After this little episode, the two continued to discuss the military situation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As one of the twelve saintesses carefully selected by Bi Qinglan, Bi Tianqing is quick-witted, intellectually superior, has excellent military literacy and strategic vision, and analyzes things in an orderly and clear manner. Even compared to Zhao Wenke, the smartest person around him, he is only strong and not weak.

Iron Slag couldn't help but sigh secretly, even the clone is so powerful, how terrible the body should be. This blue is still to be wooed......

In the middle of his thoughts, the herald suddenly came to report that the latest announcement had been made above.

The combat merit bonus has been increased from 150% to 200%, and the B-level strategic resource exchange has been opened. After two weeks, the normal billing method will be restored.

Waiting for the herald to go out, Bi Tianqing smiled at the iron slag, and her watery eyes seemed to be saying, "Look, I guessed right." Iron Slag gave a thumbs up, and Bi Tianqing suddenly smiled even more happily, and her eyebrows and eyes were bent into a crescent shape.

As the temptation grew, coupled with the deadline rising, the mercenaries frantically pushed north. The large legions, which were still on the sidelines, also entered the battle. Titles, real estate, and scarce resources all tempt them to go forward and succeed each other, forgetting their lives and death.

In three days, the human front had advanced more than two hundred kilometers to the north, twice as many as before. Every day, troops pass near the coalition forces, rushing forward with billowing snow and dust.

Yang Yong and the bearded man finally couldn't bear it anymore and went to the command camp to find Mu Qianhe.

"Eldest sister, aren't we here just to make a fortune?" "If you don't send troops again, the soup will be gone." The two said.

"I think ......" Mu Qianhe glanced at them and said, "You should know......" She deliberately lengthened her voice, "We have a special channel of intelligence ......" At this point, she stopped, leaving a meaningful look.

"Oh, ......" "Got it, got it." The two nodded repeatedly and left with a smile. As early as the collapse of Sequoia and Sakata Industries, they had already learned what Mu Qianhe called "special channels". What's more, they formed a coalition this time, and the Chifeng side will bear all the costs, including personnel salaries, fuel and ammunition, maintenance and repair costs, pensions, etc., so they are obliged to obey the command.

In calm and calm, another five days passed.

The human front has advanced to six hundred kilometers north of the Stygian River.

The garrison began to advance on all fronts, and the person in charge of the 62nd theater sent mobilization orders several times, asking the six-party coalition led by the wolf mercenary regiment to advance northward, but the iron slag ignored it and continued to garrison troops along the 621 heights.

At this time, due to the fact that the mercenary groups in each theater were fighting separately and had different progress with each other, the human battle line was jagged.

Bi Tianqing stood beside the simulated sand table of holographic projection, pointed at the front of the fiftyth war zone with a telescopic teaching whip, and said to the iron slag, "Within two days at the latest, the demon clan will launch a major counterattack." ”

"Ahh Mu Qianhe and the Black Pig King, who were in attendance, were taken aback at the same time.

"Why?" The Black Pig King asked with a puzzled expression.

Bi Tianqing didn't answer, but said another question.

"Since the beginning of the war, the Purple Pupil Demon Clan has been adopting a contraction tactic, allowing the leader of the human mercenary group with absolute superiority in numbers to drive in and slaughter their people......" she looked at the two of them and asked, "Why is that?" ”

"Lure the enemy deeper!" The Black Pig King rushed out, and Mu Qianhe thought about it and asked uncertainly, "Stretch the supply line of the human race and fight a protracted war?" ”

Bi Tianqing shook her head.

"Take advantage of the suffering of the people to win the sympathy of other demons." Iron Slag said.

"It's worthy of Lord Iron Slag, it's so smart." Bi Tianqing smiled slightly and praised. The person concerned rolled his eyes and did not appreciate it. Her attitude is like a teacher praising a student. Then, she analyzed, "As long as the other demons agree to reinforcements, the purple-pupiled demons will start a counterattack, advancing the battle line as far as possible to the north bank of the Stygian River, so that the space gates of other demons can be opened at the front of the battlefield." ”

"What do you suggest?" Iron Slag asked.

"Fortify the line of defense and wait for the rabbit." Bi Tianqing explained, "Demons are more brutal and bloodthirsty than humans, so it's easy to fall into chaos when chasing down a defeated mercenary group. ”

"Even the aristocratic troops in formation cannot avoid excessive pursuit."

"And their communication is relatively backward, so they can only rely on gods and wizards to communicate over long distances."

"So......," she said, pointing to the 621 Heights on the simulated sand table, "we just need to take advantage of the terrain and wait for them to come and die." ”

"Look at this ......," she said, with a whip raised, and then pointed to the slow-moving line of the garrison, "judging by the speed of their march, it took two days to advance exactly two hundred kilometers. ”

"It can be seen from this ......" Bi Tianqing retracted his whip and concluded, "The Supreme Military Command Council on the Golden Battleship has anticipated such a result and has made corresponding preparations. ”

"Ah......" Mu Qianhe subconsciously covered his mouth, "they are really ...... It's cruel! ”

"Can't all the mercenary captains see it?" The Black Pig King frowned and asked.

"What do you see?" Bi Tianqing smiled and said, "Once the success is achieved, the team can be wiped out and you can start again, but military merit is not always obtained." Her smile gradually turned cold, "If you want to be a nobleman in Silver City, if you want to be superior, you have to pay a price." ”

For a while, Mu Qianhe and the Black Pig King were silent.

It didn't take long for Iron Slag to ask another question, "We don't have much air force, what if we encounter a formed Wyvern unit?" ”

The forces of the demons can be roughly divided into three types, namely the tribal troops, the noble troops, and the royal troops.

Tribal forces are tribal units and usually have no formal structure, similar to human mercenary groups. The aristocratic army is organized, organized and led by the territorial nobles, and commanded by the royal family, and its military status is between the ground garrison of the human race and the private army of the big nobles and big forces, and it is the main combat force of the demon clan.

The royal army is a unit that gathers the elite of the entire clan, and its military status is comparable to that of the human temple crusaders and the luna guards. Generally speaking, royal troops will not appear on the plane battlefield, unless it is related to the life and death of their own clan.

The reason why Iron Slag asked this was because he knew that the noble troops of the demon clan were usually equipped with a Wyvern Knights with a size of several hundred.

Last time, more than thirty Wyvern Knights and a Spell Master left a very deep impression on him, and he had to guard against it.

"We have 36,000 men and 55 floating gunboats, and even if we don't count the reformers and power-armored warriors, they don't dare to attack easily. Unless......" Bi Tianqing propped her chin with a whip, "Luck is really bad, and I ran into a coalition of more than three nobles." ”

"But it's nothing ......" Bi Tianqing said lightly, "Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, so run away if it's a big deal~"

Iron Slag was stunned, then sighed, "Okay, next topic ......"

And just as they were discussing the military situation, in the 51st war zone, in a demon tribe at the forefront of the battle line, the fire was faint, and the corpses were everywhere.

Most of the bodies were piled up in the open space in the middle of the camp, men and women, old and young, stacked on top of each other like a small hill. Their left ear had been cut off by Qi Gen, and their bodies were covered with wounds, and the blood had coagulated, and many of them had seeped into the snow, and they were black and purple.

As far as the eye can see, there are about 100 tents here, and it is a small tribe of three to four hundred people. At this moment, on the opposite side of the pile of corpses, in the largest tent where all the people fell, there were all kinds of sounds, including rough shouting, wild laughter, and the clanging of wine glasses. Among them, there are also heavy gasps and painful moans......

Inside the tent, a group of rugged men sat cross-legged around the fire in the middle, holding large bowls containing a red, fruity liquid.

"Come on, come on, drink!" The leader yelled loudly, and then drank the wine in the bowl. Beside him, kneeling sat a young and beautiful demon girl, more than two meters tall, her skin was bronzed, shiny, and the lines of her muscles were faintly visible. At this moment, there was deep fear in her eyes, like a frightened little animal.

After the man finished drinking, she immediately held the large clay pot containing the wine and poured it for the other party.

"Well, good!" The man put his arm around her waist and pinched her ass hard, then kissed her hard on the face, revealing an obscene/filthy smile, "Little girl, I will let the uncle hurt you well later." ”

The demon girl lowered her head, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes, but she didn't dare to resist in the slightest.

On the fire, there was a large cauldron with red lumps floating in the pot. Looking at it with a fixed eye, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are all internal organs.

On the side of the pot, there is a huge wooden shelf, in the shape of a "乂", on which is tied a nearly four-meter-tall demon giant, who is hanging his head, his chest and abdomen are wide open, and his internal organs have been hollowed out.

Behind the wooden frame, dozens of figures wriggled and wriggled. With the help of the dim firelight, you can see several demon women lying on the ground, their hands and feet tied. On each of them, there were several mercenaries lying on their stomachs, kneading and biting, and ravaging as much as they could.

The whole tent was filled with the smell of blood and lewdness.

Mercenaries who lack military discipline will become crazy beasts once they go to the battlefield and have no bottom line. As long as the demon tribe is conquered, there will be a feast and indulge in pleasure.

For them, this is the ultimate charm of war, and it is nothing compared to the merits of war. Plundering property and forcibly seizing women, like gods, arbitrarily decide the life and death of others. Here, they are kings, irreversible beings.

Of course, this kind of happiness is very short-lived, and it is very common for bliss to give rise to sorrow.

For example, now, on the outskirts of the camp, under the cover of night, groups of tall figures are gradually surrounding.

Maybe the next moment, they will become the staple food in the pot, covering the butt and screaming broiler......