Chapter 1306： Wasteland-Total War (1/2)
Strictly speaking, this is a war in which both sides have made long preparations, but the preparations on both sides are insufficient, and the timing of its outbreak is beyond everyone’s expectation—everything is beyond the plan and not complete. According to the blueprint of the participants, everything happened suddenly, and the coping ability of the frontline soldiers became the decisive factor. Everything was gradually getting out of control, only the "out of control" itself permeated throughout.
The silver empire’s communications were cut off, the status of the elven allies was unknown, the magnificent wall and the sentry tower were clearly in a fatal error state, the barrier that had been protecting the civilized world for seven centuries was quickly disintegrating and disappearing, and the inside of the wall was abandoned The number of monsters lingering in the depths and gathering clearly exceeded the upper limit of the theoretical value, and its fierce momentum and vaguely displayed "discipline" during the attack were even more shocking. In the face of this variable, we had to turn offense to defense, turning it into a rock to block the out-of-control and widening gap of the magnificent wall—the changes in the situation shocked both experienced commanders and veterans.
As for the Aberrant Corps attacking the northern line of defense, they imagined that the “mortal army hurriedly challenged, the paralyzed barrier defenders collapsed, and the tide of distortions rushed into the civilized country.” The scene outside the wall did not happen. Instead of rushing to disperse, humans set up steel barriers as if they had been prepared for a long time. The chariot troops and heavy artillery positions like a moving city wall began to roar out of sight, and the reckless army was on the road to reunion. In the fire and rain enveloped, in the huge explosion, the filthy and corrupted limbs flew into the air together with the mud and rocks under their feet. The dark druid priest who was in charge of commanding at the rear of the legion was also taken aback.
Both sides were taken aback. In this war, the first and biggest consensus reached by the two warring parties appeared at this moment: What is the opposite of TM.jpg? !
A low buzzing across the sky, the shadows of Dragoon fighters passing from the bottom of the low and depressed clouds, those anti-gravity aircraft with inverted cone-shaped chassis are diving and maneuvering over the tide of distortion like Swifts. The heavy aerial bombs or incendiary bombs he carried were all dropped, explosions and flames splashed in the enemy like waves in the water, and at the same time, a black and red arc rose from the ground, crossing the return of the bombing troops. During the path, two aircraft were strafed in the air, and the explosion disintegrated, and more aircraft completed the bombing and bombing operations and quickly returned to the propulsion base located in the southern part of the belt plain.
The forward information is also more clearly presented in the eyes of the base commander as the flying troops return.
"Aberrations are everywhere, almost the same as mud flowing on the ground." In the command center, the holographic projection was clearly showing the image returned by the frontline troops, and a dark-skinned adjutant stood beside Philip. Speaking quickly, "They only wandered near the breakthrough point or even farther away, but after the abnormal appearance of the magnificent wall, these wandering monsters seemed to suddenly receive a signal and began to wave. The earth rushed towards us-and precisely towards the hole in the barrier."
"How many are there? How many follow-ups?" Philip asked quickly.
"It is impossible to count. Monsters from deeper in the wasteland are constantly gathering to join this'tide'," the adjutant shook his head solemnly, "As long as this tide passes, there is no sensible distortion. "Respond to the call" immediately, there is no way to calculate it. Moreover, those monsters also have certain anti-air capabilities. Their arcs and energy rays can hit our dragoons, which will cause a lot of interference in reconnaissance."
Philip frowned and quickly analyzed and summarized possible clues in the situation reported by the adjutant. Two seconds later, he said in a deep voice: "There should be some kind of'command system' in them, just like the original crystal cluster army. The command system is likely to be mixed with their main force somewhere, the principle may be a certain pheromone, or it may be a nerve impulse... They can make nearby irrational aberrations follow orders and act..."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at his adjutant: "Look for the most tightly defensed areas or areas with obvious energy accumulation in the enemy army, and concentrate the firepower to destroy which units-if the enemy has too much firepower to reach, then increase the offensive. Winter. The General has completed the calibration of the main gun, and notified the frontline troops that the fire support they need will be delivered within ten minutes.
"Yes! General!"
The adjutant took the order and quickly passed the instructions down. The command system of the entire First Army Corps has begun to operate at high speed. Orders are transmitted from the command post and sent to the front line. The first-hand intelligence that the frontline soldiers contacted is also fast. It is sent to the high-level commander of the propulsion base through various communication stations set up on the belt plain.
High-level commanders such as Philip and Wright stand in front of a wide tactical platform. Several holographic projection crystals set on the platform are projecting various scenes. The largest picture is the entire area currently under the control of the First Army. Sand table projection—the projection has a translucent plain and hills marked by a crossfire area marked by bright color blocks. At present, the blue color block representing the First Army is still firmly rooted at the foot of the magnificent wall, while the black and red tide representing the enemy army is still firmly rooted at the foot of the wall. Rushing to the gap in waves, the tide is constantly being wiped out, and the blue color blocks occasionally fade and fill. On the surface, the two sides still maintain an offensive and defensive balance as a whole.
But the balance is not lasting-Philip knows this very well.
Because on the holographic projection, the pale green translucent phantom that represents the magnificent wall and the sentry tower is steadily weakening. On the line of defense facing Cecil's legion, in the middle of the barrier built by the elves There has been a "gap" large enough to accommodate half a city, and the scope of this gap is still expanding!
Although the First Legion is strong, the main gun of the Winter General is good, but it can only hit the area within its range. This magnificent wall continues to collapse like this, and it will not take long for the gap to expand to be completely unstoppable. The extent, especially those dangerous areas outside the surveillance range—human beings can’t stand in that place, and the deformed monsters don’t care if it is a quagmire or a poisonous swamp!
And this is not the worst scenario Philip could imagine...
The young imperial commander frowned and stared at the holographic projection in front of him, but what emerged in his mind was the entire Gondor Wasteland.
It’s probably not just Cecil’s line of defense that collapsed. Now the communication in the direction of the Silver Empire has been cut off. This shows that there is a big problem with the uppermost control center of the entire magnificent wall, so the worst possibility is... the entire wasteland. The surrounding barriers are disappearing.
The entire civilized world is quickly exposed to the wasteland!
It was obvious that Philip was not the only one who thought of this. The tall Wright also frowned. The practitioner of the Holy Light said in a deep voice: "Now we can't reach the Silver Empire, and the communication with Typhon is also After a lot of disturbance, I suspect that the scope of the barrier out of control is very large, and it may even collapse across the board...maybe there are huge gaps around the wasteland now."
"... Frankly speaking, I'm not very worried about our side," Philip nodded with a gloomy face, "We still have a lot of back players and reserve forces here, and I'm not very worried about the Typhons. They can carry it. I am the most The worry is on the side of the Silver Empire—they hold the control of the magnificent wall. In this situation, there is obviously something wrong on their side..."
Before he finished his voice, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. The next moment, a correspondent ran into the command hall quickly.
"Report sir!" The correspondent whose face was flushed as he rushed all the way saluted Philip and said very quickly, "Our communication with Camp Typhon has resumed!"