Two Hundred and Thirty-Six Hatred
Inside an auto parts factory in Dorcam, in a makeshift headquarters, a few officers in armor were staring at the map and grimacing.
The headed General Geman held his helmet and said with a bleak face: "Gentlemen, just over an hour ago, we were completely surrounded."
"Ailan Hill's army is strengthening their defense line. The current situation is very unfavorable for us. The counterattack of the puppet empire on the periphery has completely failed." He said while pointing to Ailan Hill, which is several kilometers thick. Encircling the defense line, he said to his subordinates.
The officer in charge of the dragon knight unit has almost become a bare commander. He shook his head and said, "The dragon knight unit can no longer be launched to fight... We have suffered heavy losses, and there is not much left."
"It's better to rely on the air force. Although the Dragon Knights fought bravely, the losses were indeed too great. The formed troops have been annihilated. In this case, fighting reluctantly is no different from committing suicide." A general looked decadent, looking at the thicker and thicker encirclement and said.
"Without the support of the Dragon Knights, how would the ground troops fight? We were able to regain some of our positions even after all the losses. Can we afford to lose now?"
They still had reinforcements before, and they still had connections with other parts of the Holy Demon Empire, and they could still get some supplements for their losses.
Although their troops are looking at a lot now, they have been nailed to the ground. It's not impossible to force some troops to break out, it's just that the troops squeezed out in this way must be used carefully.
Predictably, as the encirclement shrank a little, their positions would become more crowded, and the dreadful air bombardment of Ireland Hill would become more and more precise. By that time, the loss will increase exponentially.
"I must be responsible for the 200,000 Kadom garrison I command..." Geman stood on the spot holding his helmet, his strong body still thick and stable under the shaking lights.
He opened his mouth and said to his subordinates: "So, this time, I asked you to come here to ask everyone, do we continue to stick here and use our lives to buy more time for the motherland, or choose a decent surrender?"
"I think we should fight to the death! We want the Alan Hills to pay for their debts with blood!" A young general clenched his fists and looked at everyone and said, "Bellevy's calamity cannot be revealed in such an understatement!"
The nuclear attack on Bellevue was so terrifying that the Holy Demon Empire had no way to cover it up. So they changed a way and spread the matter out, trying to arouse the hatred of all the magicians.
Although the effect is very good, there are also many magicians who worry that Alan Hill will expand the nuclear strike and attack other cities.
The seeds of hatred have been planted, and it is inevitable for many magicians to hate Alan Hill. This part of the emotion can only be healed by time and the means of Huairou. There is no good way.
"What are we fighting for? Our 130mm howitzers? We fired about 300 shells yesterday. Do you know how many shells Ireland Hill returned? 3,000! The caliber is even bigger! The power is even bigger!" Responsible The artillery officer painfully stated a fact that made him suffocated.
The firepower of the two sides is not at the same level at all. One infantry division of Ireland Hill has more than 10 155mm caliber howitzers. Counting the strengthened military artillery, the group is all artillery, and it is often on the front of the assault. The troops can assemble at least 200 large-caliber artillery of various types.
These include 105mm howitzers, 155mm howitzers, 203mm howitzers, and a larger number of 120mm mortars. If you count the Katyusha rocket launcher, Alan Hill's firepower is almost twenty times that of the Holy Demon Empire.
Under such a huge gap, the artillery units of the Holy Demon Empire are struggling to fight back, and they have almost no practical effect other than grit their teeth and complete the tasks explained above.
What worries everyone even more is that although the Dorcam factory can still produce, there are not many raw materials left in storage. Due to the inability to replenish iron ore and coal from Misak, Dorkam's production is on the verge of stagnant.
Without production, there will be no ammunition replenishment. The shells that were originally reserved are now even more stretched. Under such circumstances, it would be a joke to fight against the artillery group of Alan Hill.
"Then we surrendered like this? Are you still soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire? How can we surrender to a group of mortals?" The general who advocated a death-to-death fight shouted angrily: "As soldiers, we should fight! Fight to the death! Never surrender!"
"Fight to the end? That doesn't make any sense... In addition to increasing casualties, Kadom will also be in ruins." Another general retorted.
"Even if it becomes a ruin, we can't leave it to Alan Hill! We will turn Dorcam into a dead city! Let them get nothing!" The general who advocated a death battle to the end shouted hysterically.
"It really angers Alan Hill, and Dorkham needs you to fight to become a dead city? Bellevue has just been destroyed, don't you know?" Another general opened his mouth and joined the battle of words.
The young main battle faction banged on the table and shouted: "Then let them try! I don't believe in attacks of that level, they have as many as they want!"
"It doesn't take much, as long as they have another nuclear bomb like that, Dorcam will be wiped off the map!" Another general snorted coldly, interjecting in a tone full of contempt.
He was very worried that Alan Hill really dropped a nuclear bomb into this encirclement, because he didn't want to die here for no reason. It's really meaningless, Alan Hill doesn't even need to lose any troops, and Dorcam will become a ruin without vegetation.
"Bellevy has been wiped off the map! Have you forgotten your hatred?" Seeing that more and more people opposed his claims, the young general became more and more angry.
In his opinion, Bellevue's hatred must be reported, even if he fights for it, he will not hesitate. But, obviously, the other generals didn't think so.
What most people are thinking about is how to solve the dilemma in front of them: the ammunition is getting less and less, and the soldiers are getting more and more tired. In their opinion, whether they can break through, whether they can hold their positions, and whether they can surrender is what they should do. Options.
Since there is no hope of breaking out of the encirclement, and there will be no good results if you hold on to your position, surrender is definitely a choice worth considering. Even if the war is over, the prisoners will be exchanged or redeemed, which is a better ending.
"Then you still want Dorkham to become the second Bellevue?" Therefore, when the young generals of the main battle faction once again emphasized their anger, more generals stood up and spoke.
Their words made the young general even more irritable. He pressed his sword hilt and glared at the generals who opposed the fight to the death: "You are treasonous! You are disobeying the order of the Grand Consul!"
"Enough!" Geman knocked on the table, making the entire headquarters quiet. He glanced at his officers and said, "We are discussing a solution now! We are not quarreling!"
"I don't think this issue needs to be discussed at all. We should fight to the last moment! Even if we die, we must drag an Alan Hill soldier to the death!" The young general still insisted.
"If you can do one exchange, you can fight it. The problem is, if we add all of them now, we may not be able to replace 10,000 Alan Hill soldiers." Geman said with a wry smile.
"Then let's replace them with ten people! As long as I am alive! The war cannot end!" The young general clenched his fists and said.
With a sound of "Qiang!", Geman drew out the sword from his waist, and when no one could react, he slashed horizontally at the young general of the main battle faction. The young general was caught off guard, until the sword slashed in the In front of him, he subconsciously wanted to avoid it.
It was only at this time that Geman's voice reached everyone's ears: "Then go to death!"
Unfortunately, because the speed was too fast, before he had time to react, the sword left a long thin mark on his neck.
"Pfft!" Blood spurted out of the fine scar and sprinkled on the map. The young general covered his neck and pointed at Geman with the other finger, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only stumble down against the table, closing his eyes forever.
"Okay, now... Let's talk about whether we surrender or continue fighting." Returning the long sword to its sheath, Geman stared at the men in front of him, ignoring the corpses on the ground. asked.
You've already done this, but what's the point of asking this? A general took off the saber from his waist, pressed it on the map table full of blood, and said, "I won't fight, I will lead the team to surrender when I go back."
"I'm not fighting anymore! Surrender!" The other general took off his saber, looked at the table full of blood, threw the sword at his feet, turned and walked out of the factory warehouse.
With these two people taking the lead, the others also unpacked their accessories and made the most sensible choice.
On the third day of the encirclement of Kadom, the 200,000 Kadom defenders abandoned their defensive positions and surrendered their weapons to the Alan Hill forces.
On the same day, the puppet empire added millions of troops to the frontal battlefield, and countless puppet troops crossed the bombing zone and joined the war. They suffered heavy losses on the way, but still had a local numerical advantage. The war is still continuing in the Holy Demon Empire, destroying the lives of everyone here.