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From early October to early November, it lasted for a month. Except for the fierce attack on the first day of the conference, the attack was basically light and light at other times.

On this day of cold weather, a large-scale battle finally broke out suddenly in a way that no one expected.

The Shangyang Army suddenly invested 600,000 troops and launched a full-line offensive. It was like igniting an explosion... the medicine bag immediately detonated the battle between the north and the south, leading to a grand battle that would surely decide the outcome.

Everyone admits how beautiful Fu Xiwen's move is, and it cannot be ignored. Shangyang Jun's execution ability is quite outstanding. In just two hours, he completed the transformation from defense to offense.

It was sudden enough and hidden enough. The Northern Tang Army was naturally at a disadvantage.

Since Wang Ce took office and annihilated the Dashi Army, he has successfully changed the offensive and defensive situation of the Northern Tang Army and the Shangyang Army.

During the one-month stalemate, the Northern Tang Army implemented Wang Ce's strategic thinking and maintained an offensive posture. It would not be possible to arrange the frontier defense line at all, nor could it be too careful to arrange the frontier defense line. In fact, the three eastern and western routes of the Northern Tang Army had only one frontier defense line.

When the Shangyang Army invested 600,000 Jimo's troops to launch a full-on attack, the Northern Tang Army was defeated without any suspense.

Before the war, many people believed that Wang Ce became a monk halfway and lacked military literacy. After discovering that the Shangyang Army was attacking the entire line, Wang Ce only said one sentence and ended the controversy.

Wang Ce said: "Send an order and instruct the rear army to prepare to gather the defeated troops." This is what ended all the controversy.

At that time, the generals of Shangyang Army launched a full-line attack. Wang Ce did not even think about it and judged that the front army of the Northern Tang Army would be defeated. He was slightly inferior in military literacy and could not make this judgment.

One controversy ended, but another controversy broke out.

After the generals of various affairs studied the war examples, a controversy was born about whether Wang Ce was a military genius..."

At this moment... Wang Ce really didn't think about whether he was a famous general or a military genius.

If it was another person, even a famous general would probably be defeated. However... Fu Xiwen was unlucky that his opponent was Wang Ce.

The Northern Tang Army will be defeated, but the Battle Spirit Army will not.

The three major war zones in the east and west have two million cannon fodder legions each, and Wang Ce will replenish them every two or three days.

While the front army was defeated, the cannon fodder army launched a terrifying number of sniper wars, successfully forcing the Shangyang army to stop pursuing... to gather the defeated troops for the Northern Tang army... to reassemble and create time and opportunity.

Then… “The first phase of the war between the north and the south ended. It turned into the second phase.

That is, the stalemate stage of war. The situation over the past month... was changed after the meeting, the Shangyang army attacked fiercely, and the Northern Tang army defended.

After the war, generals generally believed that the first stage of the decisive battle between the north and the south was a classic, and the second stage was the most tragic offensive and defensive battle, which was also the most dull stage in the decisive battle.

"Grass!"

Old Yang scolded angrily, not the mind to be nervous and afraid, but in the most flexible way... he led his subordinates to charge continuously: "It's all hell, I won't care about you if the ball is dead."

Countless catapults roared, and hundreds of kilograms of huge stones covered the sky and fell down like rain.

Boom boom boom... This is really afraid that it is like the bombardment of a cannon. The huge rock hits down and rolls on the ground. The explosive impact force hits countless people, either squirting blood or fragile skin.

Papa! This is the sound of countless Shangyang soldiers who could not avoid being hit by a huge rock on the spot.

Bang! A huge jar hit the ground, spilling out tincture oil.

"The bastard of Bei Tang!" Old Yang's face turned pale and he roared: "Run quickly!"

The burning fireballs were mixed with countless huge rocks, and they threw thousands of meters and bombarded them. Huhuhu, in a blink of an eye, countless tincture oil was ignited, and immediately burned into a sea of ​​fire, swallowing up thousands of Shangyang soldiers.

It is not an array battle, not a charge against each other, but the most tragic battle.

What Lao Yang could see was that thousands of comrades on both sides roared like him. He knew that on the front two hundred miles in the middle, at least tens of thousands of comrades charged like him.

The charges were everywhere, from farmlands, from hills, from rocks, from mountains and forests, and the charges were like angry tides.

At this time, no one cares or cares about the battle formation. As long as the craziest and fastest charge is, everyone knows that if they can't rush to the defense line of the Northern Tang Army, it will be a dead end.

This is a charge with advancement but not retreating.

Lao Yang could not lead the fewer subordinates, and while roaring, he tried his best to ask his subordinates to follow. When he rushed to more than a thousand meters, his calves trembled and roared loudly to vent his fear: "Come on, keep up!"

He knew that the most painful and tragic journey was about to begin.

On the defense line of the Northern Tang army, an officer coldly ordered: "Heavy crossbow, archer, prepare!"

"Heavy crossbow, shoot. Archer, shoot!"

It was like a rain of arrows from the top of the head, from the opposite side, and was buzzing like many bees gathered together.

Lao Yang didn't know what a three-dimensional attack was, but he experienced it. He lucky enough to lead even fewer subordinates. He rushed over and shouted, "Open the bag and throw it away!"

While running, he and his subordinates opened the cloth bag and ran along the way, sprinkling a large amount of mud soldiers, covering the tiny oil in the trench on the ground.

"Rockets, volleys." A roar was roaring from the Northern Tang Army's position.

The overwhelming rocket burst out with the power of a heavy crossbow, carrying burning flames, shooting thousands of people and igniting the tincture oil on the ground. It burned suddenly.

This is divided into multiple and specifications from rocket boxes. Some can put 100 arrows at a time, while others can put about twenty arrows at a time. Fortunately, this thing is expensive and not easy to fill. There are not many in any country and it is not taken too seriously.

"Be careful, trenches."

I don’t know who rushed forward and shouted loudly to remind my comrades. Old Yang was shocked and turned around and shouted: “Don’t jump! Don’t go down the trench.”

The subordinates who had little experience in attacking the tough situation forgot and flew into the sky. Hundreds of meters away, the soldiers of the Northern Tang army raised their bows and arrows. When these people fell, they had already turned into corpses.

Several subordinates also forgot and rushed down the trench. However, they found that the trench was covered with sharp objects. After several puffs, these people failed to get up.

A Shangyang Army General Town looked at his subordinates stuttering in pain on the charge road, and slowly knelt in front of the commander on one knee: "General, please dispatch the air attack camp! They are all good, but they really can't hold on."

No one saw the commander clenching his fist, his veins swelled up, and he refused coldly: "No, the commander-in-chief has no order!"

The general town watched his subordinates fall down one by one with tears in tears, and choked for no reason! He turned around and led his personal guards, and charged to the battlefield without thinking.

Suddenly, the positions of the Northern Tang Army burst into a roar and violent aura, and countless dense war spirits jumped out of the positions frantically.

"It's over."

The 20th Legion's commander's face was pale and his eyes were shaking. After a month of fighting, they already knew that Wang Ce didn't care about the losses of these war spirits at all.

These first-level battle spirits are really weak. But there are really many and many.

The commander of the Third and Fourth Legion cried bitterly: "Master, I am begging you, please send out the elite. If you continue to fight like this, the soldiers will all sacrifice. They are not worth it."

Fu Xiwen's skin was pale, as if the disastrous defeat on his face had spread throughout his body. He refused coldly: "No! Without my order, no one is allowed to use elite troops to carry them. Those who violate the order will be killed."

That's all, the heart is just like that.

The commander of the Third Fourth Legion was in tears and begged: "Master, the soldiers fought so badly. From the afternoon to now, 130,000 casualties have been suffered in the middle of our road alone."

Fu Xiwen Jue said coldly: "I have sent a lot of elite troops to carry them. How much do you want? No need to say more."

"Will it snow today and tomorrow?" He did not look back: "Prepare for snow combat uniforms.

Looking up at the sky, he whispered to himself: "It's almost dark. For an hour, hold on for another hour. I hope all sacrifices... are worth it."

No one noticed it, and the corners of Fu Xiwen's eyes were soaked with crystal tears.

Wang Ce stamped Ran and breathed a sigh of relief: "The winter day is too short, how long will it take to get dark?" He really doesn't understand this and common sense.

"At most, the sky will be completely dark." Zhu Xiangru said in a deep voice.

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes and looked at the battle on the front line: "I have a feeling that Fu Xiwen will not calm down." He said in a narrow voice: "The soldiers' anti-freezing problem..."...I don't want to make any mistakes."

The military officer hurriedly wiped his sweat and said, "Master, please rest assured that all anti-freezing military uniforms and equipment... have been sent."

"Has the casualties of both sides been counted and estimated?" Wang Ce did not look back, and the military counselor hurriedly submitted the report.

Wang Ce took a careful look and was surprised: "The casualties of the three groups of Shangyang Army are between 30 and 400,000? How did you calculate it?" This is purely a test experience, and he definitely has no.

Wang Ce also knew that he didn't ask, and he reported his fingers with a bullet. He smiled and said, "Are Fu Xiwen crazy? He was so casualty that he had to fight against me?"

He was proudly in the eyes of others, Jie Shixian couldn't bear to see it anymore, and coughed and reminded: "Master, our army has few casualties, but..." He emphasized in a more intense tone: "Most of the casualties have been transferred to the Zhanling Army."

"Master, you only added the Spirit Army to the middle lane an hour ago. If I did not make any mistakes, the East and West lane would also request a replacement soon."

It was just a cannon fodder army, Wang Ce didn't care too much. Hearing this, he suddenly felt a sudden change in his heart: "No, the three routes combined, and I will add them to the middle route once, which will be eight million."

"Just judged by the cavalry of the last general, the war spirit army has been killed at least five million times today from the time of the cattle to the present." Jie Shixian whispered in a low voice. As soon as he said this, his face gradually changed: "No!"

Wang Ce frowned. The number of casualties in battle was too large. The proportion of casualties in Shangyang Army was twice as high as in the past month.

Something is wrong.

Wang Ce focused his mind, and after a while, his expression suddenly changed: "The cannon fodder legion's efficiency in killing enemies in defensive battles is far lower than that in the tough battle." He was also at this time.

"No. When did he discover this disadvantage, the old fox Fu Xiwen?"

Wang Ce's heart skipped a beat and shouted: "Sand table!"

(To be continued.


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