Chapter 701: Strike (eighteen)

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When the battle at Sunset Hill became fierce, the Filipino armored forces under the fat man on the east bank of the Tulun River were also advancing towards the northeast.
Seen from the air, three of the armored forces divided into four roads, like three long dragons stretching for more than ten kilometers, go side by side among the rolling hills of the winding valley. On the other way, he turned eastward, bypassed the valley 40 kilometers away, and walked northwest along a stream.
At the same time, the four armored divisions of the 21st Army of the Suss were also rapidly approaching the Four Nine Peaks on the side of the mountain where the Sherlocks Mountains extended to the confluence of the Tulun River and the Xiushui River.
Rugged mountain roads and towering mountains make these fast-moving mechas look like migrating elks.
They flow in the valley, run on the ridge, jump between the rocks, and step on the splashing water in the stream.
The distance between the warring parties is rapidly shortening!
Now that the battle is going on, the situation can no longer be understood. Both sides understand each other's intentions, and can only do it in a hurry to march against the clock, trying to seize strategic points before the enemy arrives, and master the initiative of the battle.
Although there was no artillery fire, no smoke, and no fierce fighting. However, this kind of two swordsmen roamed in silence at high speed to seize the favorable situation in order to launch a deadly blow. The silent confrontation was more thrilling than the head-on confrontation of the rumbling fire.
Chen Fengxi bit his pipe and paced back and forth in the combat discussion room. He frowned tightly, seemingly unaware that his pipe had long been extinguished.
Beside him, Pierre and other high-ranking officers of the Resk front army were slamming their cigarettes one after another, or staring nervously at the real-time battle report of Skynet, or turning around like a trapped beast. Everyone's eyes touched each other from time to time, and quickly moved away.
Even the bandit officers, who had always seemed calm, looked nervous at this time.
Margaret, who had just finished the counterattack in Stormwind Valley and the neighboring mountains, stood in front of the window and looked out the window, not knowing what to think.
Generals such as Blatter and Feowen surrounded the electronic sand table and were anxiously waiting for the battle report while deducing. As long as An Lei in front of the Skynet Information Desk had something to do, a few people looked like vigilante sika deer, raised their heads and stood, holding their breaths.
Everyone is suffering from waiting.
This is a kind of hopeful, with a trace of irresistible excitement and excitement, which makes people's heartbeat accelerate and suffer from shortness of breath.
The west line of Phoenix is ​​now in early spring.
In the southern theater, many soldiers have put on thin combat uniforms. Trees in the mountains sprout new shoots, and the grass gradually becomes green, dotted with wildflowers. The wind is no longer so cold, and the snow on the mountain has begun to melt, and it flows into the babbling brook, dingling in the forest.
Soon after, the forest will become verdant, the wild grass will ripple in the wind like water waves, and wildflowers will bloom all over the mountain.
From south to north, this warm and mellow spring is spreading. Even the endless artillery fire can't stop the seasonal change of nature.
From the severe cold to the early spring, all the Fiji League officers and soldiers were in such a mood.
A few dozen hours ago, the Lei Feng Star Wars was so severe that people dared not imagine the future, and after dozens of hours, with the arrival of the bandit army, with the bandit lieutenant Tian Xingjian, this jaw-dropping mad The implementation of the combat plan suddenly dawned on the battlefield.
Perhaps it was at this time that my mood became more tense, and I suffered more and more.
"A group of twelve divisions has gone up," Pierre walked to the dining table on the side of the room, poured a cup of coffee, and stirred it gently, Chen Fengxi said that he was a little nervous when holding the pipe: "In an hour, We ca n’t send any more troops to the front. If we send more troops at this time, it is likely to cause the enemy to be alert. "
Chen Fengxi nodded and said nothing.
The key to this battle is to destroy the main force of Belif's northern cluster in the Sunset Mountain Basin.
If the front line can't withstand the enemy's attack, or if the main force of the West Rio retreats before the bandits complete the detour, then the bandits will suffocate the uppercut and they will hit the air.
What followed was a rapid erosion of the entire Phoenix Western Front.
He looked up at the red sunset outside the three huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the conference room, and suddenly felt that everyone in this room was like a gambler at the table, waiting for the night to come when his opponent showed his cards.
Before that, there was endless fighting.
Regardless of whether it is a card or a raise, it must be carefully controlled within a range that does not frighten the snake.
This is the first bet and perhaps the last bet.
If you win, the Fiji Allied forces will have enough chips to continue betting with your opponent. If you lose, you can only leave the game cleanly.
"How is the situation at 152 Heights?" Chen Fengxi looked up at the busy staff in front of the center console, and at the time again. He hadn't heard from 152 Heights for ten minutes.
"Not optimistic," Pierre whispered, and the coffee in his hand was like his mood at the moment, rolling out a brown and gray vortex: "The enemy dispatched two hundred arbiters. If it is not the bandit army, simply kill it first. After thirty cars, the current situation will be even more difficult. "
He glanced back at the bandit generals surrounded by the electronic sand table. His eyes were full of respect: "The special battalion of their first division was very hard. They repelled the adjudicator seven times and killed more than 100 vehicles. The adjudicator, their own losses have reached as high as 60%.
"The battle is not going back." Chen Fengxi chewed the word, and a respect slowly spread from his heart.
Perhaps before today, he was a kind of sympathetic sympathy to the Leilei Federation against the Great Patriotic War of the several empires, which was just a bystander, obtained from military intelligence and television news.
At this moment, when these soldiers from Lere took their Mars companions to fight here, he finally understood what a fierce war it was and what a respectable country it was.
"A small country with a population of only 1.7 billion, three stars, and more than 5 million conventional troops," Pierre sighed. "In this war, I resisted the four major empires of the West, and killed more than three thousand in battle. Wan, but still able to take Mars, survive in the cracks, and continue to resist, I do n’t know if I should be excited or frightened.

"Perhaps it should be a blessing," Chen Fengxi patted Pierre's shoulder lightly, and smiled slightly: "There is such an ally, except for the blessing, I can only be blessed!"
"Before, I never understood why Hastings valued this country and this brand army so much," Pierre smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head. "Now I understand."
He looked at Chen Fengxi and said seriously: "In this battle, no matter what the final result is, I don't think I will allow any Feiyang who I know to look at the bandits with discrimination. Compared with them, The current Feiyang Army is just a sheep in lion skin! "
Chen Fengxi didn't speak, just put the hand on his shoulder and patted it twice.
Pierre bowed his head and took a sip of coffee. The coffee was not sugared, and the bitterness was bitter, just like his mood.
This is a battle of death.
It was he, Lei Fengxing ’s chief of staff, who brought the troops to the present situation step by step.
Before the bandit arrived, he already knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely lose. However, he has no way, or should be said to have no courage, and will be freed from the Fiat Allied Forces, who were slightly consumed by the Western Covenant on the Western Front of Phoenix but difficult to ride a tiger.
He looked forward to the third increase in the Allied forces. In his view, it was the only chance to reverse the situation.
Unexpectedly, it was not the reinforcements he had hoped for, but a chubby lieutenant general Le Lei and his mixed army.
When he was too late to be angry, the fat man proposed a combat plan that he didn't dare to think about, and it became the current situation.
Everything is like dreaming.
He finally agreed to the fat man's plan. Although in fact, he doesn't even know that his decision is right or wrong, but he doesn't regret it.
After all, in this beautiful evening, he saw a light of dawn.
As long as the strategic detour is completed, as long as the main force of the northern cluster of Belif is annihilated, the Philippine Allied Forces can form a strong advantage of the Taishan Mountain in the sunset mountain, and can safely complete the conversion of the Phoenix Western Line from the average distribution of troops to the group integration.
More importantly, annihilating Belif ’s northern cluster will reinstate the West Atlantic Alliance and gain strategic initiative.
By that time, the Philippine Allied Forces of dozens of divisions will sweep the Phoenix Western Front in a row of mountains and seas, and let the advantages that the entire West have worked hard to build for about a few months to be destroyed!
Not to mention persisting for a month, even if someone says that the front army can win the battle of Rescue without relying on the rear reinforcements, he has no doubt!
However, if the sunset can't stand at the top of the mountain, or if the West Riots find the danger to evacuate ahead of time, then everything is over.
By that time, Belif, who had saved the main force, had enough cards in hand to drag the desperate Fiji Allied forces on the sunset mountain. And with the troops in the major theaters of the bandits going north, they could only watch the defense line they had been holding for several months and were easily captured by the enemy.
By the time the West Covenant seizes Phoenix, whether it is north or south, the Filipino coalition forces on the west line of Phoenix will be in a desperate situation where they cannot be looked after.
Heaven is on one side and on the other.
As if I were walking on a thin rope between heaven and hell.
Pierre thought, and suddenly felt that he didn't seem to suffer as much as he thought, but instead, in his own mind, he had always had an inexplicable and firm confidence.
On the Skynet screen, the intelligence data scrolled quickly, and the battle situation map also changed rapidly. Through the dazzling red of the combat area, it seemed to be able to see every inch of the sunset mountain burning in the battle, every inch of the land soaked in blood, heard every gunshot, every roar.
Both sides have red eyes, you come and go and fight back and forth.
Just after Westjoy took a position, the Fiji Allies desperately launched a counterattack to it back. The recovered position was too late to be renovated, and the flood-like enemies rushed up again.
If the other positions are hell, then the 152 positions at the moment are the bottom of hell.
And standing at the forefront of the eighteenth level of hell, and in front of all Fiji soldiers, is the straight and straight backbone of the bandit fighter!
Pierre drank the coffee at a sip.
In this war, Feiyang is worse than Lelei!
Beep beep, a few crisp electronic sounds sounded in front of the center console.
Hearing this, Chen Fengxi, Pierre, and Margaret in front of the window, and the bandit general in front of the electronic sand table all turned their heads quickly, and then quickly walked around An Lei.
"The bandit battle report." An Lei's slender fingers jumped on the virtual keyboard quickly, like ten snow-white elves dancing a cheerful dance.
As the decryption of each file unfolded and countless data was imported into the Skynet system, the battle situation on the screen changed accordingly.
The bandit ’s main force is 63 kilometers from the Four Nine Peaks!
The 21st Army of the Suss Group is only 51 kilometers away from the Four Nine Peaks!
"The staff immediately calculated the time!" Chen Fengxi ordered quickly.
In front of a row of computers on the left side of Skynet, a crackling keyboard knocking sounded immediately, and dozens of staff members started counting at the same time. Calculate the time for the troops of both sides to reach Sijiu Peak from various aspects such as the marching speed of the two sides, the terrain obstacles on the route of travel, and the weather impact.
A moment later, the crackling sound was over, and a duty supervisor stood up and reported, "The bandits are five minutes behind."
"five minutes?!"
A major general Chuckner repeated blurtingly and looked at each other beside him. Both of them saw a trace of shock and worry in each other's eyes.
In modern warfare, time is a very important condition.
It can be said that no matter whether it is a real war or a confrontation, the condition of time will always dominate the battle.
In some battles, perhaps a dozen battles are weeks or even months. However, lagging behind opponents at a critical time means losing a battle.
Even if it is behind, it is only a few minutes!
Now, the main force of the bandits is five minutes behind the main force of Suss. What is more serious is that there is a Suss armored regiment at Sijiu Peak!
This regiment is likely to move forward and block the main force of the bandits.
"Where is the bandit striker?" Margaret's cold voice sounded in silence.
"The striker is a regiment of the 2nd Armored Division of the Bandit Army," An Lei, who just opened the combat plan, quickly glanced at him and replied, "At present, this regiment is marching towards Maple Leaf Slopes, five kilometers southeast of Sijiu Peak. The must-go place for the main force of Sousse is 52 kilometers away! "
Fifty-two kilometers ...
Chen Fengxi and Pierre looked up at the same time and looked at each other in surprise.
There was a smile on Margaret's mouth: "Dead fat!"
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