Chapter 115 The Fog of War

The Lao Mo region, the outer defense line of Juarez Town.

From 10:15 p.m., when the Red Hat rebels launched their general offensive, coordinating with the First District's air force to bombard Zhao Wei Hu's defense line, the two sides fought fiercely for a full five hours across more than a hundred battlefields!

In the mountains, on the highways, along the supply lines, and at all important military sites, wars of varying scales erupted.

This was a super battle with nearly 500,000 total participants! It was the largest battle to break out in the southern region since the Xia Island War twenty or thirty years ago!

Dark clouds loomed, and The Dragon City Rises!

After five or six years of tug-of-war, this anticipated war attracted global attention from its initial stages! Its massive scale shocked the world!

In the strategic plan set by Wang Dingyuan and Su Tianyu, the Lao Mo region was the main focus, with Juarez Town as the starting point of the war! As a result, the Lao Mo government army, the Western Expeditionary Army, and the Second Army of the Renmin Army were all stationed here, totaling nearly 300,000 troops.

As soon as the war began, all the forces immediately began to advance, engaging in a firefight with the rebels.

Therefore, this side of the defense was very solid. Even after five hours, there was no sign of it being breached. It even formed more than a dozen effective counterattacks, making Bahia Qiao very uneasy and guilty. But the atmosphere had already been pushed to this point, and hesitating now would be foolish, so he had to grit his teeth and keep going.

After five hours of fierce fighting, both sides suffered losses, but the rebels' offensive remained unabated. They launched a rotation strategy, withdrawing the front-line armed forces and sending in a second wave of armored units to continue the attack.

At the same time, through this battle, the First District also confirmed that the center of the war was in Juarez Town, so it increased its support for the rebels, directly sending out a second air force unit, as well as a fleet with long-range firepower near the outer sea of the First District, to support the attack on the Lao Mo front line!

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Around 3:00 a.m., Xinlai region.

In the command headquarters' operations room, Mo De Amon stood in front of the large screen, paying close attention to the front-line battle situation.

"Di Ling Ling!"

Just then, his personal cell phone rang. Mo De Amon took it out, glanced at it, paused slightly, and answered the phone: "Hello?"

Kang Dinghuang's voice came from the phone. He asked directly, "General Mo De Amon, how long are you going to watch the show?"

Mo De Amon said slowly, "I am gathering my strength."

Kang Dinghuang said bluntly, "Sometimes, you can't sway your position. General Mo De Amon, if you think that 80 million in military equipment is enough to make you waver, or if you think that Santos will fulfill his promise of independent sovereignty after the war, then our cooperation can also be terminated here. I believe that there are many warlords willing to cooperate with us besides you. The benefits that our First District can provide will not only be placed on one person!"

Mo De Amon paused, his face unchanged, and said with a smile, "My friend, don't worry, our friendship has never changed. Don't worry, you will see my troops soon."

"I hope so." Kang Dinghuang said in a deep voice, "I hope that this morning, our troops can meet on the border line of Juarez Town."

After speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

Mo De Amon put down his phone, turned to the officers beside him and ordered, "Notify my friends and have them come here for a war meeting to prepare for an attack on Santos' dictatorial regime!"

"Yes!"

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An hour after the notice was issued, more than a dozen regional warlord representatives came to the Xinlai region and entered the headquarters' conference room.

After a brief exchange of greetings, everyone took their seats.

Mo De Amon sat in the top position, looked around at everyone present, and said with his hands clasped, "On behalf of the Lao Mo region and the Southern Military Alliance, I announce that in order to avoid the continued devastation of our homeland by the war, we are now officially launching a siege against the dictatorial regime controlled by Santos! From this moment on, we will enter a state of war! Fellow soldiers, order your troops to gather in the Xinlai region, we are about to launch an attack!"

Hearing this, everyone seemed unmoved and fell silent.

General Palu stood up and said first, "General Mo De Amon, I have one thing I don't understand."

Mo De Amon glanced at him and waved his hand, "Speak."

Palu continued, "As far as I know, you had a cordial meeting with Santos yesterday and reached some kind of agreement. But today you call him a dictatorial regime, isn't that a bit absurd?"

Mo De Amon frowned, glanced at him, and immediately responded, "General Palu, my actions are just to buy time and win us an opportunity."

Palu asked directly, "Is winning an opportunity to receive 280 million in military supplies? In fact, none of us here have seen these things."

The warlords whispered to each other, seemingly aware of the matter.

Mo De Amon was stunned for a moment, but responded calmly, "This is just a rumor, a smokescreen thrown out by Santos!"

But Palu did not accept this explanation, "However, my people personally saw your people receiving the goods they were escorting on the border line."

Mo De Amon quietly clenched his fist and said in a low voice, "Those are just our own military supplies, the information you received is wrong."

At this time, another warlord followed up, "This is a war that concerns our lives, and we all have the right to receive the benefits that the alliance should have, instead of rushing up with guns like fools, while the benefits are pocketed by others! This is not fair!"

The warlords nodded one after another, all looking at Mo De Amon with suspicion.

The atmosphere in the meeting became very oppressive, full of distrust.

Mo De Amon was very unhappy in his heart. He clearly only received 80 million in military equipment, but he didn't know why he was thought to have taken 280 million.

But he knew clearly that he could not admit this matter even if he was beaten to death. Moreover, when did these damn guys start wearing the same pants?

As a cunning politician, he immediately adjusted his emotions and said, "I reiterate once again that this is Santos's trick to sow discord. I have not received any strategic supplies from him! However, I can assure you that as long as we have a victorious meeting on the border line, everyone can receive no less than 280 million in military equipment!! Because we are a military alliance that the First District cannot ignore! Gentlemen, we need to unite now, don't easily believe external rumors! I believe that everyone can carry out the alliance according to the previous agreement."

Palu thought for a while and said first, "Okay, General Mo De Amon, I have always respected you and believe that you will not lie. Based on the urgency of the war, I can let my troops come over first. But if we don't get what belongs to us after the war, I'm afraid... a lot of unknown things will happen."

Mo De Amon said with a smile, "Of course, my friend, thank you for your trust."

The meeting then continued. After about half an hour, everyone dispersed and began to carry out their orders.

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Palu got into his military vehicle, and the accompanying chief of staff couldn't help but ask, "General, he took far more than 280 million in military equipment!"

Palu lit a cigar and nodded, "Of course, this old guy eats from both sides, and I don't know how many benefits he has taken privately! This damn, greedy old dog! I hate him very much, but we should get the benefits given by the First District...!"

On the eve of the war, everyone was vaguely dissatisfied with Mo De Amon because of the military equipment. But based on the alliance relationship, mainly the benefits given by the First District, everyone still responded positively, but they still had their own thoughts.

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Juarez Town, the front-line base.

"Di Ling Ling!"

In the operations command room, Zhao Weihu and Wang Dingyuan were in a meeting when they suddenly received a video call from Santos.

In the screen, Santos went straight to the point and said, "Our side has received reliable intelligence that Mo De Amon has finished the war meeting and their troops are gathering! Should we launch an action against them now?"

Wang Dingyuan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, just stay put."

Santos was a little anxious, "Why do we have to wait for them to make the first move? They have at least 100,000 troops together! This is enough to disrupt the entire battlefield! If Juarez Town collapses, every inch of our homeland will fall into war!"

Wang Dingyuan said very decisively, "Politics is your job, and fighting is my job! Our mercenary group has participated in regime subversion wars, if not a thousand times, then eight hundred times! Please believe my judgment and don't cross-industry command!"

Santos couldn't help but remain silent for a long time, and finally said, "Okay, I believe your judgment."

The video communication was hung up. Wang Dingyuan turned to look at Zhao Weihu and said very solemnly, "I'm going to go all in. All the bets will be placed on the time nodes of today and tomorrow. Commander Zhao, I have no other requirements. Our Renmin Army must hold Juarez Town for more than 36 hours! As long as we hold on, many things can be revitalized!"

Zhao Weihu stretched out his hand and patted Wang Dingyuan's shoulder heavily, giving him a definite answer, "Don't worry, unless I die here. Otherwise, you will definitely not see an enemy in the inland within 36 hours."

After the two finished speaking, they gave each other a firm look. Wang Dingyuan then left Juarez Town with his men.