Chapter 854: Back hand (3)

"Of course we can."
Jackson’s gaze moved westward along the highway line, and if they moved fast enough, they could cross those weak lines of defense and burst into the middle of their defensive circle before Ouke noticed.
Assuming that the strength of these Oaks is small, he only needs to send a part of the troops to capture the warehouse, and at the same time, the main force of the troops intersects forward from the rear to the predetermined assembly point.
Jackson has made the worst plan, Witleaer may have completely collapsed, and now the road to Tyre is likely to be full of Ouke’s small forces, and may even have a large army of main forces.
If they can eliminate the enemy who is stuck on the road, they may be able to get rid of the excessive pursuit of the soldiers and successfully reach the predetermined meeting point.
The bright prospects are exciting, but Jackson forced himself to remain calm and look for any obvious flaws in the plan.
He pointed to a series of obstacles and strongholds across the valley. The ghost knew what kind of mentality these Oaks used to build strongholds here. If they were behind the enemy, they began to occupy the mountain as king.
"These may not be as easy to break as they seem."
"Those in front are a piece of cake."
A staff member said enthusiastically that he had been a pessimist until then.
"Our ammunition is enough to deal with these fortifications, and if Green Skin evacuates the reserves there, why not spend so much energy guarding it?"
Jackson spent a lot of manpower and material resources to protect several cabins filled with ammunition, which made Jackson feel a little creepy.
These Oak's behavior patterns are really strange to him.
Idle gangs rarely exhibit this purposeful behavior. They appear to be in front of them under an intentional or unintentional command.
But or is this just an illusion of him, a sense of self-persecution caused by just getting out of danger?
He still couldn't restrain the uneasiness in his heart, and from time to time he glanced back at the passageway opening away.
It was quiet there, and the exit was blurred by the gradual coming of the night, like a looming giant mouth. Jackson didn't know what he was worried about.
The engineers must have started installing explosives...
Maybe it should really blow it up completely?
"In my opinion, they have their own plans to build defensive positions in Taniguchi."
At this time, the chief of staff actively expressed his views, interrupting Jackson's thoughts.
"If our attack from the west successfully crosses the plain, a large number of small units of green skin will gather in the valley, and we will rely on the flanking fortifications to block our main march route."
"It makes sense."
Jackson agreed with his point of view, relieved in his heart, dispelled previous doubts.
Of course, it seems reasonable to see his analysis from the map. Jackson calmed his breath and tried to calm down to make a battle plan.
"So, gentlemen, I think we have a way."
Of course, making plans is not that simple. It took some time to deploy troops and refine the details of the entire operation, but this time luck was with them.
Very few green-skinned vehicles can be seen on the highway below, even less than they encountered near the dam. Only a few huge birds flew over the sky. They flew too high and could not recognize what it was. birds.
But when they first saw a small team of Imperial fighters flying overhead, the team spontaneously burst into cheers, firmly believing that the idea of ​​coming home swept the entire team, even more than the prospect of victory Can inspire everyone's spirit.
But no one thinks that victory is taken for granted, especially Jackson, but this feeling is getting stronger in my heart.
The battle they are preparing to participate in, even if it is not the last battle that everyone will face, can finally decide whether this long journey can reach a safe end.
Of course, they all have a clear understanding at this point, but no one can predict what will happen in this battle.
Despite various delays in the schedule, the team was finally ready to start before going into the night.
The scouts opened the road in front, followed by infantry. A few vehicles guarded the rear and flanks, forming a solid defensive barrier.
After some thought, Jackson gave up riding off-road vehicles and directed himself to attack the main defensive position.
The defensive of the warehouse should be relatively weak, he thought it might be so, so he decided to personally direct the attack against the supply warehouse.
This operation was mainly initiated by two infantry regiments.
"You don't need me to restrain your hands and feet now."
He said to the young major that the new leader was filled with pride after hearing this sentence.
"You have been doing such things before."
He hurriedly agreed with almost impolite manners, obviously still immersed in the illusion of taking all the credit.
It's really funny. Those things that Jackson worried about were exactly what he was passionate about.
Jackson left the car window open when he set off, enjoying the fresh air, only when he was close to the target, he finalized the details of the action with the two heads~EbookFREE.me~ This is a bright night, the moonlight is very abundant, very It is suitable for night raids, and it is unlikely that Ouke will expect them to be attacked, so the key to this operation is to strike a deadly attack after reaching a close enough distance.
There will also be a small number of vehicles involved in this operation: a truck is empty except for the driver and the heavy weapons team, and an off-road vehicle is carrying the rest of the wizarding squad, including Elena, who follows closely like a faithful hound behind.
Jackson had tried to prevent her from acting together because he felt it was a battle that only experienced warriors could participate in, but she was as stubborn as she was before, insisting that she was more likely to play a role than anyone else, and she was also It is indeed a powerful wizard.
Jackson had no way to refute these two reasons she put forward, and in the end could only pretend to be reasonable and barely agree with her to join.
"Have everyone understood the whole plan?"
He looked around these nervous faces in the cabin. These middle-level officers were rarely directly commanded by a lieutenant general commander. Jackson’s actions were unbelievable in their eyes.
Perhaps all senior commanders in the empire are more used to giving orders by telegram or communicator.
One of the heads nodded.
"When the signal flare rises, we rush in to remove all obstacles and eliminate all purposes before they regroup."
"It sounds good to me."
Elena’s usual cheerful voice came from the communicator. Jackson took a deep breath, although he was not very nervous now, after all, this was only a small transition compared to the battle of Mihir Hill.
"OK then."
He nodded.
"Let's start to act."