Although the fortifications in Kent Town look very strong, a small town of this size obviously cannot accommodate tens of thousands of troops, so the troops arriving in front and behind are looking for open space outside the town to camp. For a time, the camping tents are like seas and flagpoles are like forests, which is spectacular. Although this matter is not a wonder if it is placed in the Old Continent where wars are frequent, on the New Continent on the other end of the Sea of ​​Traces, the gathering of such an army can be said to be the first time since the creation of the world.

Under repeated orders from the central government, in order to resolve the enemy in the north in one battle, the mainland conference used an unprecedented large army - the Raccoon Legion, the Giant Bear Legion, all the militias of the Northern State and New Enoak State, volunteer soldiers sent by the southern states, the remnants of the New World Army that had just been reviewed, and the Marines of the Seventh Fleet. After these troops arrived one after another, they were probably able to form a large force of about 30,000 people. If the civilians in charge of transportation were included, it would have reached a terrifying scale of 70,000. Of course, although the colonies had a large number of troops, most of them were mobs. If they really arrived on the battlefield, it would be unknown whether they could beat ten people or not, so although everyone was so full of memories, they actually didn't have much idea.

In a semi-underground fortress with simple but very strong facilities, Fili met Speaker Ludwig. The middle-aged politician, who was originally handsome, had obviously not good health at present. He was haggard, had a beard and bloodshot eyes. He only knew that he was smoking a wrinkled cigarette hard, and even he spoke indifferently. It seemed that he had been under too much pressure on the front line.

During the words, Ludwig complained about the delayed combat readiness of the main force, and even pointed at Chairman Zena's nose regardless of the superiors and inferiors, which made everyone feel a little out of the way. However, after seeing the photos taken in the slaughtered villages, everyone had to admit that the slow operation of this march was indeed irresponsible for the lives of the military and civilians in the northern states, and even made Ludwig, who was short of troops and equipment, had enough plywood.

Speaking of which, in this war, the colony side suffered the most war pressure. I am afraid that the Speaker Ludwig, who was promoted to the front line, was the Speaker of Ludwig. Since the defeat at the Arctic Port in June last year, he has led a group of mud legs that have never touched a gun to deal with the elite elves on the vast grassland. Except for two rests that were not long, he has almost never been on the front line. Although he has more defeats and less victory, he has no credit and hard work, and he has no hard work and fatigue. When distributing profits according to reason, he should be given a large share.

But many things and principles in the world are insulators, and political issues never pay attention to what to do first and then come. Although Speaker Ludwig suffered the most and persisted on the front line for the longest time, unfortunately, he did not get any decent benefits in previous political reshuffles. In desperation, he could only remain his new Speaker of Eno Auck, reluctantly playing the role of an old and good man who is willing to contribute in the political arena of the New World.

As the greatest vested interest of this war, Chairman Zena was very generous and did not care about Speaker Ludwig's complaints. On the contrary, he also allocated a large number of guns and ammunition to the militia on the front line of the Northern State, hoping that these poor people who were invaded and destroyed their families and died, and they would further harass the remaining elves in the stone fort before the army was dispatched to weaken the strength of the defenders.

It's pitiful. There were only more than a thousand people in the Elf Army who fled from Arctic Port to Stone Fort. This winter, he repeatedly fought tug-of-war with local militias in order to grab food. Although the militia with low combat effectiveness had almost never won once. However, the number of people accumulated, the casualties on the Elf Army would not be negligible, which was enough to make the command of the Elf Army a headache - on this continent, his soldiers died less and had nowhere to replenish them. However, the colony had a population of 15 million and a million reserve troops.

The losses caused by frequent combat, coupled with malnutrition and lack of medical treatment, by the beginning of spring, half of the elves in this thousand elves could still be used to move guns. Moreover, their gunpowder, bowstrings and other military consumables were already used and could not be made by themselves, which could be said to be extremely embarrassed. With such a poor military appearance of being sick and hungry, and having no weapons, facing the colonial troops, which were sixty times more abundant than their own, and the military food and salary was a serious surplus. In the eyes of laymen, they were all in a striking and flat manner.

Unfortunately, Chairman Zena knew her own affairs. The colonial troops at present looked glamorous, but they were really muddy and could not be covered with walls. Not only were they all rookies who were so tender that they could not be more tender, but most of them were fighting far away from their homeland. Their morale and fighting will are very doubtful - militia, or militia-like army, even if they were equipped.

Good is not suitable for expeditions in foreign lands. Religious fanatics are often several times more annoying than the enemy. The only remnants of the New World Army, which can be called a regular army, will not be able to say whether it is reliable. Looking at the cowardly image of being chased by only one-fifth of the elves on their own last year, it seems that they are not as good as that.

Although she has won so many battles recently due to chance, Chairman Zena is still not overwhelmed. She knows very well what kind of virtues her men are: if they are allowed to hide in solid trenches or fortresses and shoot against the enemy, then they will probably be able to use some combat power, and about two or three people can be used as one person. If they are allowed to fight against the enemy on the plains, then there is absolutely no way to do without a tenfold advantage in military strength. If they are allowed to attack the enemy's fortress defended by bullets, no matter how many troops are, they will not be able to fight to the enemy's courage. It is absolutely impossible to run away and even if they are on the supervision team, they will not be very useful.

But the militia in the northern states are different. This battlefield is their hometown. The elves kill their relatives, burn their houses, grab their property, and occupy their cities. No matter how timid people encounter such a tragic situation where they cannot retreat, they will roar with grief and anger, then pick up the bayonet and pounce on them to fight to the death.
Chapter completed!