Just as Luo Yuanji angrily led the elders in a charge, Miho Nishizumi offered a suggestion. "Xiyue, pull the conventional troops back. I suspect they're about to lash out like cornered dogs. Even if they aren't, the enemy should have very few mobile units left. Our infantry can disperse into smaller groups and spread out to defend the villages and towns, while the Armored Division conducts guerrilla warfare."
"That way, once the enemy infantry corps enters our territory, we can have the armored units carry the Poison Gas Bombs we prepared in advance and paralyze those puppet infantrymen. Sooner or later, these guerrilla tactics will wipe them all out."
When it came to military matters, Leng Xiyue had always followed Miho Nishizumi's advice without question, so she shouted to those around her, "She's right. Everyone, begin retreating! Unit commanders, disperse your forces and fall back to the villages and towns, or organize defenses in the bunkers to the rear. The decisive battle will take place here. This is no longer a fight you should be involved in!"
Upon receiving the order, everyone sprang into action. Light artillery, machine guns, and the like were loaded straight onto trucks, while the heavy artillery was dismantled, with as many valuable components as possible selected and packed away. After all, they could hardly bombard their own heartland indiscriminately with those heavy guns. They would be of little use in the coming fighting, and hauling them away would be troublesome, so they simply took whatever they could carry. The enemy probably would not seize those larger components with little technological sophistication, and they could come back for them later. Besides, even losing all of them would be nothing worth grieving over.
Soon, the units finished loading their vehicles and withdrew swiftly. Across their vast territory,