Seven Hundred and Fifty One

In the distant Angshire, at the general headquarters of the Elland Hill Expeditionary Force, General Medias looked at the large map in front of him with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were fixed on the area that was lit up in red.

Those red areas are constantly expanding, as if infected with a virus. The red mark is flickering uncomfortably, indicating that there is still fighting there.

"The enemy's counterattack has a very wide range. This is the latest news sent by the expeditionary force headquarters. The 2nd Armored Army and the 1st Infantry Army have also been attacked." A new message sent by a combat staff officer.

"Damn it, what about those air forces who usually look at people with their nostrils? Why didn't they discover these damned demons in advance? Our surface-to-surface missiles can't be used, and the artillery has no chance to fire at all..." Guarded Another staff officer at the table covered with maps and documents complained irritably.

"Don't complain, how could the Air Force observe such a small-scale raid?" Beside him, another staff officer was looking at the blurry photos from the front line.

Some of these shaking camera equipment came from the built-in camera on the powered exoskeleton armor, and some came from the recording equipment on the tank.

"Yes, in the area occupied by demons, their refugees are crowded everywhere, and the roads are full of people. It is impossible to find these demons in white robes." The third staff officer looked Glancing at the commander-in-chief who stood there silently, he explained cautiously.

The air force had already taken off a few minutes ago, and the ground attack aircraft force was trying to attack these tiny targets.

Sadly, these demons are not the traditional, phalanxed formations that charge forward. In the face of such a small-scale assault force of dozens or hundreds of people, there is no good way to attack from the air.

However, the Air Force is still ready to try. They plan to attack all targets they can find and reduce the pressure on the ground forces as much as possible.

Finally, Medias spoke: "Okay, gentlemen. The good news is that we have encountered the enemy's main force to counterattack. As long as we beat them back, the enemy may have no better way to counterattack."

He looked at his combat staff, and continued: "Although the opponent is very powerful, their strength is insufficient. Now we have discovered that the enemy's troops are only about a thousand."

Medias was keenly aware of the opponent's problems. These troops seemed difficult to deal with, but their strength really couldn't create too many surprises.

As time goes on, the disadvantage of these demons without follow-up troops to help expand the results will become apparent.

There are only two fates waiting for them. One is that they have to stop and regroup. At that time, they will be greeted by ruthless long-range artillery fire, missiles, and air force bombing.

Another thing is that they continued to fight with the retreating Alan Hill troops, getting deeper and deeper into the hinterland of the occupied area of ​​Alan Hill. At that time, they will find that they are completely surrounded, there is no way to enter the sky, and there is no way to enter the earth, and the only thing waiting for them is destruction.

In short, there will be no follow-up assault, whether it is advancing or retreating, there will be no good ending.

But Medias continued to say: "The bad news is that our troops are being beaten passively now, let's see if there is any way to prevent those damned demons from continuing to infiltrate."

After all, a loss is a loss, no matter how strong the beaten party is, the pain will still hurt! Medias felt the pain, so he didn't intend to continue to be beaten passively.

"There is no general reserve behind the front-line troops. The troops closest to these enemy troops may still be in Stoffel..." a staff officer said helplessly.

The sequelae of advancing too fast finally broke out, the emptiness inside the occupied area, and the problem of insufficient troops, this time almost killed the expeditionary army.

"What about the troops of other races?" Medias asked.

"The elven army has about 2,000 troops stationed near city 31. They have to cover 4,000 city construction workers to renovate the sewer system there, and they can only mobilize about 500 people at most." An elven officer reported immediately.

"Drop it out if you can! At least they are magicians, and they are better at this kind of hand-to-hand combat! Let them choose more powerful people to form a team and rush along the road to ensure the safety of our artillery unit!" McGrady Yas said politely.

"I'll get in touch right away!" The elf officer stood at attention and saluted, and hurried to the communication room.

"What else?" Obviously, this number of troops is obviously not enough, so Medias continued to ask.

"The dragon army led by General Brook is near here... most of them are orcs, with a number of 2,000." A liaison officer of the dragon army thought about it and said.

"Send a signal to your people and let them support as soon as possible!" At this time, Medias was not polite: "Tell Brook and General Farley the situation, and tell them the fighting power of the white robes! The rest It's up to them to judge for themselves."

"Damn it, if our T800 troops are here, how can these damn white-robed men be so arrogant!" Speaking of the magician troops, a staff officer complained again.

In his opinion, if those puppet soldiers with explosive individual combat effectiveness were around, solving such a problem would be easy.

"Don't talk about it, the technical department is worried that the incomplete soul of the magician will be disturbed by the source of magic, so it is impossible to prohibit large-scale puppet troops from entering the demon world." Another staff officer shook his head and explained.

"But, didn't we have magicians enter the demon world? They also used powered exoskeletons... Isn't that thing similar to the principle of puppet?" The staff retorted depressingly.

"The problem is that those bastards in the technical department insist on their opinion that the number should not be too large..." Another staff officer shrugged—sometimes things are so unsolvable, no matter what the people sitting in the office say, It all makes sense...

"Grecon's magician unit is calling! They are rushing to the war zone for reinforcements." A communications officer walked in and handed a message to Medias.

"Dragon's call back... Our troops have started to fight back!" The Dragon's liaison officer walked back to the headquarters with his chin held high, and reported loudly and confidently.

"General Farley is calling, the unicorn cavalry is rushing to the battlefield!" The elf officer shouted loudly while pressing his long sword. He had the same confident expression on his face.

At this moment, the Magic Continent is united as one.

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