Chapter 1675: Chapter 1592: Elves Join the War
But no matter what, the 4th Infantry Division must be saved. Not only is this division the absolute main force of the 4th Group Army, but the port area it is stationed at is a place Moss is unwilling to give up under any circumstances.
Others might not be so determined, but Moss is the commander who cares most about the port area. From the start of the Steel Rampart landing battle, his core tactic has been to apply logistic pressure on the Tang Army, hoping that logistics can overwhelm the invincible Tang Army.
Thus, in Moss’s plan, the port is undoubtedly the key that can determine the outco of this war and must not be handed over to the Tang Army under any circumstances.
“If it doesn’t work, let the 4th Division retreat? Abandon the port, we can also shorten so lines, so this result is still acceptable,” the Chief of Staff suggested his opinion.
Moss waved his hand, rejecting this proposal: “We cannot retreat! Absolutely cannot retreat! Send them to the 4th Division… No matter what, we must hold the port; this plan cannot be changed.”
As the commander, Moss still believes that the Tang Army’s logistical supply is vulnerable, and as long as he can delay their use of the port as much as possible, the Tang Army will inevitably collapse without fighting at so point.
“Yes, General.” The Chief of Staff and others reluctantly agreed.
Having said this, Moss continued to issue orders: “Additionally, send the engineering troops to the water plant to see if they can repair it. If possible, repair the plant quickly.”
“Yes, General.” Several people saluted once again.
Perhaps seeing his subordinates’ dispirited state or maybe wanting to cheer himself up, after issuing a series of orders, Moss asked again: “Is there any… good news?”
He desperately needed good news, or rather, they all needed so good news to keep from losing hope.
The enemy was only a kiloter away, and shells could explode overhead at any mont. In such an environnt, they all needed so good news.
The Chief of Staff racked his brains and finally ntioned so good news: “There’s not no good news—the submarine delivering our secret weapon successfully escaped, and they’ve already sent that mysterious night vision equipnt to the rear… But developing similar devices will take ti, and we probably won’t catch up with the new equipnt delivery to the front line.”
He learned of this news yesterday. Although inaccurate, it was indeed encouraging. The submarine escaped from Eternal Winter Port and headed south, successfully returning to the Dwarf-controlled sea after avoiding the Tang Country’s fleet.
They fulfilled their mission, bringing back the Tang Country’s individual night vision devices, providing the Dwarf technical engineers with valuable samples.
Yet none of the Dwarfs knew they had captured the less advanced second-generation individual night vision system—the Tang Army unit they defeated wasn’t an elite special forces team but a regular action squad.
This unit beca careless during their mission, underestimated the enemy, and advanced recklessly, giving the Dwarfs a chance to counterattack, and their naivety cost them dearly—their own lives.
Regrettably, the Dwarfs obtained the individual night vision device this late, and replication is even farther off. Clearly, these advanced night warfare devices won’t be usable by the Dwarfs in this war.
After a pause, the Chief of Staff ntioned a delayed report of several days: “Second good news, the Elf forces have entered our country, and their air force is already engaging in frontline operations… We can soon organize a large-scale attack.”
Although so doubted the Elves’ participation could change the current situation, Moss still saw it as his last straw of hope.
So he decided to grasp this straw of hope, took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, and said with a sigh: “I hope our perseverance here… is aningful.”
“Hopefully,” the Chief of Staff also nodded.
…
On the highways in the southern part of the Ice Cold Empire, a military force causing local unease was marching slowly. These people were taller than Dwarfs, and their equipnt was completely different from that of the Dwarfs.
All soldiers wore the sturdy M35 Steel Helts, and they carried Mauser 98K rifles, which were sowhat shorter.
Dense infantry lined the road on both sides, surrounding the trucks that moved bumper to bumper, occasionally interspersed with half-track armored vehicles, giving the scene a certain air reminiscent of San Dezi.
The Elf Race’s armored forces were better equipped than the Dwarfs, boasting more than 300 tanks across the armored division, complented by an armored infantry division with four regints, making their progress quite grand.
Watching his troops advancing steadily forward, Commander Vankelus of the Poplar Empire’s 2nd Armored Group Army felt proud. He had been ordered north, reaching deep into the Ice Cold Empire.
Frankly, one command to change direction and sweep across the region could bring a third of the Ice Cold Empire into the Poplar Empire’s territory.
Although he couldn’t act yet, the Dwarfs had already conceded: they opened their borders and promised to cede large territories to the Poplar Empire.
“General… the 4th Air Command is about to pass over, they’ve lowered altitude to salute you!” An liaison officer responsible for coordinating with the Air Force walked up to the jeep Vankelus was in, stood at attention, and reported.
Vankelus casually returned a salute with a leather glove in hand and said with a smile: “Convey my thanks to Marquis Leyen!”
As he spoke, dozens of 104 Fighter Jets roared overhead in formation, indeed lowering altitude, although the 104s couldn’t fly super low and were still at least a thousand ters above ground.
Even so, it was imnsely impressive—the aircraft engines’ roar overwheld the sounds of vehicles and infantry’s clamor from the ground, creating a seismic sound wave echoing across the sky.
Everyone looked up to stare at the show of force above them. At this mont, in the hearts of the Elf warriors, pride surged uncontrollably: they couldn’t fathom who could defeat such a formidable power.
What they didn’t realize was that sothing beyond imagination was passing overhead at an unseen height. Below this thing, a cara was focusing, editing everything it “saw” into data, and sending it thousands of miles away.
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