Vol 2 Chapter 4:

The large circular meeting room was so quiet that the sound of needle thread landing could be heard, and the officers all laid down their jobs. For them, Admiral Luriel. Netagapo. Anru, chief of staff of the Narcissus Knights, no doubt Is the one with the most say.
Oscar couldn't help but look at the father who was standing next to him. He felt the change of atmosphere keenly. Isn't his father the most authoritative person in the narcissus knight?
The youngster's doubts are unreasonable, because no one can deny the absolute leadership of the Duke of Anlu to the Narcissus Knights, but Oscar's doubts are indeed understandable in some respects. If it comes to grasping the policy and managing the territory and the army, Marshal Dortmund Anru Netagapo is undoubtedly better than all the Duke Anru in history, but if it comes to fighting, this commander can To stand aside, at least his second son must be much better than him in the application of commanding ability and strategic tactics.
Everyone has his own strengths, of course, the weaknesses are also outstanding. The political talent of the Duke Anlu determines his development path. On the contrary, the mediocrity of military abilities determines that the commander can only be a narcissus knight. Spiritual leader.
Admiral Luriel Netagapo Anru, the chief of staff of the Narcissus Knights, quickly reviewed the battle in his hand, but in the blink of an eye he had left the file aside, Oscar even suspected this guy Did you see what was written on the document?
"Attention generals!" The chief of staff spoke. "The latest strategic analysis shows that the Persians followed their old trick of attacking a breakthrough at three points."
"The first to be attacked is here, here, and here." Lu Ruier marked the three defense zones on the map with a red ink feather pen. "These three places are the Pedoma defensive line guarded by the Tarsen army, the desert border of the Buchwald force, and the Nilu Prairie corridor where the Mistral force is stationed. All the scout squads were dispatched as soon as they received the warning, and they found that in this area, "the chief of staff circled a location on the map," that is, near the border area of ​​Alegang Fortress Assembled the nine divisions of the Persians! But these tens of thousands of people did not seem to intend to launch an offensive. "
The Chief of Staff glanced at the Duke beside him, and the Field Marshal seemed to have no opinion. He continued: "Now our problem is that the Persian three-point attack has formed, but we do not know where they will break through, although they have assembled heavy soldiers inside the border of Bilbao, But I noticed everyone ’s expressions, and you are not surprised, that is to say, the strength of the Persians is within our tolerance. "
"But!" Admiral Luriel dropped a burden. "But I don't think the Persians will make us happy, at least for now, we still don't know their intent to attack."
"Like here," the chief of staff pointed to a red circle on the map. "The Bilbao Front Army Alegang Fortress is extremely close to the area. The staff of the Staff made an interesting assumption. Assuming that the Persians assembled here are only part of the offensive to contain the force, then where will they launch the real Offensive? "
"My Excellency Chief of Staff!" A major general in the group of officers at the long table raised his hand.
"Speaking is allowed."
"My Excellency Chief of Staff, according to the latest battle report, the four front troops have confirmed that the Persians who participated in this offensive are the two major tribes of Musse and Mogadishu. The two old wolves have come together again! There is an interesting thing. "The major general officer handed over a report to his colleagues. The officers passed the report to the chief of staff.
"According to the report of the commander of the Pedoma line defended by the Tatson side, the two old wolves have made many mistakes in the half-day offensive. I have reason to believe that the army attacking this line is a mixed army of old wolves. Say, the most ferocious wolves are well hidden! "
The chief of staff quickly read the war report, "Yes! General Montess Jr.'s view is very reasonable. The two tribes of Muse and Mogadishu are indeed notoriously ferocious. Their troops are cooperating strategically. There should n’t be such obvious problems. But it still does n’t mean that the real place for them to break through is Tarson.

"Yes!" Dortmund finally spoke. "If Muse and Mogadishu are old wolves, then Figo's kid is a mad dog!"
The officers laughed. They knew that the marshal had always had a cold for his second son.
The Duke himself laughed, "If it is a frontal attack, Feige's crazy dog ​​will not leave any chance for the wolves. On the contrary, he will bite the wild wolf all over the body, which I believe he can do."
"That's right!" Admiral Luriel, the chief of staff, affirmed the marshal's opinion, "Figor should still be on his way back to the front headquarters, but General Chiad, the deputy commander of the frontal army, is famous. Be cautious, which means that before General Figo returns to his headquarters, there will be no major moves from Tarson. "
Oscar could n’t help it.
Generals, everyone has said so much, even my layman understands the current situation. So generals, how do we fight this battle? You seem to have never talked about this most Specific questions! "
The officers present laughed softly. Oscar was confused for a while, but the teenager knew he must have said the wrong thing.
"Little fellow! Remember to ask to speak before you speak next time." Duke Anlu was the first to correct his son's mistakes. "Your question will be answered by our chief of staff, he knows best."
The narcissus knight ’s chief of staff slapped the young man ’s shoulder heavily,
Oscar! You can see that you have a very strong battle, but you must know that the army is like a self-bell, it is an extremely sophisticated instrument, if this instrument To function properly, each part of the instrument must be in its own position. This is the strategic command center. The role we can play as a staff is to analyze the enemy ’s situation for the troops ahead and stand on the overall concept Expanding our strategy and tactics, as to how to fight this battle, it is the responsibility of another part! "
"Which part is that?" Oscar had some doubts.
"Fool!" Duke Anlu knocked his younger son in the face of all the officers. "Naturally it is the troops in charge of attacking on the front line. Is this still necessary to ask!"
Oscar caressed the cry of pain above his head, and now he can only counteract the stupid impression he left on the officers with a childlike appearance. The teenager is a little clear, and he is not suitable here.
It was 2 pm when His Royal Highness came out of the strategic command center. He was aimlessly swaying in the spacious hallway of the Schönbrunn Palace. The kid had never been able to escape the surveillance of the military guards. Feeling extremely headache.
I don't know what happened. Oscar suddenly found that the corridor had reached its end, and he was quite familiar with this place. He had been here in the morning. Look at the ancient fir gate, and then look at the family totem engraved on the gate, this is the family's ancestral arsenal.
Oscar knocked on the door, and he suddenly wanted to greet Grandpa Roziat who was guarding here. Before that, he had already learned from his father and brother. Old Grandpa Roziat was a famous fighting hero of the Anlu family. He was 64 years old. When he was old, he led the troops to launch an attack on the Persians! Oscar knew that this was an elder who deserved his respect.
"What are you doing again?" Old Roziat opened the door with a strange tone of voice.
"I'm here to apologize to you! Uh ... for the morning, I obviously offended you very politely, and now I apologize to you, I hope you can forgive me for my failure."
Old Roziat looked up and down at this downright little fat man, "Well, look at your scimitar for a good part! Hurry up, come in with me!" Let.
"Thank you ..." Oscar entered the arsenal, but he was immediately stunned by the sight!
"God! Oh my god!" The teenager exclaimed almost unconsciously. I saw countless weapons and armor piled up in the warehouse, each blade shone with a cold light, and each armor was set against the shimmer of metal.
"These ... are these weapons used by our ancestors?" Oscar touched this one and looked at it again, and he was reluctant to let it go.
"Yes!" Old Roziat had closed the door. "Every weapon represents an epic, this is the only testimony of the family's 400-year battle career."
"Yes ... yes!" Oscar's eyes glowed with excitement, and he drew out a simple knight epee! This knight sword has simple lines and a jade carved with six-winged angels.
"Anluha!" The young boy raised his sword to the sky while drinking! "Grandpa Roziat, now I finally understand what kind of mood it is to stab at the family! That ... it is like obeying some kind of call from the ancient times, when I draw a sword, this feeling is still For strong! "
"Then take it with you. This is a good sword. It has been passed down for four generations. Its weight makes it unsuitable for carrying on your body. You can hang it on the side of the mount!"
"Can I really take it away?" Oscar looked at Grandpa Roziat incredulously.
"Of course!" Roziat finally showed a kind smile. He had admitted that this young man was a qualified child of Anlu, and this young man seemed to have something that Anlu did not.
"Little fat man, you have to remember its name, and accept this long sword named" Shagani "as a god-selected warrior."
Oscar is a little clear, and Grandpa Roziat seems to be performing a sword-giving ceremony, "I ... what should I do?"
The old man will scratch the young man ’s palm, and a drop of blood will roll down the blade,
Anluha! The sixth-generation palm family elder speaker Roziat Anlu wishes Shagani and Osne Lu Morissette. "
"Thank you, Grandpa Roziat!"
Old Roziat smiled again. Although he didn't smile well, the teenager felt a little warm.
"Boy, come with me and see what I have prepared for you! You know, I have destroyed six armor pieces for you."
Oscar's mood stirred again. "You mean, you also prepared a pair of armor for me?"
"Of course!" The old man glanced at the boy angrily. He was always disdainful about the figure of the wild boy. "Figona is right. An Anlu child would be ridiculed if he didn't even have a pair of armor. Even our entire family would be a laughing stock because of you!"
Oscar made a grimace indifferently. He knew that the matter was not that serious. It was just that the old man made an excuse for his uncaring love.
"How is it? Was you scared?" Old Roziat looked at the boy's lost face with satisfaction.
"This is my armor?" Oscar swallowed. In front of him was a pair of black and red armor. The armor was painted with ancient daffodil patterns. At the shoulders and elbows, there were black sharp corners like a blade. Only a vivid and realistic tiger head, it is connected to a mask made of some unknown black metal, and there are also black fangs on the left and right edges of the mask! Although the patterns on the helmet and breastplate are not uniform, the three black sharp corners on the tiger's head are exactly the same as the sharp corners on the armor.
"Did you destroy the six pairs of armor to match this?" Oscar was a little unbelievable.
"Of course, otherwise where can I find an armor that fits your body so well?"
"Grandpa Roziat! I really don't know how to thank you!" Oscar stepped forward and hugged the thin old man.
"You don't have to thank me, little fat man. Killing a few more Persians for me on the battlefield is the best reward!" The old man grabbed the young man's head.
"Yes! Of course I will! Please rest assured! But do you have a way for me to appear on the battlefield? You know, I have another title besides Anlu's children. The military guards at home guard me like a defense Like a thief! "
Old Roziat frowned, "Fat boy, you are a little too much! Did you hit my idea on my head?"
Oscar smiled indifferently, "Grandpa, you are a tens of thousands of generals at my age! But I don't even know what the Persians look like, don't you think it's time for me Are you going to meet the world? "
The young man's fart was very comfortable with the old Roziat. Indeed, this child is about to become an adult. If things are really like what he said, it is not impossible for him to see the Persians.
"Ah ... you chubby little fat man! Come here, this is our two secrets!" Old Roziat finally decided to help the young man.
"Yes! Grandpa Roziat! This is the secret of both of us!" The teenager laughed happily, as if he heard the horn sound from the battlefield!
In the early evening, the setting sun was slanting westward, and the glow of the evening glow spread across the land of Anlu. The flames on the distant mountains gradually dissipated in the mountain breeze, but the alarm was still lifted. Although the hustle and bustle of celebrating festivals in the city was far away, the pedestrians on the road outside the city were extinct, and there were only occasional teams of knights flying like lightning.
A small terrace on the west of Anluhala city, ten kilometers away from the city gate. The head of the Red Tiger Division led the entire army to gather here, and they were anxiously waiting for the highest chief of the trip. His prince seemed to have forgotten them. If he had n’t arrived here before the military authorities questioned the army that was not in the battle sequence, then this formation of Ken might have been so ruined.
"General, you see!" An officer pointed to a line of smoke rising on the road. It was obvious that a knight was racing at high speed.
Murat blocked the sunlight with his hand, and he saw that a knight in a weird armor was approaching his team quickly.
Oscar quickly climbed up the hillside, and his Lei Shuer stopped unwillingly under the reins of the reins. This was only its warm-up exercise. It seems that following this little master cannot avoid the fat fate!
"General Murat, where is my knight?" Oscar let the excited Lei Shuer jump in front of the team.
Murat took a breath. Where did this little prince get such a horrible outfit?
The major general took the horse aside, and behind him was the famous Narcissus Red Tiger assault division. This division is known for Anlu's bravery and speed.
"The Red Tiger Division has completed the assembly, please review it directly by the chief officer."
Oscar led the horse to the upper wind. "My knights!" The teenager shouted.
"My knights, this is my first time on the battlefield, but I believe you are not the first time! So I need to witness your bravery and fierce name, I must know that my direct division is the most famous of the Anlu family Heroic division, I want to know that you are my most loyal group of warriors! "
"Anluha!" The knights echoed loudly.
"I order! Target: the front line of Tarson! Let's attack!" Oscar finished and raised the Red Tiger's battle flag.
Murat signaled the trumpeter beside him to blow the attacking horn. In a moment, the Red Tigers moved, first in a row, then in a team, and then in a 3,000-person cavalry phalanx. Man-made row, in the dance of the cloak, galloping toward the burning eastern earth, where it has fallen into the darkness at this time, where the fierce fighting is now!
The night finally came to the land of the Anlu family, from the most eastern border to the borderstone bordering the empire. Darkness completely occupied this fertile ground where heroes and blood were continuously made.
The Tassen Front has now completed its final deployment of forces, all combat troops have reached their intended location, and the forces that are confronting the Persians have begun planning tomorrow's attack.
Wallerkusen, the city is located in the middle of the depth of the defense line of the Tassen side. He is the largest city in the east of the narcissus with a population of less than 100,000, but there are as many as 20,000 in reserve.
Wallerkusen ’s urban defense pattern is completely modeled on the fortress. This big city has only two east and west gates. Although his wall is far less than Anluha, you still have to support it when you stand under the city and look up. Hat on the head.
The number of attacks by the Persians on the city can no longer be recorded, because every visit by the Persians will cause this great city to fall into flames. The materials and historical records that have been preserved at this time can only serve as fuel. Due to the victory of the second son of the Anlu family, the Persians regarded the capture of the city as the only way to shame, but even their own family must call it the mad dog Fego. Anlu Debordi Naturally, these dark pagans will not be satisfied. So as of today, none of the major tribes of the Persians on the border have suffered from the loss of Fego, nor have they ever been taken by Fego, and the deeds of this General Anlu have even been taken by Persis. People wrote proverbs, they said: "The doctrine and brilliance of the true God can call all life in the world, except for the mad dog Fergo of the Anlu family."
At 8 pm, General Figo finally rushed back to his front after changing eight horses. When he reached the gate of Wallerkusen, the city that fell into darkness and silence under the control of sound and fire seemed to suddenly Come alive, it seems that there are people flowing in every corner.
Figo Zema entered the city, and the inside of the gate was surrounded by soldiers and citizens who were greeted. The crowd did not make a noise. When the greatest offensive expert in the history of the Anlu family passed through the street, he appeared in front of him. The military and civilians kneel down on their knees automatically. Only in this way can they express their respect and even faith in this commander-in-chief!
For the soldiers and civilians in the Tarson region, General Figo is indeed a belief. They believe that as long as Tarson owns Figo, the war will no longer be a war. That is just a cat played by General Figo on the sand table. Mouse game.
The city hall of Wallerkusen, this four-story bunker-style building is the headquarters of the Tassen Front. "Stand up!" With the password of General Chiad, the deputy commander of the Tarsen Front, all the commanders of the command lined up in a neat line in the square in front of the city hall.
"Please commander General Fego Anlu Debordi to take over the commander's flag!"
Figo sighed. He and this General Chiad are the best gear. They are good at attacking and guarding. Although the cooperation between them can be described as seamless, sometimes Fego is cautious about his old man. Be careful is really boring.
"I said Chiad, I don't want to face this kind of thing every time I come back, isn't it a handover ceremony?" Fei Ge complained aloud, but he still took over the palm representing the military control Signal flag.
"General, you are welcome to come back." Chiad responded to the commander's resentment without changing his face.
"Fine! Be happy!" Fei Ge jumped off the horse, he stepped forward and hooked the old friend's shoulder. "Hey, let me tell you the good news. At noon today, Travis and I are officially married, and my long march of love has finally reached the end!"
Chiad's extremely expressionless face finally turned a little ruddy. "Legal! For the marriage of General Figo ..."
"Enough!" Fei Ge angrily covered the old friend's mouth, "I said Chiad, is your head flooded? Is this kind of thing said here? Do you want my knight to be here?" Does this dance fail? "
Figola pulled Chiad into the city hall, and there were many things waiting for him in his command center!
"Okay! My knights, salute will be eliminated. Hurry and tell me what happened!" Figo sat down at the center of the command post.
"You see, this is the current situation of combat readiness." Chiad gave Feige a paper.
Feige took a cursory look. He felt that the problem was not serious, but his nerves were always difficult to relax. It seemed ... there was something abnormal in some place, but he did not find it in this combat readiness report.
"Three points offensive and one breakthrough. Why haven't the Persians grown so much over the years?" General Feigo, feeling that he had found nothing at all, put down the report with some frustration.
"General," a young officer asked to speak.
"Let's talk about Nelly," Feige nodded at the colonel's staff called Nelly.
"The Persians' offensive route and troop deployment have been repeatedly confirmed by frontal war departments. You see, this is a report."
Figo took it over again, "Ah ... The right wing is a cluster of infantry of the Musai tribe. They used four divisions to attack the Sile and Armington fortresses on the Pedoma line. Here! Ah ... Mogadishu dispatched four cavalry divisions and two cavalry brigades on the left? Is this number accurate? "
Colonel Nellie nodded solemnly, "Yes, general, completely accurate! The military reconnaissance regiment has traveled almost every corner of the battlefield, and the information they sent back is completely in line with the fighting situation submitted by the troops in front."
"Oh ..." Feige became cautious. He was still in the excitement of his newlyweds, and he seemed to have all his thoughts packed up! This attack by Moussa and Mogadishu is absolutely unusual. If the forces of the other fronts are counted, these two tribes are already considered the general mobilization!
"Six cavalry divisions on the left?" Figo placed the candlestick on the table-topped defense zone map. He carefully compared each location mentioned in the report with red feather pens at these locations. Callout.
"The central cluster did not move, watching from the frontier outside the battlefield?" Feige wondered, was this wrong? The two most powerful tribes have not yet dispatched the central cluster half a day after the war.
"How is our defense?" Figo raised his head from the map.
Several other staff officers stood out in the command center, and they each handed over their reports on the matters in the defense area.
Figo began to make a careful comparison again. "Preliminarily stopped the enemy's offensive posture, the fortress defense did not appear dangerous, and the enemy lost nearly a and a half divisions in one afternoon's attack." Figo felt that things were even more abnormal!
"Left-wing enemy cavalry units carried out two raids in the plain area on the south side of the battlefield. Our army dispatched nine divisions to pursue and intercept. After nightfall, the battlefield finally stabilized."
Figo gestured to Chiat, "Tell me about the specifics."
Chiat pulled out his pony pole, this small whip is a perfect baton. The deputy commander of the Tassen Front began to point on the map.
"The three divisions of the 1st Cavalry Corps blocked two Ranger Divisions in Mogadishu on the south side of the Pedoma Defensive Line, which is outside the Drury Fortress, and the three divisions of the 3rd Corps were in Nie Ni on the southeast side of the line. The mixed brigade of the Erhe Valley and the other's two riding steps launched a fierce competition around the river beach area. The Third Army did not show much advantage at the beginning of the war, and their losses were great. "
"Which two brigades were dispatched by Mogadishu? I didn't see the report." Fei Ge set his eyes on the Nie Nier valley area on the map.
"Sorry for my general, we don't know yet!"
"What did you say?" Fei Ge raised his eyebrows. He didn't like to save face when he was fighting. "My deputy commander, you mean that we still don't know if we have been fighting for half a day and the loss is great. Which bone? "
Chiat nodded humbly, "General, please listen to me explain that I sent three reconnaissance battalions for General Leo Rosten of the Third Army, but the opponent did not have a battle flag and did not use the slogan in the attack. Shouting, so ... "
"Okay!" Figo waved his hand. "Let Leodor be careful, I don't want him to finish like this. In addition, I ordered the general reserve team assembled at the rear of the front to move closer to the Nie Nier valley area. Attention! Close, although this will make Leodor suffer a little, but at least we can avoid stepping into the trap that the Persians may set. "
"Yes, I think these two brigades in Mogadishu are very suspicious. They are probably the private forces of the Grand Prince of Mogadishu, because in the central cluster of Persians, Muse and Moga Disha hung up the handsome flags of their two princes. "
"Well, yes, there is such a possibility!" Fei Ge nodded. "But do you think it is necessary to launch an offensive and defensive battle in the Nie Nier Valley? Although this is the gateway to the southern plains, but after the breakthrough, it will not affect the entire How important the battle is. Our fortresses on the southern front can completely offset their attack. This has been proven in hundreds of years! Did n’t anyone tell this maharajah? "
Chia nodded characteristically, "The last thing worth mentioning is the second army led by General Heyman Euplan. Before and after dinner, General Heyman launched a bold raid. They took the twilight to disperse the enemy. This division, according to General Hayman ’s Harrier Eagle report, he is chasing one of them. "
With Chiat's commentary, plus the previous mastery of his own teams, Figo has completed the battlefield operations on the map, "My knights, look! This should be more intuitive."
The staff in the command center were all around, showing a magnificent picture in front of them. A dozen fiery red arrows scattered on the vast battlefield south of the line of defense. They opened their mouths like blood beasts.
"Who can tell me, what's the problem?" Figo spread his hand.
"General," a young staff stood up.
"Little Griffith, please!" Figo smiled at the youngest combat staff member. He always thought that this young man would become an excellent general after a period of experience!
"General, fellow staff, have you noticed? Although our front has stabilized, but here ..." Griffiths pointed to an area on the map. "Our army's red arrows have all crossed the center of the zone. In this area, a military vacuum has been formed in the area from the army headquarters to the southern theater. "
All the officers have turned from the surface situation on the battlefield. Although the front has been initially stabilized, there has been a military vacuum zone that should not appear on the rear of the front. On the map, this zone is just right in all red. Outside the arrow.
"This is not the most serious," Major Griffiths continued: "The central cluster of Persians is still not moving. If they burst into the middle of the line of defense, then our reserve team must rush there. If they Going south, then we must order the first army and the reserve team to block together, so that the two cavalry brigades of the enemy are possible without using the cavalry maneuver forces belonging to each fortress. Break through the defense of the Third Army, but if we use the cavalry maneuver forces of each fortress, the central cluster of Persians will choose the fortress with a discounted defense force to attack and destroy. So ... "
"So the most serious thing is that we have no soldiers now!" Figo took the words of Major Griffiths, and he looked at his young staff with satisfaction.
All officers present changed their faces. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is right! The three corps of the Front Army have all fallen into the battlefield. Except for the reserve brigade and the mixed riding brigade of the second son of the Anlu family, they have no soldiers from the front line of Warrekusen to the southern theater! No soldiers can be dispatched in front of the upcoming attack by the Persians? This perception is devastating!
"report!"
The officers looked in the direction of the door, and saw a communication officer standing at the door. A scarred hawk eagle fell on his shoulder. It seemed that it should be an emergency report sent back by the front line. The time for Harrier Eagle to return to the nest is omitted!
"Reporting general, Lieutenant General Leo Rosten, the commander of the Third Cavalry of the Front, reports urgently!"
"Nian!" Figo had stood up from his seat.
"The enemy in front of us has broken through our defense line and defeated our first division. It was not the two brigade brigade that launched the raid, but the main cavalry army of Mogadishu that had been hiding behind the front line!"
The officers present shouted like frying pans, except for Figo, Chiat, and the young Griffiths, who whispered a tacit understanding.
"It's finally time to come!"