Success is not the end, failure is not fatal, what really matters is the courage to move forward.
Although the tactics were changed, the generation gap in weapons still caused enormous casualties to the Alliance.
The daily battle reports update the latest battle lines and casualty figures. Faced with the heart-wrenching casualty figures, the alliance's top brass have gone from being in a state of panic and helplessness at the beginning to being as calm as water, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that they are cold-blooded.
Every day, Lin Hai rejected applications from various groups hoping to withdraw his troops to the rear for rest, preferably until the end of the war.
In order to strengthen the will of the front line, as early as three days ago, Lin Hai sent the remaining leaders of the alliance (except Xin Yuetu's seven-year-old son, who had always been with Lin Hai) into the crater, and directly announced the news to the entire continent in the radio broadcast that day.
"Your Majesty, the commander of the southern front wishes to suspend the offensive. He needs some time to collect the bodies of the soldiers, treat the wounded, and replenish supplies."
The telegraph operator read out the carefully written application letter by the commander of the southern front without any emotion. He even skipped a considerable number of words expressing emotion, making this heart-wrenching application letter that made the listeners sad and cry sound like an ordinary email requesting overtime pay - anyway, His Majesty Lin Hai would also reject his request. During this period, His Majesty Lin Hai had not agreed to any application related to "stop" or "retreat".
"Why would you send it to me? Isn't His Majesty Chen Xu on the southern front?"
Lin Hai was a little surprised. Could it be that Chen Xu found it a bit difficult to deal with?
"This is what His Majesty Chen Xu forwarded. He included an explanation."
"What's the explanation?"
"I just have one thing to say: Mr. Lin, this person is a bit difficult to deal with."
"Okay, I'll tell you to remember."
Lin Hai turned around and said while looking at the huge map of the Abyss Battle Line on the wall:
"Order the Southern Front's Armed Forces Commander-in-Chief, Huang Zong, to immediately dismiss the frontline commander, Wu Yongqi, and send him to the Criminal Commando Unit.
Huang Zong was ordered to concurrently serve as the frontline commander of the southern line, and the southern line command headquarters will take command from the front from now on.
The logistics troops on the southern front were ordered to bury the bodies of the fallen soldiers on the spot without evacuation. The wounded were treated on the spot, and the lightly wounded were to return to the combat troops immediately after treatment.
The 7th, 8th and 14th Divisions of the Southern Front Mobilized Forces were ordered to set out to reinforce the front line. Each reinforcement soldier must carry additional supplies, which will be regarded as a supply supplement to the front line.
Order Huang Zong to immediately launch an attack on the enemy in front of him and maintain pressure on the enemy forces on the front line."
After saying that, Lin Hai waved his hand, signaling the telegraph operator to send the message quickly.
The telegraph operator was a little shocked when he saw what he had written down. A dignified front-line commander was instantly thrown from the seemingly safe command post to the doomed criminal assault team in the mouth of His Majesty Lin Hai. It can only be said that if a person wants to move up, he may have to work hard all his life, but if he wants to move down, it is really too easy.
As the losses at the front were so great, most of the officers in the joint meeting of military generals were deployed to the front. Lin Hai refused to stay in the empty shielded meeting room, and instead ran to the telegraph room, which had been expanded several times and equipped with a shielding net, to take command nearby.
To conserve the limited electricity, Lin Hai refused the request to install electric lights in the telegraph room. The primitive electric lights of today weren't much better than candles anyway. But sitting at the end of the large conference table, with only a single candle lit year-round, Lin Hai always made the telegraph operator feel uneasy. Especially when someone walked by, the wind swaying the candlelight, and Lin Hai's shadow flickering across the vast map of the Abyss, always made the telegraph operator feel like he was in one of those ghost stories a storyteller specializes in.
After placing the only candlestick a little further away from him, Lin Hai felt much more at ease. He crossed his arms, supported his chin with the back of his hands, and sat at the conference table, lost in thought.
In reality, Wu Yongqi, the frontline commander on the southern front, wasn't a cowardly general. In fact, most of the fearful generals were now dead, and Lin Hai had forced officers at all levels to strictly enforce the directive, "Let every fearful officer die." Lin Hai even remembered issuing a commendation a few days earlier, commending Wu Yongqi for personally leading his guards to repel the robot soldiers' sudden attack and saving the entire front.
The situation on the southern front must have been very difficult for him to say such things.
But which front is not difficult?
If he agreed to Wu Yongqi's request, what would happen to the other fronts? Every front had its share of distinguished generals and soldiers in urgent need of rest.
Lin Hai actually wanted to slow down, but time was running out. A calendar sat next to him, the one he looked at most often, even more frequently than the battle map behind him.
It is already November 15th of the fifth year of Jianchu, and the first snow of this year just fell a few days ago...it is only a few days away from the last day.
Maybe I am guilty of making these cruel decisions, Lin Hai thought, but no one can judge me unless there really is a hell after death.
"Your Majesty, the quartermaster at the front called."
The telegraph operator had to interrupt the emperor's deep thoughts. After all, the emperor had said that any news sent to this telegraph room must be notified to him immediately. The previous telegraph operator who delayed the emperor's message by half an hour because the emperor fell asleep had been beaten to a pulp at the front line.
"read."
"The frontline quartermaster stated that the new thermite rounds are very effective against robots and the metal barriers they construct, and asked if more of these weapons could be deployed to the front lines."
"Haha, even without him telling me, I know that this type of weapon is very effective against robots."
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