I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 118 Muye Plain
John chose to march on Iron Horse Mountain for two reasons.

Firstly, this front was under the responsibility of the 1st Division of the 2nd Army, and Colonel Samuel, whom Conrad had introduced to him, was stationed on this front.

The second reason is that, compared to the Tarzan Wetlands in the west, the Iron Horse Mountain front has a relatively wider field of vision. Through the scouts' magic eyes, they can determine in advance whether the enemy has prepared anti-magic devices and other anti-aircraft facilities.

Providing support is relatively easier.

However, considering the centaur tribe of the Morning Star Clan, which relies on the high mobility of the 'Wind' spell and the Fred armor developed by the Allies, they are capable of withstanding bullets while charging.

The difficulty on this front is probably no less than that of an easy one.

To quickly end this battle line, unless he can locate the enemy's main base in advance and destroy the 101st Division's command post with a surprise attack, he can only rely on the air combat capabilities of the magic soldiers to advance slowly.

Just as John was pondering whether to risk using a surprise attack, Wendy's voice rang out in his earpiece:

"Battalion Commander, Sergeant Charlie has just scouted out enemy forces 3 kilometers ahead, and they appear to be engaged in combat with our friendly forces. Should we proceed to provide support?"

……

"Tap, tap!"

Golden Lion Territory, outside Huangsong Town, west of the Iron Horse Mountain front, Muye Plain.

Inside the trench command post, Samuel Ivan Gordon, commander of the 3rd Infantry Regiment, watched through binoculars the ghostly enemy figures moving across the battlefield and listened to the booming sounds around him. His face was extremely grim.

He never imagined that he, who was known for his bravery in battle, would one day encounter such an unprecedented disadvantage in the ground warfare that he was most proud of.

But Samuel knew it wasn't his fault.

Rather, it was those monstrous centaurs from the Morning Star clan that were truly beyond the capabilities of the Third Infantry Regiment.

Armor capable of withstanding armor-piercing bullets, combined with the high mobility provided by the Gale spell that allows easy evasion of magic cannon bombardment, and terrifying archery skills that are accurate to the point of hitting the target every time within 500 meters and can easily defeat soldiers' steel-body magic.

Without a doubt, this is an absolutely damn elite force.

It is even highly likely that it is the 3rd Independent Regiment of the 101st Division, which is known as the Wind Chaser Cavalry Regiment!
But shouldn't this force be confined to the Luoying Valley area, ten kilometers away from this battle line, by our own 3rd Armored Magic Cannon Regiment and 2nd Infantry Regiment? How could the enemy appear on the Muye Plain in Huangsong Town?
Moreover, it precisely pinpointed the location of the Third Infantry Regiment.

So the defenders of Luoying Valley were defeated by the enemy?

But if they were really defeated, why haven't I received any news from them?

Could it be that his 3rd Infantry Regiment has become a expendable pawn?

Thinking of this, Samuel immediately threw down his binoculars and picked up the communication device to call the Iron Horse Mountain Front Command, but all he got in response was a dull beeping sound.

At first, he thought it was just a bad signal, but after patiently making five or six calls in a row, and still no one answered, he decided to call again.

Realizing that his 3rd Infantry Regiment had been abandoned by the division headquarters, Samuel angrily smashed the communication device in his hand to pieces.

"Oh!"

"Damn it!"

Before Samuel, his face grim, could even ponder his next move, his second-in-command rushed over, looking anxious, and delivered some utterly terrible news:
"Reporting to the commander, trench number 1 has fallen, the 1st battalion has lost communication, and the enemy is advancing towards trench number 2 at an extremely fast pace. They are expected to reach trench number 2 within five minutes!"

"Have the 3rd Magic Cannon Battalion set up the cannons and immediately begin carpet bombing in front of Trench 2. Also, notify the 2nd Infantry Battalion to withdraw from Trench 2 and rendezvous with the 3rd Magic Cannon Battalion nearby. Once the rendezvous is complete, move together toward the central position!"

"Notify the 1st and 2nd Magic Artillery Battalions to prepare for covering artillery fire at point 324, and the Mortar Battalion to provide smoke artillery cover at point 411."

"The engineer battalion must immediately set up magic mines and barricades inside and outside trenches 2 and 3, and they must complete the setup within ten minutes!"

"Once the troops have assembled, notify the entire army to immediately withdraw from the battlefield!"

"Yes, leader!"

Realizing that the battle was completely irreversible, Samuel immediately and without hesitation issued a series of orders to his adjutant.

Without receiving any news, he was ambushed by the enemy's elite forces.

Uncertain whether there were any enemy reinforcements nearby, years of combat experience told Samuel that continuing to hold this position was tantamount to waiting for death.

Although he was prepared to sacrifice himself for the Empire the moment he became an Imperial soldier, he would never allow himself to die because of the mistakes of his allies.

"Boom boom boom!"

As the order was given, a barrage of artillery fire began to resound throughout the front line.

After observing through binoculars, they confirmed that the Third Artillery Battalion and the Second Infantry Battalion, under the cover of friendly forces, were slowly approaching them from behind a thick smoke screen.

Samuel breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could ask his lieutenant about the progress of setting up the mines and barricades, he suddenly felt the ground of the trench trembling.

And the intensity of the attack continued to increase. However, that location was not to the north, where their trenches faced, but rather to the east.

not good!

At that moment, as if realizing something, Samuel immediately picked up his binoculars and looked towards the east, where the friendly forces should have been located.

However, what he saw through those bright lenses was a scene that sent chills down his spine:

They were a group of centaur cavalrymen wearing silver-gray armor, Babuta-style helmets, and carrying huge knight's lances and heavy steel shields.

Samuel remembered their designation: the Star Chaser Cavalry of the Morning Star Clan.

It is also the strongest cavalry regiment of the Morningstar Clan, bar none.

According to Major General Tony's tactical plan, this regiment should have been located at the foot of Iron Horse Mountain, engaged in fierce fighting with their own magical armor regiment.

But at this moment, the cavalry regiment known as the Gray Reaper had somehow arrived at the slope that should have been deserted, and was now charging toward the position of the Third Infantry Regiment.

The heavy armor seemed to have no effect on the speed of these monsters.

Their iron hooves, covered in armor and nearly as thick as an adult's thigh, galloped along the steep slope, almost turning into a bolt of lightning.

The ground trembled as they raced forward, their synchronized steps sounding like thunder.

Under the radiant light of the spell, which resembled a curtain of light, these monsters...

It seemed to have transformed into a sharp and piercing spear, launching an attack on their unsuspecting flank with an indescribable and overwhelming force!
Finished!

As he watched the cavalry regiment rushing towards him, Samuel felt an unprecedented bitterness in his heart.

Just as he was about to grit his teeth and order everyone to prepare for the impact and get ready for hand-to-hand combat.

The next second, a series of piercing wind whistles suddenly reached his ears.

At the same time, an unprecedented and strange change was felt in the air.

Why is the magic rapidly condensing into the sky?

And why does this feeling of suffocation feel so familiar...?

Samuel instinctively looked up at the distant sky.

At this moment, clusters of white clouds were blown away by a strange magical wind, revealing the figure hidden within, which looked like dust from above.

At this moment, streaks of deep red magical light, resembling that of purgatory, began to shine in the sky.

Immediately, to Samuel's incredulous gaze, like shining stars, came the centaur cavalrymen below, who had stopped their charge at some point and were now staring up at the sky in horror.

It fell silently.

Deep red beams of light pierced the ground where the enemy was located, as if awakening the most terrifying existence beneath the earth.

The ground suddenly cracked and suspended in mid-air, and a terrifying beam of light began to expand and spread at an imperceptible speed.

Then, it exploded with a roar that could make even the soul tremble!
"boom!"

The scalding lava and flames exploded and swept across the center of the two enemy cavalry regiments, instantly engulfing those figures completely.

The shockwave from the terrifying explosion swept across the entire battlefield with indescribable force.

Almost instantly, Samuel was knocked to the ground, his ears filled with an unprecedented buzzing.

His mind went blank for a long time before he finally came to his senses.

He scrambled to his feet, somewhat disheveled, and, enduring the heat and sulfurous odor in the air, slowly emerged from the trench.

Before he could even pick up his binoculars to check if any enemies were still alive, a gust of wind swept through, and then, in his dazed gaze, a black-haired youth carrying a magic bag and wearing the uniform of an Imperial Air Force major appeared.

Then, accompanied by a densely packed horde of magical soldiers, they slowly descended from the sky in front of him.

Then, the other person first saluted him, and then, amidst the terrifying, hellish crater-like scene, smiled at him and said:

"Major John Maslow of the Third Air Army of the Empire, under orders from the Imperial Military Affairs Department, has led the 1st Mobile Magic Battalion to provide support."

"May the glory of the Empire be with you, Colonel."

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(End of this chapter)