In the absence of solid evidence from the enemy, Trode's speculations were merely speculations, and the overall situation was always missing the crucial point, which was motives. Originally, the ultimate goal of both sides of the war should be to defeat each other, but in terms of details, there are many kinds of motives, such as delay, annihilation, deterrence, etc., but although Tlord summed up the enemy's strategic steps at the moment, he can't guess the enemy's motives at all, and it can even be said that each action seems to exist alone, and there is not much correlation between them.

In fact, this situation is not uncommon on the battlefield, but Trode thought that he was now facing the enemy's elite sniper team, although he had known that the sniper did not act according to common sense, but that was just a "way", as for the purpose, they still have a fixed choice, but at present, it seems that the enemy's purpose is quite low. Although they are inferior to them in terms of the quality of the chariot, they definitely have the upper hand in the current situation, if they continue to let Trode and them advance little by little, wait for the two sides to be evenly matched, or wait for Trode and them to call for support, then the situation will be beyond their control.

"Whew" Trode let out a long breath, and it seemed that that was the end of his thoughts, and now he felt tired all over. Although the injuries in the morning were not too serious, after all, a lot of blood was shed, and after that, Trode did not sleep to rest, but seized the time to think about the enemy's situation. Until now, when he finally breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt that his whole body was very tired, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

"It seems that he is really too strong" Trode shook his head slightly, and then suddenly collapsed on the bed behind him, he didn't even have the strength to take off his clothes, he just spread out the quilt casually, covered his body haphazardly and fell asleep

Due to injuries. Overworked, Trode slept for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, the color of the sky had begun to fade.

He got up slowly, this time was very different from when he had treated the wound, even if it didn't touch it. With every movement, he could feel a palpable pain, but it was still within the limits of his patience. But beyond that, Trode was on the verge of losing sight of another feeling, and that was hunger.

After eating in the morning, he has not eaten for almost 11 hours today, and in this cold winter, his physical strength is lost much faster than usual, and the repair of wounds also requires a lot of nutrients. He deserves to be so hungry.

Since the meal hadn't yet been served, Trood had no choice but to find another way out, and he staggered out of the room towards the area where the supplies were kept. Since there is an extra food allowance for injuries and illnesses, Trood is not going to do the business of stealing chickens and dogs, as long as he talks to the logistics staff in a dignified manner.

Along the way, Trood had the exception of a handful of tanks and a few infantrymen. He barely saw any other troops, which made him somewhat puzzled. After the attack on Trood in the morning. They have not yet developed any strategic guidelines, let alone plans to mobilize so many troops. And Trod also saw that these tanks were all from Derek's squad, and he didn't find any of the tanks of his own squad.

At first, Trode thought it was a problem with the defense zone, but it could only be said that Trode happened to pass by Derek's defense zone, and he thought like this. Trood was already at the warehouse. After a few warm words of comfort and encouragement from the logistics staff, Trode simply stayed here because he was so hungry that he began to gobble it up. In the end, it turned out that he was the right choice. He lost too much physical strength, and he ate much more than he expected, even if it was twice the usual amount, it almost didn't satisfy him, and some of the food he later asked for by the logistics staff. If he really went back with that little thing just now, he probably would still be hungry and screaming, but he would have endured it because of the problem of face.

On the way back, Trode, who had recovered a lot of energy, decided to figure out the problem just now, so he randomly found a tank and called the members inside. Because the two teams have cooperated many times, both sides have a deeper understanding, and after meeting Trode, the commander of this team knows why he came, but the only answer he can give to Trode is not knowing.

Later, with his contact, Trood borrowed the tank's radio and got in touch with Derek first.

"Yo, woke up." Hearing Troll's voice, Derek said with a smile.

"Thanks to you, I really slept a lot." Trode replied angrily, and then asked, "Vincent, is their mission today so long?" Why haven't you come back yet? ”

"That's a long story." Derek changed his serious tone and said: "After you go back today, Vincent and I discussed today's plan, and finally decided to stabilize our position first, and simply conduct further search and reconnaissance of the surrounding area. ”

"The first step of the plan was expected to last from 9:30 in the morning to 11:30 in the afternoon, during which time my team did not notice any major movements, and although the enemy scouts were spotted, they still managed to let him run away." There was a hint of unwillingness in Derek's words, but he immediately changed to an envious tone and said: "But you boys are really lucky enough, they found a temporary residence for the enemy, and according to Vincent's analysis, it should have been left by those snipers last night." ”

"At noon, we originally wanted to use that temporary residence to analyze the escape route of yesterday's enemy snipers, but there was a little anomaly, which caused the original plan to be canceled again, and my team was also placed here to defend all the time, and until now, I haven't seen a single shadow of the enemy." Derek sighed, revealing deep regret.

"What's the situation?" Trode wasn't in the mood to bother with his little whining, so he hurriedly asked.

"Their tanks took the initiative to attack us." (To be continued.) )