The Dragon of Infinite Evolution

Three days later.

In the evening of that day, the Falkenridge army positions in the southern periphery of Dean City were still silent. The time for the final counterattack of McCarthy by Grand Duke Jon had arrived, but apparently the McCarthy group did not execute this order, even tentatively. There is no idea of ​​a ground attack to deal with this order.

The fighting did not break out during dinner, and both sides were preparing their own food for the evening. The food of the Falkenrich was much better than that of the Stasi, and some troops even got dehydrated peas and some dried vegetable leaves. Everyone talked and laughed in their trenches, rejoicing in the increasingly comfortable frontline life.

There is no decent food on Stasi's side, at least in the McCarthy cluster, which is far from the city of Dean, there is no decent food. Most soldiers only have some poor potatoes as food, and a few troops only have some moldy and expired food.

In the afternoon, the Falkenridge army concentrated all kinds of artillery, and mobilized a full fifty Hellfire Cavalry to carry out a fierce fire raid on the position of the Stasi defenders.

The flames in the sky continued like a heavy rain for half an hour before it stopped. Part of the Stasi's army was completely destroyed by this round of violent artillery fire, so that McCarthy finally had to give orders to give up these unrecognizable places.

"But, General McCarthy...We didn't execute the offensive order. On the contrary, we gave up part of the defensive position. If your Excellency Jon knew... our situation would be dangerous."

The chief of staff held his cup, and said to his boss, the last hope of Stasi's army, General McCarthy said.

McCarthy looked at the map of the war zone that he had scrutinized countless times, and watched one after another the names of places he remembered in his heart becoming occupied by the Falkenridges, and he felt even more sad. He pointed to the sturdy arrows on the map that represented the Falkenridge troops, and sighed helplessly: "I have already said that counterattacking will only make us perish faster. Use limited forces in the city. Holding the enemy in the street fighting is what we should do now."

"But, General, the special envoy sent by Grand Duke Jon last time has left us a final letter, telling us that if we did not launch an offensive tonight, then Grand Duke Jon will send someone to replace us and take us Grab it and hang it."

The chief of staff leaned in his chair and spoke.

McCarthy burst into laughter. After he laughed twice, he turned to his chief of staff and said in a very witty tone: "Who will replace me? If Lord Jon can find it in his trash To replace my candidate, he would have someone arrest us two days ago. Who wants to be in my position at this time? I'm afraid no one wants to?"

Sure enough, in the underground bunker in the city of Dean, far away, Grand Duke Jon became irritated by McCarthy’s refusal to execute his orders. In front of a group of generals and officials, Grand Duke Jon threw his beloved gold. The cane, and then furiously yelled at McCarthy, like the nobles of Cyrobart, as a wolf with no conscience.

"Asshole! This is a betrayal to me! A betrayal to the great motherland and his oath! Why doesn't he attack? Does he want to watch me be killed in Dean City?"

After confirming that McCarthy did not lead his remaining remnants to defeat the Falkenridge army, Grand Duke Jon slapped the table and shouted to a group of military advisers and officials.

"His Excellency Jon, this is McCarthy's personal betrayal of the entire Stasi! I suggest that he should be cut off from the rank of General Stasi immediately, and then find someone to take over the troops under his command, and bring these troops to Falken Rich's army launched an attack to relieve the pressure on the front of Dean City!"

A military adviser looked at Grand Duke Jon, who was already in a trance in front of him, and finally offered a suggestion—At this time, he didn’t even bother to use the honorific name prescribed by Grand Duke Jon. Of course, Grand Duke Jon didn’t have much energy to pay attention This matter.

Not all people in high positions are truly capable people. Sometimes these little people who have reached the top through special times, the only thing they know is how to frame others. Once the situation becomes beyond their control and expectations, they will be in a mess, and even the most basic principles will be forgotten because of panic.

"So, you will replace McCarthy?"

Carl, who has been standing on the left hand side of Grand Duke Jon, obviously has real talent. He raised his eyebrows after hearing this suggestion, and stared at the nonsense fool with his cold eyes, wishing to kick him and keep him closed forever. On his own mouth.

"I...Of course not, but there are still many level generals..."

The general also knew that he had said the wrong thing, and his voice became smaller and smaller, but he still didn't want to lose his face in front of Grand Duke Jon, and finally slapped Karl in a low voice, and then closed his own wittyly. mouth.

Before Carl had a chance to continue speaking, he was interrupted by Grand Duke Jon. Now this nominal leader of the entire Stasi, the traveler from another world is a little stupefied. When speaking, he occasionally pops out a few words that people don’t understand. Those who are not clear must listen carefully to be able to. Distinguish: "General Carl, do you mean that McCarthy cannot be replaced in his army? This is a very dangerous behavior! This is to treat our motherland's army as his own private army!"

At this time, you still hold the hat, can it be said that if you really hang the McCarthy who is good at war, and then replace it with a fool, can you change the situation?

Carl glanced at Grand Duke Jon who was angry, and for a moment he questioned whether his choice was correct. He didn't know how long he could hold on, and what reason could he find in this group of people who had already been defeated.

"Offensive! Offensive! McCarthy's forces have launched a counterattack in the southwest!" An officer glanced at General Carl, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and felt that the atmosphere in the room was very wrong, and said quickly. : "McCarthy's troops have just begun to attack!"

Everyone looked at this inconspicuous little character in the room, and seemed to be waiting for his continued speech: "General McCarthy finally tried his best to mobilize half of the division's force before this meeting began. Decided to launch an attack in the southwest corner of the city of Dean! Look at the time, it should have started now, right?"

His eagerness made Carl see a glimmer of hope, and he hurriedly stood up and said: "Your Excellency Jon, General McCarthy did not refuse your order at all, but because the troops were too scarce to launch a counterattack on time. Let's wait. In a few hours, you can hear the good news of his counterattack."

"Then let's wait for him to attack! At least he has been on the front line, and he is more familiar with the environment than we are." The general who was trembling with fright in Carl's eyes quickly agreed and said: "Let's wait another hour... …No! Wait two more hours! If he doesn’t attack, then discuss the matter of replacing and trying him!"

If you really dare to replace McCarthy, the army might be mutiny immediately! When the time comes, Falkenrich's army will cover up and enter the city, and you and I will die without a place to be buried! Carl swallowed this sentence because Grand Duke Jon on the other side had already spoken: "Very good! Just follow this plan!"

After several hours of delay, Carl naturally has a way to deceive Grand Duke Jon. After returning to his headquarters, he immediately ordered all the soldiers to shoot and fight another limited-scale battle with the Falkenridge army. He wanted to use a non-existent offensive battle and non-existent results to cover up the fact of disobedience for McCarthy.

An hour later, Grand Duke Jon and his men heard artillery fire from a distant place, and the fire and the sound of explosions at night made Grand Duke Jon feel relieved.

He seemed to have forgotten his order to hang McCarthy, and issued a message to praise McCarthy for not launching any attack. The reason was dumbfounding. He actually praised McCarthy for launching the attack on time, repelling the Falkenridge offensive, and reversed it. The unfavorable situation throughout Dean City.

In this attack, a whole squad of Dean City officers fell on the road to the charge. They were all poor people whose spirits were overwhelmed by despair and reality. They voluntarily chose to use their bodies to die for their motherland~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ These officers took the lead in the charge and fought very tenaciously, even forcing part of the Falkenrich army back some distance.

"I think Grand Duke Jon is crazy, why should he praise me, a sinner who didn't obey orders?"

McCarthy smiled bitterly and threw the documents that praised him on his desk, and complained to the chief of staff beside him: "He judged the current situation only by his voice and a bunch of idiots in the office. This is a joke about his life. !"

"I think this is his last way to comfort himself."

The chief of staff looked at the document, and then put it on McCarthy’s desk: "He now prefers to believe in lies, believes in war plans that are impossible to achieve... and he does not want to believe in the truth we are telling. I don’t want to believe that we are still fighting for this country to the last minute."

However, the next moment, when his voice had not yet fallen, a terrible air raid sirens suddenly sounded in the air.

About seven kilometers above this headquarters, a specially modified Hellfire Cavalry was opening its bomb bay and dropping a huge bomb toward the city center of Dean.