MTL - Heroes of Silver Moon-Chapter 714 : first half (3)

Mikil walked into the general headquarters with an anxious expression on his face: "Commander, I just counted. Among the more than 80 companies stationed on the first front, only eleven companies still maintain a relatively complete establishment. The rest The companies suffered heavy casualties and were unable to continue fighting."

As the overlord of the main continent, the empire is not just for nothing. After suffering in the early stage, it backhandedly wiped out the first artillery regiment and severely damaged the first front.

If the rock puppets continue to participate in the battle tomorrow, I am afraid that the first front will be completely breached, and they will have to rely on the second front to defend.

It has only been less than a month since the war started, and they have only established three fronts in total. If the situation continues to deteriorate like this, the Silver Moon Kingdom will be really in danger.

"Oh, I see." After listening to Mikkel's report, Gratton nodded with a normal expression, without any reaction.

Mikil couldn't help being a little anxious: "Commander, why don't you let the second and third artillery regiments go into battle, the casualties of the frontline troops are really too great."

Without heavy firepower, the soldiers could only use flesh and blood, rock puppets weighing more than ten tons and three stories high. In today's battle, it is a miracle that the first front line has not been breached.

Graton didn't respond positively, but asked instead: "Have you ever watched a knight contest?"

Mikil was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded. The Hisocco family he belonged to was originally the leading lord of the Silvermoon Kingdom. Of course, he has seen knights fighting, and more than once.

Graton continued: "Then do you know what is the key to winning or losing in a knight's contest?"

Mikil frowned, and replied uncertainly: "Martial skills and courage? Or courage?"

Graton shook his head: "Two heavily armed knights charged towards each other with lances and shields in their hands.

Before the spear hits the opponent, martial skills, courage, and courage are irrelevant. The key that can really determine the outcome is who first makes mistakes out of fear

Don't you think this is very similar to what we are facing today?

Once the position of our artillery units is exposed, the magic forces of the empire can deal a devastating blow, and vice versa.

Both the magic unit and the artillery unit are the key to the outcome of the battlefield. Whether we or the empire, whoever makes a mistake first will be the first to lose a round in this war! "

Mikil understood Mikil's analogy, and his expression was a little unnatural: "If you don't invest in the artillery unit, then at least the troops stationed on the front line should be rotated to the rear for rest."

Graton thought for a moment: "Let those companies that are completely incapable of combat withdraw to the second front for rest, and transfer manpower from the second front to supplement the eleven companies that are still able to fight, and let them continue to stick to the first front. "

Mikil's heart sank, and he questioned: "Just let those eleven companies stick to the first line? This is completely letting them die!"

More than a hundred rock puppets, plus tens of thousands of traditional soldiers, today more than 80 companies were almost defeated, and eleven companies are nothing.

Graton took a deep look at him: "First, our soldiers have never faced this kind of elemental puppets before. Although they were caught off guard today, it does not mean that they are incompetent.

In fact, being able to retain a relatively complete organization in today's battle shows that these eleven companies have already mastered the experience of dealing with rock golems.

Second, in the face of these rock puppets with amazing combat power, it is useless to have more people. On the contrary, the fewer people, the more flexible and changeable they are, and the more they can rely on complex fortifications to start fighting with each other.

Third, this is a gamble about morale. As long as they can hold the front line, they can greatly boost our morale and reduce the enemy's morale. "

Mikkel glared at Gratton: "Even if you speak the truth, it can't change the fact that this is letting them die!"

With his thumb, he knew that if these eleven companies were to face more than a hundred rock puppets and tens of thousands of traditional troops, they would be wiped out if they couldn't hold it. Even if they could hold it in the end, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties. .

Graton was silent for a moment, and said with a dark face: "It is a war, and there must always be sacrifices, and for our Silver Moon Kingdom, this is a war of annihilation, and each of us must be prepared to die in battle! "

Mikil's face was a bit unbearable. He knew that what Gratton said might be right, but this was too cruel for those eleven companies with outstanding achievements.

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The sky at night is always so quiet. The soldiers of the Seventh Company, who had worked all day, lay down on the blankets and rested comfortably under the light of the bonfire.

After a life-and-death battle first, and then burying the corpses and cleaning the battlefield, they were exhausted today.

The tired sentry dared not close their eyes, because as long as one of them was not paying attention, their company might be completely wiped out in the night attack.

Company Commander Bram sat in the temporary command post, rethinking the deployment plan with a sad face, but the deputy company commander Quinn suddenly ran in: "Boss, the general command is here!"

Startled, Bram hurriedly put on a military woolen coat and went to greet him, followed by the deputy company commander, Quinn.

Mikil led a team to the Seventh Company's garrison, saw Bram coming to greet him from a distance, and quickly waved with a smile.

Seeing that it was Mikil leading the team, Bram was overjoyed: "Isn't this Brother Mikil, why are you here?"

Looking at this innocent little brother, Mikil smiled sincerely: "The general headquarters sent me to replenish personnel and equipment for the frontline troops, and I will also come to see you, kid."

Bram hurriedly dragged Mikil to the temporary headquarters: "It's windy outside, don't freeze you, let's go inside and talk."

It was said to be a temporary headquarters, but in fact it was a trench pit with relatively complete fortifications. After the two sat down, the deputy company commander Quinn also poured two cups of hot water with a wink.

Looking at Bram, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Mikkel smiled and started the daily life: "How are you doing recently?"

Bram smiled a little shyly: "Thanks to you, everything went well, Grandpa Jack is in good health, brother Eli recently found an accounting job in the capital, and Bessie and I plan to have a baby after the war. "

If it wasn't for Mikil's help back then, he would probably be a poor boy now, and he probably wouldn't have the courage to marry his current wife, and he wouldn't be living such a happy life now.

Mikil nodded, with a sad expression on his face, and sighed: "That's good!"

Seeing that Mikil was depressed, Bram couldn't help asking, "Brother Mikil, what happened?"

Mikil was silent for a moment, then nodded: "The general headquarters has issued an order to let you, a relatively complete company, continue to stick to the first line of defense. I am here this time to replenish your troops and send you some weapons and equipment. "

Bram and the deputy company commander Quinn froze at the same time, and they knew exactly what this meant.

After the silence, Bram arranged for Quinn to receive soldiers and weapons, and then wandered around the position with Mikkel.

Mikil said: "In addition to replenishing the company's establishment this time, I also sent you two heavy machine guns and three mortars, as well as some new weapons, such as large-caliber sniper rifles and wooden handle grenades. The weapon that can cause damage to the rock golem, I hope it can help you, in addition, I also helped you apply for the captain's promotion permit."

After speaking, Mikkil took out the captain's shoulder badge from his clothes and handed it to Bram.

Bram took the epaulettes, looked at the three stars on it, and couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Captain, what's the use of this?"

Even if he is promoted to general at this moment, it will not help Qilian's fate tomorrow. It is better to add more manpower and weapons to him.

Mikil smiled wryly and said: "At least~www.novelbuddy.com~ the monthly salary of the captain is one silver coin more than that of the lieutenant, and the pension is also much higher."

Bram clenched the epaulet tightly, then loosened it weakly, and put it back in his pocket: "Brother Mikil, if I die in battle, can you help me take care of Bessie and my brother?"

Mikil couldn't bear it, and gritted his teeth: "I will! But... why don't I transfer you to the rear, I am the staff officer of the general headquarters, and I still have this power!"

Bram's breathing suddenly became heavy, but looking at the soldiers of the Seventh Company on the ground, he still shook his head stiffly: "I am the commander of the Seventh Company, if I run away before the battle, the morale of the Seventh Company will directly collapse."

As he said that, he showed an ugly smile to Mikil: "Also, you also said that I am now a captain, and my salary is one silver coin more than that of a lieutenant. Even if I die in battle, the pension is enough for my family to live on. Since you are an officer, you must perform your duties as an officer, even if... it means sending us to die!"

Mikil looked at this younger brother who had matured a lot, and was silent for a long time, then patted him on the shoulder with a complex expression: "Although the chances are slim, but...try to live, Bessie and your brother and your brother are still waiting You go back, if you can survive this time, I will directly apply for promotion to major for you."

Bram smiled generously: "Then you have to prepare the major epaulettes for me in advance!"

Mikil's eyes were a little red, he forced a smile, and hugged Bram: "It must be, it's getting late, I have to go to another company."

After finishing speaking, he bid farewell to Bram, and without looking back, he led his men to the other company's camps.

Seeing Mikil's leaving back, Bram smiled and waved goodbye, and murmured in a low voice: "Goodbye...Brother Mikil!"