On the 23rd day of the month of the pastor, in the evening.

Major Konstantin Genner, a major of the gendarmerie frowned and looked at the horizon stained by the setting sun, and a few hairy boys around him pointed to the blood-red sky and chattered endlessly, which made the major a little annoyed, and he had to put down his monoculars and give each of those talkers a slap in the face. When the imps had quieted down, the Major gazed back at the beautiful scenery that made him feel creepy.

Major Genel was a veteran field gendarme, who rarely left the front, served as a superintendent, and was also thrown into the front line in an emergency. Compared to his colleagues who are used to being at ease in the rear, the major in his 40s is more like a traditional soldier. The wealth of experience made Gernell feel a little uneasy about the silence in front of him.

Be quiet.

Extreme silence.

For a whole day, the Major did not hear a single gunshot, nor the sound of a shell or bomb exploding—of course, Genesl had experienced countless such peaceful days and nights before the war, but since Charlemagne began to "fight all over the world" and "Eight Pillars and One Universe", the only thing left in the Major's ears was the roar of war.

But since after midnight yesterday, all the noise has ceased, and the endless shelling and cold guns that drive people crazy have disappeared without a trace, as if they never existed.

All thought it was a harbinger of a large-scale attack, with soldiers crouching underground examining their weapons, military bands fiddling with their instruments, and rotating sentries entering the first line of trenches waiting for the barrage and the charge of enemy infantry. The officers even put on the full set of dress worn only for the military parade, and prepared to greet death in the most glamorous posture.

Compared with the central authorities who know the frontline from the report, the front-line officers and soldiers who face each other across the trenches from the defense army have a clearer understanding of the opponent. After experiencing a high-density shelling of 6 shells per square meter per second, any dignity, honor, and bravery will be blasted into the bloody mud. In the eyes of Charlemagne's front-line officers and soldiers, not only do the cannonballs on the other side not cost money, but the sharp-eared ghost animals are also monsters who don't need to rest, and they can finish the battle by drinking butter and cannonballs, the other party is just waiting for the opportunity, and when the time comes, they will wash away the previous shame.

Now seems to be the time.

Everyone waited in high tension for the enemy attack, and the sentries stared through the periscope at the movement on the ground, but all they could see was billowing smoke, yellow and white smoke obscuring the enemy trenches. They could only bite their fingers while waiting restlessly.

In this way, a morning passed, and the smoke that filled the battlefield also dissipated, but the imaginary attack did not come.

- What the hell is going on on the other side?

Psychological warfare and traps?

Speculation and rumors spread rapidly through the trenches, and within a few minutes of each version appearing, a new version appears, and the speed of refresh is breathtaking.

There are also people in the middle who put forward the hypothesis of "whether the enemy will run away", but it is difficult for the proposer, including the proposer himself, to believe that the group of high-end Krypton players on the opposite side who have a huge advantage and can be reckless at any time actually admit to fleeing? What kind of cold joke is this? What is the matter with the shelling in front? What is the reason why I couldn't move forward after fighting so hard before?

There must be a trap on the other side, and there must be a conspiracy with pointy-eared ghost animals.

Charlemagne's nearly 200,000-strong army waited in anxiety until late in the evening, when the front-line command, which had completely lost patience, sent scouts to reconnoiter the enemy position. Major Gernell and his entourage were in charge of the response.

What the hell is going on on the other side? Everyone is desperate to know the answer, which makes the already boring wait even more frustrating.

Finally, the sharp-eyed Major Gernell noticed several figures on the horizon, and he hurriedly raised his binoculars, and when he saw that it was Charlemagne's uniform that moved, the Major breathed a sigh of relief. But soon, a few puzzled expressions in the telescope quickly spread to Gernell.

"What the hell is going on?"

The gendarmerie major muttered quietly.

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"In the Balfour direction, Charlemagne's army began to advance. ”

"Charlemagne's army was found organizing a river crossing near Nancy. ”

"Metz Fortress Group, no anomalous behavior of the enemy army. ”

One message after another, the female staff entered the enemy movement into the terminal according to the instructions, and in the large-scale map projection terminal, several thick arrows were approaching the abandoned defense line and began to advance deep into Alfheim.

This should have been a solemn scene, but at this moment, there was only deep dissatisfaction in the command room of the Eagle's Nest.

- It's moving too slowly.

More than one staff officer complained so.

This sounds like it should come from Charlemagne's staff officers, but in fact the entire General Staff of the Defence Force complained about the slow actions of Charlemagne's army.

The trick of the "revolving door" tactic is speed, which includes both the speed of your own advance and the speed of the enemy.

If the enemy moves too quickly and too early, and the enemy moves too slowly, the right flank assault group will inevitably go in a larger circle to complete the outflanking, or drive more than half of the enemy troops into the encirclement directly through the middle of the enemy's marching column - this is obviously contrary to the strategic guiding ideology of the whole battle. Therefore, in the initial stage, the defense forces had to accommodate Charlemagne's rhythm and retreat steadily while maintaining contact, luring the enemy army to the preset battlefield little by little.

But the problem is, those guys are too slow, right?

As the most mobile army in the world, the Defence Force has long been accustomed to fast-paced warfare, and suddenly made them turn around and accommodate Charlemagne's current 10-kilometer advance on that day...... It's a bit uncomfortable indeed. The young staff officers in the General Staff even quipped: if the Wehrmacht were to march after Charlemagne's army one day, the Wehrmacht would have to be very careful not to step on the heels of the roosters in front of them.

In fact, they don't want to think about how badly Charlemagne's army was hung and beaten before, and if they were pressed to the ground by the opponent all day long, the area of the psychological shadow would not be smaller than the current Charlemagne. Now that the ghost beast on the opposite side has withdrawn all at once, can you not suspect that there is a trap inside? Do you dare to advance quickly? Even if the front-line generals are bold, the supplies behind must be able to keep up, and if you have a barely chargeable ammunition reserve at hand, who would dare to go up and send them to death?

At least until it was certain that there was no danger ahead, Charlemagne's army could not move quickly.

Compared with the complaining young generals, the senior officers, led by Brunhill, seemed calm and relaxed. For them, Charlemagne's pace of action was not only slow, but just right.

In addition to the aforementioned "revolving door" speed problem, there are several things that Charlemagne needs to help complete, and if you act too fast, you can't do anything.

"You know what? Brunhill. The so-called enemy—"

The sound of tapping on the table is like hitting the keys of a piano, and the sound of music-like laughter echoes through the space.

"Sometimes it's more useful than allies. ”