Heritage foundry

Chapter 433

On the Holy Light Barrier, every second, every moment, at least dozens of lives fell, and blood flowed down the gutter on the Holy Light Barrier.

The Holy Light Fortress and the sewer system of the Eagle New City are integrated. From the start of the offensive and defensive battle of the Holy Light Fortress, within a morning, a strong smell of blood rose from the drainage pipes in the Eagle New City.

I don't know how many mothers are praying, and how many fathers are looking at the tall barrier of holy light.

Their sons fought on it.

A young woman is taking care of her young children.

The delicate hands fumbled for the long sword left by her husband again and again, and it gradually became rough.

They are waiting, waiting for their husbands to return in good condition.

And what about Zhou Mo?

Zhou Mo was issuing orders ruthlessly.

De Geste has sent Zhou Mo a third letter of request to increase the intensity of the war.

Zhou Mo also rejected it for the third time.

"Keep the status quo, be sure to drag the war to the quagmire, and drain the last drop of blood from the middle nobles!"

This is Zhou Mo's strategic intention.

De Geste was quick to report back.

"Follow the military order of your lord, but please look at the livelihood of countless innocent civilians in the central region and the countless parents who are waiting for their sons to return home in the Holy Cross territory, and end the war as soon as possible!"

It's not the soft heart of De Gester who is the commander in chief.

Ten days have passed since the offensive and defensive battle of the Holy Light Barrier started.

Within ten days, millions of troops alternately fought at the head of the Holy Light Barrier.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. During the daily truce, the corpses carried down from the top of the Holy Light Fortress had already filled the school yard of the barracks.

From the barracks to Xiongying New City, the convoy transporting dead bodies every day is longer than the convoy transporting food and grass.

In ten days, the Fifth Regular Army Corps stationed at the Holy Light Barrier, as well as the Seventh Regular Army Corps and the Eighth Regular Army Corps that were moved by De Gester, a total of 30 regular soldiers, have been disabled. half.

And the nearly 30 auxiliary soldiers who served the 80 regular soldiers had to go to the city to fight because of the increase in the intensity of the war, and they had already suffered more than one-third of the casualties.

If there is really no other way but this is the only way, if the barrier of holy light will be breached otherwise, De Geste has nothing to say.

However, just behind the Holy Light Barrier, De Gester held in his hand the energy armed with no temper at all that could instantly suppress the coalition forces of nobles in the middle of the city, but he couldn't use it because of Zhou Mo's order. The handsome De Geste is under great pressure. Looking at the number of deaths every day, no one can understand the torment in De Geste's heart.

It is obvious that this war can be ended with just one order, but watching countless lives die, even if De Gester is a qualified commander and a real soldier, he cannot remain indifferent.

Zhou Mo looked at the text delivered by De Gester, and was silent for a while, but his face was indifferent.

Take a pen, and write on a piece of gold-plated paper:

"Five days, hold on for another five days. The Lord has already ordered the weeds to mobilize the nobles of the central region and suppress all their forces within three days."

"In one go, we will deal with all the vital forces of the nobles in the central region. When we counterattack in the future, we will save countless troubles, and at the same time save countless small-scale wars."

"Degester, dragging the war to the Holy Light Barrier, the price paid by the civilians is the smallest. Once our army enters the central part and is dragged into an unlimited small-scale war by those nobles, it is conceivable that the people in the middle of the war What harm civilians will suffer!"

"Five days, another five days, wipe out all the vital forces of the nobles in the central region under the Holy Light Barrier, De Gester, you have saved countless innocent civilians!"

The gold-plated paper was delivered to Dergost through the micro-transmission array.

In the command headquarters, Degest's confidential secretary, staff officer, and the commander of the regular army with mottled titles and battle armor all looked at Degest with hope.

After quietly reading Zhou Mo's handwriting, De Geste let out a long sigh.

This sigh made everyone in the command headquarters look sad.

"My lord is thinking about the overall situation of the human race in the world, and I can only do my best for it, five days, and another five days!"

"Your lord has an order. After five days, wipe out the coalition forces of the nobles in the central region!"

With such a sentence, the morale of the high command was lifted.

Zhou Mo was also sighing at this time, why didn't he want to end the war at the Holy Light Barrier as soon as possible, and end this quagmire of flesh and blood.

But the situation in the central part is different from that in the south.

The population density in the south is much lower than that in the middle, which is due to the population blockade and population migration policy imposed by the Otto Empire on the southern nobles for many years.

Most of the civilians in the south gathered in the main cities of the various aristocratic territories. Given the vastness of the Yinyue Duchy and the Lin Duchy, as long as they captured all the main cities, it would be equivalent to occupying the area.

The central part is different. The central part has always been the direct jurisdiction of the Otto Empire, gathering more than [-]% of the population of the entire Otto Empire.

The main city, cities, towns, small towns, and villages are densely packed and intertwined. The ancient aristocratic forces are like a fine spider web, entrenched in the entire central region.

If you don't exhaust most of the background and the army of the nobles in the middle, if you want to completely conquer the middle, you will inevitably set off a monstrous war. At that time, the middle, the richest and most prosperous area of ​​the human race, will turn into a ghost!
Zhou Mo couldn't afford this loss, and the human race couldn't afford it.

This is also the difference between Zhou Mo and those nobles and the three emperors of the human race.

Both the nobles and the three emperors of the human race regard the elite nobles of the human race as the backbone, and believe that as long as the power of the nobles is preserved, the vitality of the human race will not be seriously injured.

But Zhou Mo is different. Zhou Mo believes that the human race occupies the vast majority of civilians, which is where the vitality of the human race lies.

"Get water!"

Zhou Mo ordered, and Miya quickly brought in a basin of cold water with ice cubes floating in it.

Zhou Mo immersed his face in the icy water, and his thoughts ran faster and faster in the icy cold.

And the negative emotions that De Gester passed on to Zhou Mo were also dispelled by Zhou Mo under the effect of cold water.

"Ask Fatty, what happened to the Allied Forces of the Three Kings? Why hasn't there been any movement!"

Miya responded in a low voice, and then quickly left Zhou Mo's study.

In recent days, as the number of casualties in the Holy Light Barrier War has been reported day by day, the entire Holy Cross Castle has been shrouded in Zhou Mo's low air pressure.

With the passing of the source energy wave, the news reached the fat man's ears after a few breaths.

The fat man who was lying on the table enjoying the maid's massage suddenly trembled all over his body, and his fat body trembled.

"No matter what, we must let the coalition of the three kings launch an offensive within five days. Now, immediately, act immediately!"

The fat man's roar spread throughout the Weeds headquarters a moment later.

After the time for a cup of tea, in the camp of the three kings coalition army, in the tents of several main nobles who formed the coalition army, their respective confidants walked into it.

(End of this chapter)