Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 288

288. Chapter 287, Heading West

Yan Fangxu’s words left his political commissar Nelson speechless.

The casualty report is updated every day, and Nelson can see it. In his eyes, those numbers are simply shocking.

The battle loss ratio of the alliance is very good.

When fighting against those mechanical monsters, the soldiers of the alliance can achieve an exchange ratio of one to three or one to four.

But… unfortunately, the alliance only has an army of 250,000 people, which almost gathers all the available forces of the entire alliance. Relatively speaking, their enemies are almost endless.

Although the cyborgs need to be mechanically transformed from the civilians in the west of the continent; mechanical dogs, drones, and unmanned tanks all require industrial capabilities to manufacture. But no matter what the manufacturing process, difficulty, and cycle are, the price of making a machine is obviously there. But every soldier of the alliance needs a mother to be pregnant for ten months, and then grow up for more than ten or twenty years.

This is not something that can be measured from the same perspective.

“We can ask the Imperial Navy for support. The Blade Tiger can use orbital strikes to bomb the enemy’s logistics center, and we can also achieve our goal…”

Nelson was still palely saying some reasons to refute Yan Fangxu’s plan from other aspects.

But in fact, he couldn’t even convince himself completely.

Because he actually agreed with what Yan Fangxu said.

Sure enough, later on, Yan Fangxu just added another reason, and Nelson finally gave up the resistance.

“Bombing alone cannot solve all the problems. The firepower of the Blade Tiger can only cover a limited area. In the logistics hub centered on the ‘Scorpion Tail’ Oasis, our intelligence officers have also reported that all the logistics supply points there are camouflaged and dispersed. The conditions for orbital bombing are very poor. Even if we bomb for a day, we may not get any results. It is not easy for our intelligence officers to survive behind enemy lines. They cannot have the conditions to investigate whether every material distribution center is real or fake. It is already very good if they can circle out the approximate range.”

“Those are not the work of the Imperial Navy or the Alliance Air Force. They can’t do this. Only we can do it. Only our most heroic warriors can use the torrent of steel and surging artillery fire to open a smooth road and walk to the enemy’s face. By then, the logistics supplies of those mechanical monsters, whether they are dispersed or camouflaged, will be exposed in front of us!”

After hearing this, what else can Nelson say?

In the end, he could only sigh and choose to sign his name on Yan Fangxu’s plan in a tragic way.

Then, he went out excitedly to assemble the troops.

Yan Fangxu looked at his back as he left, and smiled helplessly and silently.

He actually knew the morale of the entire army very well.

From generals to officers, to ordinary non-commissioned officers and soldiers, the alliance has fought many wars of all sizes since its establishment, and it can be said that it has won every battle.

Victory nourishes the mentality of the soldiers, allowing them to not fear hardships, firmly believe that their sacrifices are meaningful, and firmly believe that victory will eventually come; but it also raises such a group of “arrogant soldiers and brave generals”. They have been tired of fighting small-scale battles with those mechanical monsters in the past half month.

Although they can always gain an advantage, this is not the kind of certain victory they want.

The most powerful weapons in the hands of the soldiers: steel and discipline, cannot be used to the maximum on such a battlefield.

They can neither drive powerful steel chariots to form a torrent and drown the enemy; nor can they rely on iron-like will and discipline to fight the enemy on a large-scale battlefield and fight at the forefront of the artillery range.

Now, they can only be divided into small groups to fight limited battles with those mechanical monsters. This is the real sense of using flesh and blood to fight against steel.

It is normal to hold back a grudge in your heart.

The soldiers need a chance to attack head-on to vent their pent-up anger.

The army can use it, and there is indeed a strategic need for it, so Yan Fangxu proposed such a big strategy.

He made a report backup of the relevant documents, and then took the Fengshun back to Fuxing City and reported to the Governor at the scheduled time.

Such a big thing, of course, needs to be reported.

Although, when he received the appointment before, Governor Gu clearly stated that he was the highest person in charge of the alliance army on the western front and could command the strategy.

This symbolizes the Governor’s trust, but he can’t really take chicken feathers as a command.

How to fight and specific tactical arrangements, of course, the Governor doesn’t have to worry about these. However, the core issue of “whether to fight” does not allow him to make a decision easily.

He must get clear authorization.

The report in Fuxing City lasted for a full hour and a half. He was still a little nervous when he spoke.

No matter how good his reasons were, it was indeed contrary to the strategy that the Governor had decided at the beginning. He was also worried that the Governor would be unhappy, would not approve it, and would scold him again.

But none of these situations happened.

He didn’t even care about the code name of the operation. He signed the document of “Flash Tail Operation” with a stroke of his pen.

During the whole process, Governor Gu only raised a few questions, then nodded and asked him to go back and arrange the battlefield.

Before he left, he also saw the Governor dragging Thadius, his old partner, into the secret room. It was probably to discuss how to provide logistics support and how to ensure that the materials needed to launch this operation should be accurately supplied.

On the return flight, Yan Fangxu became more determined and felt that the next operation was more certain to win.

…

David Valenzuela is a lieutenant of the 3rd Beast Slaughter Brigade of the Central Army Group and the commander of the 9th Company of the 2nd Regiment.

Three days ago, his unit received an order to participate in an operation codenamed “Flash Tail”.

He thought it was just an ordinary operation at first, but when he and his company got on the vehicle, he found that it was not the case at all.

The entire brigade was assembled!

And it was not just their brigade.

Looking at the many Lion tanks, armored vehicles, and countless truck-drawn artillery advancing on the same avenue, he realized that this “Flash Tail” operation was going to be a big deal!

He was excited. Finally, he could no longer control a defense zone of several kilometers in radius with one company. He had to send out many patrols and respond to the ground patrol support request from the Air Force brothers at any time. In order to avoid being distracted, he could only send out a maximum of one platoon at a time.

In most cases, he would come up empty-handed. In a few cases, he would encounter a small number of enemies and return victorious, but he would also suffer some personnel losses.

The key is that after being tortured like this for more than half a month, his spirit was very tense. He would attack countless times and would lose some people from time to time.

He couldn’t kick those mechanical monsters hard. He couldn’t use the several “big killers” in the company and the support of the artillery brothers in the rear, which made him feel like he had energy but nowhere to use it.

Now, he can finally go out and do a great job!

The first day after departure was relatively calm.

He heard some things from other brother troops who were marching together, and also heard some artillery fire from afar. Even later in the day, their convoy passed through a checkpoint ruin.

This seemed to be the place where the steel monsters set up defenses, but now it has been pierced by the armored troops in front, leaving only a pile of rubble.

The engineers from an unknown division or brigade have cleared the road and continued to work on both sides of the road, as if they were pulling the scrap metal back. It was said that the Alliance’s research institute needed some samples. In addition to making samples, Valenzuan estimated that the rest could be recycled as raw materials.

In general, for his company, the first day’s journey was relatively peaceful, and nothing major happened.

During this day, they basically marched in the car day and night. The soldiers could still take a nap in the car, and the drivers had to take turns driving and drive at night.

Sometimes it was the most comfortable to drive on the main road; sometimes, the main road was heavily congested, so one could only drive to the wasteland below, which was a bit painful. The car would be extremely bumpy, and not only would the speed have to be reduced to a very slow level, but the people sitting on it could not rest at all.

On the second day, exciting things began to happen.

Their company’s convoy was bombarded.

Three shells fell next to their company one after another. Sitting in the co-pilot of the troop transport truck, he saw the shells fall on the front side, and the splashing sand and mud covered the front windshield of the vehicle. The crackling sound accompanied by the arrival of the shock wave almost overturned the vehicle.

But fortunately, the alliance’s troop transport truck has been modified, and it is no longer like the past, with only a shed in the back of the truck bed. Now, at least the top, bottom, left and right are sealed with steel plates. The sand and gravel splashed by the shells did not hurt anyone.

After the bombing, Valenzuan asked the soldiers to get out of the car and hide, and was ready to follow the trajectory of the shells to see what was going on, but soon new news came that their own artillery unit had already hit the opposite side.

So they continued to move forward and engaged in a battle in the evening.

It was not difficult. The other brother units of the 4th Infantry Regiment, to which Valenzuan’s company belonged, had already fought a round, and the artillery brothers of the brigade used thousands of shells to cover their advance.

What they had to do was to keep pushing the line within a hundred meters of the artillery bombardment line, and eliminate the enemies who survived the artillery fire while ensuring the speed of advancement.

This is called infantry-artillery coordination, which is a basic operation in the training subjects of the Alliance Army and is not difficult.

There was nothing difficult about this entire battle. In the eyes of him and his soldiers, this was more like a battlefield cleaning. Most of the work had been done by the artillery brothers.

Returning to the vehicle, they camped in the wilderness.

Today, they finally didn’t have to travel overnight.

On the third day, they finally encountered a significant battle.

At that time, their convoy finally got to the main road. The driver drove comfortably, and the soldiers could finally rest in the car for a while. At the call of the company instructor, everyone even sang military songs in the car.

But while they were singing, the sound of continuous artillery fire falling to the ground came from a place far away in front.

The sound was distorted and sounded like muffled thunder. But the old soldiers who had fought on the battlefield understood that it was the explosion of artillery falling to the ground.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the soldiers in the car suddenly became tense. They stopped singing and beating the beat.

Immediately afterwards, soldiers riding tricycles came towards them, holding a sign in front of the car asking them to stop, and asked them to stop.

The soldier who came up took a look at Valenzuan who was in the passenger seat, and found that he was a lieutenant. He saluted quickly and said, “Hello, Comrade Lieutenant! Ten kilometers ahead, our marching team came under artillery fire! I’m afraid it will soon be unsafe here, and I don’t know if the enemy’s artillery fire will be directed here. Our leader asked me to drive all the way east and notify the troops behind to pay attention to the situation. It would be better for your team to stop quickly, get off the highway, and drive into the desert. It would be better to disperse.”

After speaking, the soldier turned around and was about to leave, but Valenzuan stopped him.

He took out a white cigarette box from his jacket pocket, gave one to the private, and then asked: “Which unit are you from? What happened in the front? Do you have any specific intelligence to share?”

The private took the cigarette, hesitated, and said: “I’m from the 3rd Battalion of the Xifeng Brigade. I heard that there was an enemy blocking unit that broke through the blockade of the 47th Brigade in the south and slipped to the vicinity of the avenue. There were also self-propelled artillery, which caught us off guard. Our leaders are already arranging defenses and counterattacks, and asked me to hurry over to the back to notify the brother units to disperse and hide carefully.”

Seeing that the lieutenant in the car in front of him wanted to ask more questions, the private waved his hand and said, “Don’t ask anymore, there are still many people to notify in the back, I have to hurry.”

“Go ahead.”

The private got back on his three-wheeled motorcycle and continued to run eastward. The sign hanging on the car was still standing, and the horn was honking non-stop.

Valenzuan retracted his gaze, picked up the walkie-talkie, and shouted twice, and the troops left the main road and drove to the wasteland next to them.

The entire company had a total of more than ten vehicles, and they were indeed dispersed to avoid being bombed later.

At the same time, he also used the walkie-talkie to contact his superiors and ask if there was any specific intelligence.

But before he could ask, his intercom rang first.

The caller was the chief of staff of the regiment, who gave them a task:

“Our marching brigade has come under artillery attack, and the 2nd Battalion of the Quiet Wind Brigade has begun to counterattack. Order your unit to immediately advance 35 kilometers to the southwest and penetrate the rear of the enemy forces. Be sure to block this enemy force and do not let them continue to roam!”

“Received!”

After that, someone repeated the order, hung up the car call, and Valenzuan picked up the walkie-talkie again, switched to the company channel, and shouted: “Brothers! It’s time to do something! We have to go and cut off the retreat of those iron ghosts! 35 kilometers, I want to reach it in two hours! Is there a problem?!”

There was a ghostly howl in the channel!

(End of this chapter)