To the east of the junction of Siloa and Enspan, in a small town called Flosiva, the headquarters of the battle, Henry Claflyn, the Grand Duke of the Golden Lion, stood in front of a huge sand table, silent. The information sent back from the front line that is more than 500 kilometers long is summarized, gathered, analyzed and decided, and eventually became the next macro-tactic command, and then sent back to the staff of the various legions. In Henry Claflyn's plan, there should be no problem at the beginning of this war. After all, it was a sudden attack, and it also had a huge advantage in force, and the weapons also eliminated the generation gap. In theory, it should be able to break a distance before encountering the enemy's countermeasure. However, the information feedback from the First and Second Legions was like a forbidden spell magic, which completely shattered Henry Claflyn's original plan.

This small town in Flosiva brings together the best combat staff in the country. Some of them participated in the Battle of the Roninger Recovery, and some families were families of war generals of the times. But even so, there is no unified way for everyone to deal with the current situation.

"... Maybe we can try to break through the flank? That kind of weapon cannot be invincible, it must have weaknesses..."

"First of all, we need to figure out whether it is a magic guide. If it is a grinding guide, we cannot deal with it with human power..."

"What should we do if the defeated soldiers of the First Legion and the Second Legion are attacking the flanks of the Third Legion and must be reorganized..."

"Retreat. It is said that the soldiers of the First Legion have exploded, have no will to fight, and several small mutinies have also erupted..."

"What about the Fourth, Five and Sixth Army? Their flanks are now exposed. Should we defend ourselves?"

"Let's attack directly. We will capture Ailena. Without support, they will have no choice..."

"The offensive of the 7th and 8th Legion was not smooth either. The enemy's resistance was very tenacious. The firepower of the steam machine gun was too fierce and difficult to deal with."

"The Shield Chariot works well on hard roads. Should I use it together?"

Discussions of all sizes were heard one after another in the huge staff room. The staff analyzed, discussed, and formed preliminary plans, but no one gave them to Claflynn. This meant that the entire staff still did not reach a consensus.

"Grand Duke Claflyn, the Third Legion, wrote to ask what to do next. Their flanks have been exposed now. The enemy's firepower and weapons have exceeded our expectations. Do they want to stop?"

Ankenry, Secretary of Defense, Chief of Staff of General Staff of Elena, stood on the side of Henry Claflynn, holding a thick stack of letters, each with a fire paint marking of emergency.

"...I need to think about it." Henry Claflyn looked at the sand table in front of her, and her voice was soft. On that huge sand table, the blue color representing the enemy began in the province of Siloa, like a short but sharp dagger, pierced into the northern wing of the main attacking legion group. The red flags representing the First and Second legions had been pulled down, and replaced by the brown block representing the defeated soldiers, piled up on the flanks of the Third legion, which had become the latest instability factor.

"Let everyone stop."

Henry Claflyn looked at the brown block and couldn't breathe out in his heart. Two legions had 120,000 new weapons suspected to be magic weapons on the enemy, and they were powerless to fight back. It is said that the front line was thrown away and the enemy had abandoned their armor and was devastated. Many established armies only heard that the front line collapsed. After the enemy put the magic weapons, they directly exploded the battalion and dispersed without fighting. It is said that Sam MacDonald, the commander of the First Legion, had been killed by the enemy's long-range weapons. It is said that the commander of the Second Legion fell off his horse while running away and broke his right leg. He carefully prepared for two years of war and trained the army for two years, but when fighting, he was not as good as the mob. How could this make Henry Claflynn feel attentive?

In just a moment, Chief of Staff John Culkin had attracted everyone's attention. The staff stopped and looked at Henry Claflyn, waiting for his instructions.

"The situation is very clear now," Henry Claflyn cleared his throat. "The enemy used a weapon we had never seen before, similar to our Shield Chariot, but it was more advanced and more powerful than Shield Chariot. I admit that this weapon is very powerful, but I don't think it is a magic weapon. The flying warship that sanctioned the Mage Tower back then was called a magic weapon. This kind of crude device that emitted huge noise and deliberately depicted patterns that increase people's fear can only be some kind of artificial, steam-powered weapon, and cannot be a magic weapon. Our next battle strategy is based on this assumption!"

"Dagong--"

A staff member raised his hand and wanted to ask a question. Henry Claflyn glanced at him and ignored it. "This is the final judgment of our headquarters and the final decision. We have sent the relevant information back to Roswell in expedited time. The Sanctions Mage Tower Institute will give us the final answer. Before this, our specific tactics for the next stage are as follows:"

There was a lot of sounds of book-turning around the scene. Everyone was from the army, so they naturally knew that the decision of the commander-in-chief was the final order. They suppressed their panic and uneasiness about the advanced weapons and prepared to record Henry Claflyn's instructions.

"The main attacking legion lost the first, second and second legions, and six legions, the sixth, seventh and eighth legions continued to attack with all their strength according to the previous tactics, separate Enspan and Siloa provinces, and cut off their transportation routes. The Third Legion gathered the First Legion, the Second Legion's defeated soldiers, arranged defense lines on the spot along the flanks, dug trenches, and built iron shield chest walls to prevent the enemy's armored forces from moving south. The Fourth Legion turned to the north, the Fourth Legion from the east side, and the Fifth Legion from the west, forming a pocket array with the Third Legion's defense line, and enclosing the enemy's troops in

.If we make a good judgment, this unit should be the main force of the enemy. Since we cannot defeat them in the offense, then let them attack us and find the enemy's weaknesses in the defense. As for the six legions responsible for assists, the battle reports so far have broken through the enemy's first line of defense, which is also related to the enemy's lack of full defense. The Ninth to Fourteenth Legions continue to attack quickly. Our target is Ailena. As long as they capture Ailena, no matter how powerful their weapons are, they are just rootless trees and water without source, and nothing is scary!"

Henry Claflyn paused and asked again.

"What else is there except for the magic weapon?"

"Grand Duke", there is a staff member to raise his hand, "What if the Third Legion can't stop it? What should we do if the enemy breaks through the bottom of the pocket array?"

"Then Shelley Amel can die."

Henry Claflyn's voice was cold. Shelley Amel was the commander of the Third Legion and the general family. With the experience of the First Legion and the Second Legion, relying on his superior strength to defend the territory, if he could not stop the enemy's armored troops from moving south, he could indeed die.

Seeing Henry Claflyn get angry, he was silent for a while and someone asked another question.

"What if the enemy has other armored troops attacking us from another place?"

Hearing this question, John Calkin took a breath quietly. This is a key question. They are not sure about the enemy's troops, nor do they know how many monster chariots the enemy has. If the enemy really has it, it will indeed have a huge impact on the attack.

"Share the intelligence of the First Legion and the Second Legion, attack the flanks, dig out roadblocks, and see if they can stop them. Tell the people below who find a way to deal with such a chariot, I will directly ask His Majesty to give him a marquis!"

There was another rustling sound at the scene. The staff members were very envious of the rewards given by Henry Claflyn and secretly decided to study the enemy's chariots more. However, they still had questions in their minds. What should the legions do if they continue with such vague orders? The flanking was unstable during the attack, but this kind of separation tactic that penetrated deep behind the enemy was a taboo.

"Is there any problem?"

Henry Claflyn looked around and was tough. The staff members bowed their heads and stopped looking at him, so the Grand Duke of Golden Lion nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, that's that big. We have the advantage of military strength and no substitution for weapons. We just have a few new tanks, and they are piled up to death with people, right?"

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"Hurry, left, left, they're going to the left! Weiss, yours, ready to shoot!"

Observer Balle Warren's voice was a little nervous, and he felt like he was about to catch fire in the stuffy car. The commander Shelley Amel observed the road ahead through the observation hole, and his left and right hands controlled the power push rod to keep the beast moving forward smoothly. From time to time, bullets hit the blood tiger's shell, making a slight tinging sound. The tinging sound was very slight, and it would be difficult to detect if you didn't carefully distinguish it from the huge whistle of the steam turbine.

Blood Tiger is the name given to them by the tank team of the giant beast No. 003. They first painted the tank, and they came up with it. Like all other chariot teams that had the opportunity to contact the tank after layers of selection, they fell in love with the car as soon as they saw this car.

"There are enemies on the right, and there are enemies on the right!! The brothers behind them have defeated them, both wings are safe, and both wings are safe!"

Observer Barel Warren was still shouting that he had to use the maximum voice to make his comrades around him hear him. Weiss Warren, who was in charge of the machine gun on the left, turned his eyes away from the observation mirror and made a gesture of no problem at them. The commander and driver Shelley Amel gave the order loudly.

"Keep going! Fire cover!!!"

"Dadadada—"

The dense machine gun sounded again, and the Blood Tiger continued to advance steadily. Shelley Amel saw through the observation window that the enemy in red in front was retreating under his own firepower. This gave him a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment from the heart. How could this tank, a tank designed and manufactured by Gastens, be destroyed and shaken by the enemy?

"Two wings are safe, two wings are safe!!!"

Observer Balle Warren was still shouting. He shouted a few times, turned around to look at the observation mirror in the rear, confirmed that the rear troops followed closely, and reported here.

"The brothers behind are following!"

"Okay! Keep going! Discover the trench!!!"

Driver Shelley Amel saw a trench ahead, which was obviously the enemy's newly dug, shovel and other tools were thrown aside, which did not stop the Blood Tiger. The Blood Tiger's body size did not pressure the trench of this width. However, Shelley Amel decided to be more cautious. He stopped the car and asked the outside soldiers to confirm the situation of the trench.

"No problem, you can pass!"

In just a moment, the observer on the outside car pulled the wrench indicating safety. Shelley Amel gently pushed the joystick, and the Blood Tiger roared through the trench.

"The enemy retreated, the enemy retreated!!!"

Observer Balle Warren shouted loudly, with joy in his voice, Shelley smiled and gave an order.

"Continue to chase! Chase the monkey!"

After two attacks, the Blood Tiger Car Team was already familiar with the possible reactions that the enemy might have. After trying various attack methods without success, the enemy would lose confidence and collapse and flee. But what they could not imagine was that the Blood Tiger's speed was far beyond their escape speed. Shelley and his friends only needed to control the Blood Tiger to chase behind these people and keep the troops behind the chariots advance simultaneously, and often in half a day they could disperse the enemy's three or four divisions. During the first attack, the main joint chariot troops of the Workers' and Peasants' Revolutionary Army even directly defeated the two enemy legions.

"Pay attention to speed, pay attention to speed!!!"

Observer Balle was still shouting, and Shelley closed the joystick. Although the tank was almost invincible, the necessary safety measures were still needed. Maintaining coordinated attacks with the infantry comrades was a basic requirement. After all, the vision in the tank was limited and there was no infantry protection, and it was indeed possible to encounter crises.

"Chief! How far will we chase this time?"

Shelley asked loudly, his tone was obviously relaxed. The first half hour of launching the attack was the most difficult, and as long as he survived, it would be much easier later. Now he was already interested in chatting, and although his voice was hoarse, he was full of interest.

"Didn't you mean to drill through their defense today? At least you should destroy their second iron shield chest wall."

Shelley said, confirming the enemy's defense from the observation window, and the second iron shield chest wall was approaching. Once upon a time, when he was a student, the iron shield chest wall was an indestructible fortification by Gastens. But now, he has joined the revolutionary ranks, and Gastens's new weapon is about to completely destroy the enemy's old weapons in a destructive way.

"Galala--"
Chapter completed!