Capítulo 2076: Chapter 650: The Wily Envoy (Part 6)
As for single soldier infiltration operations, that was his old line of work on the Southern Front; if the Airforce doesn’t bomb, what else could they do? Besides, his aerial bombs are like oil lons, purely crafted from the Life Spring, and now with the grafting of Green Giants and the Tree of Life, it’s barely possible to ensure regular mass production.
The heavy phantom beast’s group assault completely emulates the advancent tactics of tank and armored troops, and the coordinated air-ground offensive is entirely drawn from the old German blitzkrieg—simply put, from sky to ground, an all-out rush.
Using the magic teleportation array and seven-degree gold rings to massively transfer troops for leapfrog operations, isn’t this just borrowing tactics from the Pacific Islands? They’ve just changed the transport tools, that’s all.
Is this what they call the first general of the modern era?
Old Liu was completely dumbfounded, not even knowing how to set up the currently popular Macedonian phalanx.
Honestly speaking, touching his conscience, his command ability is limited to the pots and pans of the Sumr Palace Guard. If taken away from this small territory, given an army of the sa size, surely even if he wore a dragon robe, he wouldn’t look like the crown prince.
“You belong to the type of commander who knows oneself, and that’s enough! Because you don’t need to know the enemy! How to asure whether a commander is outstanding? Isn’t it mainly about comparing similar troop strengths? Who can counter your Sumr Palace Guard with five thousand troops?” Roml quite agreed with the human perspective: “The Sumr Palace Guard can defeat opponents ten tis its number without needing any tactics! The perfect combination of mobility and firepower equals infinite violence, and that’s the main reason for victory in war! Looking across the Aegean Continent, apart from your Sumr Palace Guard, no one can achieve this! So, you being the first general of the Aegean is indeed well-deserved!”
“The Sumr Palace Guard rely excels in warriors and equipnt… If other armies had such warriors and equipnt… I’m afraid as a commander I’d only be a hindrance…” Liu Zhenhan was flattered to the bone, feigning modesty.
“Victory is victory, defeat is defeat; if excuses were useful, no army in the world would ever lose!” the handso commander sneered: “I even suppose I have five thousand such warriors like you with three disciplines of magic and martial songs, each wearing Ice Throne armor and wielding Frost’s Sorrow, but is that achievable? Or let alone commandable? Not to ntion switching the commander of the Sumr Palace Guard; without you leading, who would submit from those proud soldiers? Besides, the equipnt and selection of the Sumr Palace Guard were all accumulated bit by bit by you, not dropped from the sky, empty talk won’t change that!”
Praised and supported so, old Liu’s toes seed like they were pressing a spring, feeling light all over, even knowing which leg to step with first when walking.
Strolling with Roml beneath the Poseidon Festival, breathing in the bloody scent perating the nostrils, he was not drinking alcohol, yet already seed slightly tipsy.
The “Poseidon Festival” is a specific way for the Sea Clan’s army to showcase martial rit. After a major victory, Sea Clan warriors would tie captives or corpses to trees, surrounded by burning bonfires.
During the last sea-land campaign, the Beamon Aquatic Race had witnessed this victory ceremony multiple tis.
At dusk, seeing the “Poseidon Festival” under the bloody sunset transforms the view into a scene of slaughter in paradise, conveying a cruel beauty mixed with despair.
Every Wisdom Race’s army has its unique grand ways of establishing prestige from victory. This brutal civilization has gradually ford different schools, with the Demon Clan armies liking to hack off countless heads to pile into hills, called “Jingguan” or “Skullhill.” Human armies sotis do the sa, although they have more variations, such as cutting off the enemy’s heads and hanging them on stakes by the roadside, or nailing rows of human crucifixes. Elves are relatively kind-hearted, their traditional way post-great victory is raising war banners, full of family crests of participating officers fluttering like wind chis, rewarding those who clear battlefields may even earn so wine money. Dwarf armies prefer erecting steles as moirs like Elves, yet both rarely have great victories.
Beamon’s traditional prestige ans using rcury to peel the enemy’s skin for making war drums, subtly symbolizing the pride of Bimon Army—that skins from enemies without gigantic stature would naturally be unfit for war drums, implying that victories against short-statured foes aren’t worth the prestige for Bimon Army.
Purely for fun, Liu Zhenhan had ten pine trees dug up and planted outside Witherspoon’s city, following the Sea Clan’s tradition making ten “Poseidon Festivals,” of course, replacing the bodies on trees with Sea Clan and Mulanese.
The skins of Whale Warriors and Deep-Sea Octopus Warriors provided Beamon with hundreds more war drums after the battle, as being brave warriors the human-skin drums now feature delicate tattoos, very beautiful.
This Witherspoon campaign, besides the thirty thousand enemy besieged on the west side mostly fleeing to Sabak, eighty percent of the remaining Haima allied forces were annihilated, and Bimon captured about twenty-seven thousand captives. Apart from over five thousand accompanying craftsn, a few doctors, and more than two thousand black slaves, along with Shele slave archers, the nearly twenty thousand captives were all buried alive.
The Bimon’s losses were also significant, besides the nearly annihilated Temple Knights, over thirty thousand Beamon warriors sacrificed their lives, and nearly one hundred thousand were injured—for a city that originally had only twenty thousand regular troops, even in pursuit battles, such casualties are inevitable for new soldiers.
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