Just as Elena's comrades began to discuss the war, Ankenrien also entered the final countdown. At the front line command at the junction of Enspan and Siloa, Henry Claflyn, the Grand Duke of the Golden Lion, was making the final tactical arrangements for more than 30 commanders, deputy commanders and chiefs of staff from various legions in front of him.

"I would like to emphasize again that our Mage Tower Research Institute has fully confirmed a fact that Gastens cannot release magic again. Therefore, the last obstacle to organizing our offensive has disappeared, and the last obstacle to washing away the shame of the imperial army has been completely shattered. In the past six months, we have assembled fourteen legions on the border, a huge team of more than 800,000 people. We work day and night to train for the sake of the battle one day? Now, 600,000 people are equipped with the latest heavy sword steam rifles, and everyone is familiar with the technology of scattered line combat. The enemy, the total number of those who can be drawn to deal with us is no more than 100,000. Eight people fight one, and we bite the enemy to death. What's there to be afraid of?"

Hearing Claflyn's words, a low laugh sounded in the audience. Henry Claflyn waited for everyone to laugh before continuing, "However, although we have an absolute advantage in our troops, we cannot underestimate the enemy. The enemy has a team that can kill the target from a long distance. The previous idiot Sterling Boseman died under this weapon because he was too reckless. However, the death of this idiot is also beneficial. Now we know that the enemy has a super-range attack weapon. In order to prevent them from killing our officers, this time

The Ministry of Justice has completely adjusted the uniforms and epaulettes of all legions, making us look similar to ordinary soldiers, and minimizing the probability of being killed by the enemy at a long distance. At this point, I know that you are old soldiers for many years and are not used to the crawling military uniforms now." When Claflyn said this, he reached out to touch his clothes. "However, although this military uniform cannot highlight the glory and dignity of everyone as a general, it can make everyone live. I think, everyone should know how to choose this?"

"That's natural!"

"We still know this!"

"Grand Duke Claflyn, let's talk about tactics again."

The more than 30 generals present had no airs at this time, because Henry Claflyn, who stood in front of them, was the most famous leader of Ankenyn's army. The Claflyn family had been passed down for hundreds of years and had never failed in military affairs. They believed that even if the enemy was Gastens, who might be able to release magic, Claflyn would definitely find a way to deal with it.

"The combat plan has been explained before," Claflyn shook his head helplessly, "Since you want to hear it, I will say it again."

He turned around and tapped the map behind him with the long pole in his hand. On the huge map, the red offensive situation map representing Ankenriin, like a half-full blood moon, covering two-thirds of Elena's area.

"From our intelligence, Elena has never forgotten the war during its development. Their industrial layout is a typical onion type, with farmland and private factories and small workshops on the outside. Even if it is occupied and destroyed by us, it will not affect their economy. And between the first, second and third lines of defense, there are sporadic industries from the outside to the inside. Only by successfully destroying their first three lines of defense can we get in touch with their more core industries. At the same time, according to our uncertain news, such defense lines may not only be three layers, but like arsenals, steam power equipment factories, etc., Elena is placed in the Elena Plain. It can be said that if we can successfully peel off the large onion layer by layer of eye-catching skin, we can see the most essence of the enemy in the core of the onion, and the things we want most, their factories and technology."

"If we attack from the north to the south, will there be seven lines of defense?" Someone in the crowd asked. Claflyn glanced at it and knew that it was Jon Wright, the commander of the First Legion, the main attacker. The issue he mentioned had already been mentioned before when arranging the combat plan. It should be emphasized again when he mentioned it.

"It shouldn't be," Henry Claflyn quickly answered Jon Wright's question, "The most dense enemy defense line is in the east, south and north. According to the information we have, there should be no such high-intensity defense line. The reason why we launched a general attack from the junction of the two provinces this time was to tear apart the connection between the enemy's raw material production and industrial gathering places, and break into the enemy's interior from weak points. The enemy's 80,000 defense troops were still scattered on the eastern defense line of the two provinces. Less than 50,000 people could gather together to welcome our attack in a short time. I think that in this case, as long as we pay attention to protecting ourselves and not be killed by the enemy's ultra-long-range weapons, victory should be not far away."

"Ao!!!"

Although they are all knowledgeable generals, everyone's desire for victory is still strong. Claflyn finally emphasized again, "Everyone, this combat plan is the final combat plan. Because of inconvenient transportation and communication, you can decide on the specific combat methods and routes of their respective legions. As long as they meet our requirements and attack our designated targets. Unless there is a special situation, our headquarters will not issue combat orders to you. Everyone, let's leave later, I hope we can meet again in Roswell with the joy of a great victory!"

"Smack it off"

The generals applauded warmly, took turns to embrace Claflyn, and then said goodbye to leave. The war will begin the day after tomorrow, and they will rush back to their legions, arrange tasks, and prepare for attack. At this time, the role of confidentiality is no longer so important. Even if the enemy has learned about their plans, the remaining day will be far from enough to respond.

As Henry Claflyn said, victory is waving to them.

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Dada Evort pulled his feet out of the muddy land, frowned and looked at the dark brown mud on the boots, a little unhappy. His family was not well off, and the boots sent by the army were of good quality. He originally planned to take care of him carefully to see if he could bring him two pairs home, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such an annoying thing as soon as he entered Elena's territory.

The land that had begun to plow spring was soft and fertile. The farmers who had cultivated these lands obviously used all their energy and strength to take care of them. One by one, the land was stretched straight to the distance, and then separated by horizontal fields, like blocks made by skilled craftsmen, arranged on this land. Behind Dada Evort, soldiers wearing Ankenry's red uniforms were struggling hard. At their feet, the land lost its tranquility and beauty, leaving black memories for all the soldiers.

"I've been walking for a day. I'm just stepping on mud, what about the enemy?"

Next to Dada Evolt were soldiers of the Third Company of the Third Regiment of the Second Division of the First Division of the National Salvation Army. Francisco Ali, who and Dada Evolt were from the same small town. They became close friends in the army and almost talked about anything.

"I don't know... I heard that the Fourth Division can take a hard path, so I really envy them."

Dada Evolt said softly, then took a few steps and walked towards an armored chariot stuck in the mud on the side. The four wheels were installed vertically in front of the four wheels, two large iron plates protruding in shield shape, using equipment from Elena's Chaoyang steam engine. Dada and others called the steam shield chariot, and the official code was called the Shield chariot. According to the plan of the senior legion of the legion, these steam shields will cover the soldiers to launch an attack with the enemy's firepower after the battle begins, providing basic protection for the soldiers. At the same time, due to the use of steam power, this armored chariot can also be loaded with thicker armor, which is basically equivalent to the defense ability of three to four layers of plate armor. Even Ankenriin's Thunder Steam Rifle is difficult to destroy this defense.

However, the plan is beautiful, but the reality is not so beautiful. Because there are too many troops invested in the same narrow area, the only two highways connecting Siloa Province and Enspan Province can no longer meet the marching needs of so many troops. In order to maintain military pressure, the legion commander decided to march in full, so the soldiers left the road and entered the land on both sides of the road. They changed from two long red dragons to eight red waves connecting with each other, and attacked firmly forward.

"Come on, push!"

Seeing Dada come over, the company commander Bob Collier, who was already organizing help, quickly waved his hand. Dada nodded and put his hand on the frame of the Shield Chariot with Francesco. This kind of mobile defense facility is good, but the passability is too poor. When encountering such slightly softer land, it is difficult to continue moving forward. Dada followed the push and thought that it has been a day since his troops marched into Ailena. Why has the enemy not responded yet?

"puff--"

Dada had already begun to be familiar with it, as if the ripe watermelon was being smashed. Dada's whole body shook and subconsciously looked at his company commander, but found that the company commander was touching his head in panic. He and Dada looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not me."

While saying this, Bob Collier's hand was still shaking, and it was his fear, like a shadow.

Dada stood up, looked left and right, and indeed saw the commotion not far away.

"I'm from the first company, probably the deputy company commander."

“…”

Bob Collier didn't say anything, he clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

"Come on, I'm not dead, so keep pushing!"

The soldiers who were still a little panicked just now saw that Bob had calmed down and all looked at him with longing eyes. They stopped carving out in a panic, shouting trumpets together, pushing out the strong shield chariot trapped in the mud.

Dada finally used some strength to push out the steam shield. His description just now was not accurate. Although he had not encountered a large army since entering Ailena, the enemy's long-range rifle never stopped. One day, Dada had seen three company commanders and a regiment commander blown their heads in front of him. These people could shoot from far away, and they could neither predict nor trace. The soldiers with Dada's desire to fight became even more powerless and fragile as the lives disappeared.

"I said, how did these people find the officers? Everyone is wearing the same clothes now and has no epaulettes. How did they tell it?"

Francisco Ali walked to Dada's side with deep kicks and shallow kicks, lowering his voice, "I heard that some people are lost again, how about it, do you want it..."

"If you get lost, you will have no money." Dada shook his head and opposed Francisco's suggestion. "They are all officers who kill, and they have little to do with us. I want to continue fighting, at least to see if the enemy can release magic."

"Okay, it's up to you. I'll take a look. If I do it twice, I'll definitely find a chance to run away. This is so scary."

Francisco was playing with his waist while speaking, as if someone was aiming at him from a distance. Dada reached out and pushed him, then stood up straight, shook his shoulders, and moved the loose steam backpack on his back up to make himself more comfortable. After a day, his steam backpack had been added once, but he still had not encountered an enemy. Judging from Dada's feeling, the time for the next time to add water was not far away.

"Look, what is that?"

Francisco, who had been bent over, stood up straight at some point. In front of him, wherever his finger pointed, a gray line appeared within Dada's field of vision.

"That...is the enemy?"

Dada set up a pergola with his hands and looked at it, feeling a little uncertain. Seeing the gray line, he was even relieved. Finally, he finally encountered the enemy.

"Bang-Bang-Bang-"

With two long drums, the team stopped. The enemy was already visible to the naked eye, and it was obviously not safe to use the marching queue again. Company Commander Bob Collier shouted a few words on the spot and then became quiet. After a while, three more rapid drum sounds came to mind.

"Split up, attack formation!"

The message conveyed by the drum sound was extremely clear, and Bob no longer hesitated. He waved his hand and rushed forward with the team. Dada tried hard to recall the key points of the training, kept basically consistent with the soldiers around him, and advanced in the muddy land. Behind him, the familiar steam engine sounded the steam shield.

"It seems that I'm going to fight!"

Francisco bent over and trotted past Dada. The steam backpack on his back was shaking, making Dada feel dizzy. He was stunned for a second, and then ran away.
Chapter completed!