Heroes of Silver Moon

In the command camp, Harris and others are discussing new tactical arrangements.

"Who will take the lead?" Harris looked at the senior officers in the camp.

There was some silence in the camp. They all knew that the vanguard was doomed to suffer heavy losses in the battle across the river. Finally, Graton sighed: "Let the first army fight!"

In the new army system, the first army is the main battle army, and all armament resources are given priority. Naturally, they should take the initiative to take responsibility at this time.

Harris took a deep look at Gratton, and nodded heavily: "Okay, then the first army will fight, and the second and third armies will join the battle later. Do you have any suggestions on tactics?"

Most of the people shook their heads. They were only separated by a small river from the orc army, and they still took the initiative to attack. There was really no room for tactics, and they could only fight head-on.

Only Bulder pondered for a moment and asked, "How will the second and third armies that will join the battle cross the river?"

Harris replied without thinking: "Of course it is to cross the river in batches and sections, lengthen the front, expand the battlefield, and resolve this war as soon as possible."

Now Simon is one against three, struggling to support, and may lose at any time. Of course, the sooner this war is resolved, the better.

Boulder shook his head: "This way our losses will be huge, and the battle line will be too long, which will also weaken the orcs' sensitivity to battle damage. The two sides are likely to fall into a fierce battle and become stalemate."

Siegel asked carelessly: "If you have any suggestion, just say it, why do you make so many detours?"

Boulder gave a blank stare helplessly, isn't he analyzing the situation, and then said: "Let's gather our positions first, concentrate our forces, let the first army cross the river and gain a firm foothold, and then the second and third armies cross the river in turn, and concentrate the battlefield on this one point." small area.

This has three advantages. First, after the first army crosses the river and stands firm, the second and third armies can cross the river with zero casualties, which can reduce the overall casualties.

The second is that if the battlefield is reduced, the battle damage ratio can be intuitively presented in front of the soldiers on both sides. The orc soldiers are not as disciplined as our soldiers, and the tragic battle will be enough to make them fearful.

The third benefit is to put pressure on the orc army and force them to shrink their troops. "

"You mean, concentrate your forces to attract the attention of the orcs, weaken their perception of the two wings, and then let the cavalry division cross the river in the distance." Harris narrowed his eyes.

He is also a high-achieving student who graduated from the Military Academy, so he guessed Burd's plan in an instant, took a slanted sword, and used cavalry to beat the orc army by surprise.

"Exactly!" Buld nodded in agreement, and then everyone in the camp looked at Siegel, who was already gearing up.

"Haha, good plan, leave it to me!" Siegel smiled excitedly.

Let his cavalry division turn the tide and decide the outcome of this war. The grandson of Boulder is sometimes quite pleasing to the eye.

"But in this case, the first army to cross the river will bear more pressure." Harris looked at Graton questioningly, after all, he was the military chief of the first army.

Graton was silent for a moment, then said expressionlessly: "In war, there are always sacrifices."

In the tent, the atmosphere became more serious. Harris took another deep look at Gratton: "Okay, then according to Bulder's plan, concentrate the troops to cross the river, and the cavalry division will detour from the distant river."

 …

beep! beep! beep!

Early in the morning, the sharp and piercing copper whistle sounded, and the soldiers yawned and got up from the quilts, tidying up their housework and washing their hands quickly, and then prepared to face this boring war.

Unbeknownst to them at this time, a meeting of officers, rank after rank, was taking place.

When Mikil stepped into the regiment command post, he immediately sensed a heavy atmosphere, and his heart sank, feeling that something bad was about to happen.

After all the officers above the company level assembled, it didn't take long before the head of the regiment, Deen, rushed over, as if he had just attended a meeting at the division command post.

"My lords, I am very sorry to tell you some bad news. According to the news from the General Command, we have completely fallen into a disadvantage in the Legendary Battlefield. Your Excellency the Legion Commander requested us to launch a decisive battle immediately. After breakfast, our army will take the lead in crossing the river to attack. " Deen said with a tired and regretful face.

He is a veteran from Xinfaling, so he naturally knows what it means to be the first to cross the river.

After hearing this shocking news, the command post of the regiment seemed to be blown up, and officers at all levels started talking about it.

Mikil's heart tightened as well, and he asked out of breath, "Your Excellency, if we take the initiative to attack, we will definitely suffer heavy casualties."

No one wants to die, even if it is a marquis who wants his family to review, the first batch of crossing the river to fight is too risky.

Looking at the fried command post, De En's face gradually became gloomy, and he slapped the table: "Enough!"

The military officers at all levels who were discussing suddenly became silent. The discipline and obedience of the new army had long been engraved in everyone's bones.

De En looked at these officers coldly: "This is the resolution of the Legion Commander's meeting, it is an order! If you don't want to participate in the war, you can leave now, but I will kill all deserters on the spot for the crime of deserting!"

All the officers fell into silence. The supervisor team of the new legion was not the noble supervisor team in the past.

Regardless of whether you are an officer or a soldier, a nobleman or a commoner, if you dare to violate discipline, you will never show mercy.

"Time is running out. If you have no other opinions, give me all to execute the order!" De En looked at these officers with a dark face.

All the officers looked at each other in blank dismay, then shook their heads helplessly, and left here with a heavy heart.

 …

Returning to the company station, looking at the group of soldiers who were eating breakfast, Mikil's heart became even heavier. He didn't know how to announce that cruel order.

At this time, Bram put the plate in front of Mikkel. Although officers were required to line up for meals, few people took him seriously, especially ordinary soldiers.

In their eyes, eating and sleeping together is already very good, how dare these officials and lords line up for dinner with them.

Looking at the hot porridge, soft bread, bacon, and sausages on the dinner plate, as well as the talking and laughing soldiers around, Mikil fell into deep thought.

In previous battlefields, this food was only enjoyed by nobles and high-level officers, but now, every soldier in the new legion can eat it.

In fact, before coming to the new regiment, he was already prepared to endure hardships, because in his impression, soldiers and junior officers were usually treated poorly.

But when it came to the new legion, it was discovered that there were not many of them.

No matter what time it is, every soldier in the new legion can enjoy the same treatment as an officer, and the living conditions are almost comparable to those of the little nobles, even in wartime!

In fact, in Mikil's view, as long as he only needs to manage food and housing, a large number of poor people will naturally join the army. Such good treatment is a waste of the kingdom's financial resources.

But when he thought of the tragic battle he was going to face next, he vaguely understood the king's intentions.

Soldiers die for their confidantes, without these generous remuneration, why should soldiers be required to fight to the death?

"What's the matter, company commander, is it not to your liking?" Seeing Mikkel's serious face, Bram raised his heart.

As the squad leader, he cooks food himself, naturally to curry favor with Mikil, but don't flatter him on the crater...

"Huh? No~www.wuxiaspot.com~No." Mikil, who was thinking about it, came back to his senses in an instant, and wolfed down the food on the dinner plate before the end of the meal time.

The newly formed regiment with strict discipline also has requirements for meal times, and officers are no exception.

"Doo! All assembled!" Blowing the copper whistle on the neck, except for the cooking squad who was washing the tableware, all the officers and soldiers of the Seventh Company quickly assembled, just like they used to do every day.

"Let the cooking squad and the sentries gather." Mikil gave heavy instructions, and then the messengers around him quickly called these people.

Looking at this situation, Bram in the queue felt a little uneasy.

Calling the cooking team may have something to say, but it is obviously a bit unusual to call the sentinel who is on duty.

Soon, all the members of the Seventh Company assembled. Looking at these familiar faces, Mikil sighed in his heart, and then shouted with a straight face: "Stand at attention!"

"According to the command of the regiment commander, we will be the vanguard and cross the river to attack! You will be given ten minutes to prepare your weapons and ammunition quickly, and write your suicide note!"

"Because this time, we are very likely to go and never return!"

Everyone in the queue suddenly changed their faces, and their brains went blank. Seeing this situation, Mikkel looked at his watch pretendingly, and said with a straight face: "You still have nine minutes!"

After reacting, Bram immediately ran to the tent desperately, took out a pen and paper from his backpack and wrote a letter, followed by other soldiers.

Most of them were illiterate at first, but the new regiment would conduct general education and ideological education for each soldier, so they have learned to read and write in the past two and a half years.

At the very least, the suicide note will still be written...