"Your Excellency, just tell us how we want to fight! I just want to end this war as soon as possible and go home. This place is so cold that it is so cold that it is not pleasant at all." A black officer said loudly. Like a man-bear. He is very ferocious on the battlefield, and when he is ready to kill, occasionally even friendly troops will be attacked by him. Therefore, this guy has received a lot of punishment, even if he has a good record, he is still nothing more than a sergeant chief.
Originally, the Master Chief did not have the authority to participate in a combat meeting of this level. However, considering that the guy nicknamed Violent Bear has an outstanding record, Tilt was allowed to participate. Violent bear likes the battlefield, but he doesn't like the cold place. The perennial frozen state of the western tundra is driving him crazy.
"Storm Bear, I heard that you have found a new woman. This is the first time. Those women must not be able to stand your big guy running away." A wretched man laughed. The head, not a single blade of grass grew on the head, only covered with strips of black surgical sutures like centipedes. This guy is an ability user in the perception domain, with a particularly developed brain, which has evolved to a level that is one-third larger than that of an ordinary person.
Few people in the army probably remember his name, only know that his nickname is "Doctor". The doctor thinks he is the best at understanding people's psychology, and prefers to use the ability of the perception domain to lure the opponent into the abyss of death on the battlefield. Whether enemy or friendly, not many people would like this perverted guy.
Violent Bear was no exception, he frowned and said, "Shut up doctor, every time I see you, I'd rather face a pile of shit!"
"Hehehe, do you know Violent Bear? When human beings are always afraid of something, they like to hide their fear with hatred." The doctor said lightly, he took out an unknown type of bug from his pocket, and put it in the Mouth chewing up. Immediately, the grey-yellow gravy flowed from his mouth, which looked horrible and disgusting.
Violent Bear stood up fiercely, and said calmly: "Doctor, you want to make multiple holes in your head, right? In that case, I don't mind helping you!"
"Enough!" Tyler said with a smile.
God of War didn't even get angry, but whether it was the bear, the doctor, or other weird guys, he had to restrain his temper. Anyone who is familiar with Tire knows that the gentler he is, the more he wants to kill someone at this moment. The members of Golden Tomahawk all know that their leader always smiles on the battlefield of fire and blood, and kills every enemy that appears in his sight with a smile!
They didn't want to be Tyr's enemies, so they obediently chose to shut up.
Till patted the tactical board and said, "Gentlemen, I called you here to give advice, not to bicker like children. Look, you have lost your face at the door."
It was only then that the officers of the Golden Tomahawk remembered that they were not the only ones participating in this battle meeting, but also the group of friendly troops who had a loose attitude and no discipline at all.
There were only nine Doomhammer participants in the meeting this time, but everyone was at the eighth level. They're elite in Doomhammer, but elite is relative to performance on the battlefield. In public, they follow the Doomhammer tradition of being loose, proud, and undisciplined. There will be no battle meeting before the battle of Doomhammer. According to the words of their leader Saul, we have only one mission, which is to bring destruction to our opponents, instead of chattering like preachers. Battle meeting? What is that, can I eat it? This legion does not have any tactics at all, but relies more on the flexible interaction between the various groups among the members.
So when they received Tire's invitation, they were more out of respect for the God of War. Among the entire golden battle axes, they could only affirm Tire's strength. But their presence does not mean that they will attend the so-called combat meeting. For these arrogant fellows, the so-called battle council is just a game for the weak.
Tire is undoubtedly a strong man, but his golden battle ax is more like a guard of honor, even for these senior officers who are qualified to attend this meeting.
From the very beginning, the atmosphere in the camp was anything but friendly. It's not that Tyr doesn't know this, it's just that he doesn't mind.
On the plasma electronic board, Tyr clapped his hands in the direction of the Tulash Mountains and said: "Look at this, gentlemen. This is the problem we encountered this time. This mountain has become a natural barrier for Green City. Behind it is the plain area of Yimapingchuan. Due to the existence of this mountain range, our chariots cannot climb over. To quickly reach the other side of the mountain, we can only march on foot. So this is the problem, if we march on foot, we can reach it quickly Plains, and launch a quick attack on Green City. However, in this way, without the support of heavy firepower, our firepower may appear weak. And it will take a lot of time to attack in a roundabout way around mountains with chariots What do you guys think about this matter?"
A hand was raised, attracting Tyre's attention. With his help, Ren stood up. For the officer who brought back the news of zero mutiny, Tire had awarded him first-class merit and added an extra medal to his uniform. This once made the other senior officers of the Golden Tomahawk feel jealous. Now that he stood up to speak, all the officers except for the bear and the doctor exchanged winks.
Ren didn't know much, stood up and said frankly: "My lord, I suggest riding lightly and riding over the mountains on foot. During the time I was in contact with the Gignians, according to my observations, they did not have the advantage of heavy firepower." .But their soldiers are not weak, and the combination of arms is reasonable. They can meet the needs of most battlefields through flexible combinations. What's more, this is their territory. I suggest that our army must be merciless in a thunderous manner. blows, but not to give them time to react, otherwise we will be very passive."
"Passive?" An officer laughed, and said, "I don't agree with Rennes Centurion's statement. There is no doubt that the Centurion is a brave and skilled general, but with all due respect, the Centurion lacks the ability to respond The command experience and control of a large-scale war. When commanding a war, every commander tries his best to give full play to the advantages of our army and avoid factors that are unfavorable to his own side. Excuse me, the centurion commander, our army is currently the largest What is the advantage? Colleagues present here should be quite clear about this question. That’s right, it is tanks. We have a mobile force that is unmatched by foreigners in the west. With the cooperation of various types of tanks, we can achieve the tactical goal of suppressing positions ...and now the centurion wants us to give up these advantages, just to buy some dispensable time?"
"That's right, so what if we leave time for the aliens to react? As long as we have the heavy firepower, we can use the chariot formation to achieve a scorched-earth strategy against the enemy. In the end, those aliens will find that they have no way to attack the enemy." There is no way to escape. On the contrary, if the centurion gave up the chariot and only relied on the meager firepower in the hands of the soldiers to fight this battle, as long as there is a mistake in one link, according to what you said, the Grignians can completely use the flexible arms Matching and matching with their familiar terrain to disintegrate our battle formation. At that time, is that really passive?"
These high-ranking officers refuted Wren's proposal in an understatement. On the other side of Doomhammer, there was no movement at all, but there were undisguised smiles on the faces of several officers, obviously watching the joke about the golden battle axe.
Ren's face was even more ashen. If he compared his combat power, he was confident that he would not lose to any of these officers. But they were right, Renn was better at infiltrating and raiding battles, rather than the battlefield where the two armies confronted each other, so they were criticized as having no power to fight back.
Till saw it in his eyes, and coughed dryly at the right time: "Your proposals are all very constructive, but no matter what kind of tactics you use, there are certain flaws. For this reason, I think, maybe we can use a two-pronged approach."
"I and a group of excellent fighters formed a commando team to climb over this mountain range on foot and attack the enemy in the shortest possible time. This can not only carry out a quick strike, but also play a role in attracting firepower. At this time, other People drove the chariot around the mountains and launched a heavy fire attack on our enemy from another direction, in order to disintegrate their defense line in the shortest possible time. I don't think you have any objections to this, do you?"
"My lord!" Violent Bear stood up and said, "I have no objection, as long as you bring me by your side, I will smash the faces of those aliens as soon as possible!"
Till waved his hand, beckoning him to sit down, and said: "As for the candidates for the commando team, of course we need excellent fighters like Violent Bear. But I would like to invite colleagues from Doomhammer to participate. For you, this is exactly Isn't the battlefield Doomhammer good at?"
The Doomhammer officers, who were still looking at jokes, all suppressed their smiles and looked solemn after hearing what Tyre said. They knew exactly what commando meant, and that meant going head-on with the Grignians. And fighting without the support of heavy firepower will cost many people. If all of this was proposed by Saul, there would be no problem, but the problem now is that the person who made this suggestion, or the order, was Tyre.
An officer in Doomhammer said indifferently: "If Lord Tyr personally participates in this operation, then we naturally have no right to refuse, don't we?"
Till smiled: "Of course I will participate. I am not a commander who lets soldiers charge at the front and drinks coffee in the safe rear."
"Then we won't have any problems." Several Doomhammer officers smiled at each other and said.
So the general direction of the strategy was decided.
Tomorrow morning, Tyr will lead the Doomhammer over Mount Tulash to attack the Green City on foot. At this time, the Golden Tomahawk will drive a chariot around the mountains and attack Gignia from another direction. . It's just that the two waves of offensives are different, so the pressure on the commandos will be very high. If Tyr hadn't personally participated in this operation, even though he was currently the supreme commander of the two legions, Doomhammer could still refuse or modify the order through various means.
However, there is a provision in Asgard's army rules that clearly states that if the commander personally participates in military operations, the subordinate members must obey unconditionally. That's why Doomhammer officers asked Tyre such a question. If Tyre personally participated in this commando operation, then they had no right to refuse.
That's how things settled down. Till was the first to appear at the camp's exit before dawn the next morning. Three minutes before the ordered assembly time, Doomhammer fighters arrived one after another, including nine high-ranking, hundreds of advanced and a large number of low-ranking fighters and servants, a total of more than 2,000 people.
Till looked at the army, and there was no doubt that they had no discipline at all when they were not fighting. But now that the expedition is just around the corner, even a servant has a stern light in his eyes. Only those warriors who come out of the corpses can have such eyes, and this time, Tyr will lead them to true destruction.
He who once sneaked into the green capital Gogonia with Betsy and others knows better than anyone else that Gognia people are definitely not like what Ryan said, they only have two types of arms, murloc swordsmen and long-range support soldiers. They also have Power Armor units for heavy ground fire roles, elusive Scout units, and the most destructive Wraith units!
As long as the Green City dispatches these troops and cooperates with other defense methods, the people like Doomhammer will never return. But what did it matter, Tyre thought cheerfully, these people were meant to send them to hell to be with Sol in the first place.
You would be very angry, my dear brother, if you knew that I would do this to the legion you left behind. But on the land of the western tundra, all I need is my own army and that's enough.
When the first ray of light appeared in the eastern sky, Tyre said lightly, "Let's go!"
So the army started to move out, and Tier took the lead, leading them into the vast mountains and forests, towards the battlefield of death where they were buried!
In the dark world of will, there is a hazy brilliance rising from the deepest part, chasing each other like bubbles flying in the sea and rising towards the sky above the world of will. These are the rays of energy. After they are guided out, according to a certain law, they continuously collide and gather while rising like bubbles. In the process of collision and gathering, fission inevitably occurs between energy and energy. At the moment of fission, the huge force generated makes brilliant fireworks bloom in the dark world of will.
These pyrotechnics fade away, making them difficult to detect. However, at the moment when a ball of fireworks blooms, the flow of time suddenly becomes very slow, so the process of the fireworks blooming and disappearing is slowed down, so that a beam of will cast on it can be observed.
The moment he saw the fireworks, Zero opened his eyes.
He finally felt the existence of nothingness!