Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1496 - 448: [Correct Answer!]

"The South District is only that big!! It’s just the South District, not the damn Sahara Desert!

Two battalions, with over seven hundred guns, suddenly went silent!!

Was it that explosion? That explosion wiped out my two battalions?!"

"Maybe they walked into a predetermined ambush area where there was enough explosive power buried. If that group of hundreds, upon entering, did not remain sufficiently vigilant, and their formation was too concentrated...

Then an explosion could potentially take them all out."

The adjutant replied in a dry tone, cautiously speaking his guess.

After speaking, he turned around, walked to a wall with a map hanging on it, and pointed at the map of Gusanka City on the wall.

"Tonight’s operation, we marched according to the street provided by the police who returned, the courtyard where the police chief was killed. We assumed that place to be the stronghold of those South District bandits.

And tonight’s explosion direction, I observed at the time, and my judgment is... it should be the area we set as the ’stronghold’.

So, my guess is..."

The mayor slapped the table: "They deliberately killed the police chief, deliberately in that yard, then released those few policemen, deliberately making us believe that it was their stronghold, misleading us, gathering the troops towards the stronghold...

Then..."

The adjutant slowly nodded.

The mayor gritted his teeth, shaking his head: "A group of religious fanatics from the South District would have this sort of mind? Such a complete plan?!"

The adjutant was expressionless: "Whether we believe it or not, the facts have already been laid out before us."

After a pause, the adjutant seemed to hesitate but still voiced his suggestion: "We should choose to leave, leave immediately!"

The mayor looked coldly at the adjutant.

The adjutant looked somewhat helpless: "General, having lost two battalions of troops, coupled with that group’s madness... Gusanka City is no longer safe! We can’t predict the opponent’s next plan.

The safest approach is, you must leave here immediately, leave this city, and then retreat to a place where we can muster enough forces, such as..."

"Such as, returning to the mining district?" The mayor sneered.

The adjutant nodded: "The closest to us is Mine Three, which after withdrawing troops, still has one battalion stationed, with three hundred guns! Plus, a group of miners who can be armed at any time, fighting for us, as long as we give them food and drink!

Then we can contact Mine One and Mine Four, gather forces together; by then, we can reassemble thousands of troops.

With a thousand troops, you can lead them, march back into Gusanka, and smash all opposing forces here to pieces!"

The mayor slowly exhaled, stepped out from behind the table, walked to the wall, and looked up at the map.

After pondering for about half a minute, the mayor suddenly shook his head: "No, can’t leave!"

The adjutant was stunned, instinctively refuted: "But it’s no longer safe here..."

"What’s the time now?"

"?" The adjutant was stunned, glanced at his watch: "It’s now one-thirty-seven in the morning."

"Several hours until daybreak." The mayor sneered: "This is a conspiracy against me! Leaving Gusanka City, have you thought about what’s outside the city?"

The adjutant fell silent.

At this moment, the mayor seemed to have regained some of the decisiveness of his youth, spoke coldly: "Outside the city is open land! Moreover, it’s an expanse of pitch-black open land!!

All the forces in our hands now, grouped together, are only a few dozen people.

Such vast open land, driving to Mine Three, takes several hours!

Several hours of driving in the dark! All for a few dozen people as protection!

Have you thought about this, if these people devised such a big plan to deal with me, what if... they anticipated it?

Making a big fuss, scaring me into retreating overnight.

Do you think, if they wanted to kill me, would it be easier to assault in the city against the thick-walled Governor’s Mansion?

Or, scare me into running into a pitch-black, unshielded open land to ambush me halfway?

Which is easier?"

The adjutant’s face changed, he hesitated: "This... what you’ve said, what you’ve said... it’s not impossible."

"Not impossible? No! You’re wrong! It’s highly possible!"

The mayor smirked viciously: "In the city, we still firmly control the traffic bridge on the artificial river and have dozens of soldiers, complete fortifications, and armored vehicles!

But outside the city, in the open land, what do we have? Armored vehicles are safer, but one rocket can immobilize it! No cover, no fortifications, with the enemy gathering hundreds of people with musket legs, just having guns, can potentially claim our lives in the open land!

In the city, at least we have fortifications, a bridge, and the Governor’s Mansion as a natural fortress."

Pausing, he glanced at the adjutant: "I’ve already made a phone call, the battalion from Mine Three will set off overnight to arrive here tonight, five... no, four hours, four hours, military vehicles can appear on the streets of Gusanka!

As soon as this battalion arrives, it’ll be enough for us to hold the North District. Those in the South District, who only know cunning tricks, can only pull strings from behind, but on the frontal battlefield, they can’t beat a battalion of troops!