Many officers of the Iran Hill Empire don't actually know how to fight, and even some high-ranking officers don't know how to fight.

In the past, war was a mysterious skill that not many people could master, not to boast, in fact, in the past, commanding war was almost the exclusive skill of the aristocracy.

If you want to be a qualified general, you basically have to use human life, use real actual combat, combined with a large number of ancestral military documents, and pile them up day after day.

It's a pity that the generals, officers, and even soldiers of the Irlanhill Empire did not have such treatment.

After all, it has only been nine years since the rise of the Iran Hill Empire! In the past nine years, although Alan Hill has been fighting, there are not many bloody battles in the real sense.

A large number of generals of the Irlanhill Empire are actually very elegant, they quickly graduate from the military academy, and then, like a clerk, are assigned to the army, working hard for their wages in their posts.

Every day, some of them look at a computer, change some data in the form above, then print it out, submit the report to the officer in the other department for signature, and then send the officer of the third department to the barracks to check the surplus and check whether the quantity can be reconciled with the accounts......

Ten years ago, this kind of thing could not have been called a war. Such a person could not be called an officer at that time.

But now, such a person can even have the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulders, and it is possible that he has not even touched the gun once from enlistment to retirement - there is definitely shooting training, just firing at the enemy, it is unlikely......

It is understandable that this situation in the logistics troops has occurred, but the front-line combat units of the Irlanhill Empire, in fact, many officers and soldiers are not very good at fighting.

In the days when they joined the army and went to the front, war had become a different story. The battle that began in the Irlanhill Empire has long been a far cry from the past.

Commanders no longer have to rack their brains to imagine what kind of conspiracy the enemy is going to use, the large-scale detours of the cavalry, the large-scale transfer of supplies, will be clearly seen by the air reconnaissance and satellite reconnaissance of the Irlanhill Empire.

For these commanders, the tactics that the enemy commanders racked their brains to come up with were no longer a secret almost as soon as they began to be implemented.

Staff departments at all levels will clearly analyze the enemy's movement objectives and rely on computers to clearly predict the enemy's most likely tactical arrangements.

And then what? Holding a large pile of documents, photos, and maps that had been touched by countless people, the military commander gave orders to mobilize his troops and carry out the most reasonable response.

If this can be lost, it will almost be intolerable - not to mention, the front-line combat troops of the Irlanhill Empire have long since opened a huge gap with their opponents.

It's a chasm that can't be caught up! With automatic weapons in hand, bulletproof vests, and steel helmets, the soldiers of the Ellanhill Empire enjoy the best supplies and can call in the most powerful fire support.

Even they don't have to go to the front line to fight in person, drones and missiles can destroy the enemy's defense line, so that the other side can panic all day, and when the ground forces arrive, it is basically a state of surrender tourism.

So, when the battle on the outskirts of Witholands began, the space began to shatter, the drones suffered heavy losses, and most of them lost control, the ground forces of the Irlanhill Empire were a little overwhelmed.

A battalion commander could not get the battlefield information fed back by the front-line drone, so he grabbed the phone with a confused face and asked his superiors if he wanted to continue the attack.

His superiors were also extremely depressed, because they couldn't confirm the battlefield environment at all, so he didn't dare to let his troops react too aggressively. In the end, he could only contact the division headquarters and call for useless fire support.

Countless rockets crashed into the distorted spatial walls, and the smoke from the explosion made the entire battlefield look like the end of the world, but the useful news still didn't come back at all.

"Hello? Feed! Two A-10 fighters of the Air Force have lost contact! I want to know where they crashed! Here's a follow-up to the search! Right! Right! What the? You don't know either? A liaison officer was in a makeshift tent, growling into the phone.

On the other side of the phone, the commander of the Air Force was also in a state of disgrace: "We sent two helicopters!" The weather conditions were so bad! Our search is limited! ”

"Where's the black box? What about signals? In the ground command, the liaison officer under the military department continued to ask.

"Space magic has cut off the signal source, and we've lost dozens of drones!" When the commander over there mentioned this, he was even more depressed.

"Who has battlefield images of drones?" On the other side, an officer covered the telephone receiver and shouted at the top of his voice to his colleagues in the entire command.

"The drones of the third battalion still have contact, but there is no way to observe the battlefield situation! The drone reconnaissance team of the 2nd Battalion of the front line could not be contacted. An officer anxiously surveyed how many unmanned reconnaissance aircraft they had left, and gave a not very optimistic answer: "We lost half of our drones!" Now the entire battlefield intelligence network has collapsed! ”

"Hurry up! Take off a spare drone! General Heidi Kanon is waiting for the information to be gathered! The mourning voice of the officer holding the telephone receiver made the atmosphere in the whole tent even more anxious.

An officer with the rank of colonel on his shoulder walked over, snatched the telephone receiver in the other party's hand, and replied in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, the reconnaissance battalion has no extra drones...... Yes! Yes...... The current battlefield is chaotic, and we have no way to guarantee follow-up reconnaissance operations. ”

"According to the news from the Air Force, the 4 fighter planes they took off are overlooking the entire battlefield, and the clouds are thick, and they can't see anything clearly." Not far away, an officer excitedly raised his arm to signal that he had some information here.

The colonel, who was still holding the telephone receiver and had no time to put it down, quickly asked, "Can you let them get closer?" ”

The officer who raised his arm to report shook his head: "No, the news from the Air Force says that there are still dense clouds at the descending altitude, and they are taking off a plane with a professional reconnaissance pod." ”

"Let the rocket artillery unit fire another reconnaissance rocket! Try to see if there is a chance to restore the image signal over the battlefield! The colonel nervously ordered.

"The rocket unit replied that they had just fired a communications reinforcement rocket a minute earlier, crashing into a barrier formed by space magic......" replied the officer in charge of liaison.

"Then let them launch again!" The colonel shouted desperately.