In the words of Paul Gibson after hearing the news, he commented on Charlie Ronin, this man had no reason without his son. From a geographical point of view, Ronninger has a vast land in the eastern part of the Ankeninger Empire. Although his economy is backward, his strategic environment is relatively safe. If there is no accident in the glacier defense line, he only needs to deal with the pressure exerted by the empire from the west. For Ankeninger, he must not only deal with the rebellion of Ronninger in the eastern part, but also the western part.

The retaliation of the Neglu Republic may be launched at any time, and at the same time, it also has to deal with the Third Republic of Vern and the Arronte Empire in the south. The strategic environment is quite complicated. For Roninger, if Charlie Roninger really wants to win, he should launch a limited military attack in the two provinces of Lux and Karonliot near the west side to maintain a strategic balance. As long as he can drag the Neglu Republic to end the civil strife and attack Ankenrien again, his rebellion will be half won.

However, Charlie Ronin did not choose this safest path. On the contrary, he had just ended winter and before spring began, he suddenly launched an attack from Lux Province near the north, as if time was on Paul Gibson's side, not Ronninger's side. This puzzled Paul Gibson and Henry Claflyn, the Duke of the Golden Lion who was the adviser for him. However, he was puzzled by the two, but he was puzzled by the sudden attack of Charlie Ronin. They ordered the Second Corps of the Central Military Region, which gathered near Lux Province, to come forward to fight, and make sure to wipe out the enemy's invasion and fire the first shot since the beginning of the year.

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When the counterattack was passed to the headquarters of the Central Military Region, Wenfeng Gibson had already gone to the front line. The soldiers who sent the order had no choice but to hand over the order to the commander of the Central Military Region Barry McCartney, who was guarding the headquarters of the Central Military Region.

"Don't worry, please report to your Majesty. As soon as the enemy attacked, we started to fight back. We would never let Charlie Ronin get what he wanted."

Barry McCarney said this in front of the messenger. Although his words and attitude were full of sincerity, he could not satisfy the messenger. The messenger repeatedly reminded him to send the order to Prince Wenfeng before saying goodbye, leaving only one contemplative General McCarney.

Barry McCarney, unlike his colleague, Paul Zhong, commander of the Western Theater Command, was personally selected by His Majesty the Emperor. He did not have a big family background, but had deep military knowledge and was sure to have nothing to do with the Mage Tower. Before becoming the commander of the Central Military Region, he was just the commander of the Fifth Division of the Guards, and the maximum number of people in charge was no more than 20,000. Now, the six legions in the entire Central Military Region, with a huge team of more than 360,000 people standing by under his command. As long as he gave the order, he would be invincible and invincible.

At the beginning, Barry McCarney was also worried that he would not be able to do the job. But His Majesty the Emperor's words relieved his doubts.

"I haven't fought a war for eight hundred years. How different do you think those generals are from you? I know your achievements in the Fifth Guards Division. If you do it well, I believe you won't let me down."

"I will definitely not disappoint His Majesty!"

Barry McCarney re-emphasized his ideals in his heart. He knew that His Majesty the Emperor promoted him to such a high level and was his loyalty. And he naturally could not let his greatest advantage have any stains.

"Let's go, prepare the horse, let's go directly to Muenze. Now that the enemy is in front of you, the war has begun. It is not the responsibility of us officers to hide in the headquarters behind!"

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Munze is a big city close to Lux Province and belongs to Milumiya Province. In the sudden attack by Charlie Ronin, she was the first target of the Glacier Duke. The second prince, Wenfeng Gibson, and the Second Army and the Third Army, led by him, will face the enemy's charge.

On the east side of Munze City, on a vast plain, the two sides who had already contacted were developing their own formations. Wenfeng Gibson stood in his command car, watching the dense red-clothed soldiers in front filled the gap between the two armies like flowing water, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, although they are recruits, they train very well. You guys do a good job."

"Your Highness is a mischievous one." Harris Jenkins, the commander of the Second Corps of the Central Military Region, was dressed in military uniform, and the badge on his chest shone brightly in the sun. "This is all His Majesty's wise decision."

"General Jenkins is right," said Tyrell Roland, commander of the Third Corps of the Central Military Region, and the Third Corps, and the first elite troops in the Central Military Region to be equipped and trained according to the orders of His Majesty and the combat experience of the Western Theater Command. Imagine that the enemy was the elite troops of the Republic of Neglu from the beginning, and the tactics used were improved volleyball tactics. One division was equipped with the latest development and design of Honor rifles, with a range even exceeding that of the Welsh Type 2 rifles of the Republic of Neglu. Other divisions temporarily used the Type 27 rifles. However, as far as we know, the opponent also used the Type 27, and everyone was half a dozen, and there were no advantages and disadvantages in weapons."

"I still have to tell the back side that the supply of the glory rifle must be accelerated." Prince Wenfeng listened to the sound of the horn in the air and looked at the green soldiers who were also unfolding opposite his red soldiers, and said earnestly, "After all, a good rifle can reduce the soldiers' casualties."

"Your Highness mercy."

Harris Jenkins and Tyrell Roland bowed together, then asked about the situation of the combat staff on the podium, and watched the war with Prince Wenfeng.

In this era, communication was inconvenient, and legion-level tactics were difficult to change after the pre-war formulation. The division commanders and more grassroots commanders had the power to be arbitrary. Therefore, when the two sides had entered the final confrontation before the war, the people standing on the podium, except for major decisions such as deciding when to increase troops and when to withdraw troops, were actually not much different from the audience in a game.

The loud drums echoed in the air, and the soldiers on their side had basically been fully developed. The plain located in the eastern part of Munze City is called the Triple Leaf Grassland, which grows with a unique local triple Leaf Grass. When it grows vigorously in summer, it can even cover the knees. However, in late winter and early spring, the grassland looks more like a black and gray swamp. In the eyes of Prince Wenfeng, the red and green soldiers on both sides have become the most eye-catching on this gray-black swamp, expanding continuously, as if they are going to swallow the color of the entire grassland.

It was magical, and it seemed that it was different. The troops of both sides controlled about 500 meters of intervals between each other. When both sides had basically completed the arrangement, the five hundred meters of intervals became almost straight gray-black rulers, which divided the troops of both sides. Parallel to the long rulers, in the array of troops of both sides, many gray-black lines were thinner than the long rulers, and were moving forward simultaneously as the soldiers advanced. It was the gap between rows of gun soldiers, about twenty meters. From the perspective of Prince Wenfeng, it was like a crest on the undulating sea.

The drum sound in the air stopped. What stopped with the drum sound was the array of pushing forward between the two sides. Almost at the same time, the red soldiers and the blue soldiers stopped together, and the dense and faint sound of steam rifles came through from the place where the two sides intersected the fronts.

"here we go?"

Prince Wenfeng tiptoed uneasy, hoping to see more clearly. But no matter how hard he tried, the two sides in the distance who were fighting looked like the color puzzle he played when he was a child, and it felt unrealistic no matter how he looked.

"Your Highness, you have already started." According to the arrangement before the war, the Second Legion undertakes the main tasks of this battle. The Legion Commander Harris Jenkins naturally served as the adviser to His Highness the Prince. "In the command of the legion, in order to prevent the headquarters from being raided by enemy cavalry, the resettlement is generally placed relatively low, so from our distance, it seems that the details are really not clear. This is the weather is clear now. If the weather is a little worse, we may not be able to see the enemy and the battlefield at all."

"How to command this way? Or rely on division commanders and more grassroots officers? How do I know if I lost or won?" Prince Wenfeng just took the position of leading the army and didn't understand many things. However, since his father pushed him to this position, he would still do these two things.

"The main thing is that you didn't command many battles before, so you may not have found the rules for the time being. After fighting a few battles, you can see the advantages and disadvantages of both sides on the battlefield. Take today's battle for example. Because the clothes of both sides are different, you just need to look at the neatness of the two sides and find whose formation is messed up first, you can roughly guess who has the advantage."

Wenfeng has learned these contents before, but when he really went to the battlefield, he always felt that he would be more at ease to ask questions. He observed them according to the experience taught by General Jenkins, but found that the formations of both sides were relatively neat, so he asked questions again.

"It doesn't seem to be visible in this way?"

"When the formation is obviously chaotic, it is often the late stage of a major battle. Now both sides have just begun to contact and the formation is maintained well. In this case, you can count the consumption of the gun line between the two sides, or see which side the firefighting zone is moving towards. Generally speaking, moving toward us means that we are at a disadvantage in the front line and cannot generate enough pressure to prevent the other party from moving forward."

Tyrell Roland took over the topic and continued to explain to His Highness the Prince. Prince Wenfeng felt that what he said made sense, so he began to observe according to the method introduced by Roland. It didn't matter with this observation, but he saw the problem.

"Hey, why do I feel that our front is retreating?"

"Ah, no, right? The Second Legion is the legion with the longest training time, shouldn't it?"

Jenkins was a little unbelievable, and he began to observe the battle situation in the distance and soon became quiet.

From the perspective of the command platform, the gray-black ruler that divided the soldiers on both sides had already been bent in many places at this time. It seemed as if the ruler had turned into a gray-black snake, twisting slowly. While twisting, it was gradually moving towards the Second Legion.

"It seems...isn't that great?"

Prince Wenfeng felt that he seemed at a disadvantage according to the knowledge told by the two generals. He asked subconsciously but did not get the expected answer. Both generals seemed to be attracted by the battle from afar. After a while, Jenkins focused his attention on Prince Wenfeng.

"Your Highness, the situation seems to be a bit subtle and unfavorable, which is different from what we expected, but it should still be within our control. Our Ankenrien army has experience in fighting against the wind."

Although he was nominally the deputy commander of the Central Military Region, Wen Feng knew that there was a simple truth to specialize in his skills. He stopped talking or asked questions, but focused on watching the battle ahead, trying to judge the situation by himself. From his perspective, his own rows of rafting platoons lined up side by side seemed to be consuming faster than the opponent. He could even see many defeated red soldiers gathered around the long snake, sometimes falling down.

"The formation is going to be messy."

"Impossible, it's too fast."

"Do you want to join the reserve team?"

"There is no way. Now the formation has been unfolded and the reserve team can't get up in a short period of time. How did they do it?"

Jenkins and Roland began to whisper and exchange views, but accidentally left Prince Wenfeng aside. Although Prince Wenfeng was a little unhappy, he knew not to disturb each other at this time. He calmed down and continued to look at the battle situation ahead.

As time goes by, the situation of the battle seems to be becoming clearer and clearer. With Prince Wenfeng's careful count, his two rows of troops could almost only destroy the opponent's troops. At this speed, the enemy will soon accumulate enough superior troops to decide the outcome.

The situation of the battle was like a balance, and before they knew it, it had tilted to the edge of danger. When the soldiers in red were consumed by about one-third of their side, it seemed as if someone suddenly had turned some switches. They were originally arranged neatly and planned to rush up to the soldiers lined up with the opposite side to shoot them suddenly became messy. They changed from neat red lines to scattered red villains and began to run towards the rear.

"Depend on!"

Although it was not professional, Prince Wenfeng also knew that he had lost the first battle. He turned his head to look at his two subordinates. The commander of the Second Legion, Harris Jenkins, was pale, and his troops were now defeated. Roland, the commander of the Third Legion, looked nervous and was quickly talking to his messenger. Behind Prince Wenfeng, the combat staff were busy, and their voices were buzzing together, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

"Your Highness", although Jenkins was shocked by his own failure, he still did not forget his basic responsibility. "Sorry, we are going to prepare for retreat, and it will soon become unsafe here. Roland's Third Legion wants to establish a line of defense here and gather the defeated troops. We must retreat."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Prince Wenfeng finally realized the cruelty of the war. He nodded and then asked the question in his heart.
Chapter completed!