"Father, our casualties are counted."

When Karim Ronin, the third adopted son of the Grand Duke of the Glacier, and the commander of the Second Legion of the Ronninger Army, opened the military tent, Charlie Ronin was looking at a map hanging in the middle of the military tent. Unlike Karim expected, Charlie Ronin was not looking at the battle area they were currently in on the map, but looked at the further east of the Ankenrien Empire, where there were glacier defense lines and the East Ocean.

"Oh, how about it? That boy Wenfeng's soldiers died a lot, right?"

"Abstract statistics show that there are about 8,000 casualties, 3,700 people died and less than 1,000 injured."

"They are all good soldiers..."

Charlie Ronin sighed, his expression did not have much joy after victory. Ganel Mahsara, the commander of the First Legion of the Ronninger Army, stood aside and saluted heavily.

"We are all soldiers of the Grand Duke, who live for the Grand Duke, and die for the Grand Duke!"

"I know what you mean, I just feel sorry for them. They did not die on both sides of the glacier, but on the land of their own country." Charlie Ronin's tone was full of sadness, "Push me to this point, push Ankenry to the brink of division, Paul Gibson, must accept the judgment and punishment of the people!"

"That's natural, I believe that in the near future, my father will definitely be able to send Paul Gibson to the gallows with his own hands!"

Karim actively expressed his opinion and then asked for instructions, "Father, now we have won the first battle. I would like to tell you how to fight later."

"Continue to fight, and fight another legion-level battle tomorrow! Force the opponent out of Munze!" Charlie Ronin's idea was obviously clear, "The First Legion and the Second Legion cannot leave the glacier defense line for too long. We must seize enough strategic depth before the end of the civil chaos in the Aronte Empire so that we can make the next plan. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

Karim Ronin and the commander of the First Legion, Ganel Mahsarazzi, nodded and responded loudly. Charlie Ronin had already made a clear statement about Roninger's tactics before the war. Now all countries are solving the problems of magicians and mage towers and have no energy to expand to the outside world. They Roninin should make good use of this time difference, transfer the elite troops of the Glacier Defense Line to the Western Front, take down the eastern part of Milumiya Province and the Long Province, and get enough strategic depth. Then transfer the troops of the Glacier Defense Line back, so that the recruits recruited previously built fortifications on site, waiting for the Negru Republic to attack on both sides after the war in Toulucas again, completely kill Paul Gibson, and achieve Charlie Ronin's revenge.

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"I don't quite understand why we lose?"

Opposite the Roninger army, Wenfeng Gibson, who had just lost the first legion battle in his life, was having a meeting with his generals to discuss. The commander of the Second Legion, Harris Jenkins, the commander of the Third Legion, Tyrell Roland, and other senior officers and combat staff were crowding in the tent to participate in the discussion.

"According to the frontline soldiers, the enemy on the opposite side was extremely determined when they lined up and shot them, and they didn't look like new recruits at all."

"The prisoners we caught said that they were not new recruits, and were previously stationed on the Glacier Defense Line, with the number 2nd Division and the Fourth Division of the First Legion."

"It can be concluded that Charlie Ronin mobilized the army of the Glacier Defense Line, and those soldiers confronted the Arand Empire for many years, and were better than our recruits in terms of experience and fighting will."

The generals and the staff members talked and soon found the reason for the defeat. The irritable Harris Jenkins even directly dropped the folder in his hand.

"Charlie Ronin is treason! The glacier defense line is related to the entire Ankenry because of the strategic situation in the east, how can he give up easily!"

"General Jenkins, Charlie Ronin has been betrayed, and it seems nothing wrong to say he is treason."

The commander of the Third Legion, Tyrel Roland, replied coldly and raised his own point of view, "Our question now is how to deal with the enemy opposite. I think the most urgent task is to stay on the spot and wait for assistance to fight the Munze defense battle. If necessary, we can also follow the example of the Republic of Negru and build an iron shield chest wall defense line."

"The iron shield chest wall defense line is a good idea." Although Wen Feng had never commanded troops before, he did a lot of homework. Although the war between Ankenryin and the Republic of Neglu did not last long, he knew the pros and cons of the two sides during the battle. "This kind of defense line cannot even break through our hand-cannon cavalry, so the enemy naturally has no choice. Since Uncle Luo Ning has transferred all the troops on the Glacier Defense Line, his rear must be empty. Is there a chance here?"

"Your Highness, the rear of Roninger is the East Ocean, and the south is the Alangte Empire. We are beyond our reach and cannot exert influence. In this case, it is not easy to incite the Alangte Empire to attack Roninger, after all, that is also our own territory."

"That's true," Wen Feng thought about it, but decided to adopt Mahsarah's opinion. "I have never fought a war. My experience in the 7th Division of the Guards was more of a learning experience. Now I have the opportunity to become the deputy commander of the Central Military Region, relying on your military talents. In this matter, I personally think that the temporary victory or defeat is not important. The most important thing in the war should be to prevent the other party from getting what they want. Since Uncle Luo Ning wants to use the elite of the Glacier Defense Line to open the situation in Muenze, we cannot let him fight so smoothly, establish a chest wall iron shield defense line, press his elite on Muenze, and then let my warlike brother open the situation in the south. What do you think?"

"Your Highness the Prince doesn't care about temporary gains and losses, we admire the overall situation first." Jenkins, the commander of the Second Corps, was the first to stand up for it, "And the guards led by the Sixth Prince are the elite troops who fought the Negru War. They are in the province, so it will definitely be easier for us to open up the situation."

"What do you think?" Prince Wenfeng is a gentle person. Seeing that his proposal was affirmed by Jenkins, he turned to ask others, and the other generals naturally had no different opinions. The daytime battle has shown the enemy's strength in the will and combat effectiveness of the soldiers. He shrank behind the iron shield chest wall, practiced soldiers, and handed over the forward task to the sixth prince. Naturally, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Okay, then that's it. I'll write a book immediately for reference for the Sixth Emperor."

Wen Feng nodded slightly. Even if he set the general tone of Muenze's defense war, the letters he wrote and the matter of asking the Sixth Prince to attack would naturally reach the ears of those who should hear them, and they should have the effect.

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"My brother was defeated and wanted me to help him save the situation."

Elliot put Prince Wenfeng's letter on the table, stood up and looked at the sand table in front of him. The province where the Guards were located was close to the south and south of Ankenrien, and the Kalanliot province of Ronninger on the east side. According to the reports of the spies in the early stage, the opponent on the opposite side was Charles Ronning's first adopted son, Valsh Ronning.

"Prince Wenfeng is not in military affairs, so the decisions he made are more considered from a political perspective. The iron shield and chest wall defense line is a powerful tool for dealing with gun platoon tactics. Even our hand-cannon cavalry has many inconveniences to deal with. Mu Enze sticks to the waiting for assistance, which is a safe idea and can also hold back the enemy's elite. The second prince's move has put the important task of breaking the situation on your side."

"Come on, I'm afraid I can't get it." Elliot was confident. "If the permanent garrison of the Glacier Defense Line is two legions, both in Lux Province, there will be no soldiers on our opposite brother Valsh. He probably has a headache now."

"Valsh has never been able to respect Ronin. This time the Grand Duke of the Glacier let him guard the province alone, which is a bit strange." Vincent Nafle, chief of staff of the Guards, stood in front of the sand table and said to himself, "But no matter what, you have to fight before you know."

"Yes, I let that little bastard Gastenth fight with Elena for so long, just for the current glory rifle? Three divisions, either Elliott rifle or Honor rifle, have a range of twice that of Type 27. What are we afraid of?"

"That's natural, the advantage in weapons has been proven in the Negru War. Tomorrow, as long as our command and soldiers' morale are not a problem, it should be a big problem to defeat Valsh."

Vincent's judgment was reasonable, and Eliot also knew that he nodded and, with the old minister who followed him from the battlefield of Negru and had gained his trust, began to discuss the details of tomorrow's war. In his plan, defeating Valsh with a dignified decisive victory would completely wash away the shame he had cast on Tulucas.

However, things were not as smooth as Prince Eliot expected. The next morning, when his First Division and Second Division of the Guards Army approached Carronliot and unfolded its formation in front of the enemy's barracks, they encountered a very familiar matter.

It was a series of low chest walls and a thick iron shield set on the chest wall, more than one person tall. It was an iron shield defense line that Elliot had personally experienced, which could resist the impact of gunfiremen.

"I was negligent." Standing on the podium, watching his soldiers easily break through the enemy's gun line, but were blocked by the Iron Shield Defense Line, Elliot reflected on himself, "We know about the Iron Shield Defense Line, and Uncle Luo Ning naturally knows it too. If the second brother can use the Iron Shield Defense Line in Muenze, no one stipulates that the opposite Varsh cannot be used."

"This is indeed a problem," Vincent also frowned. "Using the current tactics, if you want to break through the iron shield defense line, you either take a detour or rush hard. If you take a detour, the Alangte Empire is on the south and the Second Prince's defense zone is on the north, and it cannot be done."

"Then you can only attack hard?" Elliot gritted his teeth, "It's not a good deal, right? This is the iron shield defense line. If you attack hard, you can't use the range advantage of our Honor Rifle."

"There is nothing to do about this." Vincent's idea is very clear, "Where can't die in war? We are now strong now, and the opposite side is an unpopular non-main force. Even if the iron shield chest wall defense line is extremely strong, the soldiers under him may not be that useful. We use elite troops and kill the enemy's new recruits, which have an advantage in morale and experience."

"So we should attack hard?" Elliot heard what Vincent meant.

"Your Highness the Second Prince has been defeated and has decided to stick to it. You can't explain it to His Majesty the Emperor..."

"Well," Elliot sighed softly, "Just fight, you have to hand over the hard bones to the most powerful person, right?"

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"Sir, the latest news about the spies on the other side, Ankenry has broken out due to the civil war. Charlie Roninger's troops were divided into two groups, one by one, going to Lux Province, and heading for Munze. The other side is defending the Karonliot border to prevent the fight."

Intelligence officer Aidan Piro stood in front of Gukohein Foster and was reporting Ankenrien's latest eastward direction. As the commander of the 4th Division of the 77th Army of the Aronte Empire in the Glacier Line, Gukohein Foster had thin cheeks and tall cheekbones. He was not the kind of powerful general of Kong Wu. But his eyes were always full of fighting spirit.

"Charlie Ronin, that old fox, is sure that we don't dare to hit them now. The troops he took on the North Line must be our old friends. I just don't know how many Jenkins and Roland had taken away."

"Sir, the order from the Army Headquarters is that no matter what happens opposite, we cannot move without any move until the matter at the Mage Tower becomes clear."

Aidan Piro heard the faint fighting spirit in Gukohein's words and reminded him indirectly, "Now His Majesty the Emperor is snatching control with the Mage Tower. Although you claim to be loyal to the country as a border guard, you can live under one of them after all, and it is not in our interest to start a war without any intention."

"How do you know I'm going to hit?" Gulakos turned his head and looked sly, "Have I said it? Tell me, did I say it?"

"That's not..."

Seeing that Gulakos started to cheat again, Piro was a little helpless. His playmate, who has been a child since he was a child, always had this kind of careless attitude whenever he encountered such a taboo thing. Based on his life experience, he could not stop him.

"I'll send a few people to the opposite side to see, is this OK?"

Gulakos also knew that he could not hide it from his friends in front of him, "Besides, as long as I win and regain the Scott area that has been lost to the opposite side, no matter who comes to power, they have to give me some face, right?"

Aidan Piro stopped talking, but looked directly at Gulakos and told him with his own eyes that this matter was very serious and had a great deal and could not be decided easily. But Gulakos responded to him with equal firmness, even full of confidence that could overflow. The two looked at each other for a while, and Aidan Piro was defeated countless times.

"Forget it, I'll listen to you," Aidan Piro picked up the long pole on the sand table and pointed to the blue river that meandered across the border between the two countries. "Tell me, what are you going to fight?"
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