Chapter 1154： Chaos on the front line

Many officers of the Ailan Hill Empire actually didn't know how to fight, and even some high-ranking officers didn't know how to fight.

In the past, warfare was a mysterious skill that not many people could master. It was not a boast. In fact, commanding war in the past was almost the exclusive skill of nobles.

If you want a qualified general, you basically need to spend your life, use real combat, combined with a large number of ancestral military documents, piled up day after day.

Unfortunately, the generals, officers, and even soldiers of the Ailan Hill Empire did not receive such treatment.

After all, it has only been nine years since the rise of the Ailan Hill Empire until now! In this nine-year period, although Ailan Hill has been fighting, there are not many **** battles in the true sense.

A large number of generals of the Ailan Hill Empire are actually very elegant. They graduated quickly from the military academy, and then were assigned to the army just like a clerical clerk, and worked hard for their wages in their posts.

Some of them face a computer every day, change some data in the above form, and then print it out, submit the report to an officer in another department for signature, and then dispatch an officer from the third department to check it in the barracks. For the remaining materials, check if the quantity can be matched with the account...

This kind of thing could not be called a war ten years ago. Such a person could not be called an officer at that time.

But now, such a person can even carry the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulders. From enlistment to retirement, he may have never even touched a gun once-shooting training is definitely available, but just firing at the enemy, not It's too possible...

This situation in the logistics forces is actually understandable, but the frontline combat troops of the Ailan Hill Empire, in fact, many officers and soldiers are not very good at fighting.

In the era when they joined the army and went to the front line, the war has become another appearance. The battle fought in the Ailan Hill Empire has long been far from the past.

Commanders no longer have to rack their brains to imagine what conspiracy and tricks the enemy will use. The large-scale detours of cavalry and the large-scale transfer of materials will all be cleared by the air reconnaissance of the Ailan Hill Empire and satellite reconnaissance.

For these commanders, the tactics that enemy commanders have racked their brains to come up with are no longer a secret almost the moment they are implemented.

The staff at all levels will clearly analyze the enemy's movement objectives and rely on computers to clearly predict the enemy's most likely tactical arrangements.

Then again? The chief military officer took a lot of documents, photos, and maps that had been touched by countless people, and gave orders to mobilize his own army to launch the most reasonable response.

If this can all be defeated, it would be almost impossible to allow it—not to mention, the front-line combat troops of the Ailan Hill Empire have long since opened a huge gap with their opponents.

It's simply a chasm that can't be caught up! The soldiers of the Ailan Hill Empire are holding automatic weapons in their hands, wearing bulletproof vests and helmets, enjoying the best supplies, and can call for the most powerful fire support.

Even they don't even have to go to the front line to fight in person. UAVs and missiles can destroy the enemy's defense line, making the opponent panic all day long. When the ground troops arrive, they will basically be in a state of being surrendered and traveling.

Therefore, when the battle on the periphery of Werthalens started, the space began to fragment, and the drones suffered serious losses, and most of them lost control, the ground forces of the Ailan Hill Empire were a little at a loss.

A battalion commander couldn't get the battlefield intelligence fed back from the frontline drones, and grabbed the phone with a dumbfounded look, asking his superiors if he wanted to continue the offensive.

His superiors were also extremely depressed, because he couldn't confirm the battlefield environment at all, so he didn't dare to make his troops react excessively. In the end, he could only contact the division and call for useless fire support.

Countless rockets hit the broken walls of the distorted space, and the smoke from the explosion made the entire battlefield look like the end of the world, but there was still no return of useful news.

"Hello? Hello! The two Air Force A-10 fighters have lost contact! I want to know where they crashed! This is a follow-up to the search work! Yes! Right! What's up? You don't know?" A liaison officer In the makeshift tent, he kept roaring at the phone.

On the other side of the phone, the commander of the Air Force was also disgraced: "We have sent two helicopters! The weather is too bad! Our search range is limited!"

"What about the black box? What about the signal?" The liaison officer of the military department in the ground command continued to ask.

"Space magic cut off the signal source, we have lost dozens of drones!" When the commander over there mentioned this, he was even more depressed.

"Who has the battlefield image of the drone?" On the other side, an officer clutched the receiver of the phone and shouted to colleagues in the entire command.

"The drones of the third battalion still have contact, but there is no way to observe the battlefield situation! The drone reconnaissance team of the 2nd battalion on the frontline can't be contacted." An officer was anxiously investigating how many unmanned reconnaissance they had left. The aircraft gave a not very optimistic answer: "We lost half of our drones! Now the entire battlefield intelligence network has collapsed!"

"Get back quickly! Take off the spare drone! General Heidi Cannon is waiting for the intelligence summary!" The crying voice of the officer holding the telephone receiver made the atmosphere in the tent even more anxious.

An officer with the rank of colonel on his shoulders walked over, grabbed the phone receiver in the opponent's hand, and replied in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, there are no more drones in the reconnaissance battalion...Yes! Yes...Currently The battlefield is very chaotic, and we have no way to guarantee the follow-up reconnaissance operations."

"The news from the Air Force. The four fighter planes they took off are overlooking the entire battlefield. The clouds are so dense that you can't see anything." Not far away, an officer raised his arm excitedly, indicating that he has some intelligence here.

The colonel, who was too late to put down the telephone receiver, hurriedly asked: "Can they get closer?"

The officer who raised his arm to report shook his head: "No, the news from the Air Force said that there are still dense clouds at the descending height, and they are taking off a plane carrying a professional reconnaissance pod."

"Let the rocket launcher launch another reconnaissance rocket! Try to see if there is a chance to restore the image signal over the battlefield!" The colonel ordered nervously.

"The Rocket Corps replied that they had just launched a communications reinforcement rocket just a minute ago and crashed on the barrier formed by space magic..." the officer in charge of the contact replied.

"Then let them fire again!" the colonel roared desperately.