Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 620
Outside a dilapidated civilian house in Liuyang City, guards in strong clothes stood solemnly and coldly. The fire in the yard was crackling and burning, and the sparks that flew out were quickly blown out by the cold wind.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and it was even more difficult after nightfall. The paper windows of the headquarters were blown by the biting cold wind, as if they were about to be torn apart.

The dim room was filled with generals of the Nanchuan Army who came back from various fronts. They looked lonely. General Liu Erhu's battle armor gave off a strong smell of blood. The head of the corps commander Gang Yu was wrapped in gauze, and blood oozed out. Congealed into a dark red blood clot.

Chief Quartermaster Lu Dong's fat body was leaning weakly on the chair, holding burning tobacco in his hand, taking a sharp puff from time to time, and the room was filled with smoke.

"Young Marshal!" The guards at the door stood at attention and saluted, with the clash of swords and armor, Lin Chuan strode into the room.

The orderly took Lin Chuan's black shirt off and exited the room. The door of the room was closed casually. The generals in the room stood up to welcome Lin Chuan. Lu Dong also snuffed out the tobacco in his hand.

"Everyone sit down—" Lin Chuan strode to the main seat, stretched out his hands and pressed down, motioning for everyone to sit down.

The fierce battles during the day put the generals under tremendous pressure. They looked exhausted, but now Lin Chuan summoned them to the headquarters to hold a military meeting, mainly to listen to the battle damage report and discuss tomorrow's combat plan. The victory or defeat of the war is very important.

"General Mingyang, let's start with you guys. What's the damage today?" After everyone was seated, Lin Chuan turned his gaze to No.1 sitting on the right and said.

Mingyang's legion is in charge of the left front of Liuyang City, and its main combat mission is to prevent Hanhai's army from bypassing Liuyang City from the left flank and threatening the rear of Nanchuan Province.

General Ming Yang's battle armor was stained with blood. Although he looked a bit embarrassed, he was mature and steady, as if he already had the air of a general.

General Ming Yang said slowly: "Today, our left wing was attacked twice by the Han Navy with more than 10 people, five times with more than 5 people, and eight times with more than [-] people, all of which were repelled by our army."

Ming Yang's tone was gentle and calm, as if he was talking about an irrelevant matter, but all the generals present here were experienced generals, so they naturally knew the great danger behind Ming Yang's understatement.

They could imagine what kind of bloody and brutal battles the left flank had to face in order to survive, and the bloodstains on Ming Yang's body were enough to show that the intensity of the battle was definitely not as easy as it was understated.

"How about the battle damage?"

Everyone held their breath and turned their gazes to General Ming Yang.

Ming Yang paused, and said in a heavy voice: "According to the statistics of our army clerk, three banner commanders were killed, 16 banner battalion commanders, 43 thousands commanders, 310 soldiers, and [-] missing. Thousands of [-] people."

General Ming Yang added: "Many corpses have been chopped into pieces, bloody and bloody, it is really difficult to identify them, and they are all counted as missing persons."

During the day, all the fronts encountered the fierce attack of the Hanhai army, and they all thought that they were the main attack direction of the Hanhai army. After hearing General Mingyang's words, all the generals fell silent.

"I'll add the reserve troops of the three banner regiments to you. Can the left-wing defense line persist?" Although Lin Chuan was in a heavy heart, as the coach, he could not show any pessimism and disappointment in front of his subordinates. Confidence.

"People are on the ground—" General Ming Yang punched his chest with his right fist, with high fighting spirit.

"How's the damage on the right-wing defense line?" Lin Chuan turned to ask the dejected Xia Ge again.

"More than 5000 people were killed in our regiment." General Xia Ge was in a low mood, his voice choked up: "The two heavy-armored flag regiments have been wiped out..."

Lin Chuan stood up and patted Xia Ge's shoulder to show his comfort. He said loudly: "We can't defeat the reloaded flag regiment. As long as there is one person alive, as long as our military flag is still there! Form a reloaded flag regiment!"

The heavy infantry flag regiment is the trump card unit of the Nanchuan Army built by Lin Chuan. He spent countless efforts and money to give them the best weapons and recruit the best soldiers. Only three heavy infantry flag regiments were formed in total.

In just one day, the two heavy infantry flag regiments were wiped out, but they did not disappoint Lin Chuan's expectations, and forcibly blocked Hanhai's nearly [-] troops from making any further progress!They showed the dignity of Nanchuan soldiers and the bloodiness of Nanchuan soldiers!
The meeting was held in a gloomy atmosphere, and all the troops suffered heavy losses. The Hanhai soldiers are really too strong. They have undergone years of systematic training and have been tested in actual combat. They are fierce and scary.

On the other hand, most of the soldiers of the Nanchuan Army were temporarily recruited a few months ago. Although the number is already the same as that of the Hanhai Army advancing westward, the quantity cannot make up for the huge gap in quality.

Lin Chuan believes that if he is given another two years, he will definitely train a powerful army that is not inferior to the Han Navy, but the harsh surrounding environment does not give him a chance, and the Han Hai people do not give him time. Lin Chuan can only choose The cruelest and most helpless way to train troops is to train troops in battle. If the soldiers who have been baptized by the fire of war do not die, then they will use this as their backbone in the future. Lin Chuan believes that he will be able to create a powerful army that will sweep Middle-earth.

The meeting lasted until midnight. After discussing the second day's battle, they dragged their tired bodies back to their respective camps, preparing for the second day's battle.

Under the strong pressure, Lin Chuan couldn't sleep at all. After walking out of the room without letting the guards follow him, he walked along the street alone. He needed to think quietly about the future of the Nanchuan Army.

The city of Liuyang had already been smashed to pieces by Han Haijun's trebuchets. There were collapsed houses everywhere. Stones the size of millstones lay across the street, stained with blood.

The soldiers of Nanchuan had already fallen into a deep sleep around the fire. The flames were swaying in the cold wind and might be extinguished at any time. The soldiers of the patrol team walked by, and there was the sound of iron clashing. They saluted Lin Chuan hurriedly.

The entire Liuyang City was in depression because of the war, and the fragmented city was like the Nanchuan Army, crumbling under the fierce attack of the Han Navy, a behemoth.

Lin Chuan walked to the camp of wounded soldiers. On a cold night, the groans of the wounded soldiers were particularly horrifying. Every painful cry beat Lin Chuan's heart. These soldiers came from all over the place to bathe in blood just because of his order. To fight, to die or to be maimed...

They have no such obligation to fight against the Hanhai people. They just believe that they will be able to lead them to victory and build a better homeland based on their trust in themselves. This heavy trust makes Lin Chuan almost breathless Come.

Lin Chuan's gaze fell on a busy figure in the wounded barracks, so familiar, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be his wife Hanshuang.

"A Chuan, why are you here?" Hanshuang also saw Lin Chuan standing at the door, with surprise on his face, and hurriedly tiptoed out.

Frost's smile was as bright as the sunshine in February, and immediately washed away the heaviness in Lin Chuan's heart. He smiled and asked, "You came here to hurt the barracks?"

Frost pointed to the gauze-wrapped soldiers in the camp and said, "They fought for our Nanchuan Army and were injured for your bloody battle. You are too busy. As your wife, I will come and see them for you. You won't Blame me?" Frost looked at Lin Chuan with a pair of black eyes, with worry on her face.

"Fool, how could I blame you? You comforted the army for me. It's too late for me to thank you?" Lin Chuan felt very relieved. There was such a considerate wife with a strong outlook on the overall situation, who was really his third wife. I am honored to be born.

"How are the wounded soldiers?" Lin Chuan and Hanshuang walked on the quiet street, Lin Chuan asked.

Frost became serious: "There are too many wounded soldiers, and our military doctors are short-handed. It's freezing cold now, and there are not enough warm clothes..."

(End of this chapter)