Mage Veigar

Chapter 744 Too late to regret
Compared to the annihilation of the main force of the rebels.

Hausman is now more worried about whether this place will be discovered by the Imperial Army.

If even this air-raid shelter was discovered, his life would most likely be in danger. After all, he had caused so much trouble for Foster, and he didn't think that anything good would come of it if he fell into Foster's hands.

But at this stage, he had no other choice.

The only thing Hausman could pray for now was that Vega and Coverdale could quickly take down the enemy's rear and force the Imperial Army to retreat quickly.

Also.

In order to attract the attention of the Imperial Army and also to delay it, Hausmann began to order the guerrilla army to prepare for action.

At this moment.

The imperial army was still immersed in the joy of a great victory, and finally annihilating the rebels and taking over the entire war city. They had no idea that there was a guerrilla army. Once the guerrilla army exerted its strength, it would definitely cause them great trouble.

In fact.

Foster was indeed immersed in the joy of victory.

Although he had not captured Housman, Coverdale, or even a few senior enemy officers so far, it didn't matter to him at all.

Because the main force of the rebels was completely wiped out.

Only a commander with a large army can be called a commander. A commander without any soldiers under his command is even worse than an ordinary person. What waves can he make?
Just keep the gates closed.

Both Housman and Coverdale were trapped in his trap.

"What a disappointment, Hausman."

Foster sat on the Diaoyutai, sighed with the attitude of a winner, and said: "In the past three years of military school, every assessment, every miraculous battle after graduation, you were so glorious. But today, you have fallen to this point."

"Do you think you can survive by resorting to urban warfare?"

"How ridiculous!"

Foster looked at the map of the War City with disdain, "This tactic is used for the first time, or against those officers who don't seek to make progress. Of course, it can work wonders, but do you think you can deal with me?"

While talking to himself.

Foster said proudly to the others, "You start organizing troops to guide the civilians who have taken refuge in the air-raid shelters to rebuild their homes. During this time, you must capture two important figures, Hausman and Coverdale, for me. I must find them alive or dead."

"Yes, Commander."

Everyone started their work with joyful expressions.

In the following period, the Imperial Army, which unilaterally believed that the rebels were finished and had no rivals in the empire, began to guide civilians to carry out post-war reconstruction work. At the same time, it posted a large number of notices in the city, wanted officers such as Hausman and Coverdale.

The Imperial Army completely relaxed its vigilance.

Just when the imperial army relaxed its vigilance, the venomous snake began to show its sharp fangs.

This evening.

The guerrillas began to move out.

These guerrillas could be harmless civilians, hotel owners, hawkers, old men in their fifties... and so on. With the cover of these professions, they can kill people easily.

Poisoning, assassination, deception...

Various means were used one after another. In just one night, the imperial army found that they had lost about 8,000 soldiers. These soldiers had one thing in common: they thought the war had been won and relaxed their vigilance.

The news soon reached Foster's ears.

He clenched his fists until they turned white. "Damn it, Hausman is not that simple. I just let my guard down a little bit, and you caused me such a huge loss in just one night."

"But these are just some little tricks that are not worthy of being shown on the stage."

There was a gleam of disdain in Foster's eyes: "Blindly imitating that brat will only make you bury your own talents. I thought you still had some potential, but now it seems that you are no different from those officers who have no ambition." Only incompetent people will blindly imitate.

Although Foster was also learning Vega's combat thinking, he had always been trying to break through Vega's combat thinking while learning, instead of just copying it like Hausman.

There are plenty of ways to crack something that has been copied.

Foster snorted and issued a series of counter-orders again: "Issue an order that civilians are prohibited from going out after 9 o'clock every night. Those who violate the regulations can be directly executed. In addition, the entire army is not allowed to relax their vigilance and is prohibited from acting alone."

"in addition."

"Rebuild the intelligence organization. No matter if you use coercion or inducement, you must dig out the remnants of the rebels for me."

Foster issued two consecutive orders to prevent his troops from suffering losses. At the same time, he used some soft tactics, hoping to dig out some of the remnants of the rebels and follow the clues.

But his main purpose was not this.

In Forster's view, humans are forgetful animals.

As time goes by, without regular secret gatherings, the guerrilla army hidden among the civilian population will slowly lose its cohesion and eventually collapse. If it fails in one month, it will become two months, and if it fails in two months, it will become a year...

As long as the time is long enough.

As long as Hausman and Coverdale can be found, these guerrilla forces will collapse.

That's right.

The guerrilla army is fighting with great passion, but once they learn that their leader has been captured, they will of course collapse.

It is not difficult to catch Houseman and Coverdale, as long as there is enough time...

"They are just a bunch of turtles in a jar."

Foster sneered and prepared to catch the turtle in the jar.

But what Foster didn't expect was that what he lacked was time.

If the entire city was blocked and a carpet search was carried out, the rebels would undoubtedly be defeated. Unfortunately, a piece of intelligence from a small town in Jersey made his plan fail.

"Commander, urgent news from Jersey City..."

The soldier looked at Foster cautiously and said, "Our rear was attacked by the rebels and all our supplies were burned."

boom.

The cup in his hand fell to the ground.

Foster stood up with his eyes wide open and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

No matter what.

He indeed never thought that the foolproof logistics base would be attacked.

You need to know that the logistics base is guarded by a legion. If you want to take down Jersey City, with the quality of the rebels, you must have more than one legion to have a chance to capture the city. And it is impossible for them to fail to detect such a large-scale marching plan.

"Report to me the number of enemy troops attacking the Jersey town."

"8, 8000." The soldier's face was full of fear.

boom!
Foster slammed his fist on the table. "Waste! Waste! A legion of soldiers can't stop a mob of half a division. What on earth is the Seventh Legion Commander doing? What kind of waste has the Empire raised?!"

It's over, it's over.

Foster sat back in his chair dejectedly, his face showing an angry look: "Three strategies in parallel, one to the point, so this is your real purpose? Houseman!"

(End of this chapter)