My Empire

In the distant Angshire, the General Headquarters of the Ailan Hill Expeditionary Force, General Midas looked at the large map in front of him with his back hand, his eyes fixed on the red area.

Those red areas are constantly expanding, as if they were infected with a virus. The red mark was flashing restlessly, indicating that there was still fighting there.

"The enemy's counterattack is very wide. This is the latest news from the Expeditionary Force Command. The 2nd Armored Corps and the 1st Infantry Corps have also been attacked." A new message sent by a combat staff officer.

"Damn it, what about those air forces that use their nostrils to see people? Why didn't they spot these **** demons in advance? Our surface-to-surface missiles can't come in handy, and the artillery has no chance to fire..." The other staff at the table covered with maps and documents complained irritably.

"Don't complain, how can the Air Force observe such a small-scale raid?" Next to him, another staff officer was looking at the blurry photos coming back from the front.

Some of these shaking camera equipment came from the camera on the power exoskeleton armor, and some came from the recording equipment on the tank.

"Yes, in the area occupied by the devil, their refugees are everywhere, and the roads are full of people. It is impossible to find these demon in white robes." The third staff officer looked at it. He glanced at the commander-in-chief who was standing there without saying a word, and then cautiously explained.

The air force took off a few minutes ago, and the ground attack aircraft force is trying its best to attack these small targets.

It is a pity that these demons are not traditional, lined up with enemy forces attacking forward in phalanx. In the face of such a small-scale assault force with dozens of people and hundreds of people, there is no good way to strike from the air.

However, the Air Force is still ready to give it a try. They intend to attack all the targets they can find and reduce the pressure on the ground forces as much as possible.

Finally, Medias spoke: "Okay, gentlemen. The good news is that we have encountered the enemy's main counterattack. As long as we fight them back, the enemy may not have any better means of counterattack."

He looked at his combat staff and continued: "Although the opponent is very powerful, their strength is insufficient. Now we have discovered that the enemy has only about 1,000 troops."

Medias was keenly aware of the opponent's problem. These troops did not seem to be able to deal with it, but their strength really couldn't create too many surprises.

Over time, the disadvantages of these demons without the help of follow-up troops to expand their results will become apparent.

There are only two waiting for them. One is that they have to stop and regroup. At that time, they will be greeted by relentless long-range artillery, missiles, and bombing by the Air Force.

The other is that they continued to fight with the retreating Airanhill forces, deepening deeper and deeper into the hinterland of the Ailanhill occupied area. At that time they will find that they are completely surrounded, there is no way into the sky, and there is no way to go, and only an end is waiting for them.

In short, there is no follow-up assault like this, no matter whether it is advancing or retreating, there will be no good ending.

But Medias went on to say: "The bad news is that our troops are now passively beaten, and see if there is any way to stop those damned demons from continuing to infiltrate."

Loss is loss after all, no matter how strong the beater is, the pain will still hurt! Midias felt the pain, so he didn't intend to continue being beaten passively.

"There is no general reserve behind the frontline troops. The nearest troops to these enemy troops may still be in Stoffel..." a staff officer said helplessly.

The sequelae of advancing too fast finally broke out. The internal emptiness of the occupied area and the problem of insufficient strength in the occupied area were simply the end of the expeditionary force at this time.

"Where are the troops of other races?" Medias asked.

"The elven army has about 2,000 troops and is stationed near city No. 31. They have to cover 4,000 city construction workers to transform the drainage system there, and they can only transfer about 500 people at most." An elven officer immediately reported.

"If you can get it out, let's get it out! At least they are magicians, they are better at this kind of hand-to-hand combat! Let them choose more powerful people to form a force, rush along the road to ensure the safety of our artillery force!" McGrady Yas said politely.

"I'll get in touch now!" The elf officer stood up and saluted, and hurried to the communication room.

"What else?" Obviously, this amount of troops is obviously not enough, so Mideas continued to ask.

"The dragon troops led by General Brooke are nearby...most of them are orcs, with a number of 2,000." A liaison officer of the dragon troops thought for a while and said.

"Send your people a signal to let them support as soon as possible!" At this time, Midias didn't mean to be polite: "Tell Brooke and General Farlay about the situation, and tell them the fighting power of the white-robed men! The rest! It's up to them to judge for themselves."

"Damn it, if our t800 troop were there, how could these **** white-robed men be so arrogant!" Speaking of the magician troop, a staff officer complained again.

In his opinion, if the puppet soldiers with their individual combat effectiveness are present, solving such a problem is simply a piece of cake.

"Don't say it, the technical department is worried that the magician's incomplete soul will be disturbed by the source of magic, so it is impossible to prohibit large-scale puppet troops from entering the demon world." Another staff officer shook his head and explained.

"But, don't we have magicians entering the demon world? They also use powered exoskeletons... Isn't that something similar to the puppet principle?" The staff retorted depressedly.

"The problem is, those **** in the technical department insist on their views and think that the number should not be too much..." Another staff officer shrugged. Sometimes things are so unsolvable. No matter what the people in the office say, they are It makes sense...

"Grecken's magician troops are calling! They are rushing to the war zone for reinforcements." A communications officer walked in and handed a message to Medeas.

"The dragon calls back...our troops have begun to fight back!" The dragon liaison officer walked back to the command post with his chin held high and reported loudly and confidently.

"General Falai called, the unicorn cavalry is rushing to the battlefield!" The elven officer shouted loudly while pressing his sword. His face carried the same confident expression.

At this moment, the Magic Continent is united.