The solar system is broken

The rain is pouring.

As the thin sun breaks, the two discs slowly rise, clearing away the darkness.

The car rolled over and there was blood all over the ground.

The writer held the telescope in his hand and watched the merchant army slowly retreating in the distance, feeling secretly relieved in his heart.

The nervousness that had been tense all night had calmed down a little. The cold morning breeze blew on his body, making him extremely uncomfortable.

So cold.

The wind in October is always so naughty and tantalizing.

The writer tightened his soaked clothes.

When he turned around, he saw Jingx lying on the roof of the car.

"Jinx~"

"Um?"

"Why do you lie down every time you get on the roof of the car? What do you mean?"

"Safe." Jinx glanced at the writer.

"..."

The enemy retreated very quickly, just as Van Fleet commented on the Stick Army, their retreat speed was more than twice the attack speed.

But it is inappropriate to use it on the merchant army. Although the merchant army withdrew very quickly, it was in an orderly manner.

"Do you want to give chase?" Jinx asked the writer.

"Actually, I'm a little tempted," the writer said as he looked at the sky. It was going to be dark and it would be very advantageous to pursue him.

"But I don't think it will have much effect,"

The merchant army was about to retreat. At this time, the 112th Regiment pounced on them, unable to bite anything.

The only chance is when crossing the river, it will get light in an hour.

The Youzhou Army set out at dawn, but they might have already crossed the river on the other side.

The time to chase is now.

"That's right..." Jinx nodded.

This is a plain, and the river is winding, but it is gentle and it is not difficult to cross the river.

The nearest shoal is 6km away, and it only takes 40 minutes for the merchant army to reach it.

"I think the scale is no less than 2,000 people."

"How did you count?" Jinx was puzzled as to how the writer did it.

"A man's secret," the writer said with a playful wink.

"Cut~"

How the writer calculated it is actually very simple.

Based on the flag on the opposite side and the size of the commander's guard, I can guess.

I learned this skill from Ziwei while reading the manual.

"So are we going to fight?"

"I'm a little hesitant." The writer was actually moved.

The ammunition for the machine gun was almost exhausted in one night. The rifle was slightly better. Without the support of heavy firepower, the writer was a little unsure.

The total number of infantrymen is less than 400, and there is a danger of losing ground when pressed hard.

Another problem is that the firepower is insufficient. Although compared with machine guns and artillery fire, the accuracy of rifles is very high, but the blocking effect is too poor.

If you chase too fast, you will get trapped and fight hand-to-hand.

The Dongyi Army is a professional army, and hand-to-hand combat is definitely their specialty, and the Youzhou Army will never take advantage.

"It's a bet."

"The chances of winning are a bit high." The writer clicked on the telescope and squatted down.

He jumped off the train in one stride, and then... the writer printed a complete face in the soft soil.

"Uh..." Jinx squatted half-crouched on the roof of the car and was speechless. There was no ladder.

"I was careless..." The writer quickly pulled his head out of the mud.

After wiping his face with clay, the writer called for the trumpeter.

"Calling the whole army!"

"The entire army assembles urgently!"

"Toot toot!" the trumpeter blew.

The ears of the three armies stood up.

"You want to fight?" Jinx was also surprised when he saw the writer.

This person is bold and capable, and does things vigorously and resolutely.

Not being a commander is simply a waste of talent.

"If I don't take action now, I'm afraid I will regret it!"

If you want to say why the writer was so excited about the fight, it was because of the anger that had been in his stomach all night.

If you don't kill this beast, it will be difficult to understand the hatred in his heart.

We are all human, who is afraid of whom?

Everyone moved closer to the right wing, the infantry carried guns and the machine gunners carried machine guns.

More than 1,000 people quickly lined up.

The writer squinted his eyes and watched these soldiers covered in mud forming a square formation on the small flat ground.

The Youzhou Army Tactics Manual stipulates that when the army assembly horn is blown, the troops must assemble within 3 minutes.

The assembly time of this army only took two and a half minutes, which can be said to be very good.

The writer's eyes calmly swept across the audience, and it was obvious that they were very tired.

"Look to the right!"

Tap tap tap! Small steps.

"Look forward."

"Look to the right!"

"1,2..."

"Count!"

"1,2..."

“We were supposed to have 120 people in a row, but we actually got 112.”

...

"The second battalion was supposed to have 500 people, but actually there were 460 people."

...

"Comrade Major, the entire regiment was supposed to have 1,510 people, but the actual number was 1,212."

"Take a break!" Raising his hands in a military salute.

"Everyone!" The writer spoke with all his strength for the first time.

Everyone listened quietly.

"We have experienced a humiliating night. You are very tired now, but I think the enemy is also very tired."

To appease the morale of the military? No.

"Now the enemy who stabbed us last night is running away," the writer waved his arm and pointed to the river to the east.

"If you let them go, they will hide in the mountains to the east, build fortresses, and build defense lines. Until then..."

Looking around, the writer's eyes were cold, like looking at a dead person.

Everyone who met his eyes couldn't help but retreat.

"We have to pay ten times the price to eradicate them."

Clenching his fists, gritting his teeth, and looking down at everyone.

"I don't want to hear difficulties, I just want to gain!"

Compared to Huo Shan's ruthlessness, the writer is more ruthless.

If Huo Shan is the tiger in the roaring forest, then the writer is definitely the poisonous snake in the depths of the jungle.

Literary people are just noobs when it comes to expressing their feelings directly.

"Two platoons of infantry remain, and the artillery battery remains," the writer stretched out a finger and walked slowly in front of this small square formation.

"I want three machine guns, and I'll keep the rest. I'll bring enough ammunition."

A scholar shows off his domineering power and exerts all his strength, and everyone can only remain silent.

"Report." An officer stepped forward, puffing out his chest.

"There's fart!"

"Comrade Major, what should we do with our wounded?"

The writer's arrangement is to bring most of the combat power, but there are cavalry troops on the opposite side. What if this goes back?

The solution given by the writer is also very hard-core, "You go and kill all the enemies, and our wounded will be safe!"

"How..."

The writer strode up to the soldier and looked down at him.

Facing the snake-like angry eyes, the soldier was defeated within two seconds.

What do you say about the writer? His wisdom is limited to convincing him with his theories.

Anything that does not conform to his rationality is an alien.

A proud person never bows his head.

"I won't be able to bear it if I don't get it back after I was stabbed by someone. If I have any grudge, I will retaliate to my face!"

"If you don't go, I will go alone."

In full view of everyone, the writer walked up to a guard and motioned to him to give him his rifle.

But that kid didn't know where the anger came from, he held it in his hands and refused to give it away.

"Pah" kicked him out.

He kicked the soldier to the ground.

Bring the gun over and be reasonable. Then why do we need the army?

He also pulled off the guard's bullet belt, and he looked like a bandit.

"I've finished what I said," the writer shouldered his gun and left, regardless of how these people reacted.

Then they saw the supreme commander walking straight out of the battle line alone, stepping on the pile of corpses and walking into the darkness.

Two battalion commanders, you look at me and I look at you.

I didn't realize for a while what kind of commander this was.

If you want to say why the writer dares to be so crazy, it is naturally because he is not afraid of military law.

Jinx was the first to come to his senses and said, "The guard commander is not out yet, what are you going to do for food!"

Only then did the soldier with the pistol react and quickly chase the writer.

"Comrade Major~"

Jinx glanced at the two battalion commanders and shrugged, "What now?"

He is just the captain of the guard and has no other decision-making power at all.

"Maybe we can try it..."

The other battalion commander glanced at the battalion commander, and the battalion commander stopped talking.

"He is the commander now!"

If we now say that we do not agree to march in pursuit, the consequence will be that the army does not know who to listen to, and the command authority of the army will be shaken because of this.

And there is nothing wrong with what the writer said. Letting the enemy troops go, how can you explain to the superiors? No gains are equal to defeat.

What to do then?

This time is indeed completely appropriate, as the enemy has already begun to intend to retreat.

There is a limit to the enemy's counterattack if you chase them. If you play conservatively, you will still gain a lot of gains.

Those are all military achievements, and they are all heads.

"Let's set off immediately. The commander will personally join the battle and fight to the death!"

Once you have figured these things out, you need to act vigorously and resolutely.

There is no need for any preparation. The machine gunner gathers the magazines, the artillery battery shrinks the position a little, and then the non-combatants are wrapped up.

But it was already ten minutes after everything was done.

The writer had already run more than 1,000 meters and was pinned to the ground by the guards.

The writer kicked his feet away and continued walking.

That murderous look looked like a blood feud.

The guard rushed up to him, knocked him unconscious with a knife, and ran back while carrying him.

Like a dead fish, he was carried into the carriage.

The two battalion commanders looked at this guy and were speechless.

The 1st Battalion Commander pointed at the writer’s back and said to the 2nd Battalion Commander, “Idol, the commander you chose!”

"..."

Jinx looked at the embarrassment of the second battalion commander and said tentatively, "I'm the youngest here. If you say anything unpleasant, I'll say it."

"I chose Major. There was nothing I could do about it at the time."

The first and second battalion commanders nodded and stopped talking.

You must attack if you attack, but you can't do it like this.

600 people were divided into two groups to search the narrowest part of the river.

The two men and horses form a fan shape to prevent the opposing horse army from grabbing their butts.

Then the two armies pushed directly to the river bank and drove the group of people into the river to feed the fish.

The tactics were determined, and the 600 men began to take action.

The machine gun is on the side and naturally lags behind due to its weight.

This ensures that the fan shape can still be maintained under high-speed movement.

The whole group runs forward, advancing quickly, and only defeats but does not clean up the enemy troops along the way.

However, what the two of them did not expect was that there were many pitfalls buried in this short journey.

The pursuing team was greatly hindered.

But it doesn't hurt. Once you lay out a few grenades, a safe route will be out.

At the same time, I was secretly glad that I didn't go out to pursue him at night, otherwise I might have capsized in the ditch.