Most people supported the Assyrian decision, perhaps because they felt that there was no more reasonable solution than this crazy attack, and that if defense could solve a temporary problem, it would not last long.

For war, what is more important is often outside the battlefield, and one cannot expect any benefit from force and destruction in itself.

Fear comes up at the slightest slack, so once people calm down and think about it, they immediately realize that neither defending nor attacking is an easy trade-off on the surface. Whichever way they choose, how they decide, it's not just about whether their own lives survive or not.

Failing in defense will eventually end their lives and they will be seen as tragic heroes. But what if they all die in the indomitable attack? Unintentionally more tragic, more heroes to be sung, people don't care if they succeed or not.

In short, their deaths will have great political significance, and in turn, their families will receive more attention. A small number of officers are completely unconcerned about the survival of their families because of their aristocratic background.

They don't really care about death or survival, tragic death, or more heroic death, these nobles only have a sense of responsibility for their respective motherland. But they would not oppose the option of attacking, and the dullness of the nobles of Greater Zealand doomed them to obedience.

The Assyrian made the decision to attack, not just in words, but in the struggle with how to turn the victory into a brilliant victory, or at least a glorious one.

Opposing opinions are not absent, and it is impossible for everyone in the military parliament to have the same idea. Someone said, "Someone has made a similar choice, and the elite of the Rising Sun and the Assyrians have chosen to go toe-to-toe with the savage demons of Suveli. Commander-in-chief, you know, the result was that they all failed. ”

The Assyrians said in a calm tone: "Their stupidity will not be repeated in me, failure and success vary from person to person, and you can trust me as much as possible, it will only be good for everyone."

Instead, bad luck will strike. In Assyria, ravens are usually messengers of death, and I happened to be aware of the raven's arrival, and there is indeed a terrible raven here, which is a symbol of bad luck for whatever reason.

I am not talking about the noise of a crow standing in the treetops. Sometimes, the alarmism of this evil messenger of death still has some truth in it.

Our opinions must always be unified, if not unified. It is not just my personal regret that the entire expeditionary force will be dealt a terrible blow, and at this time it is necessary for all of us weak to sit down and then completely obey the advice of a strong man. It is right at all times to listen to the commands of the most sane and powerful person. The Assyrians emphasize the meaning of obedience here.

"This man who leads us undoubtedly needs to have great strength and a rational mind, as well as absolute decisiveness and cruelty.

Although I do not want to make everyone feel arrogant, I still want to say that this strong man who has brought us victory and glory should be you, sir! There really wasn't a hint of sarcasm in the voice, it just sounded sarcastic.

"A brilliant victory!" The Assyrian tapped his fingers on the table and jerked them back. The next moment, he swung his fist, slammed it down, and then shouted, and everyone immediately stood up and saluted solemnly.

They want a victory, it doesn't need to be a big victory, as long as it can be promoted.

Any small victory, as long as it appears to be very glorious, is enough.

The more a miracle is needed, the more a classical heroic tragedy is needed. Let the grief and anger of the soldiers prevail over fear and despair. If they were all dominated by fear, it would be better to numb their madness. Let the madness come more quickly than the fear of death.

As the Assyrian philosopher Aberos once said, "Prestige can be established by force, but in order to achieve maximum efficiency, it is necessary to let them be willingly fooled."

After the military council, the Assyrian was thinking alone, apparently his brain was somewhat insufficient. The pain and confusion are not enough, but there are still troubles. First of all, he had to hate the bastard who destroyed the "Gate", which made his plan even more complicated and ineffective, which involved one of his ideas for guerrilla tactics, and of course it was not the time to think about it.

The first thing he had to think about was another, more important issue, morale!

In the absence of the completely thoughtless soldiers created by the alien nest of war, the Assyrians had to take everything into account.

First of all, it immediately occurred to him that the soldiers he was dealing with were a group of humans.

They weren't the killing puppets of a fearless lair of war, nor were they the Assyrians with demonic blood in their veins, nor were they the legendary Suvili demons created by the female dark god Manar. They are subject to a variety of emotions, and many extreme but very effective tactics cannot be relied upon to execute

With this clarity, he can think about more things...... Victory is obviously not something that can be achieved easily, and luck still accounts for a large part of it.

He began to think about the fact that when the army was in despair, the more victories appeared, the more the soldiers would have the courage to give up on others.

"What I should be thinking about is...... Spiritual encouragement! ”

Perhaps, he personally led the expeditionary force and directly fought his way out of the encirclement with absolute force...... But this will not become his personal show of force, and the soldiers of these expeditionary forces will have no meaning of existence, which will not do any good politically. At this time, the Assyrians had to think about politics, which was boring and had to be considered, originally as a strong man without restraint, he could completely destroy the entire army of the Suvili with one person, and now he had to estimate all kinds of costs!

The meaning of victory is the most important thing, if the war can be ended by absolutely powerful force alone, it is better to launch antimatter rays that can end everything and destroy the whole of Suvili.

Obviously, you can't do this! Obviously there is great power, but it is limited by the rules, this is a stupid war. A war that has no worries at all, I don't know how many eras it will have to go forward.

Problems can only be solved in the way of the weak...... What's wrong with this world, the thinking of the weak has become the most powerful weapon to restrain the strong!

It seems that it is still necessary to fight the war in an ordinary and conventional way......

The conventional way is still to rely on those ordinary guys.

How to rely on them? First, they have to learn to obey!

As long as the desperate people have a straw to grasp, he can completely control their will.

When the time comes, even in the worst situation, he can give this expedition that is completely doomed to be unsuccessful can be brought to a happy end.

This goes back to one of his original ideas, guerrilla tactics.

Simply, he could have been a little bolder.

Directly use time transfer to bring a group of the best soldiers out of the encirclement, and then immediately launch a destructive guerrilla tactic used purely for destruction, desperately destroying everything the Suvili and forcing their army to abandon the encirclement of the expeditionary force.

Or distract them so that they cannot concentrate their forces and finally take the opportunity to give way to the expeditionary force that is in the encirclement of the Sovilis to attack.

First break out, and then take these armies to constantly transfer, rather than fixing to defend in a certain place. They could keep attacking the Suviglis, or they could simply hide.

The vastness of the terrain and the extreme complexity of the terrain, as well as the ubiquity of abandoned fortresses, all indicate that this seems to be an excellent guerrilla battlefield.

There must be a lot of dangerous and mysterious places here, and if they find a place to hide, those terrible terrain and environment can help them avoid the attack of millions of troops, this is not an escape, but a more effective offensive defense.

A small number of expeditionary forces are still very advantageous in some respects.

For example, mobility and efficiency can reach a level that is difficult for millions of armies to surpass. Unless they can bring together the minds of millions of armies and fight as one.

It was a terrible situation, of course, but he had never heard of any other race other than the Aparnia being capable of such abilities.

It is almost impossible to control the mind and individual consciousness in such a way in non-mechanical life, except for the Apalnias, which means that society is completely fixed and rigid. This is terrible for any socially organized civilization with emotional beings. Because absolute centralization is often the beginning of the loss of the ability to progress civilization.

Is it possible for the demons to cover the individual's spiritual will on the whole, and to concentrate the spirit of the whole on the individual...... In that case, the guerrilla tactics would undoubtedly be absolutely useless, and any area under guerrilla would be detected at once by the supreme commander of the Suvili, who would then transmit his will to every army closest to the guerrillas.

The Assyrians knew that the demons had been able to do this through mind control.

However, some time ago, the source of their spiritual power had disappeared.

Those terrifying masks were all taken by an attack planned by Ohno and the aliens, and they didn't make the same mistake as the Alliance soldiers, and they did grab the real masks.

Ohno's bow and arrows even pierced the palace in the capital of the Suvilis, and the dome of the palace was completely detached.

Thinking of this, the Assyrians had to sigh at how great the advantage of the alien was.

The Alien's unique weapon is the War Lair, a being called a "chariot" by the Alliance, which can hatch a steady stream of warriors, often based on the adversary's genes, and can be adjusted at any time for targeted improvements.

These nests expand like fungal spores, eventually devouring one parasite after another, and the creators have destroyed countless worlds with them.

Ohno once described to the Assyrians: "Something like a ball of flesh, constantly wriggling, devouring everything, including light. They are factories, and they are also a life in themselves, endowed with various production capacities by their creators, and sometimes after losing the connection with their creators, they themselves can make rational judgments based on the actual situation. By absorbing various raw materials, you can create weapons that are suitable for the battlefield at this stage.

They will use everything, as much as possible not to waste any supplies, the corpse of the enemy is this precious material, of course, it will also include the corpses of their own soldiers, with these raw materials, the meat ball produces batches of emotionless weapons, completely obeying the commander, this weapon produced by the meat ball has the only will is to obey and perform the various combat skills that are given. ”

After seeing the strength of the alien big meat ball in the raid against the Suvilians, Ohno's own attack was not favored by himself, and in the answer he gave to anyone, he would praise the alien and ignore himself as much as possible.

However, the Assyrians knew that Ohno was also an extremely powerful warrior, and it was no joke to say that his bow and arrows could shoot through the stars.

It was their success that completely extinguished the fears in the hearts of the Assyrians.

Without the demon mask, the Suvili naturally will not have the ability to control minds, in this case, even if he really has no choice, there is still a choice, disperse all the reliable soldiers and fight guerrillas. As long as those soldiers were indeed fighting, he would not be derelict in his duty, and he himself would continue to command guerrilla warfare, and as long as he had lost interest in the Sovilis, he could be transferred back, and he had already obtained what he liked anyway.

The hostility to the Suvili was still perpetuating in the Slans was a result of a dull interest.

Of course, it's better not to let ordinary people know this kind of truth, otherwise they can't help Silan, and they will also prosecute him as a fugitive against the alliance.

He had always been wanted by the Assyrian Empire as a rebel, though he was already dead...... If Slan doesn't shelter him, he will have to flee everywhere and wander throughout the multiverse.

Now the Assyrians were thinking about whether what a terrible death and scoundrel he would be transformed into if he was forced to engage in guerrilla warfare, and whether this would add additional political pressure, and after a little thought, he understood that at least in this war against the Suvilis, it should be emphasized that the demons, no one would jump out and condemn him for how cruel he was.

There is no doubt that he will be the death of the common people at that time.

Whether he decided to send a small force of troops to constantly harass the Suvilies, or whether he watched from the sidelines and simply put pressure on them, his personal will would decide everything. Because this is an expeditionary force, only the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force has what he says!

If the military council dares to intervene in his actions, the commander-in-chief still has the power to enforce it.

He thought: if necessary, they could carry out pure destruction without regard for morality, turn the Suvili into a scorched earth, and let them take revenge on whomever they wanted...... Use the power of space-time teleportation to wander the land of the Suvilis, killing everyone you can come across, destroying all their facilities.

It was a crazy and terrible idea, and the soldiers might be happy to indulge in their evil deeds while becoming fearless.

The Assyrians jerked back and looked out at the world of ice and snow. He said to himself, "That's right, this is victory!" ”

The premise of everything is that the first adventure must be successful.

Be sure to win the first time! Otherwise, it will not be able to arouse other people's gambling madness more effectively.

Victory is enough to prove that a commander's judgment is correct, and it can also establish prestige in the shortest possible time.

In a word......

All decisions were in the hands of this terrible fellow.

For the long-lived Assyrian humans, it didn't matter to him that it would take decades. Perhaps, the demons also don't care about the casualties of their own civilians?

When the dim colors become abnormally bright, the halo begins to appear, the dawn of victory!

Through a chrono transfer, the Assyrians successfully teleported a small group of carefully selected soldiers, along with himself, out of the Suvili encirclement, and began a hunt to show their skills.

The first attack was very successful, and suddenly all kinds of terrible warriors appeared in the snowfield, and their attacks were so effective that countless Soviet chariots were destroyed in their hands. At the head was a man armed with only 'primitive weapons', and he alone destroyed a large amount of armor, much to the anger of the Sovili commanders who were presiding over the siege.

The Assyrians, led by the Assyrians themselves, managed to wipe out an entire camp of Suvili chariots.

Usually with the first time, there will be a second!

Now the Assyrians have set the appearance of success, but he has not yet allowed the soldiers of the other expeditionary forces to participate, and can only be his core of a few squads, which take turns to go out to hunt.

It was as if it were just him and a few of his carefully selected squads of elite soldiers who were qualified to fight the Suvilies.

There was no way to do it, and even if there were more soldiers who met the requirements, the Assyrians could not afford to take them out of the Sovili encirclement, because although his teleportation ability was strong, it was not enough to carry more people, so he had to fight in turns. He hated that short-sighted martial artist even more, and the bastard who broke the "door" should probably be making a "door". Hopefully, the strange old man of the expeditionary force, the Basque who was popularly known to the soldiers as the "one-eyed dad", had a way.

At this time, the Assyrians would still lead these elite and reliable soldiers through the battlefield.

Before the enemy is assembled, he is like a lonely and cunning hunter, constantly attacking the lone prey.

It is very amazing that he has a terrifying battlefield insight, and he has not only been able to hand every time in so many attacks, but he is like the best hunter, accurately and stubbornly picking all kinds of dangerous prey but never missing. Every trap the Suveli had set against him would be spotted, and sometimes the well-prepared Suvili would be exploited, resulting in even greater losses, and their elaborate encirclement tactics were eventually defeated by the Assyrian scoundrels.

"How can a hunter fall into the trap of his prey." The Assyrians said.

Just when the Assyrians were triumphant, another place.

The fine snowflakes were pinched into water, and the political commissar looked indifferently at the Soviet soldiers who were about to be executed, and said: "On the battlefield, the position of the prey and the hunter is always changing. But you have always been the prey of ridicule, and now there is ample evidence that you are all enemies, and you have in your hearts a great hatred for the leader and his cause, so you disguise yourself as our people, and you are here to serve the enemy......"

"Spare us, Comrade Commissar, so that you may be able to deal better with your enemies." The soldiers interrupted him and said.

"You are my worst enemies, and ......" As the execution was completed, looking at the corpses, the commissar softly spat out the next sentence, "and the stain, the stain of politics." "The other person standing behind the commissar cannot be ignored. This man's whole body was shrouded in darkness. Only the eyes are made of color, the terrible color that swallows everything.

"They are all martyrs." When the commissar appeared again in front of the provisional marshal, he looked at him with terrible and fanatical eyes, his hands clenched very tightly, and his whole face could even be described as "hideous green tendons". The temporary marshal took away the report on the table absently, and only said: "Yes, the martyr who was executed by order of the comrade commissar...... Have your nerves been jumping too hard lately? ”

Like a mad beast, the Provisional Marshal suffered the most terrible attack, and the commissar's hand held him tightly, and he pleaded in pain: "My friend...... Can't you understand me at all? ”

Then he choked up, "This is a special time, you can't let me be subjected to terrible and unjust treatment, they will execute me, they will!" No one will say a word for me, no trial, no truth, and the defeat of these soldiers will be used as a sharp sword by my political enemies to pierce me in the chest. This is a time of nervous sensitivity, and pressure from above can already show how distrustful our No. 2 leader is of the military and all the people who accompany them. ”

"Since the counteroffensive, many of our soldiers have been killed...... Isn't trust to be bought with bloody sacrifices? ”

"No, it's different, now these soldiers are directly captured, they are returned by the enemy, they ...... Can't live! ”

"Captive...... They surrendered! It's hard to believe what made our brave warriors choose ......" "They didn't surrender, they were controlled, a bottle to blame!" ”

Then, the temporary marshal could only touch his forehead with one hand, and the commissar watched him from the sidelines.

"Bottles?" Until later, when the temporary marshal's brain was about to crack, he asked. He really couldn't think of a connection, and he had no clue at all.

"A bottle, a lot of terrible things poured out of the bottle, they invaded the bodies of many soldiers, and they turned them into terrible beings...... The soldiers attacked each other, and the rebels even suddenly attacked the soldiers who were fighting at the front line...... The group of soldiers I executed was the one who received the report and rushed to the aid of the target, only to be captured by an undead spirit emerging from the beans on the way. ”

"Undead in beans?"

"That's what the soldiers said, and that's exactly what they said! I doubt now that this will be ...... "" as a rebellion! In unison, the Interim Marshal said the same thing.

"My undead can only invade those who are not firm in their minds, and according to the captured soldiers, this is what the undead told them." The commissar smashed the cup in annoyance, and then roared:

"How dare they say such a thing, the headquarters is in charge of monitoring the presence of all of us, and he was behind me at the time, and he heard the words of these soldiers with his own ears, and the way he looked at me at that time was to signal that I had executed the soldiers, otherwise I would not have ...... Listen to me, there was another attack recently.

According to my people, it's terrible. Enemy arrows pierced through the old Imperial-era palace where the leader was located. Whole...... Everyone, in the tense storm, is frantically looking for an outlet. This outlet must not be opened with us. Otherwise, there will be no return. ”

"Not firm in thought? Originally... I'm afraid it's not just that! The interim marshal shook his head, not believing that things would be so simple.

Has the terrible political whirlpool finally spread to the military?

They're still fighting! This is the best protection, no one will target those who are still bleeding and dying, but when the war is over, all kinds of reckoning may fall like a storm, not necessarily them, but if there is a fluke mentality, his predecessor is a good example, it seems that the war will end later. For the first time, the Interim Marshal had the idea of completely contradicting the teachings of the leader.

The marshal's deep gaze looked in the direction of the expeditionary force, and the corners of his mouth showed an extremely indifferent mockery, isn't this exactly what you want?

He looked at the political commissar and laughed wildly in his heart: Aren't you and me the same? All of us, it's the same. It's the same at any time.

Even the will of the leader cannot be carried out without hindrance in this snowy, far away from everything, so hard that blood cannot penetrate it.

The basement is full of strange furnishings and smells...... The soldiers standing outside the door also had to endure all kinds of complaints and crazy ideas of this strange old man, and being constrained by their status, these soldiers had to maintain a certain respect for the old man.

Half-demon statues that make people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts, specimens of spirits from different eras, and "intelligent brains of the main consciousness" that are full of characteristics of the mechanized world. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

One-eyed Daddy Bassk, a mad alchemist. Sorry, he's not an alchemist at all, he's just an old scoundrel who works as an alchemist to cheat the subsidy.

"Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief has called you over." The soldier shouted outside the door.

"Don't bother me, this is a ...... that is enough to change the current situation" "Shut up, what could be more important than the order of His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief!" The soldiers, already impatient, decided not to spoil him anymore.

No sooner had they broken in, and before they could do anything further, the attempt to capture the old man had failed.

Without warning, the Assyrians came.

The Assyrian looked at the soldiers who complained to him, and became more and more determined to clean up the old man, and he put his hands on a straight Assyrian sword that was stuck in the ground, and waited quietly for the old man's answer.

"You can't disturb me, sir."

"I'm the commander-in-chief. You are responsible for all your actions. ”

"Combat is the duty of the commander-in-chief, and you have the right to order any soldier to fight for you, but I only have an old bone, so I don't think I need to come forward to fight."

The Assyrian stood up, his hand on the knife raised, and he said sternly, "This is a misconception, even if it is an old bone, I will put him in a place where he can be used when he needs it!"

You, want to give it a try? ”

"Oh, never." The old man said in a very flat voice.

If you weren't familiar with him, you would have thought how much he didn't take the commander-in-chief seriously.