The Three Kingdoms

After one defeat after another, they felt a repressed sense of shame in their hearts, which made them, the navy generals who pretended to be the best in the world, lose their heads.

"Rome, what a Rome, we still underestimate the army of the Roman Empire!"

Zhou Tai's voice was extremely cold: "They were able to defeat the Western Expeditionary Corps, the predecessor of the Snow Leopard Corps, not just because of a surprise attack, but because they created and seized the opportunity, so the Western Expeditionary Corps was severely injured and had to reorganize. Legion, in this battle, they are blatantly attacking us and causing heavy casualties to our Sea Eagle Legion. Let our Wu army suffer heavy casualties, we have to admit that it was a huge mistake for us to treat the Roman army and the imperial army in Guishuang's rest as equals!"

In the final analysis of this battle, they really underestimated the enemy.

The previous disastrous defeat in Mesopotamia did wake up many generals, but they mostly believed that they lost to the Roman Empire because of the rebellion of the Parthian Empire.

The Central Plains wanted to live in the orthodox Celestial Dynasty. In the eyes of the soldiers of the Central Plains, anyone who was not from the Central Plains was a barbarian.

My dynasty is vast, rich in resources, and barbarians, why not be afraid!

This kind of arrogant consciousness is the subconsciousness of the soldiers of the Central Plains. It has been maintained for hundreds of years. It is difficult for them to reverse it in a short period of time.

Otherwise, they will advance gradually, instead of leading the main force to drive straight in, as if entering the land of no one, rushing all the way into the land of Mesopotamia,

"Commander, the defeat in this battle is not a sin. We just misjudged the weird terrain of the surrounding river. We never thought that the impact force formed by the collision between the two rivers on the river's bank would push our warship to the opposite direction. The impact of the beach plain in the direction of the river finally washed us ashore, causing the ship to be stranded on the river beach and unable to withdraw!"

Ling Cao, the one-armed commander of the No.30 Seventh Army, stood up with a heavy face and a hoarse voice, and persuaded in a low voice: "Otherwise, even if we encounter an ambush by the Roman army, we will have enough time to withdraw!"

"Terrain is a big problem, this is not our home field after all!"

Zhou Tai calmed down, and stared coldly at the generals under his command: "But this is not the reason for our defeat. You and I both know the merits. This battle is because we are too confident. We are confident in the capabilities of the navy. , I am confident that I can come and go freely on the river, so when I am not familiar with the terrain of the river, I directly led the army to drive straight in. This is my mistake as the general, but it is also your mistake. From now on, I don’t want you to lose the battle. Blame it for any reason, we were wrong, we have to admit, we must start from now on, pay more attention to the Roman army and take precautions, there must be no third such situation!"

"Yes!"

When the generals heard the words, their hearts trembled, and they quickly bowed their heads to respond.

"Commander, now that we are going through a fierce battle on the shore, morale is very low. What should we do?" The commander of the No. 30 Ninth Army is a veteran Jiangdong Army soldier who is highly respected in the army. He looked at the boat in the cabin. The stiff atmosphere quickly staggered the discussion topic.

"Is the logistics guaranteed?"

Zhou Tai calmed down, looked at the quartermaster, and asked in a low voice.

"Report to the commander, our logistics is still sufficient at present!" The quartermaster said: "But because we are too deep, the supply warships behind will be delayed, but I believe the chief of staff should be able to respond. Even if there is a food shortage, the worst If possible, we should only be out of food for about two days, and we can get through it after a while!"

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"The battle on the beach and plain, because we rushed to fight, resulted in a big defeat. We can't just suffer losses and not fight back. We have to take the initiative to fight this battle!"

Zhou Tai stared at the map, and there was a hint of killing intent in his expression: "The morale of our soldiers is too low now, if this continues, we may not be able to fight, and in the end we will have to withdraw from Mesopotamia Province , so there must be a victory to support us to continue to stabilize here in Mesopotamia!"

"The commander wants to take the initiative to land and attack?"

A teacher looked at Zhou Tai with a horrified expression, and said it dumbly.

"That's right!"

Zhou Tai said calmly.

"But isn't that too risky?"

"We have just experienced a big defeat, the morale of the army is not available, the soldiers not only have no morale, but also lack of energy, it is difficult to maintain the physical demands of the surprise battle!"

"Landing on land is tantamount to giving up our greatest advantage. Raiding is not advisable!"

All the generals felt that Zhou Tai was not angry, and made a wrong decision in a fit of anger, so they all objected, not agreeing to take the initiative to attack at this time.

"The defeat of our Seahawks, we must come back!"

Zhou Tai's indifferent gaze was like a sharp blade, scanning the expressions of the generals one by one, making them bow their heads in shame, and then said calmly: "If our main force failed to capture the Anxi Empire because of our defeat in the battlefield, Who can afford this responsibility? Who will have the face to see His Majesty after that day?"

When the generals heard the words, they looked at each other, and there was some silence in the cabin.

"I know that you are not afraid, just worried that I will make an irrational decision on impulse, but let me tell you, I am not impulsive. You see, today's battlefield is on this sandy plain, Rome Even if the legion withdraws to Cecilia City overnight, it is impossible to return to the city so quickly, they can only walk fifty miles at most."

Seeing that the generals looked relaxed, Zhou Tai pointed to the map loudly and said, "This bloody battle has lasted for two days. Our soldiers are naturally exhausted. Are they the Romans made of iron? They also If you are tired, you must have a good rest before you withdraw your troops and return to the city. They probably won’t expect us to kill a carbine, and this timing is exactly when we make a surprise attack!"

"How to raid?"

All the generals were moved by Zhou Tai's words.

"Since it is a surprise attack, we don't need too many soldiers and horses. As long as we gather [-] elites from each division who can support the landing operations, we will land at this river bank and go around this road on the west side. Then quickly go straight up and kill it!"

The more Zhou Tai said, the more excited he became: "Look, this is the only way they have to go back to the city of Cecilia. We only need to be one step ahead of them and take the most favorable ambush point. Break their formation from the start and we'll have a smooth win!"

"This is an opportunity!"

Ling Cao's eyes became more energetic, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely: "Commander, you are right, our Sea Eagle Corps must win a battle in order to stabilize the low morale of the army, although we are now I am tired, but it should be possible to choose ten thousand elites, and I am willing to lead the way!"

"I am willing to lead the way!"

The generals clearly felt that Zhou Tai hadn't been dazzled by the previous battle, and his analysis made them see a chance to turn defeat into victory, even if it was a slight chance, they didn't want to miss it.

When soldiers go to war, no one is willing to admit the name of defeat. If they can, they are willing to fight a victory with their lives.

Zhou Tai looked at the generals with satisfaction and heaved a sigh of relief. Although the defeat was tragic, the morale of the generals has not been broken, so there is still a chance to win this battle. (To be continued.)

[Chapter [-] of the main text, Extinguishing Sabbath [-]]

Under the same night sky, fifty miles away, on the sloping plain, the Iron-Blooded Legion of the Roman Empire was also licking its wounds. The soldiers were just like the soldiers of the Wu Army, their morale was low, their breath was weak, and their spirits were low.

"God damn Orientals, they are so cruel!"

"God will punish them!"

"Where did these orientals come from? Their weapons are terrible!"

"What kind of weapon is this?"

"Could it be that the Lord has abandoned us?"

"I didn't expect that we would attack in advance and lay out an ambush, but we would not be able to kill them all. These tenacious orientals are too scary!"

"Although the Easterners are tenacious, their fighting power is not as good as ours. But what kind of weapons are the Easterners using? This thing can spew out flames and burn our soldiers. It is really terrifying!"

"..."

In the simple temporary barracks, one by one the soldiers piled up bonfires on the lawn, and the Roman soldiers resting around the bonfires were resting back to back, and some were discussing their feelings about the battle in good spirits.

As long as many soldiers think of the tragic battle on the beach and plain, they all feel a little terrified.

The generals of the Wu army are not terrible, these orientals are far inferior to them in physical fitness.

However, when the strange black powder bomb was bombing, the lethality erupted seemed to the Roman soldiers like a series of divine punishments, which almost destroyed their fighting morale.