Yan Fangxu’s words left his political commissar, Nelson, speechless.
The casualty report was updated daily, and Nelson could see it too. Those numbers were absolutely horrifying in his eyes.
The battle damage ratio produced by the Alliance looked very favorable.
Against those mechanical monsters, the soldiers of the Alliance could achieve an exchange ratio of one to three, or even one to four.
But…regrettably, the Alliance had only an army of two hundred fifty thousand, almost the entire mobilizable force of the whole Alliance. In comparison, their enemies were seemingly endless.
Although the cyborgs needed to be mechanically modified from the civilians in the west of the mainland; mechanical dogs, drones, unmanned tanks, all required industrial capacity for manufacturing. Regardless of the manufacturing process, difficulty, or cycle, the cost of producing a machine was clearly established.
But every soldier of the Alliance needed a mother to carry them for ten months and then grow up for another ten or twenty years.
This simply couldn’t be measured from the same perspective.
“We can request support from the Imperial Navy, the Blade Tiger can use an orbital strike to bomb the enemy’s logistical hub and achieve the same objectives…”
Nelson was still pallidly making some counter arguments, attempting to dismiss Yan Fangxu’s plan from other aspects.
But in fact, he couldn’t even fully convince himself.
Because deep down, he actually agreed with what Yan Fangxu was saying.
Sure enough, as the conversation went on, Yan Fangxu just added one more reason, which finally made Nelson give up resisting.
“Just bombing alone cannot solve all the problems. The Blade Tiger’s firepower has its limits in terms of coverage area, and at the logistical center centered around Scorpion Tail Oasis, our intelligence officers have reported back that all logistical supply points there are camouflaged and dispersed, making the conditions for orbital bombardment extremely poor.
Bombing for an entire day might not yield any significant results. Our intelligence officers do not have an easy time surviving behind enemy lines; they can’t possibly have the conditions to investigate every supply distribution point to distinguish the real from the fake. Being able to outline the approximate areas is already quite commendable.”
“That’s not the job of the Imperial Navy, nor the Allied Air Force. They can’t do this; only we can. Only our most valiant warriors can carve out a broad road with a torrent of steel and a surge of artillery fire, marching right into the face of the enemy. By then, the mechanical monsters’ logistical supplies, whether dispersed or camouflaged, will be unable to hide from us!”
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After hearing all this, what more could Nelson say?
In the end, all he could do was sigh heavily and tragically choose to sign his name on Yan Fangxu’s plan.
Then, he went out eagerly to assemble the troops.
Watching his retreating figure, Yan Fangxu smiled silently and helplessly.
He was actually very clear about the morale of the entire army.
From generals to officers, and then to the ordinary non-commissioned officers and soldiers, the Alliance had fought many wars, big and small, since its establishment, achieving victory every time.
Victory nurtured the warriors’ mindset, allowing them to fear no hardship, believing in the significance of their sacrifices, trusting that victory would eventually arrive; but it also bred a group of ‘arrogant and fierce warriors’. Over the past half-month, they had grown thoroughly tired of engaging in small-scale combats with those mechanical monsters.
Although they were always able to gain the upper hand, this was not the certainty of victory they desired.
The strongest weapons in the soldiers’ hands, steel and discipline, couldn’t be maximized in such battles.
They could neither drive the powerful steel chariots, forming a torrent that would overwhelm the enemy; nor could they rely on steel-like will and discipline to fight the enemy on a large-scale battlefield, battling at the front lines within the firing range of cannons.
Now, they could only split into small groups and engage in limited combat with those mechanical monsters, which was truly pitting flesh and blood against steel.
Feeling stifled was quite normal.
The warriors needed an opportunity for a frontal assault, to vent this repressed frustration.
The morale was high, and there was indeed a strategic need, hence Yan Fangxu proposed such a grand strategy.
He made a backup of the relevant documents and then boarded the Wind Falcon returning to Revival City. At the appointed time, he reported to Mr. Gu.
Such a significant matter obviously required reporting.
Although, when previously receiving his appointment, Mr. Gu made it clear that he was the highest-ranking person in charge of the Alliance Army on the western front and had full command authority over strategy.
This symbolized Mr. Gu’s trust, but Yan Fangxu couldn’t really take advantage of it irresponsibly.
How to fight, the specifics of tactical arrangements, these of course were not Mr. Gu’s concern. However, the core question of ‘whether to fight or not’ was something he couldn’t decide lightly on his own.
He must obtain explicit authorization.
This presentation in Revival City lasted a full hour and a half, and he spoke with a tinge of nervousness.
No matter how solid his reasons were, it was indeed a strategic approach contrary to Mr. Gu’s initial plan, and he also feared that Mr. Gu would be displeased, deny approval, and reprimand him severely.
But none of that happened.
Even the operation codename was left unattended, as Mr. Gu simply signed the document titled ‘Operation Flash Tail’ with a flourish.