My Empire

When the 1st Fleet of the Royal Guards of the Ailan Hill Empire blocked the Warden Fleet who wanted to lengthen the front on the flanks, the pressure came on the Warden's side.

Sorens decided to send more fleets, and the premise of lengthening the front line was to see that the Alanhill Empire fleet had not put in new combat troops for a long time.

At that time, not only him, but also most of the senior commanders of the Watchers, thought that the Alanhill Empire was weakened.

However, when they sent a fleet to try to circumvent the flank and make the situation of the Aranhill Empire fleet worse, they bumped head-on into the Royal Guard 1st Fleet led by General Butoria.

This made Sorens and his men a little confused, because their previous attempt to defeat the Alanhill Empire fleet seemed to be in vain.

The current situation is that they have actively expanded the front, so their losses have also passively increased.

Although they have an absolute advantage in military strength, they don't care about the huge losses in front of them at this time.

But they didn't dare to continue to expand the battle line, because if the losses continued to increase, no one could guarantee that the opposite Ailan Hill Empire would still be able to persist.

It really made the Ailan Hill Empire hold on. This time, because of the total offensive launched by the oracle, wouldn't it be necessary to lose?

Who can afford to lose the decisive battle fought by God's orders? Don't say that God will not pursue it, but you have to weigh it, right? Losing face is a small thing, and if you miss the great cause of God, it's really impossible to redeem it.

At this moment, a Guardian commander was gritting his teeth, wishing to crush the Alanhill Empire fleet on the opposite side.

He clenched his fist and said bitterly: "There is such a fleet hidden behind? It seems that this enemy commander is also a guy with full strength! He has been pressing his reserve team until now. Just used it."

Beside him, the other watcher also looked ugly, and said coldly: "These **** guys, can't you just die honestly? Why are you struggling!"

Sorens was in the crowd and didn't speak. He just looked at the image of the frustrated troops on the two wings, which seemed to be a little lost for a while.

The current situation is that the Ailanhill Empire is still fighting well on both wings, which makes the guards who have invested a huge amount of troops very uncomfortable.

On one side, the new Gundam troops of the Ailan Hill Empire cut into the battlefield, and the Guardian fleet here suffered heavy losses. Rather than saying that they are still attacking, it is better to say that they sacrificed the fleet on this side and used the offensive to involve the elite of the Ailan Hill Empire.

On the other side, the extended fleet that had high hopes was also blocked. Although there is no danger of annihilation, it is true that the outcome of the battle cannot be expanded.

The piercing tactics in the middle did not work, and the tactics of outflanking the two wings also fell into a deadlock. The tactical arrangements of the Guardian commanders failed to work one after another, which seemed to indicate that the battle was not as successful as they thought.

"Complaining can't solve the problem! What we have to think about now is how to open the situation!" A watchman commander reminded his colleagues to focus on useful aspects.

By his side, several Guardian commanders were whispering, as if discussing how to change tactics and regain the advantage.

To be honest, although there have been countless years in the entire universe, the guards also lack the experience in commanding operations of this level of large corps.

In previous wars, they only needed to assemble a small amount of troops, and they could rely on the ability to replicate themselves to easily defeat their opponents.

At that time, they were invincible existences, and even a low-level commander who died in battle was a terrifying existence that could destroy civilization.

But now, in the face of an advanced civilization that has a large number of planets, mines a huge amount of resources, and combines magic and science and technology, their past set is a bit insufficient.

The Airanhill Empire also has countless fleets, with powerful forces that can counter the guards, and the war has risen to a level that no guards have ever touched.

At this level, the guards have no good way, and can only mobilize troops based on previous experience.

In fact, from a strategic point of view, the command and dispatch of such a huge battle is not complicated.

As the saying goes, returning to the basics, the face-to-face decisive battle of such a large number of troops really can't play any tricks. It is nothing more than setting an attack method, and then the forces rush together, and the competition is that the logistics supply is a reserve of troops, not a fancy technique.

Miraculous things like the bald headmaster's personal micro-operations are unlikely to appear in the battle before him.

"Look left and right, there is actually no other way." A Warden Commander said to Sorens: "It's nothing more than three choices."

He pointed to the edge of the battlefield and spoke out his own views: "One is to continue to expand the length of the contact front, gritted his teeth and insist, see if the opponent collapses first, or we exhaust our forces first."

"The other is the same, keep the current state, wait quietly for the result, and see who can't hold on first." Seeing no one is talking, he can only continue to say: "After all, it is a choice to not change anything. "

"The third method is to increase the force of the central breakthrough and return to the piercing tactics!" After a pause, he also said the third option. After speaking, he closed his mouth and waited for the rope. Lance chooses.

Sorens also knew that in this state, he could choose nothing more than these tactics. As for those complicated tricks, in the face of such a huge force, they are all jokes.

Continuing to expand the battle front means a greater risk, and it is also the easiest way to tell the winner.

It's nothing more than a double bet, to see who runs out of chips on the table first. At this time, the competition is the capital in the hand, and it has nothing to do with the luck of the cards.

This kind of choice was the favorite choice of the guards in the past because they know better than anyone else, and they must have more chips than their opponents! A lot more!

But now, facing the Ailan Hill Empire, many guards do not have such confidence, so they hesitate to make a decision.

They may not even feel that in terms of confidence, they have been affected by the powerful Ailan Hill Empire, and they have begun to suffer from gains and losses.

Hold the soldiers and wait for a result to be more passive, and the battle will continue like this.

Although the final result is better than anyone else, it is completely different in nature. This choice may passively lengthen the duration of the battle, and the extension of time also represents an increase in changes!

There are changes, or there are more possibilities for changes, which in itself is a kind of gamble. Because no one said badly, who would benefit from the changes that will occur in the next second.

Perhaps, waiting passively, the Ailan Hill Empire will soon be defeated due to lack of troops.

But in the same way, perhaps after passively waiting, what is waiting for more reinforcements from the Alanhir Empire, as well as a more stable line of defense from the Alanhir Empire!

In short, this kind of waiting is passive, and it is the luck of both parties. It is equivalent to everyone stud pushing their chips to the table, and then waiting for the cards to be dealt to see who is the straight flush and who is the four aces.

The third option, although essentially the same as the first option, only has a change in the direction of the input of troops, but the meaning it represents is completely different.

It can be said that the third option represents the decision-maker’s hesitation and illustrates the decision-maker’s hesitation.

Repeatedly modifying the key areas of attack is the most direct manifestation of repeatedly overthrowing one's original established policy and having doubts about one's own decision-making.

As a commander, the hesitation and repetition of performance at this time actually means that he has lost control of the game. He no longer knows what method can be used to win the victory that belongs to him.

Finally, in the hesitation, Sorens made up his mind. He opened his mouth and instructed his men: "Keep the status quo first! Then send two fleets to press up! Seek a breakthrough in the middle!"

"Yes!" Now that there was an order, the guards didn't entangle, and the commander immediately led the way. After that, the two fleets continued to press forward and continued to attack the defensive positions of the Ailan Hill Empire regardless of loss.

In fact, Sorens's decision cannot be said to be wrong. Although he hesitated, although he lost confidence in the previous decision, his decision still has an effect.

The first point is that the frontal fleet of the Ailan Hill Empire, that is, the rear of the Empire's 1st and 2nd Fleet, has indeed no troops to adjust.

Lawnes pressed on his last reserve team, relieved the threat of the flank, and at the same time used up the last formed reserve force in his hand.

At this moment, he has no extra troops to reinforce any direction on the front.

Therefore, when Sorens ordered to change the direction of attack and once again mobilized troops to try to penetrate the front of the Ailan Hill Empire line of defense, Lawnes could only use the troops in his hand to persevere helplessly.

No matter how much the loss is, no matter how the entire defense line is shaky, he can only hold on, unable to move.

Because there is no mobile force, all he can do is wait. The initiative is on the side of the guards, but the guards don't know it.

Inside the bridge of the battleship Serris, Lawnes looked at the enemy fleet that was already close at hand, and hadn't given a move order for a long time.

All staff officers, including the chief of staff, have not discussed tactical countermeasures for a while.

They have done everything they can, and now there is only a boring and long wait. Waiting for the enemy's attack to change, waiting for...the coming of our own collapse.

"General Bakaroff called. The 2nd Fleet suffered heavy losses. The two squadrons have been wiped out. Two other squadrons have suffered heavy losses and almost lost their combat capabilities." A liaison officer once again sent a bad guy. information.

In the past half an hour, none of the news he sent was good. Either a telegram for help, or a report reporting the loss.

The replenishment fleet that finally rushed to the front line basically replenishes the frontline troops as soon as it arrives.

Even so, the speed of replenishment is far behind the speed of loss of battleships. The fleet defense line of the Ailan Hill Empire is getting thinner and thinner.

Although there are thousands of total support, such changes cannot be seen directly for a while, but such changes are indeed happening little by little.

Finally, Lawnes also felt too much pressure and began to be unable to support it. He turned around and asked a question that exposed his inner anxiety at this moment: "Where is the Royal Second Fleet?"

"There are about 20 minutes to reach the scheduled area." The Chief of Staff, who had already kept the reinforcement fleet's location in mind and kept calculating, immediately replied without looking at the holographic map.

The speed with which he answered questions also showed what he had been thinking about, and it was also the time for the arrival of the reinforcement fleet.

Hearing the chief of staff's answer, a staff officer whispered to his colleagues around him in a somewhat irritated voice: "Wait 20 minutes? If the enemy continues to increase troops to the flank, we will collapse after 20 minutes!"

"There is no way...this is the fastest speed. The distance is so close, using the space jump will affect the charging of the magic defense barrier, and will also affect the output power of the main engine, which is not worth the loss." His colleague lowered his voice and explained.

"When they arrived, we all collapsed. Isn't this even more of a loss?" The staff officer also held back for a long time, and said with a gun and a stick.

"That's right, but you have to consider other aspects, right?" Another staff member explained.

After the explanation, he encouraged the opponent again: "The good news is that in the following period, the enemy did not try to continue to expand the contact front, but in turn strengthened the frontal attack force."

"What are they doing over and over again?" The irritable staff asked inexplicably, not knowing whether he was asking himself or someone else.

"Maybe, it is pulling us, seeking to break through our weak links in the pulling." Behind him, some people speculated.

The staff officer turned his head to look at the other party: "But they clearly as long as they continue to expand the front, we will collapse."

The man spread his hands: "The point is that they don't know."

"This kind of battle where we ourselves are all loopholes is really annoying!" The young staff member who felt that stretching his head and shrinking his head was also a stab, continued to be irritated, hoping that the result would come soon.

He couldn't stand it a little anymore, and felt that instead of hanging like this, it would be better to decide the victory or defeat quickly.

Someone sighed and sighed: "It's a miracle to be able to persist until now! If the enemy didn't make a mistake, we should have been defeated three hours ago."

"Hope, luck can always be on our side!" Hearing the chiefs of staff muttered by these staff members, I didn't know who they were praying to.