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

After three days of fighting, the position garrisoned by 50 soldiers of the Alliance Army has now become a Shura purgatory.

As you step into the battlefield, the strong and pungent smell of blood hits you in the face, like an invisible giant hand, strangling your throat, making you feel sick.

As far as the eye can see, there are broken limbs and bloody bodies, scattered all over the place, stacked up in layers, making it difficult to distinguish one from another.

The ground was soaked with blood and became muddy. When one stepped on it, thick blood would squeeze out from between the toes. The bright red liquid reflected a strange light under the sunlight.

The battlefield was littered with twisted and deformed weapons and equipment. Next to the broken rifle butt was a half-blasted arm, with the finger still tightly gripping the trigger; next to the overturned infantry fighting vehicle lay several charred bodies, their bodies burned beyond recognition by the high temperature, with only the fragments of military uniforms left on the ground barely revealing their former identities.

There were wreckages of tanks, their turrets blown off, their bodies riddled with holes, and the blood and flesh of the crew inside them splattered all over the place, mixed with the metal parts and unable to be distinguished from each other.

In the trenches of the position, more bodies were piled up.

The Alliance soldiers were in different postures, some maintained shooting postures, some curled up their bodies trying to avoid the artillery fire, and some hugged each other tightly, as if to keep each other warm in the last moments of their lives.

Their faces were frozen with fear, pain and despair, their eyes were wide open, as if they were still telling the cruelty of war. The walls of the trenches were splattered with blood and minced meat, and the dried blood outlined tragic pictures on the earth walls.

Not far away, a lone shell landed in the middle of a pile of corpses, and the dust raised by the explosion mixed with the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air. A few crows circled at low altitude, making hoarse calls, and occasionally swooped down to peck at the rotten meat on the ground.

On the battlefield, there were still some survivors, some of them were seriously wounded, lying on the ground dying, some were mentally broken, wandering among the corpses with empty eyes. His eyes were full of despair and helplessness.

"vomit!"

Even veterans couldn't help but feel nauseous when seeing this scene. Their stomachs churned and it was unbearable to watch.

"Damn it!"

As the commander of the 142nd Army Group, Ding Wei personally went to the battlefield after the soldiers finished cleaning the battlefield and witnessed the scene caused by this unprecedented war.

"50, a full 50. My 142nd Army took them all in three days," Ding Wei shook his head. "What kind of war is this? The enemy on the front line has been wiped out before I can even put my tactics into action."

"This is a battle where our tactics haven't even been put in place yet, but the frontline troops have already defeated the enemy. The commander who was supposed to have anticipated the enemy can only run behind his soldiers. Tell me, what kind of battle is this?"

"I say, Lao Ding, stop complaining."

Chief of Staff Chu He said, "In this battle, our 142nd Army performed a great deed and opened a big hole in the Alliance Army's Tutuul Defense Line. We cannot escape the first-class collective merit. As the commander, Ding Wei, you cannot escape the personal merit either."

"Pull him down!"

Ding Wei said with an unhappy look on his face, "Personal credit, what credit do I have?"

"Tell me, first of all, my tactical command didn't play a big role, and secondly, I didn't go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. What credit do I have? Don't make these things up, let the credit go to the soldiers. In this battle, we also sacrificed a lot of people."

"Yes!"

Chu He nodded and replied, "In this battle, our 142nd Army also suffered thousands of casualties. This is the largest loss our 142nd Army has suffered since the start of the war."

"Don't say anything," Ding Wei said, stepping on the dead body of an enemy soldier. "The pension must be paid in full. Our group army must also provide some subsidies. We still have some money in the account. We should use half to subsidize the soldiers."

"Don't worry about that," Chu He said, "I will arrange the pension."

"I heard," Chu He continued, "your old brother, Li Yunlong also made great contributions on the battlefield in the south. He killed a reorganized group army of the enemy alliance in four and a half hours."

"Old Li?"

Ding Wei looked at the chief of staff for a moment, then smiled and said, "This old guy has become a trump card like a treasure since our commander-in-chief transferred him from the Eastern Military Region. Who can you go to for justice?"

"Only Lao Li can wipe out an entire group army of the Alliance Army in four and a half hours, but you have to see," Ding Wei said jealously, "Among the ten major groups of the Northern Military Region, Lao Li's 141st Group Army is equipped with the most powerful firepower. If I had this firepower, if you give me three and a half hours, I would definitely be able to wipe out a reorganized group army of the Alliance Army."

"Haha."

Chu He knew his old partner's temper very well. He and Li Yunlong, Kong Jie, and Chu Yunfei were the only ones who would not submit to each other. They had been fighting since he was the regiment commander, and even now as the group army commander, he still couldn't change this habit.

"Let the soldiers clean up the battlefield quickly."

Ding Wei said, "We now have 5600 tanks and armored vehicles supported by the headquarters. We must use their strength to achieve greater results. Although Tutuul has millions of soldiers in the alliance army, it seems that it is not enough for us to eat. If we don't act quickly, we won't even have soup to drink later."

"Ah."

Chu He nodded and said, "In the current situation, our advantage is unquestionable. The Eastern Theater of the Alliance Army was almost crippled by us. Now the 350 million steel army that Tutuul boasted of is now only to at most."

"On the other hand, we have all ten major armies, more than 80 soldiers. If we divide them up, it won't be enough for us to eat."

"More than that!"

Ding Wei said, "If it weren't for the pressure from our commander-in-chief, we would still have 200 million reserve troops. Don't underestimate these reserve troops. They are also veterans who fought with us in the Sakura War. I heard that they are extremely anxious and have applied for combat time and time again, but were blocked."

"If we lose on the front line, these 200 million reservists will be like bandits. If they all rush to the front line, we won't even have soup or wind to drink."

"Now I see it."

Ding Wei said as he walked, "To be honest, this alliance army is not even on the same level as our Qin army. Let alone 2000 million or 3000 million, even if it's 5000 million, our Qin army can handle it."

"The Northern Military District alone has taken on no less than 500 million soldiers from the Alliance Army, and that's even if we're holding them back. If we let loose, we can take on 500 million, not to mention 1000 million."

"So, we have to keep up with the times. Now we have to fight fast and move quickly to get the meat."