The next morning, the Philippine army, who had rested, finally arrived in Phoenix. Under the doubtful gaze of the US troops stationed in, they happily entered the position. In response, Colonel Johnson, who was ordered to lead them to hand over, did not know where to start explaining, after all, the battle last night was too weird.

But it doesn't matter. The American soldiers are still very welcome to be able to take over the damn demon. After they handed over the positions as quickly as possible, they gathered together immediately. This city that left them with a psychological shadow.

Then, naturally, Colonel Johnson, who led the team, became the commander of the entire Phoenix defense line, the captain who organized the soldiers to fight back last night.

After the Pentagon received the war report, it held a meeting overnight to respond to the matter. They agreed that such an exciting victory at such a time of crisis is worthy of writing. As the only outstanding US military officer in the entire battle, Captain Johnson also had to focus on publicity as an iconic figure. So, as soon as he woke up the next morning, Captain Johnson learned in a daze that his rank had been promoted to third level to become a colonel, and the entire Philippine army was

The group was also classified under his name, and he led them to fight against the war in Phoenix. Of course, morning shows across the United States also reported this. Colonel Johnson's avatar immediately became popular throughout the United States. The news claimed that under his leadership, a foreign team that had just arrived in the United States gave a head-on blow to the invading army of demons and achieved considerable results. As for the name of the Philippines, it was only passed by, and the United States was confident that they would not mind.

Looking at the group of Filipino soldiers who immediately entered the bunker to chat and spank after the defense was completed, Colonel Johnson couldn't help but show a worried look.

"Sir, don't you look very confident?" Johnson's adjutant couldn't help but come up and ask with concern. He also appeared in the battle last night, but was frightened by the demons throughout the whole process. He just made a sound of ah, ah in his mouth, so it did not appear in the morning news across the United States. After all, the Pentagon still has some face.

"Oh." Johnson sighed and shook his head without answering. As a commander who upgraded the line of fire, his resume of graduation from West Point Military Academy is already quite good, but his family knows his own affairs. He has always studied at West Point Military Academy for logistics support. Otherwise, how could he become a logistics officer at the base? Even those required commands have passed by themselves, but that is not his own expertise. Now the 50,000-man army is being driven to command a large army of 50,000 people, and it is fine if he is facing a brutal demon. The problem is that he is commanding a third-rate army from Southeast Asia.

Looking at the fat Philippine military representative in the command center who looked like a clown, he wanted to kill himself with one shot. Why did he make that head last night?

Fortunately, the base commander did not let him come alone because Johnson had earned a lot of face for him, so he sent him a lot of combat staff and grassroots officers. Although this still did not increase the colonel's confidence, at least he would not perform the scene of swallowing a gun and committing suicide on the spot.

Turning back to the arming map, Johnson asked in a deep voice: "Can anyone help me explain the current situation briefly?"

A staff officer left behind immediately pointed to the map and began to describe it. "At present, our defense line has retreated to Litchfield Park and Carnival. Due to the serious shortage of troops before, the main defense was the three cross-river bridges across the Aguafria River. As for the large urban areas east of the river, all of which have fallen. Due to the demons' keen perception abilities, we have never sent a search team after losing several reconnaissance teams. Therefore, the situation inside is not very clear, and the demons are also hiding in the buildings, and there is not much information provided to us by satellite photos."

Johnson looked down at the map, mobilized all his memories, recalled the classic battles he studied in the military academy, and saw if there were any one that could be used here.

First of all, we must expand the battlefield. The garrison troops, which originally had only 5,000 people, were forced to defend three cross-river bridges. Now that I have ten times the strength of the troops, it seems too bloated to curl up in this area. Although I know that my subordinates may not be able to fight another battle like last night, it is necessary to expand the war zone and give me room to buffer.

Johnson stared at the map tightly, trying to find a position for attack. It is definitely not possible to advance from the city. The powerful demons of individuals will eat nothing of the human army in this concrete jungle. Similarly, urban street fighting makes it impossible to exert the air power that humans have the most advantage in at all.

Just as Johnson stared at the map frowningly, the fat Philippine general walked to the map and looked down curiously. He was really bored. The Americans didn't believe in his command ability at all. Keeping him was just symbolic, but as a co-commander, he had to keep him in the command center.

Seeing a protruding belly on the map, Johnson raised his head in disgust to remind the stupid pig not to disturb his thoughts, but seeing the fat general's dark skin, there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind.

He looked down at the map and confirmed it. Johnson said, "General Estrada?!"

The fat general didn't react for a moment. He thought he was just a mascot and it was impossible for anyone to talk to him, although the facts were the same.

"General Estrada!" The US military staff next to him touched him, which made him finally react. He smiled all over his face, bowed and nodded and said, "What's the matter, Colonel Johnson?"

Since you want to use someone, of course it is not easy to have a stern face. Johnson also squeezed out a smile and asked, "General Estrada, I would like to ask, is your army good at jungle combat and river combat?"

"Of course, this is our specialty. I dare say that our Philippine army is the world's top in these two ways of combat." The general said proudly. The water network and jungle spread across the Philippines made him feel confident, but he was the only one who felt this way. At least everyone in the US military officers in the entire command agreed with this. It is no wonder that even the army that has not been able to wipe out domestic bandits dare to say that the world's top is probably the best in their country. Perhaps the bandits in their country are stronger than their combat power.
Chapter completed!