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"The strategy works, but until the war is clear, it will definitely be resisted. ”

Madeleine sighed.

A strategic retreat will result in the loss of a large area of land, and will make the people in the occupied areas suffer from the slaughter and **** of foreign races.

Why did the evil god generals resist Luo Ying? In addition to being immersed in the pleasure of attacking the city~ , they also killed a lot of civilians because of torture.

More than a dozen concentration camps have been built, and when the evil energy facilities are built, they can produce a lot of cannon fodder after a few months of corruption, so no matter how many soldiers are killed in battle, it is not a problem for them.

If it weren't for Sissi's trust in Downton, she would have been replaced by any manager, constantly losing her homeland, killing and wounding her people, and would have been removed from office by the king and thrown to a military court to sentence her to death.

Of course, even if Sissi trusts Downton unconditionally, she is also under tremendous pressure in the rear, and several petitions from the top brass ~ have been suppressed by bullets, but when it reaches a boiling point, it will explode and inevitably incinerate everything.

What Downton has to do now is to play a good big win before everyone's patience wears off.

"Downton must be under a lot of pressure right now, guys, I'm going to be her counselor!"

Lorraine closed the novel.

"I'll go too!"

Madeleine got up.

These holy corpses live incognito and live their own lives, but once they encounter a holy war, they will do their part, but they are not noticed.

Eastern Front Theater of Operations, Montier.

Because of Downton's stubborn resistance, this place has become a meat grinder. Every day, a large number of soldiers die, piles of corpses, and the monsoon that smells of blood endures.

As the formulator of the strategy, Downton certainly knew its drawbacks, but he was facing a dozen times the evil god army. He can only consume the other party's vitality little by little.

If you want to finish the battle, even if the goddess of light and flame sends a miracle, you can't do it.

This kind of war of attrition is a kind of torture for the nerves of both sides, according to Luo Ying's character, Montier must be captured, but after the generals complained, the false patriarch intervened.

"Are you all stupid? Why are you piling up troops here and attacking. Attack!"

The vain patriarch who had arrived at the front line in person roared at Luo Ying.

"That's going to make us feel bad!"

Luo Ying explains!

"Fool, wouldn't it be good for you to take your corps and contain Downton here, you have a Golem corps, and the other generals will attack me on all fronts. ”

The vain patriarch was full of ambition, feeling that he was completely the incarnation of the military god, and easily solved the problem that had plagued them for more than half a month.

"But ......"

Luo Ying wanted to say, under the same force. She didn't dare to promise to block Downton, but the false patriarch didn't give her a chance.

"Take the city of Rome as soon as possible. We want to use this as a breakthrough to conquer the entire western soil!"

After the vain patriarch had finished his instructions, he returned to the northern front, where there was a great plan in progress.

There is no need to stay in front of Luo Ying and be angry, the generals are happy. Almost at the fastest speed, they set off with their respective corps.

Downton, who observed the enemy's situation, was overjoyed, and immediately recalled the Golem Corps, and asked the main force of the Roman Legion to assemble at Montier.

Luo Ying's conducting talent is great. If she is killed, not only will it hit the morale of the Evil God Army, but the entire war zone will have to relieve a lot of pressure.

After the scout made sure that the enemy was not a feint and lured himself to attack, Downton, who had been curled up for nearly a month, finally showed his fangs.

The cold wind was bitter, and when it was sucked into the lungs, it was like a pinprick in the lungs.

"Sure enough!"

Luo Ying found that the situation was the same as she expected, but instead of panicking, she chose to fight.

The armies of both sides set up a position on the plain, because there were too many dead people, the soil was watered with blood, and after freezing and stiffening, looking down from a high altitude, it was like a red jewel, gorgeous and abnormal.

The fleets of both sides have risen into the air, and according to the convention, they will generally only be on alert, or the ground will be the main victory, but air raids are an important tactic for Downton, so he needs air supremacy more.

So a big battle broke out between the two fleets.

"It looks like we won't be able to tell the difference between victory and defeat for a while. ”

Downton sighed, the Roman fleet worked hard, but there was no overwhelming superiority, it was ordinary shooting suppression, and the battle was broadside.

"Low-end!"

Downton, who had become accustomed to suppressing his opponents with tin cans and firearms in his hand, was somewhat unacceptable to this method of warfare.

On the ground, the light cavalry of both sides had already been dispatched and wanted to harass the infantry phalanx, but they were stopped by the other side and began to mount ~ engagement.

The major phalanxes led by Chongbu slowly advanced under the sound of military trumpets.

Whoa!

The archers of both sides fired in waves, suppressing their opponents.

In the sky, the arrows were like locusts, and from time to time there were unlucky eggs who were hit by arrows and fell down with wailing, and as the smell of blood gradually became condensed, the atmosphere of the battlefield became depressing.

The mage group fought each other, and because they were all the main forces, they fought equally.

"This is the orthodox confrontation!"

Homer overlooks the battle situation, this kind of confrontation, there is no speculation to speak of, what is tested is the combat quality of soldiers and officers.

"It's time to throw in heavy cavalry and tear apart a line of defense!" the cheap god pouted, "Everyone's troops are the same, and the strength is about the same, and the victory or defeat is really fifty-five!"

"No, in terms of morale, the Evil God Army is stronger!"

Downton shook his head, this side has always been on the defensive, because the crisis of the possible destruction of the city will put more pressure on the spirit, and the evil god army also has a secret method, and when necessary, it has the courage to die with the enemy.

"Let the Golems move!"

Luo Ying is a vigorous and resolute person, and he doesn't like this kind of stalemate, so he took the lead in playing the trump card.

Bang! Bang!

The golems stepped onto the battlefield, their steel bodies squeezing into everyone's field of vision with a tough attitude.

These golems took the form of demons, with a single horn on their foreheads, eight meters tall, and in addition to an iron fist covered with sharp cones, they also held a three-meter-long sharp blade in their arms. Can pop up in combat like a praying mantis.

There were 20,000 of them, and they didn't breathe, but they enveloped the battlefield in a thick aura of steel.

On the other hand, on the Downton side, there are only 6,000 left, and many of them have been scrapped in recent battles. That's all, and most of them have traces of slashing and axeing.

"Hey, Downton is lost. ”

The chief of staff disdainful, the continent's golem technology is biased, and for thousands of years, the development has been slow, so even if there is a gap between the golems of the two sides, it will not be too big, more than a ratio of three to one. No matter how you look at it, Downton didn't have a chance to win.

Luo Ying's face was solemn, and Downton's Golem Corps came out, but a mechanical roar overshadowed everything and crashed into his ears.

Boom! Boom!

When the thing that made a sound rushed out of the city gate, not only Luo Ying and the staff officers were dumbfounded, but even the soldiers on the battlefield. I can't help but look sideways.

What came out was a vehicle with four huge tires. It was carrying three emaciated goblins, all wearing black painted steel helmets, toad-like goggles, and triangular scarves around their necks.

"What the hell is this?"

Luo Ying complained.

Ha ha!

After more than ten seconds of stunned speech, a huge burst of laughter erupted. Even the worst cooking soldiers can fight ten at a time, well, it's still bare hands!

"Okay, okay?"

Homer was also skeptical, as Downton had formed a class of troops against the odds. It's called the Goblin Demolition Corps.

The vehicle is a steam locomotive made by Downton according to the ATV shape in the dream world, combined with the steam power system of the Goblin era, with thick tires, giving it excellent off-road ability, simple structure, and making it not easy to damage and easy to repair.

There are three people on board, the driver in the front part of the left side, the loader in the right side, as well as the reserve area for ammunition, and the shooter in the rear left side.

The goblins' means of attack are naturally shoulder-fired bazookas, or RPGs for short, which are improved versions of the Krupp hand cannon.

Their main task is to disrupt the enemy's formation and create chaos.

"The body is thin, wouldn't it be good if you didn't fight hand-to-hand?"

Downton pouted, he also wanted to choose a strong main battle race, but the load of the steam locomotive is limited, and only the goblins with smaller bodies are the most suitable.

Of course, hobbits who are also less than a meter tall are fine, but they are not as intelligent as goblins.

Five hundred locomotives, with the roar of their engines, rushed to the battlefield, and the winter plains were frozen hard, just right for them to gallop.

From time to time, the tires ran over the potholes, bumping and undulating, but fortunately, there were seat belts on their bodies to keep them from falling off the locomotive.

"Are these guys crazy?"

Seeing the goblins rushing towards the Golem Corps, the staff officers were stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, isn't this a mantis arm as a car?

What's even funnier is still to come, this is the first time the goblins have been in battle, no, even in the era of the goblins, they haven't been on the battlefield, so there are quite a few people who are too nervous.

Several locomotives, because the driver was too panicked, failed to avoid the potholes on the ground in time, and directly overturned.

Ha ha!

The whole battlefield was hilarious, and even the soldiers who were fighting were a little distracted.

"I see, these guys are here to be funny, and they intend to make us laugh to death so they can win. ”

After the chief of staff teased, a group of people laughed directly.

"It's miserable!"

Homer didn't want to see it, the goblins who fell out were bleeding profusely, and one of the locomotives even detonated the ammunition box because of the collision.

Bang!

A cloud of flames rose up, and in the midst of the flying parts, were three tattered corpses that had been blown away.

All laughter stopped abruptly.

"Cheer me up, do you still want to be a thief, a beggar, and be labeled as garbage for generations?"

The goblin group roared, "Gentlemen, this is the first battle to change the world's perception of us, and it is also the first battle to change our destiny, lords, for the master, for the glory, for the sake of future generations, give your lives!"

"Fight to the death!"

The Goblin Demomen roared, and as the blood boiled, timidity and panic retreated, and here they were, taking the first solid step in life.

"All ready!"

As the locomotive drove five hundred yards, the regimental commander shouted, pulling out a flare gun and raising it towards the sky.

Crash!

The shooters all put the RPG on their shoulders and locked on to the target through the cross-sight distance.

"Attack!"

The regimental commander pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A red flare rises into the sky.

The attack begins!

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