On the third day of the bombardment, at 10 a.m. on DR3717-04-22 Silver City time and 38 p.m. Skady time, in the conference room of the Golden Battleship over Elk City. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Ivan Green, the acting marshal, was sitting in a crimson mahogany chair, with her right foot on her left leg, looking at the empty long table in front of her. She wore a white professional military skirt, her hair was coiled up, and she was meticulously groomed. On his chest are two shiny insignia, the Black Iron Skull Cross, which symbolizes the status of the Templars, and the Sunflower Sword Badge, which symbolizes the status of Marshal of the Dawn Expeditionary Force. Assistant Shirley Christina stood beside her, with a straight figure and a solemn expression.

Looking around, the conference room of Nuoda was empty except for the two of them, and it was so quiet that the sound of needles falling on the ground could be heard.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

When the clock struck ten, Eva nodded to Shirley, who immediately walked to the wall and pressed the switch. With a soft sound, all the lights went out, and the conference room was plunged into darkness. Immediately after, colorful beams of light shot out of the dome and fell on the empty seats at the conference table in turn.

This is hologram transmission technology, which can only be configured by the topmost forces.

On the opposite side of Eva, more than ten meters apart, a figure gradually appeared. It was a burly, half-bald old man, slightly fat. He was wearing a dark green military uniform, wearing three rows of medals on his chest, and his face was both serious and gentle, looking very atmospheric. He was none other than the commander-in-chief of the ground garrison - Marshal Samaranch.

Then, the commanders of the various theaters appeared around him in turn, including the commander of the fifth theater, General Miro Field, and the commander of the Dark Jungle theater.

Then, five figures appeared on Eva's right side in a row. They were dressed in the same attire, all dressed in white robes, with a black iron skull cross pendant on their chests, and a thick upper copy of the Book of Words.

The first blonde and blue-eyed man with a handsome face was none other than the Chosen One, followed by the brown-haired and blue-eyed Matthew Gresham, then the diminutive Randall Crimmans, then the slender, blind Saint Zachari Solo, and the tall, good-looking, and elegant Illia Orlando.

Once everyone had gathered, Eva glanced around and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, the meeting has begun. "Originally, she was here, with the lowest status, but because of her status as the acting marshal, she sat in the first place. And the commander-in-chief of the garrison opposite her, the right is comparable to the marshal of the expeditionary force.

As for the five Chosen One, although they do not have a specific position, they can directly submit bills to the Pope and the Speaker of the World Parliament. It can be said that it has no power, and it can also be said that it has the highest decision-making power.

"I suggest that the mercenary group attack tomorrow." Randall the Chosen was the first to speak.

The forces of human beings can be roughly divided into three categories. The first category is elite troops, such as the Dawn Expeditionary Force, the Notre Dame Guard, the Private Army of the Great Nobles, etc., which are mainly composed of dynamic armor warriors; The second category is the main battle force, which is composed of ground garrisons and mecha group armies; The third category is the guerrilla troops, which are composed of the largest number of mercenary groups with uneven qualities, fighting their own battles and harassing them everywhere.

The first stage of the war is usually dominated by guerrilla warfare by mercenary groups, gradually expanding their advantage; In the second stage, the main forces of the two sides and the elite troops will fight; The third stage is the sweep and occupation.

"If there is not enough artillery strike, it will increase the risk factor of their landing." Grand General Miro Field, who was born at the bottom of the Middle Continent, objected.

Due to the natural disparity between humans and the Eltas, it was common for a week of shelling before the Marines were sent up. Especially in the absence of cover from mecha clusters, it is all the more necessary to increase the area covered by fire and the duration of shelling. Otherwise, the human soldiers who cross the river will be like children fighting giants, and they will be in danger at any time.

He knew that Randall's rush to attack was entirely out of budgetary considerations. Every day, millions of shells will be knocked out, worth tens of millions of gold coins. In the eyes of the other party, mercenaries are like cannon fodder, and they are not as valuable as cannonballs.

"I think we should launch an attack as soon as possible, we are only facing the Purple Pupil Demon Clan now, it is better to end the war before the other demons join in." Matthew the Chosen said. His opinion is tantamount to supporting Randall in disguise.

"I'm against ......," Illya said, standing up, "attacking early will greatly increase the casualties of the mercenaries. She paused, "Please remember that behind every warrior, there is a family. ”

"I support Randall and Matthew's opinion, now is the time when every second counts, and when the demons negotiate internally, they will join the war, and then ......" Nordin looked at Illya, "There will be more people sacrificed, and more broken families will be broken." ”

"I reserve my objections." Illya sat down.

"Casualties will lower the morale of the mercenaries." Miro Field reminded, but except for him, who was born at the bottom, no other generals spoke. To put it simply, despite their high positions, no one wants to offend the Chosen One. The casualties of the mercenaries have nothing to do with their core interests. Moreover, mercenaries have always been cannon fodder, and when the two clans fight, they will not play much role at all.

The officers of the garrison have a saying that one mercenary group is extraordinary, two mercenary groups are average, and three mercenary groups are like waste. Ten mercenary groups gathered together, and it is estimated that they will be in chaos before the enemy rushes over.

"Old General, what do you think?" Eva looked up at Marshal Samaranch on the other side.

"Well......," Samaranch said after a moment of silence, "it is true that an early attack is conducive to the end of the war, but it is also necessary to take into account the morale problem......" he tactfully expressed a neutral attitude, no one for it, no one against it.

Eva propped her hands on the table and pondered for a long time, and finally decided, "Twenty-four hours later, attack." Although she was extremely opposed to it, she had no choice in this situation. Unless You Ge is here, Samaranch and the others will support her one-sidedly, no matter what the Chosen One says.

So, at five o'clock the next morning, fifty-nine o'clock in the evening of Skadi time, Iron Slag received a notice to attack.

Of course, this is a free choice, and no one can force them. However, if you respond to the call, you can directly get merit points. Three hours later, the garrison will provide aircraft to cross the river. The main tasks of the first batch of units in the past were to reconnoiter the situation and set up communication stations, and the number of combat merit points was relatively rich.

Three hours later, at sixty-two o'clock in the evening of Skadi, Iron Slag and King Black Pig boarded the aircraft. After reading their documents, the Registrar recorded two hundred points of merit for the Black Wolf Mercenary Legion.

The exchange ratio of battle merit points to gold coins is close to ten to one, and two hundred battle merits are about twenty gold coins. Iron Slag is not short of this money, but he and the Black Pig King went to investigate the situation, so that after the arrival of the large army, they can quickly cut into the battlefield.

If you want to fill the vacancy of the 100,000-ton Star Treasure Diamond, you need at least 30 million battle merits. On their own, they will definitely not be able to earn it. You need to pay for a few mercenary legions to fight for them. Hagrid is currently negotiating with the Red Scorpion Mercenary Corps and the Green Hornet Mobile Corps to help earn merit points.

Looking out the window, the cold aurora was sprinkled on the snow, a pale blue. The Aurora Plane has three times the length of day and night as the Silver City World, and it is now nighttime, which is conducive to hiding after the airborne.

It wasn't long before the craft lifted off and flew across the river Styx. In order to save fuel and carry a simple refueler, Iron Slag and Black Pig King did not choose to fly directly over, but relied on flying machines to cross the river like ordinary mercenaries.

In the cabin, there were some young faces, and there were even a few childish little mercenaries. They talked excitedly, as if they were on a trip.

Old mercenaries are human spirits, and they rarely go into battle at the first time. Free combat exploits are not so easy to earn. Only these recruits will stupidly respond to the call of the higher-ups.

"Big brother, you're so handsome in this power armor." "yes, yes." The two little mercenaries approached and said to the iron slag, their eyes full of envy.

Iron Slag glanced at them, but didn't speak.

"Big brother, how much does this cost?" "We're going to buy it in the future." "Uh-huh." "Big brother, can you let me touch it?" The two little mercenaries chattered. They came from an agricultural town in the south of the Central Continent, and formed a mercenary team with a few friends from the same plantation to go out and explore the world.

"Go away, go away!" The Black Pig King frowned and shouted at the two little mercenaries. His voice was loud and rough, and it shook the eardrums of both of them.

"We are the Blue Star Team, the future Blue Star Army, don't look down on us." "In the future, we will also have our own power armor." The two little mercenaries said with a serious face.

Seeing their innocent appearance, the Black Pig King couldn't help grinning, then patted his shoulder armor and said, "This thing is a set of three thousand gold coins, which is not expensive." ”

"Then it's going to be ......," the little mercenary muttered to himself, "Ten points of merit and a golden hammer, three thousand is thirty thousand......"

The other little mercenary was immediately deflated, "Oh my God, 30,000, when will I earn it." ”

In fact, the price of black pigs is calculated according to the low-profit second-hand black goods of Lu Dali Workshop, if it is strictly in accordance with the market price, the quota document alone will cost thousands of gold coins, even if the mechanical power armor of the Great Wall Company is more than 3,000, not to mention other brands.

In the C-level strategic resource library, Harley's mechanical power armor requires 80,000 combat merit points, which shows how expensive the mechanical power armor is.

A few people were chatting, and a radio came out of the speaker.

[Soldiers, get ready, there are still five points to enter the battlefield]

[Repeat, with five points left to enter the battlefield......]

The mechanically synthesized female voice echoed through the cabin, and everyone's faces became solemn. The two little mercenaries quickly returned to their seats, clutching their seat belts tightly, their eyes mixed with excitement and unease.

A moment later, with a violent shaking, the hatch opened with a "......snort" and opened outward.

[Good luck to you, brave warriors]