Chapter 132 The situation Yan Jun is in urgent need of manpower.
As expected, the person who entered the door was the female magician who had recently left the house of the person in charge of the airship.
I saw that she seemed to have washed herself carefully, and her whole body was brand new from top to bottom. Even her magic robe was replaced with a pure white one. The material looked soft, smooth and very high-end.
As soon as she entered the door, she seemed to have been prepared and went straight to Wang Wen and the others.
Seeing several people standing in the teleportation array, she stepped in.
Wang Wen was stunned. "What are you doing?"
The female magician said, "I want to go to the front line, and so do you? The teleportation array can teleport ten people in one trip, so don't waste it."
Wang Wen poked her shoulder. "Waste is also our own business. Did you say we would come with you? We are very busy going to the front line and have no time to take care of you!"
The female magician took out a money bag and "smashed it" into Wang Wen's hand, and said calmly, "It's not for nothing. I know the front line very well and don't need you to take care of it. Once the teleportation array comes out, we will have nothing to do with each other."
Wang Wen weighed the purse expressionlessly and handed it to Zhu Xingguo behind him.
Zhu Xingguo Open it up and see that there is a bright golden color inside. At a rough calculation, there are almost hundreds of gold coins.
He wrote 100 in his master's hand with a startling tone.
Wang Wen smiled calmly and said to the female magician, "We are all members of the association, so naturally we have to help and take care of each other when we go out. Why don't we sit in the teleportation array together? Come on, let's make a room for the rich and great Miss Dilu."
Mo Ran glanced at Wang Wen with disdain, but moved his feet the most among all the people, and almost retreated outside the teleportation array. He didn't give up until the magician who controlled the teleportation array kindly reminded him to stay closer to the center, otherwise there might be a few parts missing at the end of the teleportation.
Wait until the light of the magic crystal flows into the teleportation array like water with the magician's movements, lighting up every path.
The light lit up, wrapping everyone in the formation and disappearing together.
front line.
General Headquarters.
The head coach of the Continental Alliance Army in golden armor frowned as he looked at the sand table that almost occupied the entire room.
Several adjutants sorted out their respective documents and passed them to the coach.
After the golden-armored coach read the document, the gap between his brows became a little deeper.
He thought for a while, then asked for help from a man who had been sitting on a chair with his eyes closed and meditative by the wall. He was a little thin but had three-dimensional and handsome facial features. "Please help me Hawk-Eye again, just in a small area."
The man who had closed his eyes to meditate opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and somewhat compassionate. He lifted the long wooden stick lying horizontally from his arms with his right hand, and tapped the tip of the stick towards the sand table.
A white light covered the entire sand surface, and the center of the light gradually became clearer, as if a camera was recording the entire battlefield from the air.
In the picture, there are several strongholds arranged horizontally at the bottom. In front of the strongholds, there are a large number of people bustling in formations. Some lineups are neat and orderly with uniform colors, and some are crooked and colorful.
Different formations formed a continuous line with each other's horns, trying hard to resist the overwhelming crimson "tide" coming from the front.
If you look carefully, the "tide" is actually made up of various weird and half-human creatures.
Those creatures seemed to have no brains.
Get excited when you see blood, and eat when you catch the enemy.
Sometimes if you can't catch the enemy, you will stuff your own people into your mouth if you catch them.
The coach stared at the screen as if to see every detail clearly, until the white light on the sand table disappeared. He immediately turned to his adjutant and ordered, "The orc army has charged too deep. Let them retreat at least one thousand meters."
Then he turned to another adjutant and said, "Speed up the progress of the trap in the west. The outer defense circle will soon be unable to withstand it. We urgently need to consume a large number of enemies."
The adjutant was about to nod.
The man sitting by the wall suddenly said, "I'll do it."
The coach was slightly startled.
There was a slight hesitation on his face for half a second, but he immediately turned decisive. He gritted his teeth and said, "No, the interval is too short to let the enemy see your decline. Over there, let them... use their lives to fill it."
At the end of the day.
There was silence in the room.
Except for the adjutant who took the order to go out, everyone's eyes were a little red.
In particular, the coach's expression was the most serious.
He knew very well that with this order, how many brave and fearless warriors would die bravely.
But he couldn't help it.
In this battle, as long as the man beside the wall doesn't fall, there is still hope for everything.
There was a knock on the door and someone came in with the latest battle report.
An adjutant took the battle report and looked through it. He couldn't help but close his eyes as if they were being stung. After calming down for a while, he passed the battle report to the coach and said softly, "The night elves have fought to the last hundred people. The queen has left the base camp and led her trusted guards to play in person."
The coach pursed his lips and picked up the game report.
Put it down again.
His hands were shaking a little. In order not to be too obvious, he chose not to read the battle report. He looked down at the sand table and asked, "What is the Queen's instruction?"
The adjutant shook his head and said softly, "I just said to His Majesty before leaving, God bless the mainland."
The coach closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The man beside the wall stood up and said resolutely, "We cannot exterminate the clan. I will bring the night elves back."
"No." The coach opened his eyes and looked deeply at the man. "There are no more rotating troops. The night elves are powerful. The terrain they are defending is not bad. They can resist for at least a few days if they stay on the battlefield. If they are withdrawn, the stronghold will be empty, and the enemy will drive straight in to cut off the entire flanking force."
The man shook his head. "Then let me fill the vacancy of the night elf."
"You still don't understand!" The coach seemed a little angry. "You have to make sure that every move you make has the power of thunder and creates enough deterrence. Once it is clear that it is a war of attrition, the enemy will be very happy to send all the cannon fodder to you and beg you to kill him."
"Are you just watching the night elves being exterminated?" The man did not compromise this time and calmly looked directly into the eyes of the coach.
"Of course not!" The coach pointed decisively to the west of the sand table, with a light of hope on his face. "As long as the trap is effective, we will have enough manpower to support the flanking night elves."
"How long will it take for the trap to take effect?" the man asked.
The commander turned to look at the other lieutenants.
Several adjutants looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to say anything.
Seeing this scene, the coach knocked on the table and asked in a deep voice, "What about you, how long will it take?"
Several adjutants were quietly pushing and shoving.
Finally, one person couldn't help but replied, "At least, it will take five days."
The coach's face turned ashen.
But there is nothing you can do.
The man by the wall said sadly, "Five days later, the night elves have already died! I have made up my mind and you don't need to persuade me anymore."
After saying that, he picked up his long stick and walked towards the door.
The coach at the sand table watched the man leave, opening his mouth several times but unable to make a sound.
He knew that the other party would not be as ruthless as him.
The trap is just a rhetoric. In his opinion, the annihilation of the night elves is doomed. Even if the trap takes effect, the freed manpower will only be sent to more Yan Jun main battlefields.
As for those on the flanks, let's wait until everyone is really dead...
These military arrangements cannot be talked about casually. Once leaked, it will cause a huge blow to morale.
So he couldn't stop the man.
The reason why the opponent has become the spiritual pillar of the current continental coalition is because of his compassionate character. If he is blocked, he will lose his role in the war situation.
However, if the opponent enters the scene, the situation will quickly deteriorate, right?
The coach's brows were furrowed enough to kill a cockroach.
She watched helplessly as the man opened the door, then froze on the spot, with anger and surprise in his voice. "Why are you here?"