"So, are we arrested now?"

The old man's face showed a hint of ridicule, and he asked the officer who came in with a smile: "You can arrest people now, but some people may resist." ”

The officer laughed, then walked up to the old man and said, "What are you kidding, I'm here to strengthen the security here, after all, we can't be sure if the Dean City side will send some real killers to kill you true heroes for the revival of Stacy." ”

The old man finally couldn't help but laugh too, and his face was full of smugness.

At this moment, he could finally be sure that he was out of the control of Grand Duke Jon in Dean City, and at least in the territory of Serobat, he already had absolute dominance.

This dominance was not easy to come by, and he endured it for many years before he began his rise at this moment, taking advantage of the weakness of Archduke Jon to such a degree.

"Are the 50,000 troops drawn from the east and north of Stasi already in our hands?" the old man looked at a liaison officer in charge of the army behind him, and asked another important part of today's meeting.

The liaison officer was obviously aware of this matter, and quickly replied: "The commanders of those troops are obviously smart people, and they also know that they will not be able to return to their hometown if they rush to Dean City. So they heeded our advice and walked very slowly. ”

He pointed to a huge map hanging on the wall, drew an approximate location on the east side, which was very far away from Dean City, and said with a smile: "Maybe we can't do this kind of thing to drive them to attack Dean City, but let them wait and see for more than ten days, and they are still absolutely sure." ”

The old man at the head shifted his gaze to his lieutenant - that is, the abyss nova member mentioned above, the dwarf Pulit, his confidant or like-minded assistant knew his every thought, and the tacit understanding between the two could be described as perfect - this was the main reason why Laroukhme was able to rise to prominence in Serobart.

Larukme didn't think about it, and immediately replied: "The sixty new long-range guns produced in the factory this week, as well as the fifty steam chariots aided by Tadoya, have all been seized by us for various reasons. These arms will become the bargaining chips in our hands in the future, and there will be no mistakes. ”

As a super-agent buried in Stasin, and as the one who is now blatantly opposing Archduke Jon, the resources at his disposal are actually even greater than they seem.

Thanks to the efforts of this super spy, Syrobat's production capacity has been kept at a low level, and the mountains of raw materials and the production speed that has been wasted by the production process - to put it mildly, he alone has killed at least one of Stasi's divisions, if not more.

This is the role of high-level spies, if the two sides are equal in strength, these spies on the hidden front who usually seem to be far less than generals and aces are the key to the outcome of the war.

What is even more fatal is not that Larucmay slowed down the formation of a division of Stasi, but that he used his personal ability and influence to influence the position of Syrobart, the industrial area of Stasi. They chose to defect when Grand Duke Jon needed support the most, and they chose to sit on the sidelines when Stacy needed industrial power the most.

"Including the large number of armament units and supplies that we owed before, we can already form a reinforced division with real combat effectiveness. It just so happened that a new division that we had been ordered to recruit was being trained on the outskirts, and there was no problem with loyalty, so why don't we form a unit of our own. ”

The old man looked at the henchmen around him and spoke.

Plitt felt relieved, he understood that from this moment on, Dean City had really become an isolated city. Until Tadoya is completely free, it will not have any more power that can change the situation.

......

"Boom!"

The artillery bombardment of Falkenridge's army in the direction of Dean City had no intention of stopping, and a special cannonball sealed with the magic of "Hellfire" burst out on Stasi's position, kicking off black smoke that covered the sky and the sun, directly turning a hundred meters into a sea of fire.

On the front line of Dean, which was riddled with craters, a Stacy officer squinted his eyes and slapped his hand twice on the steel helmet covered with sand above his head.

Under the cover of long-range fire, the black-pressed Falkenridge soldiers slowly approached the Stasi position, carefully stepping past the corpses of the Stasi soldiers and Falkenridge soldiers, and advancing non-stop towards a high ground that had been almost flattened by artillery shells.

"Lower your body!Spread out as much as possible!After a head-on engagement, immediately clear the threat, keep moving is the basic means to save your life, tension is your worst enemy!"

Behind the smoke, the officers of Falkenridge's army were repeatedly reminding their newly recruited men that these soldiers were from Taukaba and Weits, and that they were Falkenridge's foreign legions.

These soldiers, who had been specially recruited by the High Command, did not crowd out regular Wehrmacht recruitment, but could compensate for many of the shortcomings of the Farkchenrich Wehrmacht.

After agitation and lobbying, Descartes' men succeeded in recruiting qualified recruits in both the Taukaba occupation and the Duchy of Gates.

And the farthest conscription detachment found more than a thousand volunteers to join the army on the side of the Duchy of Sefi. Because the Grand Duke of the Principality of Sefi couldn't help but be ready to move, but he didn't dare to declare war directly on Stasi, so he could only use this indirect way to test how much combat power Stasi still had.

Once he confirms that Stasi is no longer good, at least 100,000 Sefi soldiers will take advantage of the fire as soon as possible!

Countless soldiers, under the cover of Falkenridge's steam chariots, entered the effective range of Stasi's army, and soon a dense rain of arrows and artillery fell, and some poorly hidden Falkenridge troops began to be hit, and screams rang out everywhere.

These brave soldiers of Falkenridge's army jumped into the dilapidated defensive positions and began to fight the Stasy soldiers who poured out from all directions, the not so wide position.

Officer Stacy, who had flapped his helmet just a moment ago, was now frowning at his left flank position, which was already filled with the shouts of Falkenridge's army, and he could see the banner of Falkenridge's army swaying back and forth at the top of the position.

His face turned pale because of this, because he knew that the high ground he was guarding was only a short distance of more than 10,000 meters from Dean City.

Yes, the unit is meters!

He couldn't take a step back at this moment, because he knew that if he retreated here, then Falkenridge's army would be closer to Dean City. He touched an empty cigarette case in his arms, his lips bloodless from being pressed together with excessive force.

He had met Ennusco, the captain of Grand Duke Jon's personal guard, the greatest Stacy leader in his mind, and he saw the admiring look in his face. So he decided to die this time, because that was his belief as a Stasi soldier.

So he chose to turn a blind eye to his crumbling left flank and ordered his troops to continue to hold on to their positions that were leaking on all sides.

"You guys, take the rest of your weapons at once, and find a way to hold the flank of the left flank, behind us is the city of Dean, we can't retreat! Everyone must be conscious of being a Stacy soldier, and shed the last drop of blood for His Excellency Grand Duke Jon!"

He loudly gave the battle order to continue to hold on, and as he spoke, the Falkenridge troops in front of him had completely broken through the position under the cover of assault artillery!

He gritted his teeth and clenched the sword at his waist - it was time for him to go into battle himself.

About five kilometers behind the Stasi officer, in a secret underground bunker, McCarthy and Carr, now the front-line commander of the Stasi army, were inspecting their defensive positions. The sound of artillery in the distance was dense and inaudible, but the two of them still got some not-so-good news from the commander of the army group who accompanied them.

"Lord McCarthy, Lord General Carr, our troops lack the heavy weapons capable of destroying the steam chariots, and the soldiers have paid with countless precious lives to deal with the Chariots of the Falkenridges. ”

The general reluctantly recounted the heavy losses his troops had suffered these days: "In three days I was replenished by more than a thousand soldiers, but my troops lost a full four thousand. ”

Karl had nothing to support the generals at the front, so he had to complain along with him. In fact, he also has his own difficulties, and the industrial base in the rear is increasingly taking Dean City seriously: "The heavy weapons from Serobat were interrupted two weeks ago, and the weapons and equipment from other places were intercepted by the rear under various pretexts......"

"Mr. Karl. McCarthy looked at the map, and finally pointed to the line in front of the position, which had been broken by Falkenridge's troops, and said to his colleagues, "You should have let the troops get out of here, they will only die there for nothing." ”

Karl smiled bitterly, then walked to the front of the map, looked away from the distance mark marked fourteen kilometers, and then said to McCarthy: "General, you don't know, we have no room to retreat. His Excellency Grand Duke Jon had already given the death order twenty days ago, and all troops were not to take a step back. ”