Who will plant the land and how to ensure various productions?

France can't support it for much longer.

I asked someone to compile a summary. Last year alone, the total number of French casualties was around 1.5 million.

In other words, for every fifty French people, one was killed or wounded.

Tell me how to fight this battle."

"How many casualties do we have?" Master Ao suddenly thought of another question, that is, the total number of casualties in Ming Dynasty.

"Almost 400,000, and a little over 150,000 were killed.

The casualties were a bit higher, but the casualty exchange ratio was still very high.

The war has been going on for a full year, and our army has annihilated more than 3.2 million coalition forces.

This included the French, the Austro-Hungarian Allied Forces, and a small number of German troops.

By the way, they were still called Prussia at that time."

"More than 3.2 million people? Why do I feel there aren't that many?"

“The French are the big ones, and the rest of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Italians also contributed a lot.

The British and Germans are smarter and don't have many troops to annihilate."

"Are they conserving their strength?"

"Um!

Now it seems that the British and Germans are deceiving the French.

In fact, there are only French and Israelis on the battlefield now, and the Austro-Hungarian Empire is at war with us.

Other countries are just dealing with errands.

After the Italians captured Sicily, they had the idea of ​​​​surrendering.

I'm just afraid that if they surrender first, it will be difficult for them to live in Europe in the future.

The rest of the European countries are similar, with most of them working but not doing much.

Otherwise, our small strength, even with armored troops, will not be enough."

"hehe!

I, Lao Ao, am a rough man, and I don’t understand the national economic things you are talking about.

But I do find that the French are getting better and better at fighting.

Have you noticed that it is difficult for our armored assault to break through the French defense line?

The French army has made rapid progress in the war. If they have the same equipment as ours, I am worried that my men will not be able to defeat them."

"The Israelis are not easy to deal with, they are a bunch of guys with religious fanaticism.

On the European battlefield, they were the only ones who used explosive charges to blow up tanks on a large scale.

Like a madman."

"Didn't you say that we were negotiating with the Germans? Is there any result?"

"It's all a matter of deceiving each other, and there is no intention to have any results."

"Then you will send Dalin there?"

"Let the children also feel how hypocritical diplomacy is."

"You...!" Master Ao was also helpless.

While the two were talking, someone at the door held a telegram clip and shouted a report.

Li Xiao took the telegram holder, glanced at it, and frowned.

"What happened?"

"Germany has begun to launch an offensive from the northern front." Li Xiao handed the telegram in his hand to Ao Canghai.

After reading it, Ao Canghai was speechless for a while.

The person who sent the telegram was Stewie. Judging from his wording, the situation was not optimistic.

"I'm going to the northern front, and you should be ready to retreat.

If the German army opens a gap on the northern front, your position will be too prominent and you will have to retreat to ensure your flanks."

"We have no choice but to withdraw here, then Man Ye's southern line...!"

"They also have to withdraw, and the battle line will eventually return to Moscow and the Tsaritsyn line.

There is nothing we can do about this, we don't have that many troops to cover your flanks."

"Didn't that call back again?"

"What should we do? There are many people.

The Germans had been recuperating on the northern front, and their losses were very small.

The Russian army is seriously short of troops on the northern front, and our troops are also insufficient.

They launched an attack on the northern front, and we could only retreat again and again.

Finally, we retreated to the city walls of Moscow and relied on the strong city of Moscow to fight with them."

"Like Tsaritsyn?"

"Yes, just like Tsaritsyn."

"Wouldn't Moscow be destroyed?"

"If it's destroyed, it's destroyed. It's no big deal."

"...!"

Ao Ye began to order the troops to retreat in an orderly manner.

Originally, the troops had a plan to retreat if they could not hold on to Kursk, but now they have just turned the plan on paper into reality.

The old monkey was still sleeping when the correspondent ran in.

"Company Commander, Company Commander, we have been informed from above that we are preparing to retreat."

"Retreat?" The old monkey was stunned for a moment when he heard the news. He didn't expect to receive an order to retreat.

"Yes, order to retreat. However, our company has to cut off the entire regiment's rear.

The regiment sent an artillery battalion to support us, and we must hold the position for twelve hours.

We can't retreat until twelve hours later."

"Twelve hours, we are the only company?" The old monkey's eyes widened. There was no regiment retreating, and only his company fell behind.

After quitting this job, you will be sold out if you are not careful.

If you are really stuck by the enemy, you won't be able to escape even if you want to.

"I don't know. Anyway, the order says that we can't retreat until after eight o'clock in the evening."

"Holy shit!" The old monkey suddenly jumped up from the bed, frightening the naked Ukrainian girl to scream again and again.

"Blow the trumpet, and the whole company must assemble into position."

The old monkey began to look for pants in a hurry, while the Ukrainian girl next to him held a quilt to protect her chest.

What are you talking about!

The old monkey didn't quite understand, nor did he want to understand.

He casually grabbed two boxes of canned luncheon meat from the table, and took out a bag of compressed biscuits and threw them to the girl.

After putting on his pants and putting on his armed belt, he ran outside.

The military bugle for emergency assembly has sounded, and the soldiers are running out of the prefabricated houses in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" Ding San ran out of his house.

"Damn it, I don't know what's going on, I have to retreat.

We have to stay behind and break up the entire group's rear.

Damn it, grandma, all the dirty and tiring work falls on our heads.

Next time, let that bastard captain give you a proper explanation."

He speaks with his mouth, but his hands are unambiguous.

After putting on the armed belt, I checked the bullets in the ammunition pouch.

"Count, count!"

Ding San shouted and asked the platoon leaders to report their numbers.

The whole company was expected to have 136 men, but actually there were 131.
To be continued...