Tomorrow's Ark is too real

Chapter 849 One thought of heaven, another thought of hell

Once upon a time, Xia Feng had been worrying about one thing. Even if the imperial throne changed, even if Verin ordered to exterminate all infected people in the territory, he was still worried.

No matter what, as long as resistance means sacrifice.

Of course he is not afraid of death, and he believes that his companions who have followed him along the way are not afraid, but he cannot bear the millions of infected people in Victoria.

That's right, he was afraid of becoming an eternal sinner who would lead everyone to death, and sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if Tallulah had the same original intention as him before founding the integration movement.

However, reality did not give him time to think.

His inaction, or ambiguous actions, are only easing the "slow death" of the infected.

Finally, when death happened within his reach, he realized it.

Some things, maybe he has to bear, because this is his mission.

If he had integrated the infected from the beginning and had everyone gather in Sandi City, Aguang might not have returned to Happy City at that point in time.

If he had targeted Tracy from the start, using the bizarre defeat of the Kazdel army to force Medes to drop the line, maybe Mesa would not have died.

But there is no if in life, and there is no possibility in fate. Time cannot be restarted.

Of course, it is still not too late to make up his mind about some things, provided that he is fully aware of all the consequences.

Xia Feng has now completely figured it out. The empire has been preemptive from the very beginning, and there is no mercy in the decision to kill the infected.

In this case, then he will play a big game with this confident empire.

Belonging to him alone, the heinously real game is only now really starting.

Red Sand Plain.

When Witte, commander-in-chief of the Central Army, heard the number of infected people, he was in shock.

He widened his eyes, and even suspected that the scout's information had an extra zero.

"Again, how many people?"

The orderly turned pale.

"The team can't see the end at a glance. A rough estimate is at least more than 200 million. Or more."

A drop of cold sweat ran across Werther's cheeks, and the entire headquarters fell silent.

The dead silence lasted about 5 seconds, and Werther let out a loud roar.

"Give me a map of the Western Mountains!"

"Yes."

In the tent of the temporary headquarters, the officers immediately found a detailed map of the southern western mountain range in a hurry.

After quickly checking the information with the scout, Werther's eyes flickered and his brain was running fast.

Since Xia Feng has 200 million infected troops in his hands, even if the equipment is simple, this force can still exert quite terrifying power.

Now the Southern Allied Forces are fighting hard in the Red Sand Plain. The situation between the two sides is stalemate, with heavy casualties. Judging from the distance, if they support from the east, they will definitely arrive before the northern military region.

But why did the other party go north from the western mountains?
Could it be that the leader of the infected named Xia Feng wanted to take this opportunity to capture all the cities in the south that were understrength?Completely cut off the supply line of the Central Army on the west side?
At this moment, Werther aimed upwards, and an important city appeared in front of him.

【Kanan City】

Reminiscent of the information that Ganan City was captured by mysterious special forces yesterday, an ominous premonition emerged in Werther's mind.

Keeping his eyes fixed on Ganan City on the map, the perspective moves up again, and it is the north.

Werther's face was so gloomy that it seemed to be covered by a black cloud.

If he guessed correctly, Xia Feng never thought of taking back the lost southern city.

His real purpose is to sweep the entire north with an army of more than 200 million infected people!

Forcibly controlling himself to calm down, Werther stared at the map in cold sweat.

Judging from the location of the army of infected people found on the intelligence, the other party should have just set off from Sandi City. If the march of 200 million people wants to cross half of Victoria, it will take more than a week at the fastest.

If the Imperial Army mobilized the Northern Military Region fast enough, the advance team of the Northern Military Region should already be on their way to the north-south junction at this time.

Should be able to catch up.

The complete force of the Northern Military Region is 40, and the soldiers have high military literacy, complete arms, and excellent equipment. They are trustworthy brothers.

At the same time, the empire's order to mobilize the reserve force has been issued long ago, and now there should be at least more than 30 reserve forces gathered around Londinium.

In addition, the guards drawn by the Office of Supervision from various northern cities, as well as the Royal Knights stationed in Londinium all the year round.

At this time, the maximum total force that can be defended in the north should be around 80.

Werther's fists were clenched tightly, and under the golden hair, his entire face was ashen.

Can the 80 regular army withstand the army of 200 million infected people?
If these 200 million people were ordinary people assembled temporarily, then he can be sure that they can easily resist.

However, these 200 million people are infected with extremely high upper and lower limits. In the situation of last stand, everyone is an unstable factor.

In the face of this "black wave" without any lessons learned, to be honest, he is not sure.

Since he is uncertain, as a member of the royal family and the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Central Army, Werther cannot allow this uncertainty to continue. Otherwise, even if the war on the Red Sand Plain in front of him is won, it will be meaningless.

After careful consideration and weighing, Werther finally gave the order.

"Pass my order, the whole army shrinks the front, the 7th, 8th, and 9th divisions stick to the defense line, and the remaining corps gradually withdraw to the north."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the officers in the entire headquarters changed drastically at the same time.

"General, the battle is fierce now, how could it be possible to withdraw?"

"If we retreat now, our losses will be immeasurable, General!"

The officers in the command room are very clear that this is military common sense that even ordinary soldiers know.

In a full-line battle of this scale, the retreating party is almost equivalent to giving up its butt to the enemy, and the division in charge of the rear is an act of suicide.

Regardless of the objections of his subordinates, Witte finally issued the highest order to retreat as the commander-in-chief.

The south can give up, but the north cannot afford to fail.

On the main battlefield of the Hongsha Plain, for some reason, the imposing Central Army suddenly stopped charging.

The military order was like a mountain, and all the red-eyed soldiers bit their lips, turned around in unwillingness, and were ordered to stabilize the front line, and all the divisions behind the army were ashamed.

The sudden move of the Central Army was immediately seen through by General Aumeng.

This is no longer a mysterious tactic, with such an obvious intention, if the Central Army hadn't planned to retreat the whole army, General Aumeng would have dared to twist his head off and kick it as a ball.

"The whole army obeys the order, don't give the opponent a chance to retreat, press over, press across the board!"

In any case, General Aumon will not let go of this opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the Central Army.

The military order was quickly conveyed, and the soldiers who fought bloody battles on the main battlefield did not hesitate at all, and the whole army screamed and rushed towards the defensive front of the Central Army.

(End of this chapter)