"Organize manpower, start cleaning up the city center, station on the spot, and rescue the ..... if there are survivors"

"Chief of Staff, you personally write a battle report and send it to the general, and ask the people in the headquarters to issue a new combat order as soon as possible!"

"The drones are all sent out, searching for enemy reinforcements along the way. Continue to capture the remnants of the enemy in the city, and those who surrender voluntarily will be spared death. ”

.......

Large and small affairs were assigned, and the army colonel, who served as the commander, looked a little tired. The staff officers went back and forth, recovering a city, even one that had been reduced to ruins, and the problems to solve were very complicated.

The process of fighting a war is often straightforward, and after the war is over, the aftermath is not so simple and easy to do.

For example, the water supply problem needs to be solved, the mess of rubble needs to be cleared, and the soldiers have to build or find a place to stay... But no matter how tired and busy they are, they are willing.

The first shot of the counteroffensive had been fired, the scales of victory were already tilting in their favor, and with joy they felt motivated in whatever they did.

Barracks, Headquarters -

At the long conference table, more than a dozen officers with the rank of colonel and colonel sat on either side, and most of the commanders of the entire Dylan Star were concentrated here.

In addition to the guards of Zhenjiang, if you choose one from the house blindfolded, this person also has to manage tens of thousands of troops.

From the beginning of the morning shelling, they sat here and waited, neither action nor words.

On the top leather chair, Zhenjiang leaned on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, the tea in the porcelain cup was already cold, and even the tea leaves under the water were blackened, and this cup of tea had not been changed since it was placed on the conference table.

A colonel's watch made a "drip" sound, and it was the eighth sound from morning to now.

Many people's brows furrowed, distraught by the electronic sound.

The colonel also felt uncomfortable, only to see him press his right hand on his left wrist and force it violently, and with a bang, this mechanical watch worth tens of thousands of credits was directly scrapped.

"Da... Click..."

Alloy boots stepped on the metal roadway, and hurried footsteps rang out from outside the command room.

Zhenjiang sat up slightly straighter, and the sound of swallowing saliva sounded in the command room. Then, a dozen pairs of eyes stared straight at the ajar door.

"General! Report from the city of Kosri! We won! ”

The smiling intelligence officer held a thin piece of A4 paper in both hands, and his emotional intelligence was not low, and he knew that the more concise the language of the report statement in this situation, the better.

"Win, good luck! These sons of bitches are starting to go downhill. ”

"The first battle is decisive, this will greatly boost the morale of our army, and the end of the gods is not far away!"

"General, my side is also ready, please approve my immediate march, in the end, a group of god sticks, only screaming in the artillery fire....."

The officers high-fived each other, and the hanging heart finally hit the ground, and the tide of battle had turned drastically from this moment on.

After receiving the battle report, Zhenjiang began to read it word by word, and it was hard to imagine that a strong person like him would tremble with his fingers pinching the war report.

No one knows what kind of pressure he has been under in the past three months as the head of the military and political affairs of Dylan Star...... Zhenjiang almost opened his mouth in a choked tone:

"The foundation of victory has been laid!"

......

Asabaija – Altar of Gods – Temple of Thorns

With his back to the apostle kneeling down, Godfather Edward Nord's face was gloomy and dripping.

"Tell me, why didn't the neighboring Yezhao City and Rain Town send reinforcements, five hours of bombardment plus three hours of street fighting, Xilong and Finney climbed there even if they climbed!"

"Lord Edward, the battle report sent by the priest of Xilong said that the outskirts of Rain Town have also found traces of enemy troops, and rash dispatch of troops will inevitably cause the emptiness of Rain Town. Mistress Finney returned, and the reinforcements he had sent were attacked in the middle of the road, suffering heavy losses—"

"Fart, Xilong is afraid of war, Finney is acting, they both want to preserve their strength, afraid of taking the responsibility of defeat! Command the priests to execute them! ”

"Yui!"

The hall fell silent again, and the godfather walked in front of the pews, and sat down with a somewhat dejected expression.

Compared with military combat power alone, the rebel army is far inferior to the government army, so the godfather deliberately set up a situation for Zhenjiang. Because the longer it drags on, the more solid the rebels' foundations will be.

This expected defeat was supposed to happen after a month, and a month was enough time for the godfather to free up his hands to deal with a lot of things.

But now, because of those two self-righteous fools, the whole force has fallen into an extremely difficult situation.

"The first battle was lost, and the hearts of those who had just been pacified were only afraid that they would float again, and those who stayed on the sidelines would be even more indecisive, Zhenjiang, Zhenjiang, your magnificent counterattack is beautiful!"

Four months, the original idea of the godfather was that the gods would continue to be in a triumphant posture for four months!

In this way, he has plenty of time to end perfectly, not to mention the power to run the subway barrel, but he is still sure of this when he fights against the government army.

However, the current situation has been frustrated, and the banner that the gods hastily pulled up has not yet gained a firm foothold, and if the wind blows harder, it is very likely to fall. In that case, the godfather's more than seven years of hard work will be ruined!

"According to the current situation, the chances of the gods being able to survive to the next tax day are probably less than three layers, if I am Zhenjiang, I will definitely take advantage of the victory to pursue, once the embankment is opened, it will be difficult to block it..."

Edward Nord sat there all day in contemplation. When the servant prepared dinner, he simply shook his head and waved his hand to leave, which was completely contrary to his usual self-discipline.

At night, at eleven o'clock, a little starlight shined through the window and sprinkled on the godfather.

The silver thread sewn on his clothes, also flecked with light, rested one hand on his cheek, and the godfather's breathing was so even that he seemed to be asleep.

Oh, with a rush of footsteps, two tall figures carried the unquenched intent and stepped into the hall violently.

The one who came was full of blood. But the apostles folded their hands and bowed, respectfully out of the way, without it, because of who they were!

"Lord Edward, Xilong has been reinstated, and Rain Town changed hands an hour ago!"

"Finney has been awarded, Yezhao City has fallen, the government army has sent 100,000 troops, and captured the three surrounding cities at the same time, I supervised Finney's battle until the last moment!"

Both of them are half-kneeling on the ground, different from the priests' dress, they are dressed in green robes, the pattern of thorn flowers is embroidered on their arms, according to the rank of the gods, their status is above the priests, this is the real core combat power of the gods-the priests!

"I expected that the flood of the embankment would pour for thousands of miles, Zhenjiang is not a fool, he will definitely seize such an opportunity."

- "My lord, there is one more thing, there is now a strange voice in the army, and some people are questioning the correctness of my God's instructions. ”

- "It is not excluded that someone is secretly stirring up trouble, after all, many people are not of the same mind as us!" ”

Dada, the index finger lightly buckled on the table, and Edward Nord's eyes narrowed, gradually giving birth to a faint chill.

"A bunch of clowns who jump off the beam, still don't you plan to accept your fate? Or maybe they think the gods are gone! Huh—"

The white moon and stars reflected on the ground, and Edward Nord gradually got up with the back of his chair, and from the perspective of the two priests, the position above the godfather's neck was obscured by darkness, while the lower half of his body was illuminated by the starlight.

"This matter will be handed over to you, if you find out one and kill one, if you find out a thousand, you will slaughter a thousand!"

- "My lord, this matter is very involved, I think it is better to pick a few key people to make an example." After all, now is the time to employ people, if they are all killed-"

"Everyone in this world must be responsible for their words and deeds! Priest, do you think that people who have already given birth to strange thoughts can still be used by us? ”