Chapter 46 Heated Argument

Inside the command tent, Modamon's generals and warlords were engaged in a fierce argument.

Half an hour earlier, they had received reports of the Blackwater Legion attacking the Xinlai region, which worried many warlords who feared losing the alliance's base camp.

Modamon sat at the head of the table, his brow furrowed, not saying a word.

The officers in front of him, gathered around, were already in a chaotic argument, each refusing to give way.

Some suggested that since they had already arrived in Guada City, they should continue the attack and take the border town as quickly as possible! Once Santos' government was defeated, the enemy's offensive would surely collapse!

But others were more pessimistic, believing they should immediately return to aid the Xinlai region. Their force simply couldn't withstand the attacks from Mo's official army, coupled with the encirclement by the Western Expeditionary Force.

Only by securing the base camp could they maintain their fighting strength and survive.

Besides them, there was a third voice present. Some generals believed they should stay put and defend their position, resisting the encirclement of two to three hundred thousand troops while waiting for the rebels to advance into Guada City.

The argument grew more intense, even descending into vulgar insults. Modamon heard words like "bitch" and "pig" thrown about.

After contemplating for a long time, Modamon finally couldn't sit still. He strained his voice and shouted, "Alright, shut up!"

The scene remained chaotic, with everyone still fervently insulting each other's parents and ancestors.

Calmly, Modamon drew a pistol from the guard's waist, aimed it at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang!"

The two gunshots caused the red-faced, arguing men to stop and look at him.

Once everyone was quiet, Modamon slowly said, "They haven't attacked us yet, and no shells have landed on our heads. Why are you all so panicked?! Like a bunch of ants!"

Palu looked at Modamon and asked directly, "Commander-in-chief, do you have an idea?"

"Yes," Modamon nodded and continued, "My decision is to stay put and defend our position."

A wave of murmurs immediately rippled through the room, and many people shook their heads.

Modamon said sternly, "Silence!! Let me finish!"

The crowd slowly quieted down, and Modamon continued, "Gentlemen, we currently have a force of one hundred thousand troops in our hands, and you should all be aware of their combat capabilities. Now, we can either choose to attack Guada City, but there are still twenty to thirty thousand defenders there, as well as robust defensive measures. Once we are bogged down, we won't be able to retreat or advance. Personally, I don't think we can take Guada in the short term. Even if we do break through, we'll only be able to occupy their forward military base, and we won't necessarily be able to capture Santos alive, after all, he's not stupid. When our shells bombard Guada City, he will escape by helicopter."

Hearing this, the room became even quieter.

Modamon glanced at everyone, then looked at Palu again, and said, "So, is it feasible to return to aid the Xinlai region? Of course not! Because we need at least ten hours of marching time. To put it simply, if we stay here to defend, we will be a fist! But if we return to Xinlai, on the long march, our force of one hundred thousand troops will be stretched into a thin line! It will be dispersed! And the enemy can launch countless attacks on this pitiful thin line! Once our troops are cut off, the corps will immediately collapse, and no one will be able to reverse our defeat!"

Palu wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, then sat back down.

Modamon paused and continued, "The road is too long, so we won't go back. There is only one way to turn defeat into victory, and that is to defend! With our one hundred thousand troops stationed here, fighting to the death, they won't be able to devour us in a short time! If their main force of three hundred thousand troops returns to attack us, the rebels will advance into the inland with irresistible force, forming an encirclement from the inside and outside with us! And Santos' three hundred thousand troops will be buried on the border of Guada City! Gentlemen, I have spent half my life in the military. Please trust my judgment!"

The emotions of the crowd gradually calmed down, and they agreed with Modamon's words.

After all, this old warlord had risen through warfare, and his command ability was still reliable. He had spent his entire life fighting and could be considered a practical general.

Therefore, his judgment and reasoning at this moment were sound.

Thus, the Western Military Alliance, led by Modamon, began to defend in place, preparing to engage the enemy!

...

At the same time, Wang Dingyuan, through the command system in Mo's official army base, connected the Zhao Wei Tiger unit of the Renmin Army, his own Western Expeditionary Force, and all the troops of Mo's official army, and delivered a passionate speech to the entire army.

"Hello everyone, I am Wang Dingyuan, commander of the Western Expeditionary Force! At the same time, I am also the commander-in-chief of this campaign! I now represent Mo's official army government, the Dragon City Renmin Army Corps, and the Western Expeditionary Force to inform you that, starting immediately, all units, at the battalion level, do not need to accept the command of your superiors, but after reporting your combat intentions, you can independently launch attacks on the enemy! During this period, if anyone can kill an enemy commander above the regimental level, they will receive the most direct rewards and commendations! At the same time, if any unit can cut off Modamon's head, they will be promoted five ranks directly! If they can capture other warlord generals from Modamon's command, they will be promoted four ranks! In addition, for significant meritorious service, after the general headquarters assesses, convincing promotions and rewards will also be given, and promises will never be broken! Any unit, any armed force, can do this! Comrades, within two days, we must end the war in Guada City! Let these hundreds of thousands of rebels who have invaded Mo's mainland be scattered to the sea!!"

All the soldiers on the entire battlefield heard Wang Dingyuan's voice, and they discussed it, extremely excited.

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On the Huarei Town blocking defense line.

In one of the trenches, a young man wearing a battalion commander armband was lying in the trench, taking off the metal wine pot hanging on his waist and taking a big gulp.

The young man was about twenty-five or six years old, very young, with a gleam in his eyes.

The sound of artillery and gunfire continued in the distance, and the enemy was still slowly advancing.

At this moment, the deputy battalion commander ran over, kicked the young man's butt, and whispered, "Xiao Xing, stop drinking! The fighting in front is over, we have to retreat!"

Xiao Xing took another gulp, turned his head and asked, "Lao Qian, did you hear the speech to the whole army just now?"

Deputy Battalion Commander Lao Qian nodded and said, "I heard it, what's wrong?"

Xiao Xing smiled and said, "Don't you think this order is a little interesting?"

Lao Qian smelled a familiar scent and couldn't help but look at him warily, "What are you going to do?"

Xiao Xing immediately said, "Didn't that Commander Wang just say that any team can leave their position and launch an attack on the enemy! It's not interesting to stay here and fight, it's just a blocking battle, and we're always retreating. Let's go, let's make a big score!"

Lao Qian paused, bent down and lay in the trench, snatched the wine pot, and became interested: "Say it, where are we going to score?"

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There will be another chapter around nine o'clock!