Chapter 338: Countermeasure

Dark clouds rolled over the sky in the Bilteweiler Mountains, blurring the trail of stars and filtering the moonlight into a dirty gray.
The continuous drizzle and the falling debris attached everything to a smooth, greasy surface. The campfire was scattered throughout the position, and the soldiers squeezed together to warm up and promote feelings.
Others worked defensive facilities, digging deep trenches and simple fortresses, and placed the front of the machine gun towards the wasteland.
There are bunkers dug for the deployment of howitzers, mortars, and machine guns at every distance. If the scouts’ information about the green skin will attack again is correct, then they must come from this direction.
Eugene was standing next to a large-caliber howitzer docked in a bunker, using the telescope to search for any traces of motion on the horizon, but there was nothing but the orange fire swaying in the distance.
That must be the scout of the striker of the Oke Army. The Rangers are correct after all. They are organizing the attack outside the artillery fire coverage.
The hazy moonlight bathed the entire mountain area in black and white, and Ushkin was listlessly sitting on the other side of the bunker in deep thought, and with a long sigh, he shook his head and touched his pockets one by one in an attempt to find a cigarette.
Eventually, he found one in his left chest pocket, then knocked the match rhythmically and lit it.
Taking a deep breath and letting the smoke fill the lungs, Jushkin tried to make a judgment about what would happen in the future.
He could hear the soldiers of the first regiment working behind him.
Most of them have recovered from shock and are desperately preparing to be alive.
Some guys whispered excitedly about the arrival of Ok, and from time to time exclaimed the hard crimes caused by them, rumors and legends swept the entire camp like an infectious disease, rejuvenating everyone and shaking with excitement .
In fact, not everyone. Ushkin sat alone, recalling the two nightmare battles, and the acquaintances who had turned into corpses. These people still fell in the place where they died, and no one collected them.
He still remembers that night, the mixed blood soaked the ground, and within an hour, more than half of his company was killed.
Those are all his people, good people who have been born and died countless times.
People still call them cowards.
Taking another breath, Eugene exhaled a thin smoke against the night sky.
Really good tobacco, growing in the dry soil of Axum, for a moment, he even felt that he had tasted the blood that had penetrated into the soil.
coward.
The word stuck deep in his mind, like a piece of hot carbon that kept burning around, burning his soul.
He never talked to anyone. In the second battle of Aswan, something really happened. Several of his soldiers turned and fled in the face of fear and pressure. He personally solved most of them- Execution of those who have been accompanied by day and night.
Guilt gnawed at his conscience and made his head hurt.
Glancing at the line of defense, Ushkin saw several people sitting alone in silence. They obviously had something to worry about and left their comrades temporarily.
Those stories about Oke had some impact on them. The tiny Mars on the cigarettes in these people marked them in the dark, like fireflies on the defense line.
But Juskin doesn’t want to punish them for stopping work, and the fortifications are rapidly improving, because most people work with enthusiasm driven by optimism.
He was happy that his men were able to deal with everything happening voluntarily-the last thing they needed was the commander shouting their cowardice and apostasy, everyone knew what had happened, and some people chose to forget to smooth out the coming Fear of fighting, others rely on themselves to discover the last tenacious will in the body.
But some people, such as Eugene, simply discovered the terrible fact that they were still cowards.
Anger and confusion shook Yuskin's brain, and the scene of the meeting two days before yesterday appeared to him again. It was a choice he didn't know how to make.
"According to information, an Ouk tribe has broken away from their kind and is running towards this side, planning to come to a mountain climbing activity."
General Prokhov said it easily, and even hoped to make everyone laugh, but no one laughed.
When he heard that Ok broke out, many people were as happy as marrying a wealthy young widow. They laughed at Ok here for stupidity and confusion, but now no one can laugh.
"Cough, correct it. I think it should be more appropriate to call it the Legion. They are not organized like primitive tribes."
The secret guard from the royal family, or Night Blade, interrupted Prokhov's words with a smile. He represented the Shadow Prince to participate in this combat meeting and was able to put forward his own opinions. Some people think that he is only a supervisor to ensure the legion. Loyalty to the royal family, and some people very much recognized his views on many matters of Ouke, Yuskin is one of them.
But in any case, there is always a smile on this face, and a man in black does not cause any trouble to those around him.
"Mr. Charlie said yes, that is."
Prokhov simply responded, and then continued his own topic.
"This department... this legion, there is no clear record at present, only appeared briefly in the second battle of Aswan, and their leaders are unknown to us, but according to the latest information detected by the Rangers, the main body of this legion The scale is between 150,000 and 250,000, and the overall scale is about 500,000."
Everyone present took a breath.
However, the night blade waved with a smile.
"Don't be nervous, Ouke's poor command system determines that unless their leader Guk comes in person, otherwise 100,000-200,000 is probably the command limit of a warlord, and the rest can be ignored."
"But that's also 500,000 Ok."
General Prokhov dropped this sentence coldly, and then continued:
"At present, they are rushing towards the Xiling of Birtweiler at full speed. According to our current strength, it is not realistic to completely block this legion."
After finishing this sentence, he turned his gaze back to Night Blade Charlie, but the other side just shrugged and then stood up.
He glanced at all the officers present, as well as the representatives of the Three Witches and East Kaimon Church, put down the expression on his face, and used a rare serious tone.
"You, we must block them! Now the main force of the empire is to guard against the trust council on the other side of the strait, on the one hand, to solve the increasingly serious invasion of the beasts, and the support that can be given is very limited."
Some people snorted, others sighed, and others sneered.
Overall, the atmosphere is not optimistic.
"It's difficult to hold on, and I know it, so I propose to fight back!"
At this moment, everyone was stunned, and even Prokhov was stunned.
"You, you said..."
"General, I am not a professional, but I can also see that what Aswan can't do is even more impossible with this mountain defense line, so we have to change our mind."
"Easy to say!"
The chief of staff also stood up, and he struck the table angrily with a pen.
"We are short of supplies! The equipment is old and the recruits have not been able to replenish it! This also makes us fight back! That's let us commit suicide!"
Charlie looked at him and waited for him to finish.
"I know these issues better than you, Major General Esser."
"Then you..."
Prokhov interrupted the chief of staff by waving his hand. He looked at Charlie and asked with suspicion:
"do you have any plans?"
Charlie turned and walked towards the big map hanging on the wall, UU reading www.uukanshu.com pointed to a location in the mountains.
"Here, the No. 19 highland, a natural funnel-shaped valley, which happens to be a key location in the Western Ridge District. We are here to make a defensive counterattack, lure the main force of Ok into the valley, and then cut off their retreat from both sides. According to Ouk’s combat habits, their warlords and leaders will rush to the forefront. As long as we concentrate on annihilating Ouk’s main force in the valley, the remaining army will collapse without war!

Everyone stared at the map, thinking about the feasibility of this plan.
But before long, Prokhov sneered.
"Oh, even if I'm stupid, I know that this place is a natural trap. Let's not say whether they will get into it. Even if they come in, how can we tie up our pockets with our own strength? If the strength on both sides is thin, , It will let the Oak forces in the rear rush in. If the frontal strength is insufficient, then Oak will probably poke the pocket directly."
This was a question that puzzled Charlie. He thought for a while and asked tentatively:
"The frontal terrain is more conducive to defense. Can a small number of troops hold on?"
Everyone laughed now, which made Charlie quite embarrassed.
"Please! What is the small amount? One regiment? One division? How many divisions do we have?"
"Why don't you take your dog legs and watch them!"
"That's Ok! It's not a human being, nor a beast of humans! They can beat five of us! Even if only a few thousand numbers come in, it's not easy!"
In the noise, two coughs interrupted everyone's voice. Everyone turned their heads to see that Eugene was leaning against the window and smoking a sip.
When he finished his last breath, he stepped on the cigarette and whispered:
"I don't know if our team can stand up..."