Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 46 The Trust of the Regiment

It's all over.

Pierre understood this when the first round of the Empire's artillery fire landed its shells in the trenches with unbelievable accuracy.

Their previous successful attack was actually the result of the empire's deliberate act.

The Imperial Army knew their attack plan from the very beginning and withdrew all their troops back to the interior of Mulhouse before the Farlan Army launched the attack.

As for why the shelling only started in the middle of the night...

That must be a typical tactic of trading space for time.

Common, but effective.

But who can have such courage and boldness to dare to propose such a tactic at this time and implement it in the shortest time?
In an east-west communication trench where people can only stand sideways, Pierre, who survived by chance, was holding a pistol engraved with the words M. Champagne. His whole body was shaking, and his remaining strength was not enough to support him to continue standing.

suddenly.

Pierre remembered the reason why Patrick requested to take the initiative to attack.

The guy who won the Blue Star Max Medal a week ago.

Ryan Fleeger.

As the youngest recipient of the Order of the Savior in the Empire, he is the only person on the entire front who has the ability to mobilize the entire army for large-scale tactical and even strategic maneuvers.

The Imperial Army will unconditionally trust the owner of the Savior Medal...

It would only be him.

In the communication trench, Pierre slid down weakly on the muddy ground. He looked at the shells falling like raindrops from the sky, and he already understood the reason why Farlan would fail.

It's not because the empire is too powerful.

Nor was it because Colonel Patrick was too reckless.

It was simply because they launched an attack immediately without having the latest intelligence...

A feeling of powerlessness and helplessness crept over Pierre's body. He held the pistol he borrowed from his friend and wanted to take another look at the scene outside the trench.

But he no longer had the strength to stand up.

Ten seconds later.

As a new round of artillery shells landed, a 150mm grenade landed at the very end of the communication trench, blowing Pierre away and completely destroying his remaining consciousness.

The shelling continues.

More than forty machine gun fire points completely blocked all the escape routes of the Farlanes, and the attack of the artillery regiment in the rear was full of momentum to completely annihilate all the invading Farlans.

This is no longer a war.

This is the massacre.

No, it should be called a slaughterhouse.

It is a slaughterhouse built specifically for the Farlan infantry.

The shelling continued all night.

Not until the sun's rays completely illuminated the entire Rhine Valley did Ryan send an order to the rear headquarters through the telephone line to stop the shelling.

But the artillery in the rear seemed to be addicted to fighting. Even though Ryan made several phone calls, and even called the artillery command post directly, he still failed to stop their fire.

By the time the imperial artillery ceased firing, it was already 10 a.m. on August 9th.

At this time, the Vosges Mountains.

Ryan finally breathed a sigh of relief when the artillery no longer fell into the second row of trenches.

The battle that lasted all night kept his nerves in a state of tension. He was just an ordinary person a week ago. Even if he could stay up late, for a soldier on the battlefield, these were two completely different things.

"Captain, rear headquarters is calling." The phone rang quickly, and the signalman took the receiver and came to Ryan's side: "It's Brigadier General Brian."

"Good work."

Ryan simply thanked him, and then he heard Brian's delighted voice coming from the microphone: "Well done, Captain Flig."

"It's all thanks to the good guidance of His Excellency the Brigadier General."

Ryan pretended to be frightened, but his tone was more relaxed than tired.

There is no longer a single living Farlane on the current front. Even if there were any, they would have been buried in the mud rain raised by the artillery bombardment. There is no other possibility.

Moreover, the accuracy of the Empire's artillery fire was so high that it was a bit scary, so Ryan was actually ready to stop the shelling from the rear shortly after it began.

After all, he could use the system's map to confirm how many enemies were still alive on the battlefield - the red dots that were so densely packed that they almost covered the entire battlefield now only had less than a hundred left.

It basically just flashes on and off.

Probably the kind that are about to die.

Soon there was another voice on the other end of the phone. This time it was the lieutenant colonel from the 17th Army who agreed to Ryan's action.

"No need to be modest, Captain Fleagle."

He said, "The Empire is a nation where strength is paramount. Your tactics have truly protected the Empire's territory and severely damaged all the invading Farlan forces. Since the Brigadier General has praised you, then accept it directly!"

"Yes! I'm so sorry!"

Ryan immediately changed his tone, this time very serious.

But he also knew that this was a sign that the Seventh Army had fully recognized his performance.

After one night of fighting, Ryan, the captain who had been airdropped into the Seventh Army, successfully integrated into the Seventh Army's command system. From then on, Ryan could conclude that all the commanders of the Seventh Army would no longer dictate his tactics like they did yesterday morning.

So……

Turning around, Ryan looked at the battlefield below which was shrouded in heat.

"All that's left is to clean up the battlefield."

He couldn't help but say this, but forgot that he didn't hang up the phone.

"No need to trouble you, sir," Brian said immediately on the other end of the line. "Major Hermann of the 17th Army is already selecting personnel and preparing to clear the battlefield. Your Excellency, immediately lead your troops to clear the stronghold and prepare to retreat."

Brian's voice startled Ryan. He immediately realized his mistake, but did not agree to Brian's request.

"No, Your Excellency the Commodore!"

Ryan said in a serious tone: "Please let me lead the team to carry out the task of cleaning up the battlefield."

"Also, the exact location of the machine gun point has not yet been confirmed by the Farlans. We can see from here that their rear troops have stopped assembling!"

This is of course nonsense.

Ryan didn't even look in the direction of Belfort; he looked at the system map.

Belfort, who originally had only about half of their troops left, did not show any signs of reorganizing their forces, but this did not mean that they were not making any moves.

On the contrary, the Farlanes had actually been sending troops forward to observe the situation since last night, but everyone was just watching from afar through binoculars on the Farlan front line, and no one dared to rush forward at all.

The reason was simple - the Empire's bombardment was too fierce and no one wanted to come up and die.

After a while, Brian's voice came on the phone.

"All right, Captain Flig."

He said, "I allow you to lead the team to clean up the battlefield, but you are not allowed to be in the front line, understand?"

"Yes!" Ryan replied immediately.

(End of this chapter)