The solar system is broken

After being plowed by artillery fire several times at the Merchant Army's assembly point, these natives also learned to be wise.

Every time the flares were launched into the air, they began to run around, and the artillery battery's long-range strikes could no longer carry out large-scale damage to the opposite side.

They are like tarsal maggots, wandering far away and not going far at all.

More than a dozen shells had no effect, and the commander of the artillery battery directly ordered the bombardment to stop.

The heavy rain was raging crazily in this area, making it impossible to see the figures in the distance.

Under this weird background music, the Shang Army put great psychological pressure on the Youzhou Army.

The war has reached its most intense state.

Because of the wounded, the Youzhou Army could not pursue it.

Moreover, it was dark and raining heavily, so I was afraid I might have been ambushed.

After more than an hour of stalemate, the heavy rain showed no sign of letting up.

"Jingx," the chief of staff said, his condition was a little bad, his head was dizzy, "I have a terrible headache."

His body temperature was robbed by the autumn rain, and he became confused from time to time. He was already somewhat unfit to direct a war.

The military doctors standing by were very nervous. Their wounded needed a dry environment.

All the interrupted trains overturned and were now filled with water.

Although the carriage on the rear side did not flip over, there was no one else there.

To move the wounded to that position, the center of gravity needs to be shifted to the right.

This movement requires moving the entire artillery battery to the right at least 200 meters, and the entire infantry to stretch to the right.

This means that the artillery fire will not have strong fire support for at least 15 minutes. Once the enemy attacks the train at this time, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Chief of Staff~" Jinx was very anxious.

"Jingx, I might...@#@!" He chuckled, his teeth chattering.

"Medic!" Jinx panicked.

If something happens to the last commander, it will be bad.

The military doctor came over in a hurry, dragging a small medicine box.

He touched the chief of staff's forehead and shook his head.

"No, the temperature is too low and something will happen."

Although the people of Muma Star are very tough and not easy to die, such heavy bleeding and low temperature make it unreasonable to die.

The number of simple tents was very limited, less than 30 were rescued, and the total number of wounded and sick was 200.

This is really a drop in the bucket, and bacteria can easily breed on rainy days like this. Who knows what will happen if you stay here for a night.

"There must be a dry environment where at least the chief of staff can keep warm."

The writer shook his head. Even a layman could see the problem of the whole situation being loose.

"Jingx, please think of a way," the military doctor looked at the chief of staff and said with great helplessness.

Jingx took off his clothes and covered the chief of staff's body.

"Mr. Medic, I think this is too dangerous." Jinx glanced at the soldiers wailing in pain, feeling very helpless.

There are 200 wounded, and at least 300 people will be needed to evacuate them.

As a result, the already stretched number of people will inevitably overwhelm the soldiers with guns.

Not to mention too much, at least 100 soldiers would want it.

This is equivalent to the fact that if the entire artillery position does not follow the transfer, it will be undefended.

The enemy should be bolder and penetrate the Chinese army.

As long as we break through to a distance of 100 meters, the machine gun positions on both wings will not dare to fire here.

The commander has been unconscious for too long, and the only commander and chief of staff is still in a daze.

"I have a way." The writer hung the telescope on his chest and squatted down.

"You know how to fight?"

The writer shook his head, of course he wouldn't know how to fight.

But this does not mean that he has no brains and no ideas.

"If you don't listen, it won't hurt you anyway."

A wise man will make a mistake every time he worries, and a fool will gain something after a thousand worries.

"What are you going to do?"

"Ever heard of magnetic tactics?"

"Magnetic tactics?"

This is a very simple way of fighting. The two are free of contact and non-contact. If the enemy retreats, I will violently push forward and intersperse. If the enemy advances, I will retreat. Anyway, I will not fight you.

The Shang army's tactical intention is to harass, and the writer is certain that if they move forward by themselves, the other side will inevitably retreat.

The enemy is definitely not willing to fight head-on, so you might as well try to advance.

"This is too dangerous."

The writer shook his head, "Maybe we can eliminate the entire enemy in this transfer."

The writer drew a straight line on the soft loess.

Click a circle at the beginning and end.

The writer raised his hand, lifted a branch, and placed it on these two points.

The left wing moved to the middle section first. After the left wing was retracted in place, the infantry in the middle moved to the right following the wounded.

The right wing shoots straight up.

Clear out a wide area on the right.

At this time, if it is an enemy, it will definitely come from the left.

Relying on the cover of the carriage, he rushed over.

At this time, the artillery battery in the middle section fired directly, flattening the entire left wing.

The heavy firepower infantry on the right wing penetrated directly and drove out the entire enemy on the left wing.

If the enemy still wants to attack the right wing at this time, he will definitely charge against the right wing position.

If they don't charge, the left wing will be outflanked.

Of course there is a possibility that they don't charge.

That would be better, the right wing can just retreat.

After listening to this, Jinx's face was heavy. He couldn't say anything, it had no effect. He could only say that he was very bold.

Interspersed, rushed, and covered with firepower, all were used.

"How is it?" The writer glanced at Jinx.

"Very bold." Jinx gave a very fair evaluation.

The two looked at each other and saw something strange in each other's eyes.

That kind of thing is very weird, like a conspiracy.

"I have a question~" Heizi raised his hand.

"Um?"

"Why don't we move it in batches?"

Heizi turned his head and looked at the writer with serious eyes.

The two of them looked at Heizi blankly, and Heizi felt a little scared.

"What I mean is that an infantry squad takes a certain number of wounded to the carriage and then returns here, and at the same time the infantry squad here also sets off."

"The two infantry squads set off alternately and move along this line of defense."

"The number of vacancies in the entire center and right wing will not exceed 30, which should be very small."

Silence is better than sound at this time.

The high-end ingredients only require simple cooking. After two hours of busy work, the meal is finally ready.

Simple and clear.

"No no~" The writer shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

The attack telegram in the industrial area will be sent here soon.

This is a bait.

"Mr. Writer, you are an interesting man," Jinx pulled out a pistol from the gun case on his trouser leg.

This pistol is different from commonly used pistol ammunition, with a caliber of 26.5mm, which is slightly larger than ordinary pistols.

The gun body is slightly flat, about 55mm.

The weight of the empty magazine is 280g, and the weight of the magazine is 90g.

The single magazine has a capacity of 9 rounds, and the pistol has a single round.

This is a signal pistol, its function is to transmit messages over long distances at night.

Heizi had a strange look on his face. Why did he have to create such a big battle if there were more economical means?

"Mr. Major Writer, I now take over the command of the 112th Regiment. Does the Chief of Staff have any objections?"

The poor chief of staff is delirious.

At this time there was no longer any objection.

(In the army, when the chief officer cannot perform his duties, the adjutant will perform them.)

(If the adjutant is unable to perform the task, the next-level officer will perform the task.)

(Here, the person with the highest military rank is the writer, who is the military staff officer at the regiment level. It is actually not appropriate for him to execute it)

(But it’s not impossible, just like parachuting an officer over.)

"@#!"

Heizi:...

"Did he agree?" Heizi.

"He didn't object."

"I************" (a herb.)

"From now on, Mr. Writer, you are the commander-in-chief."

"So careless?"

writer:....

"I don't know how to fight either!"

"No you can." Jinx didn't give him any chance to refute.

"All personnel in the headquarters will move to the right simultaneously with all units."

"The right wing personnel circle around the left wing, move the left wing to the right wing, and implement fire coverage in the middle section."

"Flag flares are action messages."

"The time is 9 o'clock in 20 minutes, let's start!"

The messengers set off immediately with the orders from the temporary headquarters.

The writer looked at the retreating figure, slightly absent-minded.

The world is so amazing. A man who has not experienced any preparation for war has sat in the position of the head coach.

Ridiculous war. Ridiculous life.

The rain is still falling.

Continuously underground.

Lost in love underground.

The luxuriant grass and pine forest were silent. In this uninhabited area, an eye-catching war broke out.

The writer held the telescope in his hand and looked at the blurry area ahead.

The infantrymen made the stretcher, and the doctor made final inspections of the preparation.

After waiting for 10 minutes, a green flare went off on the right wing.

The left wing also launched a green signal flare into the sky to express that it had no objection to the plan.

Jingx looked at the watch in his hand and slowly pointed to the last 9.

"Does Mr. Major have any special hobbies?"

"No," the writer shook his head and shook the water from his sleeves.

"Then he is really a boring person?"

"Why do you have such special interests?"

"Does studying count?"

"Reading?" The writer was stunned for a moment. Can this also be regarded as a hobby?

"Mr. Writer, I want to open a bookstore after the war ends, drink tea and read every day." The last minute.

"Reading~" The writer lost his expression slightly, "That is a very painful thing."

"Why?"

"He fully allowed an immature person to mature prematurely." The writer narrowed his eyes and sneered, "It was very painful for him to experience sobriety that he should not experience."

"Mr. Writer must have read a lot of books~" Jinx did not deny it, nor did he agree.

"Not much, otherwise I would be very thorough." A knowledgeable person is not extreme, while a profound person is extreme.

"Time's up." Jinx flicked his sleeves.

The whole group started to operate like a precise machine.

"Flare, cover!"

"ju~" The sharp cannonballs whizzed up.

Six illumination bombs rose in the dark sky.

The war started again.