Chapter 382: Thunderstorm (middle)

An hour after arriving at Cadillac, Marin Craig called his war meeting at the command post near the cathedral.
At this time, the rainy season was entering. Raindrops fell on huge windows, and the eaves extending from the ceiling fell.
A dirty haze drifted high above the city, and the sour smell lingered in the air.
When senior officers such as Louis Mountbatten and Leslie McNair gathered, Theater Chief of Staff Thomas Handy and Deputy Commander Leslie McNair also attended.
Most of the troops have been assembled, and only the Seventh Army is still on the road because of the late formation.
"Gentlemen."
Marin Craig started today's meeting with a short sentence. He is an old man over sixty years old, with neat hair and two curled beards. The neat black military uniform makes him look very spiritual, yellow The two rows of medals with densely arranged copper button attachments are a direct proof of his lifetime merits.
"Three months have passed, our compatriots have suffered from the hands of alien invaders, and now that must end, we will defeat them in the name of the Father and pledge to clean every trace of their filth from this world! "
Several commanders struck the breastplate with their fists to pay tribute, and Mountbatten made a nearly roaring rumble.
"Okay, okay."
"We are with you, General."
Craig laid his hands and motioned to Mountbatten to be quieter.
"Nature has given us insight that is deeper than the enemy's mind."
The commander of the Western Theater continued his talk.
"They worship violence and gain strength from their unclean beliefs. I believe that their success is only due to our temporary care. When people come back to God, these beasts have nothing but muscles."
"No offense, sir."
The head of the first independent division, Simon Buckner, said in a low voice:
"I was wondering about the same thing since the first day I received the appointment... The enemy commander didn't seem to be simply reckless, all the troops in the occupied area tried their best to resist, and even set up An Eugene trap, but they still failed."
Simon Buckner is from Essex. All the soldiers under his command are Essex. Oek brings them more than grief and humiliation.
"Major Buckner, I understand your mood, but they have an overwhelming amount-for a despicable raid, this amount can completely achieve any purpose they want to reach, I did not fight those brave The meaning of disrespect for men and women."
"In a way, the enemy's success comes entirely from our own paralysis."
The commander of the Second Army, Walter Kruger, took over.
"We are all too obsessed with the illusion of peace, completely ignoring the reality that the world is being surrounded by monsters, lunatics and ambitions."
He said, holding the pipe in his mouth.
"Green skin came well, and before we slept to sleep in a dream, we slapped all of us with a slap."
He was the only one who dared to smoke at the meeting, not only his arrogant character, but also because his family was one of the best political gatekeepers in the Republic.
"indeed."
Craig nodded, then turned to pull the curtain away.
"Okay, now it's time to talk about business."
For a time, everyone on both sides of the table stood upright, staring intently at the huge military map.
"Gentlemen, the President and the Secretary of Defense, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Army have worked with the Joint Chiefs of Staff to formulate the highest guidance plan for this battle."
He used his long whip to draw a circle along the center of the map.
"The core purpose of this battle is to recapture Klein City, Weed City, Orange Town and Raven Ridge, advance the defense in depth to the east bank of the Duro River, and wait for the opportunity to recapture Arkham City."
The Duro River is a tributary of the Skasen River, the largest river in the Essex Plain. It is divided into the upper Duro River and the lower Duro River. It flows from the southwest to the east through the Silver Mist Lake. It is the only natural danger of Caddy.
It is also because of this river and the more powerful inland fleet that the New California Republic can stabilize the last position on the Great Plains of Essex, but all the towns on the east coast have completely fallen, many of them are not due to Oak The offensive is just the spontaneous escape of the people from their homes.
It was a bold plan. Everyone held their breath, and Craig picked up a few small flags and pinned them to the map one by one.
"The battle will be launched a week later, when the 1st, 3rd, 5th, and 6th Army will leave the Banshee Mountain, cross the Duro River, and win the Klein City, and then the 5th and 6th Army will take the southern Orange Town and the 3rd Army. Going north to occupy Redwood Town, the Second and Fourth Army quickly crossed through the railway bridge in Nizhen. The Second Army entered the city of Weide. The Fourth Army controlled the area of ​​Yaling. After the 7th Army was completed, it could carry out the next stage of combat. Expected to be in two weeks."
After saying this, Craig turned and looked at the silent generals, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.
"Don't be so nervous, you can say any ideas and opinions, speak freely, speak freely."
But everyone still has a dignified look, most of them are thinking about each other. After all, this is the first time that the Republic has organized such a large-scale battle~EbookFREE.me~ There is no trust and coordination between each other, only the military Chang occasionally glanced left and right to see the expressions of people around him.
"Frankly speaking, this meeting is just a meeting, a briefing meeting to convey the instructions of the President and the Ministry of Defense. You don't need to worry about anything, just be casual, be casual."
As a veteran, Craig has a unique experience in interpersonal processing, just a few words, everyone's face slightly slowed down.
In the end, it was Lieutenant General Ben Lier of the Sixth Army who first spoke. He used to serve under Marin Craig for a period of time. It is currently the only commander-in-law of the seven armies.
"Commander, it is impossible for Oak to watch us to recover the lost ground, the counterattack may be fierce, and we are fighting against the river..."
"I said a little."
Louis Mountbatten also spoke, but he was not so polite.
"Sir, I’m frankly speaking. I don’t know if this plan was designed by the Army’s General Staff or the Joint Chiefs of Staff. However, I’d like to ask, six troops, along the river bank Is it a bit overdone? Have we overestimated Ok's IQ?"
His words made the scene lively, and the army commanders whispered to discuss the plan, but he did not stop his own words.
"In my opinion, as far as the current troop strength and weapon configuration are concerned, it is still far from being able to counterattack, and it will be able to rely on the Duro River line of defense and support it."
"Why should Teacher Mountbatten take such a negative view?"
The commander of the First Army, Mirand Harmon, stood up. He was a radical representative in the military of the Republic and an expansionist.
The first attempt to write a big corps battle... a little false