Chapter 232: Gucheng

"So, are we arrested now?"
A ridiculous look appeared on the old man's face, and he asked the officer who came in with a smile: "You can start arresting people now, but some people may resist."
The officer laughed loudly, then walked to the old man and said, "What a joke, I brought people to strengthen the security work here. After all, we are not sure whether Dean City will send some real killers. You kill for the true heroes of Stasi's revival."
The old man couldn't help but laughed, his face full of triumph.
At this moment, he could finally be sure that he was out of the control of Grand Duke Jon in the city of Dean, at least in the territory of Cyrobart, he already had absolute dominance.
This dominance was hard-won, and he endured it for many years, only at this moment, taking advantage of Duke Jon's weakness to such a degree, began his own rise.
"Are the fifty thousand troops drawn from the east and north of Stasi already in our hands?" The old man looked at a liaison officer in charge of the army behind him and asked about another important content of today's meeting.
The liaison officer was clearly confident about the matter and quickly replied: "The commanders of those troops are obviously smart people. They also know that they will not be able to return to their hometown when they rush to Dean City. So they obeyed ours. Advise, go very slowly."
He pointed to a huge map hung on the wall, and gestured to an approximate location on the east side very far from Dean City. He smiled and said, "Maybe we can drive them to attack Dean City. No, but let them wait and see for ten days, they are still absolutely sure."
The headed old man turned his attention to his adjutant—that is, the member of the Abyss Nova mentioned above, the dwarf Pritt. His confidant or like-minded assistant understood every thought of him, and the tacit understanding between the two was simply It can be described as perfection-this is also the main reason why Larouqme was able to rise to the top in Cyrobat.
Without thinking about it, La Rukhme immediately replied: "The sixty new long-range artillery pieces produced in the factory this week, as well as fifty steam chariots aided by Tadoya, have all been used by us. We have been seized for this reason. These arms will become our bargaining chips in the future, and nothing will go wrong."
As the super spy buried by Falkenridge in Stacine, as the person who is now starting to blatantly oppose Grand Duke Jon, the resources he controls are actually greater than those on the surface.
With the efforts of this super spy, Cyrobart’s production capacity has been maintained at a low level, and the piles of raw materials, as well as the production speed wasted due to the production process-you are welcome People killed at least one division of Stasi, or even more.
This is the role of high-level spies. If the forces of both sides are equal, these spies on the hidden front who usually seem far from generals and trump cards are the key to the outcome of the war.
What's more deadly is not that La Rukhme slowed down the formation of a division of Stasi, but used his personal ability and influence to influence the stance of the Stasi Industrial Zone of Syrobat. They chose to turn around when Grand Duke Jon needed support most, and they chose to stand on the sidelines when Stasi needed industrial power the most.
"Including the large number of armament units and materials we owed before, we can already form a truly combat-effective reinforced division in our hands. It just so happens that a new division we were ordered to recruit is training in the suburbs, and there is no problem with loyalty. Why don't we form a force of our own."
The old man looked at the henchmen around him and said.
Plitt felt relieved, he understood that from this moment on, Dean City had really become an isolated city. Until Tadoya is completely free, it won't get any power that can change the situation.
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"boom!"
The Falkenridge army’s shelling in the direction of Dean City didn’t mean to stop at all. A special artillery shell sealed with "Hellfire" magic bloomed on Stasi’s position, setting off black smoke that obscured the sky. , Directly turning a radius of 100 meters into a sea of ​​flames.
On the forward defense line of Dean City, where there were bomb craters everywhere, a Stasi officer squinted and slapped the sand-filled helmet twice with his hands.
Under the cover of long-range fire, the crushed Falkenridge soldiers slowly approached the Stasi’s position. They cautiously walked past the bodies of the Stasi soldiers and the Falkenridge soldiers, towards a nearly bombed body. The flattened high ground kept advancing.
"Lower your body! Disperse as much as possible! After a head-on fight, immediately remove the threat. Keep moving is the basic way to save your life. Tension is your worst enemy!"
Behind the smoke, the officers of the Falkenrich army were repeatedly reminding his newly recruited subordinates that these soldiers were from Taukaba and Weitz, who were regarded as the foreign corps of Falkenrich.
These soldiers are all specially recruited from the Supreme Command. They do not squeeze the regular Wehrmacht enlistment places, but they can make up for many of the Falkenrich Wehrmacht's deficiencies in enlistment.
After incitement and lobbying, Lan Descartes's men succeeded in recruiting some qualified recruits in the occupied area of ​​Taukaba and the Duchy of Weitz.
The farthest conscription unit found more than 1,000 volunteers to join the army on the Sefi Principality. Because the Grand Duke of the Principality of Sefi couldn't help but feel ready to move, but he didn't dare to declare war directly on Stasi, so he could only use this indirect method to test how much combat power Stasi had.
Once he confirmed that Stasi was no longer working, at least one hundred thousand Sefi soldiers would take advantage of the fire and rob!
Countless soldiers entered the effective range of the Stasi’s army under the cover of Falkenridge’s steam chariot. Soon the dense rain of arrows and artillery fell down, and some of the poorly hidden Falkenridge troops began to be attacked. When hit, there were screams everywhere.
These brave soldiers of Falkenridge's army jumped into the broken defensive position, and began to compete with the Stasi soldiers pouring out from all directions for this not wide position.
Officer Stasi, who had just slapped his helmet, was now frowning and looking at his left-wing position. There were already shouts of Falkenridge troops everywhere, and he also saw the flag of Falkenridge troops. Shaking back and forth at the highest point of the position.
His face turned pale because of this, because he knew that the high ground he was guarding was only more than 10,000 meters away from the city of Dean.
Yes, the unit is meters!
He couldn't take a step back at this moment, because he knew that if he retreated here, the Falkenrich army would be closer to the city of Dean. He touched an empty cigarette case in his arms, and his lips became bloodless because they were pressed together too hard.
He once met Ennusco, the captain of the personal guard of Grand Duke Jon, the greatest Stasi leader in his mind, and he saw the admiring eyes of the opponent. So he decided not to retreat this time, because this was his belief as a Stasi soldier.
So he chose to turn a blind eye to his collapsed left wing and ordered the troops to continue to stick to the air leaking positions on all sides.
"You guys, immediately take the remaining weapons and find a way to defend the side of the left wing. Behind us is the city of Dean. We can no longer retreat! All of you must have the consciousness of being a soldier in Stasi, for Joe Lord Grace drained the last drop of blood!"
He loudly issued the combat command to continue to stick to it. When he spoke, the Falkenrich troops directly in front of him had already breached the position completely under the cover of assault artillery!
He gritted his teeth and squeezed the long sword at his waist-now it's time for him to fight himself.
Just about five kilometers behind this officer of Stasi, in a secret underground bunker, McCarthy and Karl, as the top commanders of the current Stasi army, are inspecting their defensive positions. The sound of the guns in the distance was dense and inaudible, but the two people still received some not-so-good news from the commander of the group army who accompanied them.
"Master McCarthy, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Master Carl, our troops lack heavy weapons that can destroy steam chariots. Soldiers have paid countless precious lives in order to deal with the chariots of the Falkenridges."
The general reluctantly stated the heavy losses his troops had suffered these days: "In three days I received more than a thousand soldiers to supplement, but my troops lost a total of four thousand."
Carl had nothing to support the generals on the front line, so he had to complain together. In fact, he also has his own difficulties. The industrial base in the rear is increasingly taking the city of Dean seriously: "The heavy weapons from Cyrobat were interrupted two weeks ago, and weapons and equipment shipped from other places were also taken by the rear. Stopping the stream with various excuses..."
"Mr. Carl." McCarthy looked at the map, and finally pointed to the defense line in front of the position that had been smashed by the Falkenridge troops, and said to his colleague: "You should have the troops withdrawn from here, they are there. You can only die for nothing."
Carl gave a wry smile, then walked to the front of the map, looked away from the 14-kilometer distance sign, and said to McCarthy: "Sir General, you don't know, we have no room to retreat. Joe. Your Excellency Grand Duke En had already issued the death order twenty days ago, and all troops are not allowed to step back.