Yan Fangxu's words left his political commissar Nelson speechless.

Casualty reports are updated every day, and Nielsen can see them, and the numbers are shocking to him.

The battle loss ratio played by the alliance is very good.

When fighting against those mechanical monsters, the soldiers of the alliance can achieve a one-to-three and one-to-four exchange ratio.

But...... Unfortunately, the Coalition has only 250,000 troops, which is almost all the mobilized forces of the entire Alliance. Relatively speaking, their enemies are almost endless.

Although, the modifiers need to be mechanically modified from the civilians of the western continent; Mechanical dogs, drones, and unmanned tanks all require industrial capacity to manufacture. But no matter what the manufacturing process, difficulty, and cycle are, the price of building a machine is clearly there. But every soldier in the alliance needs a mother to conceive for ten months, and then grow up for ten or twenty years.

It's not something that can be measured from the same perspective.

"We can apply for support from the Imperial Navy, and the Bladed Tiger can use orbital strikes to bomb enemy logistics centers, and we can also achieve our goals......

Nelson was still pale with some reasons for refutation, trying to veto Yan Fangxu's plan from other aspects.

But in reality, he couldn't even convince himself.

Because of what Yan Fangxu said, he actually agrees with it in his heart.

Sure enough, further on, Yan Fangxu just added one more reason, which made Nelson finally give up resistance.

"Bombing alone won't solve the whole problem. The firepower of the Bladed Tiger is limited after all, and at the logistics hub centered on the 'tail scorpion' oasis, our intelligence officers also sent back news that all the logistics supply points there are camouflaged and scattered, and the conditions for orbital bombardment are very poor. It is not easy for our intelligence officers to survive behind enemy lines, and it is impossible for them to have the conditions to detect whether every material distribution center is real or fake, and it is already very good that they can circle the approximate range. ”

"Those are not the work of the Imperial Navy, not the work of the Alliance Air Force, they can't do this, only we can do it. Only our most valiant warriors, with torrents of steel and surging artillery fire, carved a broad road to the enemy's face. When the time comes, the logistical supply of those mechanical monsters, whether they are scattered or disguised, will have nothing to hide in front of us! ”

After hearing this, what else can Nielsen say?

In the end, he could only sigh, and tragically chose to sign his name on Yan Fangxu's plan.

Then he went out in a hurry to gather his troops.

Yan Fangxu looked at the back of him leaving, and smiled helplessly and silently.

In fact, he is very aware of the military spirit of the whole army.

From generals to officers, to ordinary non-commissioned officers and soldiers, since the establishment of the alliance, many large and small wars have been fought, and they can be called victorious in a hundred battles.

Victory nourishes the mentality of the soldiers, making them fearless of hardship, convinced that their sacrifice is meaningful, and that victory will come eventually; But it has also raised such a group of 'proud soldiers'. In the past half month, they have been tired of engaging in skirmishes with those mechanical monsters.

While always able to dominate, it wasn't the kind of definitive victory they wanted.

In the hands of soldiers, the most powerful weapons: steel and discipline, cannot be used to the maximum on such a battlefield.

They could neither drive powerful chariots of steel to form a torrent and drown the enemy; Nor can we rely on iron will and discipline to fight the enemy on a large-scale battlefield and fight at the forefront of the artillery firing world.

Now, they can only be divided into small groups and fight a limited number of battles against those mechanical monsters, which is the true meaning of flesh and blood against steel.

It's normal to hold a breath in my heart.

The fighters need a frontal assault to vent their suffocating frustration.

The military heart is available, and there is indeed a need for this strategy, so Yan Fangxu put forward such a big strategy.

He made a backup of the relevant documents, and then took the Wind Falcon back to Fuxing City, and made a report to the Governor at the scheduled time.

Such a big thing, of course, needs to be reported.

Although, when he received the appointment before, Governor Gu made it clear that he was the supreme head of the alliance army on the Western Front and could strategically give full command.

This symbolizes the trust of the Governor, but he can't really hold chicken feathers as arrows.

How to fight, the specific tactical arrangements, of course, these are not to worry about the Governor. However, the core issue of 'whether to fight or not' does not allow him to make a decision easily.

He had to have a clear mandate to do so.

In this report in Fuxing City, the time was a full hour and a half, and when he said it, he was still a little nervous.

No matter how good his reasons were, it was indeed contrary to the strategy set by the Governor in the first place, and he was also worried that the Governor would be unhappy, not pass, and give him another scolding.

But none of this happened.

He didn't even care about the code name of the operation, and with a stroke of the pen, he signed the document of 'Operation Flashtail'.

During the whole process, Governor Gu only asked a few questions, and then nodded, telling him to hurry back and set up the battlefield.

Before leaving, he also saw the governor drag Tadius, his old partner, into the secret room, presumably to discuss how to carry out logistics and how to ensure that the materials needed to launch this operation should be accurately supplied.

Yan Fangxu's mind became more determined on the wind falcon on the return trip, and he felt that the next action was more victorious.

……

David Valenzula, a lieutenant in the 3rd Beast Slaughter Brigade of Army Group Center, was the company commander of the 2nd Company of the 9th Regiment.

Three days ago, his unit received an order to participate in an operation codenamed 'Flashtail'.

At first, he thought it was just an ordinary operation, but when he got into the car with his company, he found that it was not the case at all.

The whole brigade is assembled!

And it's not just their brigades.

Looking at the many lion tanks, armored fighting vehicles, and countless trucks pulling artillery on the same avenue, he realized that this 'flashtail' operation was going to do something big!

His mentality became excited, and he could finally no longer control a defense area within a radius of several kilometers in a company like before, send many patrol teams, and respond to the ground patrol support request sent by the air force brothers at any time to 'suspect that there is an enemy somewhere', and then in order to avoid being transferred away from the mountain, he could only send at most one platoon at a time.

In most cases, you will pounce in the air, and in a small case, you will encounter a small number of enemies and return victorious, but you will also have to lose some personnel on your side.

The key is that after being tortured like this for more than half a month, people's spirits are very tense, and they have attacked countless times, and from time to time they have to lose some manpower and can't come back.

He couldn't kick the ass of those mechanical monsters hard, and he couldn't use the support of several 'big killers' in the team and the artillery brothers in the rear, which made him feel like he had nowhere to go.

Now, it's finally time to let it go out and do a big job!

On the first day after departure, it was quite calm.

He heard something from the mouths of the other brother troops who were marching together, and he heard some artillery fire in the distance, and even later in the evening, their convoy passed through the ruins of a checkpoint.

This seems to be the place where those steel monsters were fortified, but now it has been pierced by the armored brothers in front of it, and only a piece of tatters remains.

I don't know which division and brigade of the engineer brothers, who have already cleared the road and continue to work on both sides of the road, as if to pull these scrap iron back, I heard that it is the research institute of the alliance that needs some samples. In addition to making samples, Valenzuan is estimated to be able to recycle other parts as raw materials.

In general, the first day of the journey for his company was relatively peaceful, and nothing major happened.

During this day, I basically sat in the car and marched, day and night. The soldiers could still sleep in the car, and the driver had to change the way, and he had to drive at night.

Sometimes it is most comfortable to drive on the main road; Sometimes, the road is so congested that you have to drive to the wasteland below, which is a bit of a crime, and the car will be extremely bumpy, not only will the speed of the car be slowed down, but the people sitting on it will not be able to rest at all.

And by the next day, the excitement began to appear.

The convoy of their company was shelled.

There were three shells, one after the other fell next to their company. Sitting in the passenger seat of the troop carrier, he saw the shells fall in front of the side, and the flying sand and gravel and dirt covered the front windshield of the vehicle, and the crackling sound accompanied by the arrival of the shock wave almost overturned the car.

But fortunately, the Alliance's troop carriers have also been modified, and they are no longer like in the past, with only a shed in the back of the body. Now, the top, bottom, left and right are sealed with steel plates. The shells blew down the flying sand and gravel, but no one was injured.

After the bombing, Valenzuan asked the soldiers to get out of the car to hide, and was ready to follow the trajectory of the shells to see what was going on, but soon new news came that his own artillery unit had raised the opposite side.

So, they moved on, and in the evening, they entered a battle.

It was not difficult, the other brother units under the 4th Infantry Regiment to which Valenzuan's company belonged had already gone up to fight a round, and the artillery brothers of the brigade had used thousands of shells to cover their advance.

What they had to do was to keep pressing the line at a distance of 100 meters from the artillery bombardment line, and in the process of ensuring the speed of their advance, they would destroy the surviving enemy under the artillery fire.

This is called infantry artillery coordination, which is considered a basic operation in the alliance's army training subjects, and there is nothing difficult about it.

This whole battle is not difficult. To him and the soldiers under his command, it was more like a battlefield cleanup. Most of the work, the artillery brothers have already done it.

Back at the vehicle, they set up camp in the wilderness.

Today, I finally don't have to travel overnight.

On the third day, they finally had a big fight.

At that time, their convoy finally got on the road, the driver drove comfortably, and the soldiers could finally rest in the car for a while, and even under the call of the company instructor, everyone sang military songs in the car.

But while they were singing, the sound of artillery fire falling to the ground came from a far away place ahead.

The sound was distorted and sounded like thunder. But the veterans who were crawling around on the battlefield understood that it was the explosion of artillery landing.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the soldiers in the car suddenly became tense, the songs stopped singing, and the beat stopped beating.

Immediately afterwards, soldiers on tricycles approached, holding signs in front of the car asking them to stop.

The soldiers who came up glanced at the co-pilot's Valenzuan, and found that it was a lieutenant, so he quickly saluted, and then said: "Hello, comrade lieutenant!" Ten kilometers ahead, our marching contingent was subjected to shelling! I'm afraid that it will soon be unsafe here, and I don't know if the enemy's artillery fire will hit here. Our commander told me to drive all the way east to inform the troops behind me to pay attention to the situation. It's better for your party to stop and go down the avenue to the desert, and it's better to spread out. ”

With that, the soldier turned around and was about to leave, but Valenzuan stopped him.

He took out a white cigarette case from the pocket of his jacket, gave one to the private, and asked, "Which unit are you?" What's going on up ahead? Do you have any specific information to share with? ”

The private took the cigarette, hesitated, and said, "I'm from the 3rd Battalion of the Wind Extinguishing Brigade." It seems that I heard from the front that there is an enemy blocking force that broke through the blockade of the 47th Brigade in the south and slipped to the vicinity of the avenue, and there are self-propelled guns, which took us by surprise, and our chief is already arranging defenses and counterattacks, so I asked me to hurry over to the rear and inform the brother troops to be careful of dispersion and concealment. ”

Seeing that the lieutenant in the car in front of him wanted to ask again, the private quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't ask, there are still many people to be notified later, I have to hurry." ”

"Go, go, go."

The private returned to his three-wheeled motorcycle, and continued to run eastward with a puff of smoke, the sign still standing on the car, and the horn kept ringing.

Valenzuan retracted his gaze, picked up the walkie-talkie, and roared twice, and the troops descended the main road and drove to the nearby wasteland.

The entire company, a total of about a dozen vehicles, was indeed dispersed to avoid being really bombed later.

At the same time, he also used a walkie-talkie, ready to contact his superiors and ask if there was any specific information.

But before he could ask, his intercom rang first.

The caller was the regimental chief of staff, who gave them a task:

"Our marching brigade is under artillery fire, and the 2nd Battalion of the Wind Extinguishing Brigade has begun to carry out a counterattack. Order your troops to immediately advance 35 kilometers to the southwest, interspersed with the rear road of the enemy troops, and be sure to block this enemy force, and not let them continue to flow! ”

"Roger!"

Then, after repeating the order, the car call hung up, and Valen Zuan picked up the walkie-talkie again, switched to the company's channel, and yelled: "Brothers! It's time for work! We're going to follow the back of those tin ghosts! 35 km, I want to race in two hours! Is there a problem?! ”

A ghost crying wolf howls in the channel!

(End of chapter)