Warlords: I just made a little fortune, but I didn’t build a country.

In the Northern Military Region, Yuan Zhan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, was discussing tactics with Chief of Staff Dai Minghui on how to defend against the attacks of the Allied forces, how to march into Tsarist Russia, and take the initiative.

"Old Wang."

Yuan Zhan waved his hand and said to the senior staff, "Today's dishes are still the same. According to the parameters sent by the Intelligence Department, launch 1.2 Red Arrow Type missiles to attack the Eastern Theater of the Alliance Army."

"Yes, Commander."

After the order from the senior staff was passed down, the missile troops began to locate according to the parameters. Most of these parameters were locations of food, oil, logistics bases, reserve warehouses, etc., which were all key targets, especially storage warehouses, which contained a large amount of cotton. Because it was March and the north was very cold, cotton-padded clothes were important strategic materials, as well as special medicines, etc.

The five million troops would consume more than 500 million kilograms of food in one day. On the first day, tens of millions of kilograms of food were destroyed in the Eastern Theater. That was from more than granaries. The Eastern Theater divided the granaries into hundreds of medium-sized granaries to prevent them from being destroyed all at once.

After all, if five million troops had no food to eat, it would be extremely fatal.

Yuan Zhan saw this point very clearly. If the urine of every soldier of five million could form a river, then the daily consumption would be an astronomical figure. Now that the main transportation routes have been destroyed and the transportation of food and supplies is difficult, then the eastern theater of the alliance army will collapse.

Just think about it, five million troops in the freezing weather at the front line, with no food, no warm clothes, no oil or ammunition, no supplies at all. At this time, too many people will only become a burden.

If missiles were used to attack people at this time, it would undoubtedly prove that Yuan Zhan was not a qualified commander, because people are alive and objects are dead. If missiles were used to attack people, even if the Eastern Theater lost hundreds of thousands of people, how big a loss would it be for the 2000 million soldiers of the Allied Forces?

In the command center of the Northern Military District, on a huge electronic screen flashed the precise coordinates of 55 medium-sized granaries, dozens of arsenals, and several logistics support depots under the Eastern Theater of the Alliance Army.

Military region commander Yuan Zhan and chief of staff Dai Minghui are watching the missile launch process. Their Northern Military Region has 17 Red Arrow III missiles, and all of these 17 missiles will be cleared out in the next few days.

Because in the next war, the main weapons will be the Red Arrow Type 5 and Red Arrow Type 7, with the Red Arrow Type 9 as the auxiliary. The performance of the Red Arrow Type 3 is average, and they are all obsolete products left over from production several years ago. They have to be cleared out, and now it is more suitable to use it to fight the enemy in the Eastern Theater.

“5、4、3、2、1，发射！”

Following the order from the missile commander, a raging flame spurted out from the tail of the first missile, and the powerful thrust instantly sent it into the sky.

Then, the second, third, and so on missiles were launched one after another, and the entire base was covered with flames and thick smoke. 1.2 missiles will be launched in batches to carry out a saturation missile attack on the enemy's Eastern Theater within one day.

"Whoosh whoosh."

Missiles flew towards the target of the Eastern Theater of the Alliance Army like a dense flock of fire crows. In the air, they left behind brilliant trails, like sharp blades cutting through the darkness.

At this time, the 55 medium-sized granaries in the Eastern Theater of the Alliance Army were quiet because these granaries were the last food supply for the Eastern Theater. If there was a problem with the food, the five million troops on the front line would really starve.

In order to prevent being discovered by the Qin Empire, no soldiers can be seen outside these granaries. They are all guarding underground in the dark, for fear of being discovered by the Qin Empire.

In the granary, grains were piled up like mountains, emitting a faint wheat aroma. The granary guards had no idea of ​​the impending disaster. They were either playing cards or chatting in the underground duty room. Dozens of arsenals and logistics support warehouses were also quiet, with various weapons, ammunition and supplies neatly placed, waiting to be transported to the battlefield.

However, this calm did not last long. Thousands of missiles approached the target at a very fast speed. The first to arrive were 55 medium-sized grain silos. Missiles fell like raindrops, and explosions occurred one after another.

"Boom."

A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky and flames shot up into the sky.

The granary was instantly reduced to ruins by the missile attack. The grain was swept up into the sky by the air waves and then fell like snowflakes.

Then, missiles attacked dozens of arsenals. The arsenals stored a large amount of weapons and ammunition, and the missiles triggered a chain reaction. Various shells and bombs were continuously detonated in the explosion, and the explosion was deafening.

"boom!"

The flames lit up half the sky, and the entire arsenal area turned into a sea of ​​fire. The weapons reserves of the Alliance Army suffered heavy losses in this attack, and many advanced weapons and equipment were destroyed, greatly reducing their combat effectiveness.

Later, several logistics support warehouses were also affected. Logistics support warehouses store various daily necessities, medical supplies and maintenance equipment, which are important supports for maintaining the normal operation of the army.

The missile attack flattened these warehouses, and the supplies were destroyed or scattered all over the ground. The soldiers' daily necessities, medical treatment for the wounded and sick, and the maintenance of weapons and equipment were all severely affected, and the logistics system of the entire coalition army was paralyzed.

In the command center of the Northern Military Region, Yuan Zhan quietly watched the screen without any expression on his face. He had long anticipated the success of this attack. But he knew that the war was far from over, and his battle plan had just begun.

"Notify all troops to step up their alert and be prepared to deal with enemy counterattacks!" Yuan Zhan's voice rang out again, firm and powerful.

After the Northern Military District launched 1.2 missiles, Miley Arthur, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Theater, had his eyelids twitching wildly and was yelling nonsense, but he still couldn't stop the missiles from attacking crazily.

"Damn, how many missiles does the Qin Empire have!"

Miley Arthur now feels a little regretful. He regrets using missile attacks on the northern military region of the Great Qin Empire. It is like pressing a trigger button. Now the Great Qin Empire is continuously punching in on time every day to launch missile attacks on his eastern theater.

"Commander-in-Chief, something terrible has happened."

Day three.

"Commander-in-Chief, this is bad."

"Day four."

"Commander-in-Chief, it's over."

The senior staff officer came to Miles Arthur with a sad face and shouted, "Our food is all used up. The soldiers have nothing to eat."

"Now all our transportation routes have been destroyed by the missiles of the Qin Empire. The logistics department is unable to provide us with food supplies. Now we can only ask the headquarters for help."