Seven Hundred Fifty-Five Don't Care About Those Details

"Find a way to invest in more reserves to turn the tide of the battle..." Medias said to the generals behind him, looking at the expanding red battle area on the map with his hands behind his back.

He turned his head, looked at the commanders with bitter faces, and ordered: "No matter what you think, I will tell you that this is war!"

"In the past, we used our familiar tactics to attack the enemy. We are strong and we are invincible." Medias said, looking at the generals who flinched because of the heavy losses: "I have seen the empire's The history of the battle is not long, but it is very exciting."

"We once swept across Alante and defeated enemies dozens of times larger than our own. It's like a myth!" He said as he walked back and forth in front of the commanders lined up in two rows: "From the founding of our country to the present, we have Never failed!"

"Now, as the commander of the empire, I have to take responsibility for the failure with regret, but everyone...you must remember today's lesson! Our victory is not inevitable, and failure is also part of the war!"

"Now, I order you! For the empire! Order all troops to fight back!" Medias said, giving a difficult order.

His order is almost equivalent to ordering the remaining forces of the current front-line combat troops to die.

However, such death can buy time for the reinforcements of the follow-up troops, and can also reduce the losses of the second-line logistics troops as much as possible.

After all, he couldn't let the white-robed people continue to expand the fighting area. Once these areas covered some "safe cities" where construction troops were stationed, the losses would be further expanded.

Because the previous victories overestimated the counterattack capability of the demon army, a large amount of the portal's transport capacity was diverted to civilian use.

The attraction of expanding the territory is huge, and the rapid realization of economic benefits is also what the merchants of Alan Hill are pursuing. Everyone is vying for the not-so-abundant portal capacity. In the end, the army can only compromise a little anyway. , the enemy is vulnerable, isn't it?

"All troops within this range stay on the spot! Don't take a step back! Try to stabilize the theater and wait for reinforcements to arrive." Medias circled a range with his hands and emphasized his order.

"Commander! I just want to know, will there really be reinforcements?" A general asked with his chin raised.

"Stop your dangerous thoughts! General!" Medias looked at the general who asked the question, and scolded: "Alan Hill has never given up any troops, you are not cannon fodder, follow-up reinforcements are on the way !"

His reinforcements are indeed on their way,

After all, Alan Hill is not just the hundreds of thousands of regular troops in the Demon Realm.

On the contrary, the regular army of Ireland Hill is in the millions! Countless troops are urgently transferred to the front.

For the entire Alan Hill War Machine, this partial failure is like a person being burned to the finger by a match. The pain is really painful, but there is not much threat in terms of threat.

When this person reacts and is ready to extinguish this painful flame, when this person becomes serious, his strength will be fully manifested.

...

"Didi!" A car on the road was constantly honking its horn, and in front of it was a transport convoy parked on the road, and a group of infantrymen who had just retreated from the front line.

These infantry are just ordinary light infantry. They don't have powered exoskeleton armor on their bodies, and they don't have large-caliber heavy weapons on their hands.

On the hood of an off-road vehicle parked by the side of the road, there is a laptop. The company commander of this light infantry company was looking at the lines of orders from his superiors on the screen.

The company commander, with a cigarette in his mouth, frowned when he saw the new order above. Then he clasped the computer screen with his hands, and looked at the only remaining platoon leader and five squad leaders behind him: "The new order has come, we must stick to this place."

"Are you kidding? We are no match for those white demons." The only remaining platoon leader questioned while holding his M4 assault rifle.

"What about you? You also think we should leave the wounded and comrades in other units and leave this damned place?" The company commander asked looking at the squad leaders in front of him through the smoke from the burning cigarette.

Seeing that no one spoke, the company commander raised the assault rifle behind him and ordered loudly: "First platoon leader, I order you to take the wounded and the troops covering the wounded to continue retreating westward!"

"The rest of the Elland Hill Grenadiers, come with me!" He passed by the platoon leader, and stood in front of the distraught remnant general: "Collect ammunition, count the number! We must fight to the end! For His Majesty the Emperor ! For Alan Hill!"

He bit the word Elland Hill Grenadier hard, and the soldiers scattered on both sides of the road who heard his shout stood up.

Yes, they are the Ellandhill Grenadiers, His Majesty's army. They swore an oath to the bayonet, and they swore to use their lives to build the Great Wall of flesh and blood in Ilanhill.

Now is the time for them to fulfill their vows.

"Do you have extra bullets?" A thin soldier stretched out his bandaged hand, begging for ammunition from a strong soldier beside him.

The burly soldier froze for a moment, and wanted to reach out to hit the thin soldier on the head, but his hand stopped in mid-air. He scratched his head in embarrassment, and grinned stupidly: "I thought you were going to carry a stretcher."

Then the strong man stood up and shouted to several soldiers who were walking towards the stretcher: "Keep your ammunition, I will use it with Skinny Monkey!"

When he returned to the thin soldier nicknamed Slender Monkey with bullets wrapped around his body, his tone had never been so gentle: "I'm sorry, I just found out now, you are a warrior, just like me, a man."

"I just think that I can do something other than empty your urinal." The thin monkey took some bullets from the strong man and checked the magazine on his chest.

"The guy in row 1 should pour our urinals. Compared with you, he is a bitch." The strong man stretched out his hand: "I will be the first to refuse to anyone who bullies you in the future. Today you and I shed blood together, and you are my brother."

The thin monkey looked at the strong man with contempt: "It's just brother... It seems that you are the only one bullying me in the whole row..."

"Don't care about those details..." The strong man grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "From today on, we will live and die together!"—

There will be another update later, you can watch it tomorrow morning.