Macho Wars

Therefore, whether it is for the face of the empire or the relationship between the two sides, Haran, who is known for his bravery and fearlessness, cannot sit back and watch.

So he made a decisive move and made a very bold move, which was to make his fleet turn around, not go to Port Pandora, and move directly to the Eleventh District.

Under the leadership of Harlan, the First Fleet slammed into the typhoon circle head-on and moved forward bravely in the huge waves.

His staff had tried to dissuade him from taking this risk.Although the first fleet is all big ships, the typhoon is not a joke, and battleships of tens of thousands of tons may not be able to enlist the wrath of nature!

But Haran had made up his mind, and if he didn't listen to any dissuasion, the others could only bite the bullet and accompany him to their lives.

Fortunately, God moved a trace of compassion towards these reckless people. The number of typhoons was not as violent as previously predicted by the meteorological department.

Although the first fleet was shaken hard enough, all sailors felt that they had become Lantern Festival, but the fleet rushed out of the wind and waves after all.

In this way, it took only ten days for the First Fleet to successfully reach the Zhibodan Islands. Although all ships were damaged to varying degrees, they still had combat effectiveness.

Their arrival reversed the entire battle on Dragon Palace Island in one fell swoop.Dragon took advantage of the opportunity to launch a counterattack, and together with the defenders of the fortress on the top of the mountain, launched a pincer attack on the principality army in the middle of the island.

Without the commander, there is no superior firepower to rely on, and even the back road does not exist.

The soldiers of the Principality Army who had been abandoned on the island fell into despair collectively. Even though their number was still three times that of the Imperial Army, they were also collapsed. They threw down their weapons and surrendered to the Imperial Army.

Dragon recovered the entire Dragon Palace Island within a few hours and captured more than a thousand prisoners.

This ten-day battle finally ended with the victory of the Imperial Army.Dragoon’s regiment paid a heavy price for this. Except for the first infantry battalion stationed on the outer islands, the second and third infantry battalions, the tank battalion and the troops directly under the regiment were all hit hard.

More than 1,000 soldiers were killed in the entire regiment, and more than 800 others were injured. In fact, some seriously wounded people have not escaped the dangerous period. Even if they survive by luck, their bodies may suffer lifelong disabilities.

The empire has not done well enough to protect veterans. The military will only provide a one-time pension as appropriate, and then remove these disabled soldiers from the army.

Those who are originally from a wealthy family and have fathers, brothers and sisters, at least return to their hometowns, they can still have relatives to take care of them in the second half of their lives.

Thinking of those who were already dead, and those who might not be as good as dead, Dragoon even diminished the joy of victory.

Chapter 208

On the day the battle ended, Major Horn, the commander of the 1st Infantry Battalion, returned to Dragon Palace Island by boat.

This veteran and respectful middle-aged officer took the initiative to come to Dragon to plead guilty, feeling very guilty for not being able to help at a critical moment.

Dragon comforted the other party with a good word, after all, things really can't blame him.When the Principality's fleet hit the door, Horn's first battalion was policing Huatian Island, and it was Dragon who ordered them to stand still.

If Yiying really desperately rushed back to Longgong Island for reinforcements, nine out of ten of them would be spotted by enemy warships while they were in the sea, and then wiped out on the sea.

"Well, Major Horn, don't blame yourself too much. You are not responsible for this situation. Moreover, if you and your people stay outside to maintain local law and order, we have worked hard for more than half a year. , May be in vain."

"But compared with the brothers in the other camps, we really seem to have escaped."

"Trust me, no one would think that way."

Smiling and patted Horn on the shoulder, Dragon asked Horn about the situation of the locals on the outer islands during the fighting, and learned that no serious incident had occurred, and a few riots were quickly smashed by the first battalion.

It is worth mentioning that the police force composed of local people performed well in this incident.

Dragon once worried about the reliability of the loyalty of these "doglegs". Will he immediately defect to the new owner as soon as he sees the imperial army being suppressed.

But at this time, the remnant party of the old lord suddenly appeared and released a wave of "assists."They spread rumors on various islands that these outsiders who attacked the Imperial Army were specially invited reinforcements for them to drive away the Imperials and help the old lords restore their dominance.

As a result, the originally shaken police force instantly became the strongest guard of the Empire.They would rather die in battle than the cruel old lord to return.

Dragon's tenacious performance on Dragon Palace Island also gave them great confidence, and finally waited for the powerful reinforcements of the empire.

For this reason, Dragun asked Horn to draft a list of commendations as soon as possible, and prepare to set up a few "advanced pacesetters" in the police force to enhance cohesion.

The war is over, but many related matters brought about by the war still need to be resolved by the leader of Dragon.These messy things made him even more tired than when he was in the war, and he was busy for three whole days.

After he finally settled the affairs of the island, the military area command gave him a new job and asked him to organize the detailed process of the military conflict into a report.Three days later, the Navy’s First Fleet will send a battleship to take Princess Alicia and the exiled Tarrance royal family back to Port Pandora, and his report must be sent back together.

So Dragon, who had dealt with official duties, could only drag his tired body back to the temporary office in the cave, sitting in front of the typewriter, racking his brains to write reports.For a moment, he even felt that fighting was easier.

To be reasonable, such things as combat reports are generally based on the results of the war, either as an application form for subordinates to appeal to their superiors, or as a review book for pushing the pot.And since Dragon had won the battle and completed the task assigned by his superiors beautifully, it was naturally a bunch of flowers that could be written, so he could blow for himself.

Dragon can write "the official stereotype", thank the empire a lot, thank the emperor a lot, and give him infinite courage in the hardest time of the battle.No one will blame him for writing a little fake, after all, everyone does it.The superior may be happy after seeing it, and promotion and wealth may be just around the corner.

But Dragon didn't want to do this. Although he hoped that this report could be a stepping stone for his promotion, he hoped that it would also strive for the glory of those comrades who are still alive and who have died.

So after sorting out his thoughts, Dragon began to write the real combat report seriously, without exaggerated and sensational praise, and no deliberately exaggerated data.

Everything is close to reality, strive for truth!

Dragon tried his best to restore the full picture of this ten-day war in words.

This kind of realistic and detailed report is naturally very boring to write. He must try to recall everything he has experienced before and try to perfect the details.

Dragoon was so obsessed with the codewords that he unknowingly wrote until the evening, but the report only came out a few pages, less than one-third of the overall content.

At this time, Lanno and Barak knocked on the door and walked in. They didn't know where to get a hot roasted chicken. It seemed that they wanted to borrow Dragon's office "again".

When they first met, Dragon thought that Lanno was a very reserved guy, with a low-key melancholy aristocratic temperament.But after getting along for a long time, I discovered that this is actually a very boring guy in his bones.

Later, he met Roebuck. Although their identities were quite different, they were surprisingly similar in personalities, so they got along well in private, and often gathered three or five friends for a drink.

After the two crept into the room, they smiled slyly at Dragon. Dragon raised his head and frowned and glanced at the two guys. Without saying anything, he lowered his head and continued to write his combat report.

Roebuck came to the cabinet familiarly and took out a bottle of wine and three small glasses from the secret compartment inside.When Lanno saw Dragon knocking on the typewriter with a serious face, he looked at him curiously.

"Combat report?"

"Emmm..."

Dragon snorted noncommittal, then stopped, got up and went to the roast chicken that Lanno and the others had brought, unceremoniously tore off a chicken leg, and gnawed.

He hasn't eaten dinner yet to write a report.

When Lanno saw this, his expression was a little subtle.He turned his head to look at Roebuck who was pouring aside, who gave him a meaningful smile.The meaning behind the smile could not be more clear.

Only the strong can have the remaining leg!

Relying on the superiority of the senior official, Dragon was gnawing on chicken thighs while chatting with them about the report he was writing, and he was soliciting opinions from them.

Roebuck, the elder of the elementary school diploma, naturally has nothing to say. He doesn't even know how to write something like a combat report that sounds tall.

After Lannuo listened, he nodded thoughtfully and implicitly expressed his opinion.

"How you write...I'm not saying you didn't write well, but the big guys on it read it, but they may not be happy!"

"But I just want to write that."

Dragoon patted the report he had already written, his face nonchalant.