Chapter 651 Support from all parties
Because the damage to this strange area is irreparable, in this case, we should try our best to maximize the results of the battle at this moment.
These greenskins charging towards the city walls must be killed without leaving a single one alive.
"adjutant……"
The captain was about to say something, but looking at the scene around him, which had restored some order but was still chaotic, he fell silent.
Maybe his lieutenant had died in the previous chaos, maybe...
"Lord Captain!"
Just when he was feeling inexplicably melancholy, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.
The adjutant ran to the city wall panting, looking very tired.
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When he saw the other person for the first time, the captain frowned instinctively, but when he thought of what happened before, his brows relaxed.
"Commander-in-Chief, I don't know why the brothers suddenly started killing each other. I hid for a long time before I found an opportunity to rush back to find you, but... "
He mumbled a lot of gibberish before the captain understood what had happened.
This adjutant was lucky. He was not a strong man with a strong spirit, but a lucky man with a special physique. He was not affected by the strange field and fell into chaos.
Therefore, he avoided the chaotic scene of slaughter as soon as possible, and then hid all the way, staying away from those chaotic soldiers, and rushed towards the captain's tent.
However, on the way to the camp, they heard from some other lucky people that the captain was rushing here to provide emergency treatment, so they hurried over.
On the way here, he encountered several waves of soldiers in chaos, but he managed to avoid them all.
But when he arrived at the foot of the city wall, he began to have trouble again.
Because some soldiers gathered here and started firing at each other.
And he couldn't attack his own people, so he could only hide behind the shelter and fell into distress.
But before long, the blood-red light column in the sky suddenly collapsed, and the surrounding blood-red illusion quickly disappeared, and the originally chaotic crowd began to restore order.
Seeing this scene, he boldly rushed towards the city wall.
Because he was sure that given his captain's character, he would definitely run to the city wall at the first opportunity.
Is this not?
He actually met him.
"You're here at the right time." After listening to the adjutant's story, the captain immediately reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and without saying a word, he gave the adjutant a task.
"Huh?" The adjutant was slightly stunned when he heard this, and instantly understood what the captain meant, feeling inexplicably helpless.
I just got out of danger, and now I'm being given a mission...
This really means that they won't let go of any labor force at all.
"I have an important task for you now." The captain's expression was as cold as ever. "The soldiers are unable to organize effective combat forces because of what happened just now. I need you to go to the rear to gather the remaining soldiers and have them gather on the city wall immediately to launch a counterattack."
"Also, pass the news to the Steel Dome Imperial Palace immediately, so that His Excellency the Archon can quickly learn about the situation here..."
Although the adjutant who received the task groaned in his heart, years of habit made him instinctively carry out these tasks.
Then he immediately rushed down the city wall and began to organize those soldiers who were still capable of fighting in the rear.
Since some officers reacted to the situation quickly after the chaos, the adjutant did not have to spend much effort to gather most of the soldiers who still had combat power around the venue where the celebration banquet was held.
Glancing at the surrounding scene, the adjutant began to sigh unconsciously.
Because there are too few people, compared to the previous celebration banquet, when people were shoulder to shoulder and almost overlapping, the number of people now is only one-tenth of that time.
That is to say...
This time, the casualty ratio on the southern front was extremely exaggerated.
"Do you still have the strength to fight?"
Taking a deep breath, he shouted loudly.
The soldiers were dressed in rags, with fear and confusion still in their eyes. When they heard the adjutant's shout, they were stunned at first, and then subconsciously tightened their weapons.
After a brief silence, a young soldier raised his head, his voice trembling but firm: "Yes! I can still fight!" His response was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
"Yes, we can still fight!" another soldier echoed, his face stained with fresh blood, but he did not back down.
The adjutant felt a warm current in his heart as he looked at these brave soldiers, but he also knew that they had just experienced such terrible chaos and infighting, and their morale needed to be further boosted.
He took a few steps forward and stood on a makeshift wooden platform, allowing himself to be seen by more soldiers.
"Warriors of Olengard!" The adjutant's voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the field. "We have just experienced a nightmare, a disaster that even we ourselves cannot understand."
"Those greenskins used some evil method to make us kill each other and our comrades fall in our own hands... But now, that evil force has disappeared, and we are still alive!"
"We are the warriors of Olengard. Our duty is to protect this land and our home!"
The soldiers' eyes gradually focused on the adjutant, and the fear in their eyes began to be replaced by anger and fighting spirit.
"Look around us, how many of our brothers who once fought side by side have fallen? Their sacrifice cannot be in vain!" The adjutant's voice was a little choked, but he suppressed his grief and continued.
"Those greenskins thought they could defeat us with such despicable means, but they were wrong! Our Orengard warriors will never be defeated easily! We must avenge our fallen comrades and let the greenskins know what the price of invading us is!"
"Revenge! Revenge!" The soldiers began to shout, and their voices became louder and louder, gathering into a powerful wave.
"Now, we still have a chance!" The adjutant waved his arms and shouted, "We must fight back and wipe out all those greenskins who are still attacking! Let them pay the price for what they have done! We are not weak lambs, we are the Iron Wall of Orengard!"
"Great Wall of Steel! Great Wall of Steel!" The soldiers' shouts were deafening, their morale was completely ignited, and their eyes flashed with determination.
Encouraged by the adjutant, the soldiers took quick action.
Some soldiers rushed to the temporary medical point in the camp to rescue their injured comrades. They carefully helped the wounded up, put them on stretchers, and sent them to the rear for treatment.
"Hold on, brother, we'll get you to treatment soon!" A soldier comforted the wounded while he and his companions quickly carried the stretcher away.
Another group of soldiers, led by officers, quickly ran towards the city wall.
They walked with firm steps and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly.
"Keep up, brothers, let those greenskins taste our power!" An officer shouted loudly, and the soldiers responded in unison, quickening their pace.
The adjutant felt somewhat relieved as he watched the soldiers move in an orderly manner.
He knew that the most important thing at the moment was to let the Steel Dome Palace know the situation here and request more support.
He walked quickly towards the communications tent in the camp, where Olengard's most advanced long-distance communication tools were stored.
After entering the tent, the adjutant quickly turned on the communication equipment, adjusted the frequency, and contacted the Steel Dome Imperial Palace.
"This is the southern front of Orengard, this is the southern front of Orengard, requesting support! Requesting support!" He shouted into the communicator, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.
After a while, a response came from the communicator: "Received. Please report the specific situation on the southern front."
The adjutant took a deep breath and began to report in detail: "We were suddenly attacked by the greenskins. They used an evil secret method to plunge our soldiers into chaos of killing each other. The secret method suddenly failed just now. We are organizing a counterattack, but the casualties are heavy. Request immediate support!"
There was silence for a moment, and then a firm voice came from the other end of the communicator: "The support has been dispatched and is expected to arrive within half a day. Hold the position and hold on!"
The adjutant clenched his fists and responded, "Understood! We will hold our ground and never retreat!" After hanging up the communication, the adjutant walked out of the tent, looked at the busy soldiers on the battlefield and the city walls where battles were taking place in the distance, and secretly vowed in his heart: He must hold on here and wait for support to arrive.
At the same time, inside the Steel Dome Palace, the liaison personnel put down the communicator and immediately began to pass on the situation on the southern front to their superior governors.
When the consuls learned of this, they were furious and immediately issued an order for support and asked the guards of the Steel Dome Palace to participate in the battle.
As orders were sent out from the heart of Orengard, the Steel Dome Palace, to the surrounding areas, many bases where legions were stationed learned of this.
……
On the western front, in the garrison base used to guard against the fairies in the Dream Forest, the commander of the front looked at the news he had just received, his eyes slightly condensed.
"My adjutant, tell me now, how many troops can the entire army on the Western Front gather in the shortest possible time?"
The commander of the Western Front, Dongyu, looked at his adjutant, his voice sounding a little dull and heavy.
"General, the current length of the western front is more than 300 miles. Without affecting the defense capability of the front, the soldiers that can be mobilized..."
After a few breaths, the adjutant immediately gave the answer.
"A total of 170,000 soldiers, 100,000 of whom are in logistics and 70,000 are front-line soldiers."
"Okay, transfer all these 170,000 people to the southern front and make those damn greenskins pay the price!" Dongyu nodded and asked his adjutant to send soldiers to support the southern front without hesitation.
"Yes, General!"
The adjutant immediately saluted, then turned around and ran out the door.
It is still a bit troublesome to coordinate these soldiers and gather them in a short time.
We need to use a communicator to connect the 300-mile-long front and select the elite troops who are good at fighting...
This requires the military orders to be passed down layer by layer. According to preliminary estimates, it will take an hour just to gather this group of people.
It would also take several hours to travel from the Western Front to the Southern Front on the fastest and most advanced steam locomotive.