The news that the Air Force on the front lines had suffered heavy losses in a Pocket Formation ambush reached Lothair: Xinmen Yake had a large number of machine guns and heavy enemy forces, while the enemy's River Crossing Point lay to the west. From the sky, it was clear they had already left themselves a route to retreat.
Lothair had waged war for many years. He had suffered crushing defeats, but he had also won victories.
He had already figured out a set of rules.
Break the enemy's morale.
Lynn's reputation as a commander was that he liked to suppress the enemy with weapons, backed by well-trained elite soldiers and novel tactics.
At this point, Lothair wasn't particularly concerned about this ambush and defeat. After all, in terms of numbers, their enemy wouldn't come away unscathed either.
As the saying went, Pride Comes Before a Fall.
Lothair still believed the Northern Territory Army was bound to be overconfident.
If their enemy lost a few more battles and they seized enough weapons, they could sustain their war effort with the spoils of war.
To defeat the enemy meant breaking their morale in a head-on fight, but Lothair wasn't entirely a reckless fool.
So, after finishing his drink in the command tent, Lothair said, "Our enemy set things up this way because they probably think losing a few battles is no big deal. They'll only suffer minor losses, after all. That's why they set an ambush at Xinmen Yake."
"Pride Comes Before a Fall. We'll strike while the iron is hot and charge in. Once we've scared the enemy witless, they'll break and rout."
Lothair looked toward the commander of Louis's Army. That man was Jean Charles, Sheffield's former partner.
Charles shook his head. "General Lothair, let me tell you about