The actions of the four major legions require discussions between the four marshals. If they are in battle and in a crisis, their orders are likely to have conflicts. If chaos arises, it will be extremely terrible for the entire army.

For this reason, all the four marshals stayed in the rear and kept a distance from the soldiers in front. In this way, their orders could be conveyed through the messenger only after they were fully agreed upon, and some differences could be effectively eliminated.

Although this command method will delay the transmission of commands, it also has many advantages, at least it can ensure that the command is correct.

As for the delay in the messaging, among the 200,000 legions, this degree of delay is nothing.

The legion was still moving forward, and soon a spy came to report to the four marshals, saying that there were enemy troops ahead, and there were some iron lumps, similar to defensive equipment.

Because the four marshals were in the rear and across the entire legion, they could not see clearly what was going on ahead, but this did not affect their orders.

Immediately, several marshals were about to order the entire legion to launch a charge.

At this time, Marshal Laush Tyrand was still very careful and asked more: "How many people are there on the other side, and what kind of troops are they?"

The spy was a little hesitant when he heard this. Of course, he could not see clearly the situation in the tank. In fact, he did not see it alone, because all Eugen's soldiers were in the tank.

However, he only thought that his vision was blocked and could not see clearly. He did not dare to say that he had not seen it. He could only say with an estimate: "Their defense line is not long, and at most it will not exceed ten thousand people."

This sentence is absolutely fine. Eugen's army had only nine thousand people, scattered among three thousand tanks.

The commanders didn't think much about it. They also learned about the enemy's strength before the war started. Indeed, under such circumstances, it was not easy for the other party to gather 10,000 soldiers.

Lausch Tyrande had nothing to say, so he had to agree.

So, the order for the entire army to attack was passed out, starting from the rear of the army and gradually passing forward.

As the order was passed, the entire French Legion began to move slowly like a huge giant. The legion's speed gradually increased and rushed towards Eugen's front.

The charge of 200,000 people looked earth-shaking, and their footsteps were connected, shaking people, making people feel trembling inside.

Each soldier was roaring, increasing the momentum of several sides. The auras of 200,000 people were connected together, as if they could shake everything, and even the sun had to bow his head in front of this force.

However, no matter how powerful they were, the tank army located directly in front of them remained firm.

The weight of each tank reaches several tons, and such a weight cannot be shaken by any momentum.

Through the telescope at the observation port, Eugen could clearly see the French soldiers charging. He judged the charge distance of the French soldiers. After feeling that the distance between the two sides was about the same, he directly issued an order to open fire.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The explosion sounded like a bean, and the big red flowers bloomed among the soldiers of the French Legion.

However, because the distance between the French soldiers was relatively large, the damage caused by these shells was not as large as expected.

Moreover, Marshal Laush Tyrande had previously emphasized in the legion that there might be powder kegs as weapons, so these shells were regarded as ordinary powder kegs by these soldiers because they did not feel much fear.

What people fear the most is the unknown. If these soldiers see the tanks and know that it is the tanks firing, they may be scared.

But when they regarded the shells emitted by the tanks as ordinary powder kegs, even if they had a huge difference in power between them, they did not feel much fear.

In this way, the crazy French soldiers rushed towards Eugen's tank army with the support of some false belief.

The four marshals stayed at the command post behind, listening to the rumbling roar from the battlefield ahead, their faces showed a look of confusion.

They could tell that the sounds of these explosions seemed to be a little different from the powder keg, but at this moment they just treated those as new-style powder kegs and did not think about them anywhere else.

"The gunpowder barrel made by Eugen sounds really scary. Why do I feel that I can be shaken by these gunpowder barrels?" A marshal said. He is the oldest among the four marshals, the oldest, and naturally the highest status. Speaking like this at this moment also means to be active.

As soon as the old marshal said this, the atmosphere in the command post suddenly became relaxed. Just now, they were all a little shocked by the continuous explosions, and even a hint of fear appeared in their hearts.

Now that he heard this sentence, he regained his confidence in victory. After all, no matter how powerful his power is, it is just a powder keg. There are also things in his army that are not very powerful.

Rausch Tyrande had a serious expression. He always felt that the situation was a little different from what he thought. The explosion of these powder barrels was too loud and too much, but now is not the time for him to think about this.

The old marshal seemed to see Marshal Laush Tyrande's concerns, and then smiled and asked, "Tyrande, have you prepared some powder kegs? He even specially made up a Fiery Legion for this. Where is your legion? When will we see its power?"

Hearing the old marshal's words, Laush Tyrand grinned, with a look of pride on his face, and he spoke, "I have asked my Flame Legion to go around from the right and prepare to attack on the side of the enemy. The Flame Legion needs to be hidden enough to play its greatest role."

The old marshal nodded and did not ask much. His words were just to divert Rausch Tyrande. As for the Flame Legion, he was not really interested.

In the view of the old marshal, fighting requires head-on confrontation, and real swords and guns can only lead to victory. As for the Flame Legion, it is just a child's thing.

At this moment, the battlefield observers kept passing the battle situation ahead to the command post, and the four marshals were constantly discussing. In their opinion, winning was a foregone conclusion. What they had to consider now was how to reduce losses.
Chapter completed!