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Chapter 270 Eastern Front Assault: The Battle of Xiyue and the Rebirth of Xiasha Port
On the western front, both sides focused their attention on Qingze City, while on the eastern front, the elven assault legions moved like dragons, traversing states and prefectures, charging left and right, silently advancing towards Xiasha Port.

So far, at least, the Xiyue Federation is completely unaware of this.

In the federal military's simulations, there were two speculations about this inexplicably isolated army.

Led by the radicals in the parliament, these guys had hardly ever fought a war, and most of them held hereditary titles. However, they were all well-versed in military strategy and skilled in military affairs. When they talked about war, they were eloquent and knowledgeable.

"If you ask me, this is all to distract our army!"

"As soon as the western elves were attacked, the eastern elves immediately emerged from the forest. This was clearly a well-prepared contingency plan. They were just caught off guard by the flood and rushed out to their rescue!"

"They don't have any specific objective; they just fight wherever the enemy goes!"

"We can't let them wreak havoc like this. We should take the initiative and intercept this isolated force as soon as possible to prevent the devastation of the area!"

The other faction consisted of the core members of the royalist faction. These people had participated in some foreign wars, such as the first and second Northern Expeditions of Green Pine against Emerald. They sent some troops to participate or participate symbolically, so they had a relatively clearer understanding of war.

They made it clear that they disdained the radicals in parliament.

"The elves have been planning this for a long time. They suddenly launched such a large-scale war. They can't be fighting blindly on the eastern front."

"This group has few soldiers, but all of them are mounted and extremely fast. They are intended to be used as a surprise force. The tactical targets that can have a significant impact on our Federation are limited to a few locations."

"Royal city, grand warehouse, important town!"

"Judging from their wavering route, I think it's more likely they're attacking the Federal Treasury. I think we should send a Royal Guard to take over the defense to ensure everything is foolproof!"

The two sides were locked in a fierce argument.

Of course, none of those present were fools. Everyone knew perfectly well that while they were arguing about matters of national importance and battlefield strategy, what they were really doing was naked calculation.

The system of the Xiyue Federation can perhaps be roughly understood as the dual monarchy of Blue Star, but it is more complex.

The Creek Moon Federation is a nation that was established by its founding monarch, Zygmunt Hein, through continuous expansion and conquest.

There are many different accounts of this emperor's origins. Some say he was a pioneering knight of the Sky Empire, others say he was a nobleman's son from the Moonlit Dynasty, and even the Mist Moon Divine Court, after establishing its influence over the southern kingdoms, solemnly consulted the sacred texts and posthumously conferred upon him the title of "Knight of the Radiant Temple".

However, the establishment of Xiyue was full of twists and turns, which ultimately had a profound impact on the country's foundation.

Before the Kingdom of Youxiyue, this land was already inhabited by a large number of humans.

Although the Elven race once ruled over a vast empire to the north and south of the Dark Forest, their small population made it impossible for them to fully control and develop these fertile alluvial plains. Therefore, for a long time, the Elven people allowed various tribes to live and thrive on the lands of the Elven Kingdom.

At that time, the Xiyue region was inhabited not only by humans, but also by half-orcs, dwarves, merfolk, and even some beastmen. In short, the various races lived together rather unhappily.

The elves were engrossed in art—exquisite paintings, beautiful poems, elegant music, and ethereal dances. As for everything outside the elves' designated territory, they left it all to those haphazard fellows.

They don't even collect taxes. The elves' own lands are so fertile that a druid can't even finish eating all the food after just one trip.

Of course, this would inevitably lead to a rapid expansion in the number of various tribes.

But at this point it didn't matter, because the elves possessed absolute military power.

The turning point came from a seemingly insignificant event: a high-ranking elven ranger took a liking to a human girl while wandering around.

According to elven tradition, these inferior races are looked down upon. However, there are always exceptions. This ranger knew that he had done something that disgraced elven tradition. So, he took his beloved girl and crossed the Dragon Ridge Mountains to the western side of the continent.

One of their children, born there, inherited his father's excellent genes and received his teachings, becoming a professional—the first recorded professional in human history.

That's right, before that, humans did not cultivate.

Analogous to Earth, it's somewhat similar to how gunpowder spread to the Western world.

For more than two hundred years afterward, the elves continued to sing, write poems, paint, and dance, carefree and happy.

In these two hundred years, humanity has developed a cultivation system suitable for its own physique, with different branches such as warriors and mages, greatly expanding the population base that can become professionals.

With an increasing number of highly skilled professionals, humanity displayed its ambition, or rather, its greed, to the fullest. They slaughtered magical beasts, plundered natives, destroyed forests, and drove out other races on the western side of the continent. Soon, only one vast human empire remained on the western continent—the Sky Empire!
In the 382nd year of the Heavenly Vault, the first knight passed through the mountain pass in the middle of the Dragon's Spine, and his hooves trod on the land to the east.

What happened next has been recorded relatively clearly in the histories of various countries, though each has its own perspective.

The sky swept across the various tribes of the continent like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, until it encountered the powerful Elf Kingdom.

The two sides went to war, and Sky Dome lost, so another wave came.

If we lose again, we'll have another wave of attacks.

At that time, the population ratio between the Celestials and the Elves was 80 to 1, and the number of cultivators was 26 to 1. Even if there was a slight difference in quality, the Elves won battle after battle against such a huge difference in numbers, while retreating step by step.

However, as the Sky Dome's battle lines stretched longer and longer, constantly diverting troops and supplies from its homeland, even the most powerful empire could not sustain it. After the war reached a stalemate, the Sky Dome began to try to migrate people to the east, establish bases, and train local human professionals.

At the beginning of this long tug-of-war, the local humans cheered, seeing hope of turning the tables and becoming masters of their own destiny. They flocked to the cause, actively participating in training and responding to the call of the heavens. However, it was not long before they discovered that living under the heavens was far more difficult than living under the elves.

The elves are free to do as they please, while the heavens are merciless and exploitative.

So they switched sides again.

As time passed and the world changed, more than a dozen large and small countries emerged from the eastern continent. Together with the elves, they spent nearly six hundred years completely driving the heavens back to the western continent, returning to their original starting point.

Then came the familiar story of the Moonlit Fog and the double backstab, with the elf fleeing into the forest in disarray.

Then came the century-long standoff between the Qiyue Dynasty and Wuyue.

History is so interesting!

Returning to the Creek Moon Federation, when its first ruler, Zygmunt Hein, founded the nation, the continent was still in a state of constant warfare. To quickly forge a united front and avoid unforeseen complications, Zygmunt chose to cede significant benefits to various local tribes, thus forming this federal state. The head of the federation is a descendant of Zygmunt, a hereditary position, who holds military power over the Imperial Guard, as well as a portion of territory and resources sufficient to support the Guard.

The tribal leaders and their descendants formed the supreme council of the federation. The council possessed most of the federation's administrative and taxation powers, as well as legions composed of tribal warriors that it could directly mobilize.

Over the years, the Federation has been caught in a delicate balance and endless tug-of-war between royalists and parliamentarians.

So why was it permissible for the Federation to breach the North Slope River embankment and flood the plains? Because the "North Wind" Legion that carried out the operation was the Presidential Guard Legion, and for most council leaders, Qingze City was not their own territory, so making some sacrifices for the Federation was only natural.

Now, how to deal with this isolated Elven force on the eastern front has become a point of contention between the two sides.

The parliamentarians naturally wanted to eliminate these guys immediately, since they were the core of their tribes. The royalists, on the other hand, not only did not want to send troops, but also wanted to take the opportunity to use the Royal Guard to take over the defense of the core area.

All the arguing and fighting boils down to the same thing.

After yet another failure to reach an agreement, the two sides had no choice but to adjourn the meeting temporarily and resume communication the next day.

The old leaders, in groups, swayed their enormous bellies and discussed where to watch the next beast-fighting match; the middle-aged leaders, in pairs, whispered about strategies for the next phase of the struggle for profits; as for the younger second and third generations, they laughed heartily, oblivious to everyone else, and it seemed that their conversation revolved around the arrival of another batch of beautiful courtesans in the city…

After much maneuvering, the Elven Fourth Army on the Eastern Front finally shed all pretense and headed straight for its ultimate target, Lower Sand Port.

The vanguard of the Fourth Army Corps was an 800-strong Shadow Leopard Cavalry unit. They disguised themselves as a reconnaissance force patrolling the perimeter, and had been moving southeast of the main force. At this moment, upon receiving the order, they took advantage of the darkness and rushed forward continuously, taking advantage of the last darkness before dawn, and broke into the outer area of ​​Xiasha Port.

The battle ended almost as soon as it began.

The defenses of Xiasha are as loose as the belts of prostitutes in nightclubs—practically nonexistent.

When the elven leopard riders appeared like ghosts on the main road leading to the port, the Creek Moon soldiers, who were dozing off in their sentry post, were pinned to the spot by arrows before they even opened their eyes.

The elves advanced with unstoppable momentum, until finally, a sudden bark from a dog sounded the first alarm in the port.

However, they only managed to organize a few sporadic acts of resistance.

In the elves' plan, the mission of this vanguard force was to launch a surprise attack to open the port gates, guard the main transportation routes, and wait for the follow-up troops to enter, so as to completely defeat the enemy. But now it seems that this was really wishful thinking.

The resistance at Xiasha Port was completely swallowed up before it could even cause a ripple. The vibrating bowstrings of the composite bows heralded the prelude to death in the port. The vanguard of the elves rushed into the port master's mansion almost without stopping. The fat man was still fast asleep in a hangover, and even a blade to his neck couldn't wake him.

When the main force arrived, all they saw was a desolate port and thousands of port workers who had been driven out of the port area, trembling with their hands on their heads.

The commander was silent for a moment, then spat out a single word through gritted teeth: "Demolish!"

The high-flying flags were chopped down, buildings were violently pushed down and smashed, and oil and flammable materials scavenged along the way were spilled on them. Several druids even summoned raging roots that burrowed out of the ground and tore the port's roads to pieces.

The elves stood on the cleared ground of the dock area and fired rockets into the harbor, quickly engulfing the entire Xiasha Port in a blazing sea of ​​fire.

The towering flames were clearly visible even from dozens of miles away, and the thick smoke formed a huge black curtain, obscuring the rising sun.

In this punitive fire, ignited by the wrath of the Lord of the Vast Sea and carried out by the elves, Xia Sha Port, once the source of the Frostflow Nightmare, burned fiercely, collapsed, and gradually turned into a scorched wasteland of broken walls and ruins.

These scenes were clearly projected onto the large screen in the Han Hai Ling command center.

Indeed, for this moment, Chen Mo took the initiative to use more than twenty drones, with the support of airships, to conduct a live broadcast from all angles without any blind spots.

The huge display screen was divided into more than a dozen windows. The central main window presented a panoramic view of Xiasha Port from above, surrounded by various telephoto lenses. Commander-in-Chief Chen Mo and Deputy Commander-in-Chief Liu Shuang, along with the high-ranking military and political leaders of Hanhai Territory, watched this grand spectacle together.

Countless rockets, like vengeful fireflies, streaked across the brightening sky and crashed into the port area.

In an instant, the screen, which had been completely dark, lit up and turned a fiery red.

Flames rolled, swirled, and roared across the land! Blazes shot skyward!

The entire Xiasha Port was enveloped in a blinding orange-red sea of ​​fire, with thick smoke billowing like a ferocious dragon soaring into the sky.

The wooden buildings crackled in the fire, and some of the brick and stone structures crumbled rapidly under the high temperature. Right before everyone's eyes, the port was dismantled, crushed, burned, and turned to ashes, inch by inch and piece by piece.

When the tallest lighthouse in the harbor collapsed in flames, sending fire raining down, Chen Mo, who had been silent all along, slowly raised his hand and clapped rhythmically.

Once, twice...

Soon, all the officers and council members of the Han Hai Commandery stood up, and applause resounded for a long time.

Only Liu Shuang, the protagonist of today's event, sat there, her body trembling slightly, her pupils reflecting two bright, phoenix-like flames.

Aside from the shadow buried deep in her heart, no one knew what this port meant to her.

That was the beginning of another great dream, decades of wandering, injuries and illnesses, and a desperate journey.

Liu Shuang had a feeling that if she hadn't met Chen Mo, that would have been her destiny.

Now, a raging fire has completely erased the port that held her dark memories from the map.

The intense light seemed to pierce through time and space, burning away the clouds and mist, revealing a clear sky and a bright moon!
She suddenly raised her sleeve and roughly wiped her face, wiping away the tears that had silently streamed down her face without her noticing.

When she turned her head again to face Chen Mo, a sweet smile, like sunshine breaking through the clouds after rain, graced her face.

"Thank you, Chen Mo."

Chen Mo patted her head.

“Let’s go,” he stood up, “the sun is rising, let’s go see the sunrise at the beach!”

On the screen, Xiasha is a scorched wasteland, while outside the screen, the vast ocean is a new beginning.

(End of this chapter)