Vol 3 Chapter 64: Number of terrorists

The night was dark, and the dark moon seemed to be frightened, hiding behind the dark clouds, secretly looking at the boundary of Shiwandashan. m
On the rugged mountain road, densely packed like ants. Zoom in ...
Cold iron-clad soldiers, a square array of perfect order, can not see the marginal team. Qi Su Shen Ningruo Bing, killing the sense of pervading birds. The chill wind blows the battle flag, the sound of firecrackers, the purple star sign looming ... No doubt, this is the division of Yum!
"Brigadier General, the soldiers are expensive. Now that the enemy is ahead, why don't we march to kill each other?"
In the army position, a large group of horse riders moved slowly. Ralph, who was walking in front, was expressionless, and the military academies behind him were quite excited after speaking. It is also conceivable that they have visited the Zichen Army for more than a month to study, but they have never seen a real battle. After being sent to the combat forces to watch the siege, it took more than ten days to find out the main position of the opponent, and even a small battle was not played. Now that they know that the enemy is in front of them and the war is about to start, how can they not be excited?
The middle-aged brigadier shook his head and chuckled: "Haha, soldiers are impermanent, and water is impermanent. Fighting is not a deduction on the map. Soldiers are expensive and fast, but they must be combined with specific circumstances. Although we are only a few dozen miles away from each other Distance, but the mountain road is rugged, and walking is not easy. If you blindly ask for it, the soldiers run there, and most of their physical strength is exhausted, and they are easily defeated by the other party.
In fact, it is exactly the same, tens of miles away. Unless you have a cavalry in your hand, you can try to attack it. However, in mountain operations, no brain disabled coach will bring cavalry. I was killed when they hit each other. What kind of attack are you talking about ...
"I see, thank you Brigadier General for your guidance." The trainees suddenly realized, and turned to admiration.
"Haha, these are some military common sense. You only need to know. The key to the knowledge in the book is to learn and use it." The middle-aged brigadier scratched his beard. Laughed loudly.
Of course, apart from these factors, Brigadier General did not say another important reason. The siege was a common thing for the three legions and four lords. Now they are in front of the gray army brigade, not the small team that can grab the credit. If they hurried over, they could easily be the primary target of attack. In this way, other people who arrive later can profit with very little loss. This kind of wedding dress for others can't be done ...
"Also, in addition to paying attention to the marching speed, this soldier ..." The middle-aged brigadier, who is a good teacher, then instructed these students. To get the respected pleasure. Suddenly,
Da, Da, Da ...
Two fast horses hurried from the side of the team. At first glance, the two men knew that they were masters of riding, and they seemed to be able to do so in a small space.
"Well, scout ... who's behind?" Some students questioned.
From the light leather armor, we can know that both are scouts. The scout in front of the Zichen Army was in front, but the one behind was not.
"That's the scout of the Cangyan Legion ..." The middle-aged Brigadier's face suddenly became ugly.
Soon, the scout came to Ralf.
"General, our army was attacked by an enemy one and a half hours ago and is now asking for support."
Ralph frowned. Waved: "The order, the army rushed!"
"Once again, the swordsman camp is out of support."
Swordsmen's battalions are light-loaded arms. Such terrain also allows them to travel the fastest. Ralf's plan was obvious, hoping that the swordsman camp could quickly get help.
Immediately, the advancement speed of the Zichen Army was accelerated, and all soldiers trot along the way. The armor trembled. The sound of weapons touching ... The winding mountain road, like a long snake, constantly moved forward.
Marching for two hours, the Zichen Army reached the valley.
The valley was silent at this time, and only those standing wooden houses were telling everyone. There used to be a large crowd here.
Step on ...
Suddenly, the rapid sound of running came from the north of the valley.
The soldiers of the Zichen Regiment responded quickly. Under the orders of officers at all levels, the arms quickly spread out, shields, vertical guns, bows ...
Wow—A row of armored soldiers appeared north of the valley.
"Enemy attack!" "Alert!"
The soldiers who came out first saw such a big battle on the opposite side, and immediately they were stunned, and they quickly piled up their shields.
"Stop, stop, don't accidentally hurt us! We are the Zichen Legion, you ... but the Thunder Legion?" The front-line officer shouted loudly.
Wearing Bran armor, surrounded by the north, this is undoubtedly the Thunder Corps.
The crisis was lifted and the teams regrouped.
"General Raelph, have you also received General Gehry's call for help?" Barlow controlled the horses and came with the cavalry.
"Um." Ralf nodded.
Snapped! Barlow patted his leg armor: "The disposition of General Igheri ... what awful!"
The words were not fully understood, but everyone understood them. If it was not forced, how could this northern wolf send someone for help, not to mention the Zichen Army that he had never looked at.
"Chasing!" Relph still spit out his words blankly.
This is also no way out. Today's situation can only catch up and look at it.
So the Zichen Army was ahead, and the Thunder Army was behind, rushing westward.
...
About two more hours passed, at which point the horizon was beginning to pale.
In a slightly wider area, many soldiers were constantly cleaning up the mess on the ground. Carry corpses, heal the wounded, gather weapon armor ...
Going to the middle, several officer-like people were pointing at the map over a boulder and discussing something. Next to them, a grim-looking general listened to the soldier's report. Suddenly,
"General Gehry, what's the situation?" The voice didn't arrive, and his voice came first. The baroque and baroque Ralph arrived with a large crowd.
"What else ... lost some people, let them break through." Gary said coldly.
Just after a small defeat, Gehry was naturally depressed. Besides, it was originally surrounded, but unexpectedly, it was forced by others in the end. This gap is uncomfortable for anyone.
"It's fast, so fast! Couldn't there be an airy message, right?" Barlow cursed.
"Ventilation reporting is not possible, otherwise they would not have to fight me at all ..." Speaking of which, Gary's face appeared murderous, "Those people in the Northern Intelligence Department should be damned! What gray-clad army even civilians bring 20,000 soldiers? His mother, they fought last night. Their pure combatants were at least 25,000. "
Gehry was awkward. Last night during the march, he suddenly scouted for the emergency report, saying that the gray-clad army broke out on his side. Although a little surprised, he didn't think much at that time. Come and come, just because he is nearly 10,000 soldiers, can't he hit more than 10,000 civilians?
But when he finds an open space and fights with the gray army. Suddenly found that the number of opponents continued to flow like continuous seawater, ten thousand, twenty thousand, twenty-five thousand ... attack, stalemate, defense, defeat. The nature of the war is constantly tilting, and if it is not to change the strategy in time, I am afraid that the loss will not be able to keep the other side.
"Uh ... so much?" Barlow opened his mouth, shocked.
"It wasn't an intelligence error," suddenly Ralph said suddenly.
"... What do you mean by facial paralysis? Do you mean I misreported the numbers and covered up my mistakes?" Gary stood up horribly, staring at each other with fire.
Crossing the front line for most of his life, the brutal and fierce northern desert people faced countless people, not wanting to go to the rear, all planted in the hands of a group of civilians. Gehry's mood was already very bad. Now he heard that Ralf was suspicious of what he saw with his own eyes, and finally broke out. Even the facial paralysis nickname, which was usually called only in private, was spoken in person!
Ralf glanced at him ~ EbookFREE.me ~ still expressionless: "They are growing!"
"Huh? What?" Gehry frowned.
Barlow was not stunned by anger like Gary, and thoughtfully said, "Do you mean that the number of extras in the gray coat has risen in this short period of time?"
Ralf nodded.
The number of the gray clothing is hard to measure. Naturally, people in the Northern Intelligence Department will not re-measure every other month. If that is the case, they will not have to do other work. So in fact the 20,000 figures are still the results they measured last year.
"In this case ... then the speed of this gray army to pull the team is really too scary." Barlow said with emotion.
Everyone nodded silently. You must know that the soldiers of the gray clothing did not have a fixed army, and they could never glorify their hometown. But that's it, so many people still resolutely join ... horrible!
ps: Thanks to the bookmate "ht121" for the reward, um, and the monthly ticket for "縌 炫 じ ☆ 暗 灵".