Looking at the piles of empty oil barrels in the center of the camp.
Yu Feng felt helpless.
Wasn’t it said that the Allies had plenty of resources?
Why aren’t they full?
But there was nothing that could be done. Seeing the only two barrels of oil, Yu Feng ordered each tank crew to check their current fuel levels.
Then he divided the two barrels of oil evenly.
Fortunately, the tanks still had so fuel of their own, otherwise, they would have been stuck by now.
However, even with the two barrels evenly distributed, it could only sustain them a while longer.
Yet, orders from the Supre Leader could not stop.
Although they reported the fuel supply shortage, the orders were clear: continue to advance, break through the United States Army’s lines, and force a crossing of the Maas River.
Helplessness.
The orders from above still had to be executed.
After a brief rest, Yu Feng’s 5th Armored Army Group continued its charge.
But just when the forced march was about to reach the next city.
Artillery sounds ca from the direction of the city, clearly already in battle.
Yu Feng received the news.
The Allies’ paratroopers had already arrived first to reinforce, holding the city a step ahead of them.
And they...
Only four tanks remained in the troop.
The Imperial armored force that once swept through Europe had tanks that were not destroyed in battle but instead ran out of fuel, stopping one by one on the roads behind, waiting for the Imperial reinforcents to take over.
Facing such a situation.
Yu Feng couldn’t possibly launch a strong attack, he could only keep asking his superiors when the supplies would arrive.
...
...
Five days later.
In the broadcast of the Imperial 5th Armored Army Group’s headquarters.
The Imperial Propaganda Minister Goebbels was giving a speech about how the Empire would ultimately achieve victory, and its warriors would march under the Supre Leader’s guidance towards greatness.
Yu Feng in the tent raised his hand and pressed the off button, cutting off the broadcast abruptly.
While the Empire was dreaming of world domination in the broadcast, the promised air-dropped supplies from five days ago still hadn’t arrived.
Yu Feng and other large units nearby were forced to halt their advance.
At this mont.
An officer from the neighboring camp, a colonel, barged into the headquarters.
After entering, he familiarly walked over to the stove to warm his hands.
For so reason, perhaps sensing the imminent demise of the Empire, many felt this winter as particularly cold.
Yu Feng looked up and asked:
"Any latest updates?"
"Still no news on supplies?"
The colonel from next door shook his head:
"No."
Then fell silent.
A mont later.
The middle-aged man’s dry voice sounded:
"Patton’s 3rd Army is pushing in from the south."
"They’ll be here soon."
"The Soviet Union on the Eastern Front has started attacking again, the eastern line retreated dozens of kiloters, almost reaching the Imperial holand."
Resentnt, intense resentnt.
Everyone could hear that kind of resentnt.
Who would have thought.
The Imperial iron torrent that once swept through Europe would now be halted here because of a fuel shortage, while the Allies’ large army was relentlessly arriving.
Even if their combat power wasn’t as strong as the Empire’s.
That almost endless supply was truly enviable.
If only supplies were ample.
They wouldn’t have been stuck here for five days, perhaps they would have already breached the Anglo-Arican Allied Army by now.
But now, everything is over.
Even without saying anything.
Everyone knew, it was unmovable, the remaining ammunition wasn’t even enough to support two full battles, yet the Allies...
Yu Feng sighed and fell silent:
"The timing was missed."
At the outbreak of war.
There were only five divisions of the United States stationed in the Arden Forest here, with a force of rely 80,000.
While the Empire had a 200,000 strong armored force, with sufficient supplies, the 200,000 iron torrent could easily push through.
But for such a large war, at such a critical juncture.
Logistics still couldn’t keep up.
Supplies delayed, leaving half of the 200,000 iron torrent halted in place.
And in these few days.
The Allies had already reacted, showing powerful mobility with their almost limitless resource supply.
In less than five days.
The Anglo-Arican Allied Army along the surrounding front lines had all been summoned over.
Although the native ’Earth’ NPCs didn’t know how many people the opposing side now had.
But with Yu Feng’s ’real-ti map,’ it was clear at a glance.
In just a few days, the number of Allies in the Arden Forest had grown from 80,000 to over 400,000, and surrounding troops were continuously being gathered.
Once all forces were gathered for encirclent, the Allies would have at least 700,000 in the Arden Forest.
Breaking through a line of 700,000 with 200,000 n.
If it were during the Empire’s peak, that would have been easy.
But now...
All armored tanks are paralyzed on the roads.
The so-called armored army turned into ordinary infantry, without the advantage of armor, it’s simply impossible to win.
Yu Feng watched the Anglo-Arican Allied Army troops on the ’real-ti map’ shifting almost every second, feeling a sense of despair; the mobility of the Allies was too strong.
The Imperial offensive had been completely blocked.
And there were still Anglo-Arican Federal forces coming to reinforce.
...
...
Half a month later.
Boom—!
Boom—!
Yu Feng curled up in a shell hole.
The Allies’ artillery bombardnt lasted for over half an hour before it slowly subsided.
And after it stopped.
Yu Feng imdiately organized personnel to retaliate.
Once such saturation bombardnt was sothing exclusive to the Empire, now it had beco the Allies’ thod against Imperial forces.
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