Chapter 365: Evacuate

The return of the Oke Army, which many people did not expect, because according to past experience, after a huge failure, they often spend a long time to repair the broken network of organizations, their unstable power The architecture allows people to have a breathing opportunity.
But this time is different. Only half a month after the last battle, the organized Oak forces once again appeared in the line of sight of the Rangers.
This time was so short that the Axum Legion did not even conquer the dead and had to rush to prepare for the battle, but no one was optimistic about this defense.
A week later, more information was gathered at Prokhov's desk, and all mysteries were revealed.
It's coming!
The king of war, the king of Ok, the pale tyrant-Guk!
It came in person, with a large army covering the sky and the sun, whose scale was more than twice that of the previous war, as if that heavy blow did not exist at all.
Everyone fell directly into despair from the joy of victory. A complete Axum regiment could not support such a war. Now that more than half of the casualties are broken and dilapidated, the regiments lacking ammunition supply, in front of such destructive forces, can what to do?
Set another trap?
The last nearly failed defeat has told everyone that Ouke is not an idiot full of brains and muscles, and their boss also possesses cunning war thinking.
Not to mention the fact that they are facing the fiercely famous Guk, a butcher who has just ravaged the New California Republic, and the scene of the two Aswan battles still makes many veterans tremble, and no one wants to face it again. It's anger.
No perseverance or retreat. Prokhov was almost ten years old in just one week. He was already a 60-year-old old man, but in the past he relied on the will of the soldiers to maintain his vitality.
But in the face of such huge pressure, he is also a common man.
So, very badly, the commander of the Aksum Legion fell ill.
Just when everyone was helpless, the Queen’s order came in time-the Axum regiment withdrew from the Birtweiler mountain area to Shah to repair, as to which regiment the defense line was handed over to replace, the order did not say, and everyone did not ask, Because there is no need to ask.
There was another order that followed, but this order caused a lot of waves.
Colonel Yushkin, the former head of the First Axum Infantry Regiment, was selected as the major general in the name of the Royal Golden Seal, and temporarily took over the command of the prosecuted Prokhov.
For a while, the focus of everyone's attention was not on the soaring of Yushkin's rocket, because his performance in the last battle was "legendary", with a group of strength withstood the tens of thousands of Oak's offensive, and personally cut Under the head of the Ou Ke leader, and at the last moment to turn the tide.
Any one thing, placed on any commander, can be called a hero, but the three things are concentrated on one person, so it can only be called a "legend".
[Headhunter] is a new name for him by the soldiers. After the beheaded head was treated with preservatives, it was always embedded with a mass of blood flags-after the war, Yushigin changed the flag It became red.
Nobody feels overly rewarded by such a legendary commander. The key issue is that he directly takes over the command of the legion as a regiment leader. This seems quite unreasonable.
The Aksum Legion also has a deputy commander, a chief of staff, as well as divisions and deputy divisions. It should not be a commander to replace the commander at the command level.
If the empress promoted Yushkin to the division commander, or simply promoted to the commander of the legion, it is a pity that there is no such appointment. Although he is a major general, he is still the head of the regiment.
Some people speculate that after the regiment withdraws to Shah, General Prokhov is likely to give way to the new General Yushkin.
These rumors about the changes in the organizational structure of the Legion have been permeating, but Yushkin has remained silent about this, but he has ordered all the troops to withdraw from the line of defense step by step.
For Yoshkin, who lacks experience in large-scale command, it is not easy to make a smooth withdrawal of the legion. He only sleeps for four hours all week, regardless of day or night. He can walk around every line of defense.
Inspecting the wounded, arranging routes, allocating supplies... There is always something to do.
The Rangers have brought more and more bad news, and Ock’s attitude towards this invasion is very determined. They dragged out many terrifying weapons, and the best of them is a huge machine that can walk on its own.
The Ranger who reported this news was almost going to collapse. He described the machine as a "god", a monster god, which was taller than a mountain and bigger than the cathedral of Tyre. It happened when it was walking. An earthquake, when it "breaths", is like a storm coming.
In short, this is a very, very powerful thing!
This news was pushed down by Yushkin. He did not want to cause any more panic, but he withdrew his troops faster than before. He originally hoped to be able to bring back some of the corpses, but now he can only burn them together and take the ashes away— — There are many ethnic groups in the eastern provinces that retain the habit of cremation, so this is not a big problem.
Although the small troubles continued, in general, everything was smooth. The first evacuees were the wounded, then the logistics agencies, then the various infantry regiments, cavalry regiments...
Eugene and his group left last. He stood in the place where his compatriots once fought, bleed, and died. Looking at the rolling hills under the sunset, his heart was filled with grief and indignation.
The Bill Tevere line of defense came to its bitter and broken ending.
Just like Aswan, it’s destroyed, and it’s in flames~EbookFREE.me~You must pay for it with teeth. Maybe there is not much discipline to be imposed, and there is not much satisfaction for revenge to taste, but this must be done. The last time Fighting is just a big step towards the end.
Yushkin, the battlefield veteran who used to suffer from years and battles, is now standing on a protruding stone slab and looking at the dim ground.
The afterglow reflected on his bright breastplate and blade, and bright orange spots fluttered against the blue and gold background.
Too many things have happened since that day, and his cognition has undergone multiple transformations. Compared to everything he has just witnessed, the storm on the battlefield of the past seems worthless.
That ending, that fell. That started, that was lost.
He was fearless, but he knew the pain, and he witnessed his race suddenly discover its biggest enemy.
The officers under him were waiting for him, wearing a winged helmet and a white skull on the black breastplate. Yushkin remembered that the imprint in Aswan meant-death row.
Times have changed, everything has changed, rules have changed, and they are waiting for him.
Juskin turned around, he recalled his lost brother, looked at the brother in front of him, and stretched out his hand.
The flag sergeant handed the flag over. It was worn and damaged, covered with dents, and there were several slight twists on the flagpole.
Eugene took over the flag, and every trace on it was an honor.
He inserted the flagpole into the blood-scorched scorched earth, and the flashing sunset shone on the gritty head with a helmet.
"Sir, we will be back!"
The sergeant said loudly.
"No, not here."
Eugene responded softly, looking away again.
"Our end point is Aswan."
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