In the tent, the generals and warlords around Mod Amon had a fierce argument.
Half an hour ago, they received a report about the Blackwater Legion attacking the Xinlai area. This incident made many warlords worried, fearing that they would lose the Allied Forces' base camp.
Mod Amon sat at the head of the group, frowning and saying nothing.
The officers in front of him were sitting together, arguing with each other, and no one was willing to give in.
Some people suggested that since we have arrived in Guarda City, we should continue the attack and take down this important border town as quickly as possible! Once Santos' government is defeated, the enemy's offensive will surely collapse!
But some people were more pessimistic, and they believed that they should immediately return to the Xinlai area to provide assistance. Their own troops were simply unable to stop the old Mexican government troops, coupled with the encirclement and suppression of the Western Expedition Corps.
Only if the base camp is preserved can they have the subsequent combat power and survive.
In addition to them, there was a third voice at the scene. Some generals believed that they should stay where they were and hold out, resisting the encirclement of 200,000 or 300,000 people and waiting for the rebels to enter Gwadar City.
The quarrel became more and more intense, and it even escalated to the stage of cursing. All Mod Amon could hear were words like "whore" and "idiot".
Mod Amon thought for a long time, and finally couldn't sit still any longer. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Okay, shut up!"
The scene was still in chaos, with everyone mocking each other's parents and ancestors.
Mod Amon calmly pulled the pistol from the guard's waist, pointed it at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger.
“Bang!”
Two gunshots were heard, and the people around who were arguing stopped and looked at him.
After everyone quieted down, Mod Amon slowly said, "So far, they haven't launched an attack on us, and not a single shell has landed on our heads. Why are you so panicked?! Like a group of ants!"
Palu looked at Mod Amon and asked directly: "Commander-in-Chief, do you have any ideas?"
"Yes." Mod Amon nodded and continued, "My decision is to stay where we are and continue to defend."
There was an uproar at the scene, and many people shook their heads.
Mod Amon said sternly: "Silence! Listen to me!"
Everyone gradually quieted down, and Mod Amon continued, "Everyone, we now have a 100,000-man army in our hands. You should all be aware of its combat power. Now, we can either choose to attack Guarda City, but there are still 20,000 to 30,000 defenders there, as well as complete defense measures. Once we are held back by them, we can neither withdraw nor get in. I personally think that we cannot occupy Guarda in a short period of time. Even if we really get in, we can only occupy their forward military bases, and we may not be able to capture Santos alive. After all, he is not a fool. When our shells bombard Guarda City, he will escape by helicopter."
After hearing these words, the room became even quieter.
Mod Amon glanced at these people, then looked at Palu, and spoke again: "So, is it feasible to go back to Xinlai to provide support? Of course not! Because we need at least ten hours of marching time. Simply put, if we stay here to defend, we will be like a fist! But if we go back to Xinlai to provide support, our 100,000-man army will be stretched into a thin line on the long marching route! They will be scattered! And the enemy's troops can attack this pitiful thin line countless times! Once our troops are cut off, the corps will immediately collapse, and then no one will be able to save us from defeat!"
Palu wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and sat back down.
Mod Amon paused and continued, "This road is too long, so we won't go back. At present, there is only one way to turn defeat into victory, and that is to hold on! We have 100,000 people stationed here, fighting to the death, and they can't eat us in a short time! If their 300,000 main forces all return to defend us, the rebels will push inland with great momentum and form a situation of encircling us from both inside and outside! And Santos' 300,000 troops will be buried on the border of Guarda City! Everyone, I have been a soldier for half my life, please trust my judgment!"
Everyone's emotions gradually calmed down and they agreed with Mod Amon's words.
After all, this old warlord got his start through war, so his command ability was not a problem. He had been fighting all his life, so he could be considered a practical general.
Therefore, there was no problem with his judgment and thinking at this moment.
At this point, the Western Military Alliance headed by Mod Amon began to hold their ground, preparing to engage the enemy!
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At the same time, Wang Dingyuan connected the entire army including Zhao Weihu's Renmin Army, his own Western Expedition Corps, and the entire army through the command system within the Laomo government army base, and delivered an impassioned speech to all.
"Hello everyone, I am Wang Dingyuan, the commander-in-chief of the Western Expedition Corps! At the same time, I am also the commander-in-chief of this battle! On behalf of the official military government of Lao Mo, the Longcheng Renmin Army Corps, and the Western Expedition Corps, I now inform you that starting immediately, all troops at the battalion level do not need to accept your superiors' command, but you need to report your combat intentions and then attack the enemy on your own! During this period, if anyone can kill the enemy's commander at the regiment level or above, they will get the most direct reward and commendation! At the same time, if any unit can chop off Mod Amon's head, they will be promoted five levels directly! If they can capture other warlord generals of Mod Amon's command, they will be promoted four levels! If there are other major meritorious performances, after being pacified by the general headquarters, they will also give convincing promotions and rewards, and they will never break their promises! Any unit, any armed force, can do this! Comrades, within two days, we will end the war in Guada City! Let these hundreds of thousands of rebels who rushed into the inland of Lao Mo be scattered into the sea! ”
All the soldiers on the battlefield heard Wang Dingyuan's voice, and they were talking about it and were extremely excited.
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On the blocking line of Hualei Town.
In one of the trenches, a young man wearing the battalion commander's armband was lying in the trench. He took off the metal wine bottle hanging on his waist and took a big gulp of it.
The young man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, very young, with a sparkle in his eyes.
There were sounds of artillery and gunfire in the distance, and the enemy was still advancing slowly.
At this moment, the deputy battalion commander came running over, kicked the young man on the butt, and whispered, "Xiao Xing, stop drinking! The battle ahead is over, we have to retreat!"
Xiao Xing took another sip, turned around and asked, "Old Qian, did you hear the whole army's speech just now?"
Deputy Battalion Commander Lao Qian nodded and said, "I heard it. What's the matter?"
Xiao Xing smiled and said, "Don't you think this order is interesting?"
Lao Qian smelled a familiar smell and couldn't help but look at him warily: "You want to fuck chicken feathers?"
Xiao Xing immediately said, "Commander Wang just said that any team can leave their position and attack the enemy! There is no point in us staying here to fight. It's just a blocking battle and we're always retreating. Let's go and make some money!"
Lao Qian paused, bent down and lay in the trench, snatched the wine jug, and became interested: "Tell me, where are we going?"
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There's another chapter around nine!