Malcolm pointed to the outermost circle on the electronic sandbox and said, "Your Excellency, this is the limit of our firepower. Beyond this range, our guns won't go off, our cannons won't fire, not even grenades ......" He spread his hands and made a helpless gesture.

The general was stunned, if the guns and cannons were useless, how could this battle be fought? Do you want your own people to take broadswords and battle axes to fight those undead in hand-to-hand combat, like medieval holy warriors?

"I said earlier, the results we calculated this time are important, right?!" Malcom said triumphantly.

"So, what's the solution?" asked the general.

"Solution?" Malcolm was stunned, "Solution...... Solved ...... Method, also ...... Not yet. He casually wiped the sweat from his head with the cuffs of his expensive suit, "Or or ...... Perhaps there is one," his voice grew lower, "and let our men not cross that line, we might as well call it the 'Malcom Line.'" ”

"Very well!" said the general, "now, you get out of here!"

"Yes, sir!" Malcolm replied with a smirk, gave a non-standard military salute, and turned to go out.

There is no good way, but at least the loss can be avoided. All battles under the general's command must be fought on this side of the line, otherwise there is no way to guarantee the effectiveness of the weapons. The official name of that line is "Ensuring the Effectiveness of Weapons Combat Stops," but in private it is more commonly referred to as the "Malcolm Line," and of course, it is often referred to as "the line" in conversation.

The temporary battalion headquarters of 501 has exceeded the "line" by two kilometers, and this place was originally the main camp of the undead army, but after being washed by artillery fire, it was used as a temporary supply point for humans. So when he received the order from the general not to cross that line, he did not understand.

"We're already on the other side of that line," Colonel Johnson pulled out the map and drew a line in red pencil on it, "We've bombarded their camp with artillery, blown up their soldiers guarding the camp, and just turned this place into our own position! And we've advanced to CXU6575, and the next target is CXZ6720!" Now, those scientists just draw a circle and let us throw away the stuff here and run back?!

"But...... "The deputy battalion commander is a lieutenant colonel, and he is much more sensible than Colonel Johnson," this is the general's order. ”

"Then tell him that we've crossed the line, but we can still play. Johnson said angrily, "The officer moves his mouth, and the soldier breaks his leg." He suppressed his anger for a moment, and said, "Messenger, report to the top: we have proven the beakers wrong, and now we have to go and save our brothers, and we will beat those fools in the ass so hard that they will regret crawling out of their graves." ”

The messenger wrote a short sentence, handed it to Johnson to sign, and turned to run to the flag-bearer to communicate. This flag can be transmitted about 20 kilometers through two commanding heights in the case of an observer with a telescope. It is about 160 kilometers from the front line to the point of failure of electrical appliances, and it takes 15 times to relay the signal, and at the 16th time, it can be transmitted to the general's headquarters by telegram.

About 20 minutes later, the general received a report from the 501st Battalion, with only three sentences: the line has been crossed, the weapons are usable, and the withdrawal is expected to be answered.

The general thought for a moment, threw away the report, and said to the adjutant, "Call that Malcom over for a moment, I have something to ask him." ”

Malcolm came running almost immediately, and shouted from afar, "Your Excellency, do you need my services again?"

The general threw the report to him and said, "My men have already crossed that line, why can the weapon still be used?"

Malcom scratched his head and said, "First of all, I want to correct your understanding, the line we are talking about, it is not a ......" He held his hand in front of his eyes, his thumb and forefinger pinched together, leaving only about 2 to 3 millimeters of gap, "such a narrow line, it is almost two kilometers wide, and in this width, the state is unstable, like ...... It's like ......"

The general frowned: "Like a radio in a jamming field?" In fact, when the Canadian National Defense Force first came into contact with the cave, there were indeed cases of poor radio signals. The area of the disturbance, about 200 meters, is where Team E was captured.

"That's right!" Malcolm slapped exaggeratedly, "You can't make it clearer, that's it." Seeing that the general was not very happy that he had said something right, Malcolm lowered his voice a little, "If you have just entered that line, it is normal for the weapon to last for a while, but it will soon be ineffective. Also, we are not sure if there will be a change in the strength of the field...... Oh no no no, I mean, we're not sure about this line it...... Will not move. He suddenly remembered that the general was probably impatient to listen to fluctuations in intensity, increased thresholds, shifting critical points, and the like, and perhaps preferred a direct, figurative description.

The general's brow tightened even more and asked, "What will move?"

"The line. Malcolm said hurriedly, "That 'Malcolm line,' General. ”

"How will it move?" asked the general, puzzled.

"That field strength correlates with the intensity of extraterrestrial electromagnetic waves...... No, no, no, I mean, if it's daytime and there's a lot of light, the line will move forward, and if it's night, or if it's cloudy, it can move in our direction. Malcom explained.

The general pondered for a while and asked, "You said yesterday that you can't fire the gun after that line?"

Malcolm nodded, "I'm sure I said that." ”

The general turned to the adjutant and said: "Go and let someone pull that Johnson guy for me, let them retreat 40 kilometers to establish a defensive line, stop all forward search operations, and tell Johnson's bastard, if he dares to come back, I will send him to court-martial!" Johnson has been following the general since he was a major, and after so many years, the two of them know each other's tempers, so the first thing the general did was to pull the impulsive bastard.

But the bastard hadn't received the order at all, and after reporting to the general, he was already conducting a search operation. Colonel Johnson, though impulsive and reckless, was not stupid at all. He first sent the 1st platoon of R Company to search and advance, and about 500 meters behind were the rest of R Company, and then S Company and Mango Company. Company Q remained in the makeshift camp as a reserve to look after supplies. Johnson himself, on the other hand, followed Mango Company to go deeper.

However, it was foggy.

After searching a few hundred meters ahead, the reconnaissance team found a dense fog, and they could only see 300 meters ahead with the most advanced high-powered telescopes, and there were some trees and roads, but the road seemed to have no end in sight, and it was also hidden in a thick fog.

What they couldn't see was that behind the fog, groups of undead cavalry were gathering, the tall undead were wrapped in hard armor, and the majestic undead war horses spewed out a white cold air from their noses from time to time, and instantly melted into the thick fog. In front of these undead cavalry, there was a petite figure, she was riding on a pure white undead warhorse, and her body was draped diagonally with a bell belt, on which were inserted seven copper bells, and the bell body was also carved with fine patterns. She's Tilly.

Tilly looked at the undead cavalry in front of her, a group of untamed undead monsters, hungry for blood, loved to kill, and even saw the bombardment of the previous day, still without a trace of fear.

"Warriors, we've been back for 12 days, more than 20 leagues back. Tilly's voice wasn't loud, but it was very penetrating in the fog, "Why? Why did we retreat here?"

There was no voice to answer, they did not know, and they did not think about it, because naturally there was a Grand Commander who thought about it for them.

"We are not afraid," said Tilly, "and we take back our spears in order to pierce it." Now those stupid humans are trampling our land, burning our tents, and slaughtering our slaves. Can we agree?"

This question did not need to be thought of by the Grand Commander, and all the cavalry shouted: "Never!"

"They are approaching us, they are offending our dignity, challenging our virtues of tolerance with their hubris and ignorance. Can we let them go?"

"Never!!"

"Take up your spears and your swords, and ride your horses, and break their weak bones, men of might. Tilly shouted, "Don't let any of them go!"

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Hash also shouted loudly, approached a leading knight, and whispered beside him: "Listen, as long as you catch a living human, don't kill him, give it to me, and I'll buy it from you for 5 gold coins each." ”

The knight looked back at him and said, "If it's too much, you'll have to increase the price." ”

Hash snorted dissatisfiedly and said, "Okay, if you have enough, I'll add 6 to one person, no more." ”

The knight thought for a moment, hung the sword back on his waist, raised his hand with metal gloves and calculated, shook his head and said, "No, what I said is that I will catch many, many people, and you will count it as 15 pieces and 3 people." ”

Feeling at a loss, Hash kept complaining, but accepted the price anyway, only to let the knight spread the news to the other knights as well.

"Here you go, enemy cavalry!" cried the scout. At this time, the visibility of the naked eye in the fog is less than 150 meters, and only the sound of hooves is faintly heard. But in the binoculars of the scouts, they had already seen the black iron armor of the undead cavalry appear on the horizon.

The platoon commander of the 1st platoon of Company R ordered to stop the advance, look for cover on the spot, and prepare to engage the enemy.

"Go and inform the company commander that we are going to fight an ambush battle. "The platoon commander sent the signal corps out. In the previous training, these signal soldiers carried infantry radios on their backs one by one, but now they are sweating profusely like their grandsons.

Will their guns still work? Will the ambush be able to fight? I want to know what happens next, and let's see how it will be broken down next time.