"Tom-tom-tom-tom-"

Shallow gunboats are not inferior in firepower and defense to ironclads, and the characteristics of shallow draft allow them to reach the near-shore position and drop anchor before firing guns, fire projection. The accuracy is far better than that of the platoon guns fired by the ironclad ship in a long-range maneuvering state, so the dense barrage that fell in an instant would be directly overwhelmed by the high-level demons that were discovered.

"The reconnaissance aircraft reported that the demon's reinforcements appeared in the inland direction, and the actual number is yet to be verified."

Hearing the report of the communication soldier, Brando Scarlet Yan looked at Luo Zhengdao, how to fight on the battlefield is his business, and whether to fight or not is a matter for His Majesty the King. Seeing this, Luo Zhengdao laughed and said:

"The battle is like this, do you want me to order a retreat? No kidding. Continue to advance as originally planned, and tell the guys in the army that we have to teach the devil a profound lesson. ”

"Got it, Your Majesty."

Landing operations are a kind of military activity with a very high risk factor, and unlike crossing a river on land to launch an amphibious attack, failure is not considered a catastrophe; once an amphibious landing operation on land and sea is frustrated and driven into the sea, the end of the story is bound to be a great tragedy, not to mention the annihilation of the entire army. The troops that landed in front were the pioneers responsible for opening up the landing ground, and the armored corps that was really used to tear apart the positions of the Demon Legion and played the role of a heavy hammer was still waiting on the landing ship!

"Bang-"

"Woo woo woo ......"

The huge hatch in the bow of the amphibious landing ship fell abruptly, splashing a large splash on the shallows, and the milky white hot steam spilled into the air through the whistle, making a sharp and piercing whistle, and then the steam tanks drove along the hatch and waded slowly in the direction of the beach.

With a vertical roof of more than five meters above the ground, these steam tanks are powerful and oppressive, and they are very stupid and coarse in the style of the old world.

It is true that Luo Zhengdao is very attached to the lives of his subordinates, Luo Zhengdao is disgusted with the pursuit of fine weapons in his bones, and people with a discerning eye can see that what soldiers need on the battlefield is a reliable weapon that can still be fired after a hard fall and a hard beating, and a reliable weapon that can still be fired after being grabbed from a puddle, blindly pursuing precision and perfection, which is contrary to the battlefield environment and the actual needs of soldiers. There is a saying in the old world called . For soldiers, the reliability of the weapons in their hands is more important than the advanced technology, as long as there is no generational gap, reliability is always the key factor to measure the success or failure of military equipment.

Human soldiers are not fools, those big demons who are several stories tall, they can't deal with a few of them when they are tired, and the situation is different when the steam tank goes into battle, even the smallest one-and-a-half-pound cannon can shoot solid bullets through half-meter-thick rammed earth walls, not to mention those with the latest modifications of two- or three-pound guns.

"Kill those demons and send them home!"

The commander, who poked out of the upper body of the steam tank hatch, brandished his pistol and shouted:

"Charge!"

The demonic army that had gathered near the coast was overwhelmed by a barrage of bombs and cannonballs, but the demonic reinforcements were pressing forward step by step, leaving a small window of time for the armored cluster to sweep away the remnants of the enemy. Like the other rank commanders, he opened the roof hatch and roared loudly, Zola Hagel didn't feel much pressure, he still looked confident. The battle was initiated by its own side on its own initiative, and the superiority of naval and air forces was self-evident, and even the army, which had nothing to boast of, mobilized the most elite troops to take the lead. If the demons could not be defeated on a battlefield where the time and place were in full swing and the battleships could be supported by gunfire and air power at any time and place, the boatswain felt that it was better to find a noodle and hang himself as soon as possible.

After flying at a reduced altitude several times, the reconnaissance plane of the human air force finally identified the identity of the demon reinforcements, which was a powerful cavalry legion with the death knight as the backbone, and this information was finally transmitted to Luo Zhengdao's ears with the regular light and dark changes of the spar communicator.

As the name suggests, Death Knights do not belong to the demon members in the sense of the naturalist classification, they are undead. According to the New World's arcane knowledge tradition, the original Death Knight Transformation Ritual was created by the archdemon Aukus, known as the "Immortal Demon Lord".

As you can imagine, most of the known Death Knights are part of the legions commanded by the Blood Lord. Compared to those demon armies that have far more desires and impulses than reason, and have no organization to speak of, the Death Knights have preserved their wisdom and memories intact, and when it comes to tactical coordination and practical execution, there is no comparison with the unpredictability of ordinary demon armies that come at random and do anything ridiculous on a whim. In short, if you appear as an enemy, the Death Knight will be a big problem.

Regarding this, Luo Zhengdao understood this very clearly, and at the first time, he connected the communication with the land battlefield, and said to the spar communicator:

"Hey, Zola, you need to hurry. The demon's reinforcements are almost here, and the vanguard of the Death Knight is about thirty miles from the outskirts of the battlefield, so you can count how much time you have left! ”

"No problem, give me two more hourglasses."

Hearing the boatswain's self-confident reply, Luo Zhengdao retorted in a rather forceful tone:

"No, at most an hourglass, you can do it yourself after the time."

Hearing this, Zola Hegel also understood that this was really non-negotiable, so he lowered his tone and said:

"Oh, I see."

Cutting off the communication, Luo Zhengdao turned around and looked at the smoke-billowing battlefield on the distant continent through the narrow view of the bridge window, and asked:

"Sariel, is there any news from the aircraft carrier fleet?"

When the war began, the Yaling Overseer did not leave Luo Zhengdao, everyone knew that they did not work hard and did not spend more time, Luo Zhengdao in the spirit of cheap labor does not need to be in vain, simply let her be a confidential secretary for herself, the so-called secretary has something to do, nothing to do...... Ahem, anyway, with Sariel Byrne's excellent ability, whether in the hall or the bedroom, it will be very useful in all aspects.

"Well, the latest news I received is that the dive bomber group took off before the quarter hourglass, and the stock ammunition of the carrier detachment can only support this round of air strikes."

Hearing the sound, Luo Zhengdao gently tapped the teak plate on the operating table with his fingers and said:

"Where's our supply ship?"

Knowing the information by heart, Sariel Byrne replied without thinking:

"Unloading at the beachhead pier, but the construction of a temporary airfield on land has not had time to be completed, and the intensity of today's air raids is too great, and the rate of ammunition consumption exceeds the preset supply conditions."

Expecting that there would be all kinds of twists and turns as soon as the war started, Luo Zhengdao nodded and said:

"Sue them to move as fast as they can."

Laymen talk about strategy, insiders talk about logistics, and no matter how good a talented commander is, he can't conjure food, weapons and ammunition out of thin air in the wilderness. Whether or not we can guarantee the supply of front-line troops is not a simple question of army organization, and without a strong national strength as a foundation, it is nonsense to talk about any idealized plan.

Luo Zhengdao remembered that there was an old movie in the old world about the Ardennes counterattack during World War II, in which the commander of Hans Cat found fresh cream cake in a large number of American supplies captured at the front, so he couldn't help but lament that Germany had lost the war. Since the adversary had the logistical capacity to transport non-essential refreshments across the Atlantic to the soldiers on the front lines, this meant that the Allied forces were desperately strong enough to defeat a war of disparity in strength.

Whether you can get a pair of dry socks, a hot meal, a cup of clean drinking water, and whether you can distribute a mosquito net and mosquito repellent after a long march are precisely these seemingly insignificant conditions that determine the upper limit of the army's combat strength.

Wearing wet socks can induce problems such as trench foot or athlete's foot, severe foot disease can render an experienced soldier in a hospital bed unable to participate in combat, unheated food and water can trigger epidemics of infectious diseases such as dysentery, typhoid fever and cholera, and may cause more than half of a unit's non-combat attrition. Malaria, transmitted by mosquito bites, is a terrible killer of the army, and in jungle operations, the unlucky ones killed by infectious diseases such as malaria and yellow fever are definitely more likely to be killed by enemy bullets and shells. For those of you who don't think logistics are important, you can really only sigh, kid, you're too sweet.

"Boom!"

A spindle-shaped cannonball accurately hit the tall demon's broad chest, and then the stone pine powder filled inside detonated, blasting the demon's upper body into charred pieces of flesh that were indistinguishable along with the sturdy armor. The human soldiers around them witnessed this and cheered and celebrated the victory, which was indeed not easy to come by.

"We won!"

"Hooray! Banzai! Banzai! ”

The human army's tactics of fighting the time difference were generally successful, and the demon legions entrenched near the coastline were devastated by armored clusters and naval and air firepower, and could not hold out until the moment their reinforcements arrived. Much of this is due to the Air Force's indiscriminate bombardment and constant harassment of the Death Knights, and even the most elite ground forces will feel the pressure in front of their flying opponents.

Luo Zhengdao, who got the news, didn't have the heart to celebrate, and after discussing with Brando and a few staff officers, he urged:

"Zora, retreat to the vicinity of the headland fortress and reorganize the defense."

The boatswain, standing on top of the steam tank, received the latest command and said loudly:

"Roger, immediately the whole team."

With a shot fired into the sky to draw the attention of everyone present to himself, Zola Hegel held a smoking pistol in one hand and said with one hand on his hip:

"Have you had enough? The trumpets were sounded, and immediately assembled, and His Majesty the King ordered a retreat to the headland fortress. ”

The Navy and Air Force exploded their opponents in the last round, and then used the heavily armed mechanized corps to crush the remnants of the demon army under the fire net, which belonged to bullying people to the home. Even so, the human army paid a heavy price, and with the retreating troops came thousands of white body bags, and when the remains of these warriors were carried to the beach to be loaded onto the ship, the people who saw the scene silently took off their military caps and helmets, and the joy of victory was not left at this point.