but the watchmen themselves don't know it.
Inside the bridge of the battleship Serris, Genesis looked at the enemy fleet that was already close at hand, and he hadn't given a mobilization order for a long time.
All staff officers, including the chief of staff, have not had heated discussions on tactical countermeasures for a while.
They have already done what they can do, 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 Second Fleet has suffered heavy losses. Two squadrons have been wiped out. The other two have suffered heavy losses and almost lost their combat capabilities." A liaison officer sent a bad message again. information.
In the past half an hour, none of the news he sent was good. Either a telegram asking for help, or a report reporting the damage.
The replenishment fleet that had finally arrived at the front line would basically replenish the front line troops as soon as it arrived.
Even so, the speed of replenishment is far behind the speed of loss of battleships. The fleet defense line of the Alan Hill Empire is getting thinner and thinner a little bit.
Although there are tens of thousands of total support, such changes cannot be directly seen for a while, but such changes are indeed happening little by little.
Finally, Genesis felt too much pressure and couldn't hold on anymore. He turned around and asked a question that revealed his inner anxiety at this moment: "Where is the Royal Second Fleet?"
"There are still about 20 minutes to reach the scheduled area." The chief of staff, who had already kept the location of the reinforcement fleet in mind and kept calculating, replied immediately without looking at the holographic map.
The speed at which he answered the question also explained what he had been thinking in his mind, which was also the time when the reinforcement fleet arrived.
Hearing the chief of staff's answer, one of the staff officers muttered to his colleagues in a low voice, a little irritated: "We have to wait another 20 minutes? If the enemy continues to increase troops to the flanks, we will collapse in 20 minutes!"
"There is no way... This is already the fastest speed. With such a short distance, using space transition will affect the charging of the magic defense barrier and the output power of the main engine. It is not worth the loss." His colleague explained in a low voice.
"When they arrived, we were all devastated. Wouldn't the gain not be worth the loss?" The staff officer also held back for a long time, and said with a gun and a stick.
"It's true to say that, but you have to consider other aspects, right?" 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 inexplicably, and he didn't know whether he was asking himself or someone else.
"Perhaps, it is pulling us, seeking to break through our weak links in the pulling." Someone speculated behind him.
The staff officer turned his head to look at the other party: "But they obviously need to continue to expand the front, and we will collapse."
The man spread his hands: "The key is that they don't know."
"This kind of battle where we are full of loopholes is really irritating!" The young staff officer who felt that stretching his head was a knife, and shrinking his head was a knife continued to be irritable, looking forward to the result soon.
He couldn't stand it anymore, and felt that instead of being hung up like this, it would be more enjoyable to quickly decide the winner.
Someone sighed and expressed emotion: "It is already a miracle that we can persist until now! If the enemy had not made mistakes, we should have been defeated three hours ago."
"Hope, luck will always be on our side!" The chief of staff who heard these staff members muttered did not know who he was praying to.