Although the underground armory of the fort contained enough ammunition for the defenders to fight at full capacity for several months, five hundred men, a battalion was twice as many, and several of the flat-fire guns were quite eye-catching to Simon. You must know that the improved "welding rod" heavy exoskeleton, which is a simplified version of the AST individual mech, is fully capable of a 14.5 mm large-caliber machine gun, and with this kind of force, the more open the area, the more advantage Simon's soldiers have.

Sergeant Lorraine had a good opinion of him, but that didn't mean that the sergeant had to open all the cards in the fortress for someone he had only known for a long time. For example, how many pairs of combatable exoskeletons there are in the fortress, such a direct one plus one is greater than two qualitative changes, it is impossible to tell at will. However, under the alternating strict and lax management of the fortress, it is not a small question whether the sergeant is qualified to open it.

After two trips to Fort Mill, Simon figured out what he was looking for, and now, finally, and always, the only question came to the fore.

How about annihilating Hydra's Coalition pursuits?

Simon couldn't even get the answer to this question from any ordinary person who was not Hydra and didn't understand the way of thinking and organizing the life that claimed to be God. Ironically, Simon, who caused the storm, himself did not understand Hydra's rules of action.

How many people?

Direction of deployment?

Back-up support?

Other interference?

Helping yourself?

One question after another came to mind, and Simon locked himself in the war room in the hall of the military station, staring at the huge ruins of Zhika to simulate the sand table. The "Little Plains" area near the center of the ruins is where Fort Mill is located, and is divided into dozens of squares of various sizes according to the pre-war Chicago neighborhood. It's like the street battles in Grozny and the bloody battles in Fallujah, which were once passed down among the Rangers, and were a handful of duels in narrow, dilapidated cities. The difference is that Simon's subject is much larger, if his ancestors were fishing from a hedge, he is fishing from a haystack. He has no communications support, air force raids, vehicle support, and even a lack of reinforcements, his cards are played one less and one is missing, and he, there is no way back.

After a night of sleep, the afterglow of the climax became the best caffeine to stimulate Simon's nerves, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. He must no longer look at this war from the perspective of a soldier or a non-commissioned officer, and must use the shrewdness of a commander to guide the overall line. Put yourself in Adolfina's shoes, how would she play her cards with Simon's current hand?

He had ten armored infantry, more than a dozen squad headquarters, thirty mil troops who had already ingested the purple-blooded and unquestionably loyal, forty or so Dorian expedition cannon fodder who could be blood-driven at any cost if necessary, and a thousand kilometers of firepower around the fortress.

The enemy may only have a small squad, at most about twenty full members of Hydra. He was striking five times as many as he struck him with five times the number of men.

Simon didn't dare to say anything.

He himself is the best marker, a hydra, alone can beat dozens of mortals, just depending on how much time.

Sketch out one plan after another in your mind. Invite the attack to go deep and then blast the building, meet the enemy head-on and then outflank the two flanks, rely on the fire of the fortress to fight another decisive battle, and use yourself as bait and piecemeal...... Whenever a tactical strategy is proposed, Simon first asks if he can deceive himself. So he shook his head.

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Although the underground armory of the fort contained enough ammunition for the defenders to fight at full capacity for several months, five hundred men, a battalion was twice as many, and several of the flat-fire guns were quite eye-catching to Simon. You must know that the improved "welding rod" heavy exoskeleton, which is a simplified version of the AST individual mech, is fully capable of a 14.5 mm large-caliber machine gun, and with this kind of force, the more open the area, the more advantage Simon's soldiers have.

Sergeant Lorraine had a good opinion of him, but that didn't mean that the sergeant had to open all the cards in the fortress for someone he had only known for a long time. For example, how many pairs of combatable exoskeletons there are in the fortress, such a direct one plus one is greater than two qualitative changes, it is impossible to tell at will. However, under the alternating strict and lax management of the fortress, it is not a small question whether the sergeant is qualified to open it.

After two trips to Fort Mill, Simon figured out what he was looking for, and now, finally, and always, the only question came to the fore.

How about annihilating Hydra's Coalition pursuits?

Simon couldn't even get the answer to this question from any ordinary person who was not Hydra and didn't understand the way of thinking and organizing the life that claimed to be God. Ironically, Simon, who caused the storm, himself did not understand Hydra's rules of action.

How many people?

Direction of deployment?

Back-up support?

Other interference?

Helping yourself?

One question after another came to mind, and Simon locked himself in the war room in the hall of the military station, staring at the huge ruins of Zhika to simulate the sand table. The "Little Plains" area near the center of the ruins is where Fort Mill is located, and is divided into dozens of squares of various sizes according to the pre-war Chicago neighborhood. It's like the street battles in Grozny and the bloody battles in Fallujah, which were once passed down among the Rangers, and were a handful of duels in narrow, dilapidated cities. The difference is that Simon's subject is much larger, if his ancestors were fishing from a hedge, he is fishing from a haystack. He has no communications support, air force raids, vehicle support, and even a lack of reinforcements, his cards are played one less and one is missing, and he, there is no way back.

After a night of sleep, the afterglow of the climax became the best caffeine to stimulate Simon's nerves, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. He must no longer look at this war from the perspective of a soldier or a non-commissioned officer, and must use the shrewdness of a commander to guide the overall line. Put yourself in Adolfina's shoes, how would she play her cards with Simon's current hand?

He had ten armored infantry, more than a dozen squad headquarters, thirty mil troops who had already ingested the purple-blooded and unquestionably loyal, forty or so Dorian expedition cannon fodder who could be blood-driven at any cost if necessary, and a thousand kilometers of firepower around the fortress.

The enemy may only have a small squad, at most about twenty full members of Hydra. He was striking five times as many as he struck him with five times the number of men.

Simon didn't dare to say anything.

He himself is the best marker, a hydra, alone can beat dozens of mortals, just depending on how much time.

Sketch out one plan after another in your mind. Invite the attack to go deep and then blast the building, meet the enemy head-on and then outflank the two flanks, rely on the fire of the fortress to fight another decisive battle, and use yourself as bait and piecemeal...... Whenever a tactical strategy is proposed, Simon first asks if he can deceive himself. So he shook his head.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)

Although the underground armory of the fort contained enough ammunition for the defenders to fight at full capacity for several months, five hundred men, a battalion was twice as many, and several of the flat-fire guns were quite eye-catching to Simon. You must know that the improved "welding rod" heavy exoskeleton, which is a simplified version of the AST individual mech, is fully capable of a 14.5 mm large-caliber machine gun, and with this kind of force, the more open the area, the more advantage Simon's soldiers have.

Sergeant Lorraine had a good opinion of him, but that didn't mean that the sergeant had to open all the cards in the fortress for someone he had only known for a long time. For example, how many pairs of combatable exoskeletons there are in the fortress, such a direct one plus one is greater than two qualitative changes, it is impossible to tell at will. However, under the alternating strict and lax management of the fortress, it is not a small question whether the sergeant is qualified to open it.

After two trips to Fort Mill, Simon figured out what he was looking for, and now, finally, and always, the only question came to the fore.

How about annihilating Hydra's Coalition pursuits?

Simon couldn't even get the answer to this question from any ordinary person who was not Hydra and didn't understand the way of thinking and organizing the life that claimed to be God. Ironically, Simon, who caused the storm, himself did not understand Hydra's rules of action.

How many people?

Direction of deployment?

Back-up support?

Other interference?

Helping yourself?

One question after another came to mind, and Simon locked himself in the war room in the hall of the military station, staring at the huge ruins of Zhika to simulate the sand table. The "Little Plains" area near the center of the ruins is where Fort Mill is located, and is divided into dozens of squares of various sizes according to the pre-war Chicago neighborhood. It's like the street battles in Grozny and the bloody battles in Fallujah, which were once passed down among the Rangers, and were a handful of duels in narrow, dilapidated cities. The difference is that Simon's subject is much larger, if his ancestors were fishing from a hedge, he is fishing from a haystack. He has no communications support, air force raids, vehicle support, and even a lack of reinforcements, his cards are played one less and one is missing, and he, there is no way back.

After a night of sleep, the afterglow of the climax became the best caffeine to stimulate Simon's nerves, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. He must no longer look at this war from the perspective of a soldier or a non-commissioned officer, and must use the shrewdness of a commander to guide the overall line. Put yourself in Adolfina's shoes, how would she play her cards with Simon's current hand?

He had ten armored infantry, more than a dozen squad headquarters, thirty mil troops who had already ingested the purple-blooded and unquestionably loyal, forty or so Dorian expedition cannon fodder who could be blood-driven at any cost if necessary, and a thousand kilometers of firepower around the fortress.

The enemy may only have a small squad, at most about twenty full members of Hydra. He was striking five times as many as he struck him with five times the number of men.

Simon didn't dare to say anything.

He himself is the best marker, a hydra, alone can beat dozens of mortals, just depending on how much time.

Sketch out one plan after another in your mind. Invite the attack to go deep and then blast the building, meet the enemy head-on and then outflank the two flanks, rely on the fire of the fortress to fight another decisive battle, and use yourself as bait and piecemeal...... Whenever a tactical strategy is proposed, Simon first asks if he can deceive himself. So he shook his head.

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