"Oh? So you've detected that the Yan Kingdom people are already on their way?"

At the Heinrich Air Force Base, in Brewster's study, Zoyer, who had just returned to the base in the evening, was reporting military intelligence to Brewster.

“Yes, sir. I left scouts on the way back, and they have already discovered that the Yan Kingdom's scouts are scouting the route,” Zoe said, rubbing his somewhat stiff face.

"Can you find out how many of them there are?" Brewster asked casually, picking up a bottle of wine from the bookshelf behind him as he sat in his chair.

"I'm afraid that won't work. The Yan people are also spying on our troops. As per your orders, our troops have now withdrawn to the three lines of defense of the military base."

"Since we are going to fight a positional war, sending troops out to scout will not only make it difficult to obtain effective information, but may even lead to them being captured by the enemy and interrogated to obtain intelligence about our side."

“Shortly after discovering the Yan people, I had all the scouts return,” Zoe said in a deep voice.

Brewster poured two glasses of wine, picked one up, tapped it on the table, and said:

"That's right. In positional warfare, as the defenders, we really don't need to go out."

"With three lines of defense, eleven divisions, and fourteen fortresses, even if the Yan Kingdom attacks with hundreds of thousands of troops, we have no reason to be afraid."

"If they bring enough troops, it will be a protracted war, but if they bring fewer troops, I think we have a good chance of launching a counterattack."

"And when that time comes, Zoyer, your cavalry division will be the main force in the attack." As he spoke, Brewster raised his glass to Zoyer.

Zoyer picked up another glass of wine from the table and, as he clinked glasses with Brewster, said:

"Sir, to be honest, I actually hope they've sent enough troops this time to wage a protracted war, so we can keep wearing down their forces. The Yan people have only been here for sixteen days, so they can't possibly have sent a million people."

"Considering the Macedonian campaign, I think they probably had 300,000 to 400,000 troops entering the country, but it's unlikely they'll bring all their forces this time."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them drank their wine in one gulp. The spicy wine made Zoye's slightly pale face turn red immediately.

Brewster, however, remained calm, pouring wine while smiling and saying:

"If we think about it optimistically, two hundred thousand people would be pretty good."

"Yes, that's about right, sir. I'm not drinking anymore... my throat feels a little sore." Zoe quickly waved his hand.

Brewster didn't insist. After pouring himself a glass, he said with a serious expression:

"In fact, I'm already thinking about how to deploy troops to recapture those occupied areas after defeating their offensive."

"Huh? Sir, you've already thought that far ahead?" Zoe said with some surprise.

Brewster laughed heartily, then suddenly composed himself and said with a serious expression, "This is part of my plan, but we need to win this battle first."

"The Yan people have defeated our army one after another, and their fighting strength is definitely not weak. This positional battle is by no means easy for us. While we hold this place, I think many people will die."

Zoe nodded solemnly.

Brewster suddenly stood up, walked over to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said coldly:

"For every one of our soldiers who dies, I will make those bastards pay tenfold."

"Let's see if they have the determination to fight me to the very end."

——

"It's definitely not a good fight."

Two days later, in the Yan Army camp, Qin Ze, holding a telescope, looked at the endless cluster of buildings in front of him, which stretched for tens of kilometers in width, and couldn't help but sigh.

That cluster of buildings was our destination: the Heinrich Military Base, which was about twenty kilometers away from our current camp.

Looking at the terrain ahead, Qin Ze frowned more and more. It has to be said that the Goths knew how to choose a location. This huge complex of buildings was located on a high slope, with an extremely dangerous terrain. The towering fortresses were frightening just to look at, not to mention the countless troops hidden inside.

Attacking from below puts them at a disadvantage on the battlefield. In addition, not knowing the number of enemy troops is also a headache. To make matters worse, the military base is backed by the massive Mount Enzos.

Although Qin Ze did not know how the Goths deployed their troops, he was certain that the road to Mount Enzos would be fortified and difficult to pass through.

This reminded him of the battle he fought at Yanluo Mountain last year, only now things had changed. He was now on the offensive, while the Goths held the advantageous terrain, which allowed them to fight against overwhelming odds.

Back then at Yanluo Mountain, the barbarian king and the Jin family jointly used an army of six or seven hundred thousand, but they were all wiped out in the mountains, which shows how great the advantage of the defenders was.

Today, in addition to the Enzos Mountains, he also faces this massive military base in front of them.

Qin Ze shook his head repeatedly, feeling that this battle was indeed extremely difficult and there was no good way to get around it; it seemed that only a direct attack was the only option left.

"Your Majesty, this battle is fraught with peril," Wu Sihai said in a deep voice beside him.

Qin Ze nodded slightly, scratched his head, and said:

"Yes, it's not easy to fight."

"There's no possibility of devising tactics..."

"Forget it, we can only use the simplest and most brutal method: just pile on the troops. If 300,000 isn't enough, then 500,000. If that's still not enough, then increase it to 1 million. Keep increasing it until we have enough."

"Let's see if they have enough troops to replenish their forces in time."

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