"Blow up the bridge across the river, take away all ammunition and supplies, and shrink the defense line to the south bank of the Yangtze River."
"Give them the northern suburbs of Wu City."
"With the machine guns removed from the front line deployed along the coast, the Prowler tank weighs more than 100 tons and cannot pass through the ice of the Yangtze River. As long as we prevent enemy infantry and light armor from rushing across the Yangtze River to build pontoon bridges, victory will be on our side."
"The Stalker Corps harasses enemy supply lines from the flanks and uses light armor to raid the enemy's rear."
"Focus on attacking air defense targets. Remember to avoid direct firefights with the enemy and retreat immediately if a hit is not successful."
“…”
Although the Northern United Region has powerful air defense forces, air control is ultimately in the hands of the NAC. Even if it is unable to launch air strikes, it can still be done by maintaining a safe distance and conducting high-altitude reconnaissance.
As long as communication is ensured, it is still possible to use the terrain to avoid the main force in the Northern United Command Area.
Take the initiative to retreat and build a net along the river to block the offensive from the joint command area to the city center. At the same time, it will extend the enemy's strategic depth and use guerrillas to harass the rear.
Several orders were issued in succession, and under the command of Han Junhua, the tactics of the Second Division began to change from positional warfare to mobile warfare.
Although the change of command caused some chaos at the beginning of the retreat, Han Junhua still relied on his previous command experience to control the chaos to a minimum.
Seeing the reorganized defense line, even Wang Zhaowu had to admire him. He was indeed an officer before the war. His command was indeed not comparable to that of a wild man like himself.
At the same time, a half-collapsed building was located in the northern suburbs of Wu City.
From the appearance, this place is no different from the ruins scattered across the wasteland. Even if you sweep it with a life detection device, you will not find anything abnormal. However, in fact, this place has been transformed into a temporary headquarters by the Northern United District, and Fang Yuanhong, the commander of the First Army, is personally stationed here.
Ever since the NAC retreat began, Fang Yuanhong had been silent as he stared at the map on the holographic screen. At this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and it soon turned into laughter.
"… interesting."
After laughing enough, that resolute face gradually turned cold, and he shook his head and muttered to himself.
"It seems that this pseudo-regime called NAC is not all idiots. It can correct its strategic mistakes in such a short period of time and boldly implement them... Hiss, could it-"
Could it be a monster created by that project...
But then Fang Yuanhong shook his head and denied his conjecture.
The spiritual political commissar is the secret weapon of Pan-Asian cooperation, not just a piece of shit. And even if pre-war AC officers who had received psychic political commissars were in command, their chances of winning were slim to none.
Want to rely on the Yangtze River to block the armored spearhead of the First Army
"Haha, we can use more than just Prowlers here." Fang Yuanhong shook his head with a smile and turned his attention to the door of the headquarters.
There, stood a dark green figure.
With a body as burly as an orc's and muscles as pulsating as marble blocks, no one can doubt its physique that can fight a Deathclaw hand-to-hand. In this ice and snow, it only wore a piece of thin leather armor, and its amber pupils exuded a bloodthirsty and fierce light.
It is a mutant and belongs to a certain tribe of mutants that migrated north from Wanghai City.
In order to win, the Northern United District does not mind coming together with anyone.
Even if they are not human at all.
…
Outside the Fishbone Base, a unique car parked at the gate of the base.
The car door opened, and a middle-aged man, his driver and two bodyguards got out of the car. The four people raised their hands above their heads to indicate that there was no hostility. The two NAC sentries at the door stepped forward, took away their weapons and Yajing, and then took them into the base.
In the reception room on the outer floor of the base, Jiang Chen met the middle-aged man.
"Hello, dear NAC Marshal, my name is Lu Minghui, the bishop of the Dusk Church branch. Here, on behalf of all the members of the Shangjing Diocese of Dusk Church, I would like to offer you the highest respect." Maintaining the highest degree of humility, Lu Minghui bowed to Jiang Chen and said .
The Twilight Church first originated in Lanzhou. However, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. After losing the battle in the Northern United Region, the Dusk Church had no choice but to migrate. Some of them headed east, while others went down the Han River.
Religion is such a troublesome thing. The more suffering they experience, the more blind their followers become, and the more abundant their followers become. On this migration road, although few people accompanied the paranoid and arrogant man to the end, they left many "tinders" along the way.
One of the branches that has grown stronger is the Shangjing City branch. The group of people who had not migrated along the Han River used the underground rail transit line and arrived in Shangjing City after many twists and turns, and in a big city that is not inferior to Wanghai City Taking root.
Two years ago, Jiang Chen "accidentally" stabbed a hole in their then leader Boyu's sword. Since then, the Twilight Church's power in the south has declined sharply, and it has completely lost control in Suzhou, Hangzhou and even the surrounding areas. right.
However, this did not affect the relationship between NAC and Shangjing Dusk Church. Although diplomatic dialogue is almost zero, there has been a certain degree of trade exchanges between the two sides.
It was precisely because of this that Jiang Chen did not kick out the guy who claimed to be the bishop of the Twilight Church branch.
"Welcome, Mr. Lu Minghui from Shangjing City." Jiang Chen invited him to take a seat and ordered the waiter to make two cups of fine black tea from Sri Lanka for the two of them.
As soon as his mouth touched the edge of the tea cup, a trace of surprise flashed in the bishop's eyes. He had not tasted such a heart-warming aroma and pure taste for more than twenty years. And the reason why I can react now is entirely because of the remaining nostalgia in my heart for the life before the war.
"Good tea... may I ask, where did you get it from?"
"Sri Lanka Island in the Pan-Asian Indian Region," Jiang Chen said with a smile, "You should have heard that we have occupied Yizhou Island and opened up the trade route to the south. If you are interested, I can give you some."
Half of these are nonsense. This so-called Sri Lankan black tea is just a gift from a business partner in this world. He still has a lot of luxury goods like this in his inventory. However, it is impossible for Mr. Lu Minghui to go to distant India to conduct research anyway. He does not mind using this "imported product" to increase his own bargaining chip.
Being able to trade with distant survivor forces is itself a symbol of strength.
Sure enough, after seeing Jiang Chen's generosity, Lu Minghui obviously restrained the contempt and hesitation hidden behind the politeness, and switched to a more cautious attitude.
"Grateful!"
Bowing to thank him, Lu Minghui accepted Jiang Chen's gift without ceremony.
"Let's end the pleasantries here. You should know very well that we are at war with the United Unified District. If you are not here to watch the excitement, you should be planning to discuss some interesting issues with us. Am I right?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Indeed, we have very important matters to discuss with you," Lu Minghui nodded slightly and continued, "But before that, I would like to ask Mr. Marshal a question. Have you heard a word?"
"What word?" Jiang Chen asked with a frown.
"Sacred Shield System."
Staring into Jiang Chen's eyes, the leader said seriously. (.)