The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 202 Goodness, was my family really that rich?
"Ahem, Yelena, I think you might have some misunderstanding about this..."

Andrei glanced at Yelena, who was standing beside him but deliberately turned her head away, and forced an awkward smile.

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? Ha..."

"Don't think I haven't seen what you noble young masters are like. As far as I know, there are quite a few noble young men in Petrograd who spend their days showing off their hundred-man kill record. What, do you want to show off too?"

Yelena gave a cold snort, seemingly still resentful about Andrei receiving a whole bunch of little notes.

However, Andrei's attention was not on this matter, but was entirely focused on the hundred-man kill he had just mentioned.

"A hundred-man kill? Wow... Are these guys playing that fancy game?"

Upon hearing this word, Andrei couldn't help but gasp.

Goodness, is this what they mean by "the entertainment industry is really messy"?

However, at the same time, Andrei couldn't help but be curious, wondering what he was like before?
He didn't have any other thoughts, he just wanted to know if he had ever experienced what it was like to kill a hundred people.
After all, he had never experienced the decadent feudal life of a noble young master. As a good young man of the new era who had transmigrated here, he had to experience it firsthand, conduct a thorough investigation, and then criticize it harshly.
Seeing Andrei's somewhat unfocused gaze, Yelena snorted irritably, but didn't say anything more.

These days, all aristocratic children are like this; which family isn't?

She didn't know much about others, but Andrei had always been quite virtuous; at least she had never heard of Andrei staying overnight with any noble lady.

However, according to her understanding, Andrei's father, General Vorontsov, who is now the commander-in-chief of the Petrograd Front, must have had at least a dozen mistresses, and these were long-term relationships, not counting short-term ones.

Thinking of this, Yelena couldn't help but sigh, lamenting that all men are heartless jerks.

But for some reason, she suddenly started laughing again.

Standing to the side, Andrei witnessed Yelena's legendary face-changing skills and finally saw what it meant to have a wide range of expressions.

He used to disbelieve the kind of palette expressions described in novels, the kind that were three parts sarcasm and three parts meanness...

However, at this moment, he felt that what was described in the novel might not be false.

Today, Andrei's troops are heading towards Petrograd, with a large number of military vehicles moving along the highway.

It's not that Andrei's army has started to retreat again; his army has simply received orders to return to Petrograd for a temporary rest.

From Andrei's own perspective, he felt that his army had absolutely no need to return to the rear to rest or reorganize.

Although his troops had fought several very intense, even brutal, battles before this, the actual intensity of the war experienced by the ordinary soldiers in his army was far less.

Most of the more intense battles, such as boarding maneuvers or meat grinder-like ambushes, are undertaken by fearless and extremely reckless players.

Strictly speaking, apart from marching, the most difficult tasks undertaken by ordinary soldiers in his army were positional warfare.

At least in his view, although the ordinary soldiers in his troops were somewhat tired, overall, the morale of his army was still in a very good state.

With players providing support in the team, his army appeared to have suffered heavy casualties, but its actual combat strength was not significantly reduced.

However, judging from the number of corpses of soldiers belonging to the Vorontsov Independent Regiment collected on the battlefield, his independent regiment had suffered extremely heavy casualties.

If we calculate based on this number, his independent regiment would be almost wiped out, if not completely destroyed.

After all, his independent regiment only had a little over 900 men when it set off. Even with the bias of perception, from other people's perspectives, his independent regiment had suffered more than half of its casualties.

According to the statistics, his unit now has about 700 people left, including the more than 900 corpses from before, plus the mutilated corpses and missing soldiers that have not yet been recovered from the battlefield.

Good heavens, now that I think about it, Andrei's unit really did wipe out almost half of its men!
Regarding air defense, there's no need for Andrei's air force to continue its efforts, as the Petrograd air force has already arrived in Luga to provide support.

Prior to this, the air force of Luga City was basically wiped out. Except for a very few small airships that escaped, all the remaining airships were destroyed.

Andrei didn't know exactly how the Air Force was handling the matter, but he guessed that someone in the Air Force was bound to be in big trouble this time.

After all, the reason they suffered such severe losses was not only due to technical deficiencies, but also largely because some generals were greedy for merit and acted rashly.

If it weren't for their hasty and thoughtless nighttime operation, the air force of Luga City wouldn't have suffered such heavy casualties.

Turning around and looking at his team, Andrei, who was riding in a jeep with Yelena, suddenly realized something—his team seemed to have begun to move towards mechanization!
At the beginning, his unit could only be considered an infantry regiment, or perhaps a mixed infantry regiment.

After all, his unit still had a small number of armored vehicles, but apart from that, his infantry regiment really had nothing else.

But now, his team not only has dozens of tanks and armored vehicles, but also six enemy mechs that were captured in the previous battles have survived and can still be used in the fight.

In addition to these items, along with the enemy trucks he captured during the battle and the vehicles provided by the logistics department, his unit had truly achieved mechanization.

Even so, Andrei still requested a considerable number of military horses for his troops, and a significant portion of the equipment in the unit was still transported by horse-drawn carts.

The reason for this was that, while chatting with other officers, he had overheard some officers who had withdrawn from the front lines complaining about problems with the Cambrian Empire's mechanized forces.

I don't know if it's because they've read too many foreign military magazines, or because these generals have been acting too much during military exercises.

They completely missed a problem that should have been easy to spot: the road conditions in the Cambrian Empire were simply terrible!

In other countries, where there is a well-developed road system, they naturally don't need to worry about the movement of mechanized troops.

However, the Cambrian Empire's road infrastructure was in a terrible state, with a large portion of the roads still being traditional dirt roads.

It's fine when the weather is good, but once it rains or snows, especially the heavy snow that inevitably occurs every winter, at least half of these cars will break down, if not all of them.

Especially, I don't know if it's some kind of characteristic of the Russians, but the trucks they produce in this world are so bad that they break down on the road all the time.

As a result, in the Cambrian Empire, most well-trained motor transport soldiers can also serve as mechanics, since if they don't have proficient vehicle repair skills, they simply won't be able to wait for a mechanic to come and fix their vehicles.

There are just too many cars that need repair; how could they possibly get a turn?
That's why Andrei requested a large number of military horses from the Quartermaster Department and got a bunch of wagons for his troops to transport supplies.

Even if this thing isn't as efficient as a truck, at least it won't break down easily; its reliability is much higher.

Even if it rains, his troops won't be completely unable to move.

He didn't know what his current independent regiment should be considered. Overall, his independent regiment was already a mixed unit that couldn't be mixed any more.

The original organizational structure has been almost completely disrupted, and Andrei has no intention of restoring it.

There's no way around it; these players simply can't be assigned to just one unit type indefinitely. Besides, they are adaptable to all unit types, so making them only take on one unit type would be a complete waste of their unique characteristics.

Therefore, in addition to dividing the original infantry regiment into three battalions, each of which had three companies, Andrei added a Guards Assault Team to the regiment.

Although this organization cannot be considered a formal organization, this organization, which is specially prepared for players, can play a very useful role.

Whether serving as an armored company, an air force squadron, or a strange unit such as an air defense company or an engineer company, this special force can perform all tasks immediately.

The other soldiers were unaware of Andrei's considerations in this regard; they thought that the special formation of the Guards Assault Team was an honorary title created by Andrei.

Thinking about the miracles these quiet soldiers had accomplished in previous battles, they all felt that this unit deserved a special honorary title!
Listening to the soldiers' discussion, Andrei couldn't help but ponder another question: what should be done about the honor of ordinary soldiers?
Undoubtedly, since the Guards Commando has become an honorary title, ordinary soldiers who have made meritorious contributions must be selected to join.

Such meritorious units cannot maintain a fixed structure forever. Otherwise, if no outsiders join and soldiers are constantly being parachuted in for no reason, what would be the difference between them and the hereditary Imperial Guard?
But Andrei felt it was really unnecessary to include ordinary soldiers who had made meritorious contributions in this unit.

Those players, even if they die, can just turn around and respawn at the respawn point, coupled with their various characteristics.

It can be said that their tactics in battle were completely different from those of ordinary soldiers. Anyone who tried to learn their tactics would really be doomed.

Sending ordinary soldiers to fight alongside them would not only hinder their combat effectiveness to some extent, but would also be tantamount to sending ordinary soldiers to their deaths.

Thinking about this, Andrei suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Fortunately, because these players had made such outstanding achievements, no one has applied to join the Guard Commando team yet.

Perhaps it's because in their view, if they don't achieve such extraordinary feats, they're not qualified to join this team at all?

Although Andrei's troops had withdrawn, his air force had not yet moved to a new location. Nearly 20 aircraft remained at the airport, still stationed in the suburbs of Luga.

Unfortunately, although Petrograd has an air force base, it truly lacks an airport suitable for aircraft to land.

Air force bases used by airships and bases used by airports are two different concepts, since airships do not need runways.

Therefore, in order to bring these planes back, Andrei needs to come to Petrograd and have the player build a field airfield as quickly as possible before the planes can return.

"Sir, we've spotted a friendly force ahead. They're on the same road as us and heading this way!"

Just as Andrei was busy thinking about the Guards Assault Team, a cavalryman suddenly ran over, saluted Andrei, and then quickly reported.

Upon hearing this, Andrei stood up, set up his binoculars, and looked into the distance. Sure enough, he spotted a large convoy heading in their direction.

In this convoy, besides a large number of trucks, Andrei also saw many strangely shaped armored vehicles.

In addition to the Incinerator and Reindeer armored vehicles he had seen before, he also saw a rather peculiar-looking thing that was long and narrow with a relatively low chassis.

To be honest, when he saw the armored vehicle, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

No matter which angle you look at it from, he feels that its shape is somewhat similar to the Soviet T-35 tank from back then.

If you really want to put it simply, this thing is just like the T-35 tank without tracks, replacing the tracks with three pairs of mechanical legs.

So where did this bizarre multi-turret cult come from?

He felt that the armor design philosophy of the Cambrian Empire in this world was just as strange as the design philosophy of the old Russians back then!

"Andryosha, should we make way for that unit ahead?"

Holding another pair of binoculars, Yelena also saw the convoy approaching in the distance. The number of people on the other side was truly enormous; even from a distance, it seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

"No need. Let our cavalry go ahead and tell them to make way for us!"

Andrei waved his hand, showing no intention of making way.

Although the opposing force outnumbered them, his troops had just withdrawn from the front lines, had accumulated a great deal of merit, and were exhausted.

In his view, both morally and logically, the opposing team should have made way for his meritorious unit.
Of course, if the other party gets into a dispute with you over this, then so be it; at worst, you can go back to headquarters and complain.

It's obvious you have powerful connections and you don't use them; only a fool would do that!

The Cambrian Empire is no ordinary place; this wretched place is still in a feudal society, so there's no need to shy away from using connections.

Fortunately, Andrei didn't encounter any of those cheesy, embarrassing situations where he had to make way for others. The unit ahead of him immediately made way for the famous Vorontsov Independent Regiment after hearing that the troops heading this way were the same ones.

As Andrei's convoy sped past the road cleared by the ten directions, the soldiers on both sides of the road cheered excitedly in their direction.

"Great job! Well done! You're all heroes!"

"Well done! It's time to give those Black Hawk devils a good thrashing!"

At the same time, Andrei also saw young soldiers saluting him with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, shouting:
"Sir, I heard you've done a great job on the front lines. How's it going there? Are the Black Hawks easy to deal with?"

Upon hearing this, Andrei considered it carefully for a moment, then solemnly called out to him:
"Soldiers, don't let your guard down. The Black Hawk Men are not easy to deal with. The front lines are not as rosy as you imagine!"

"No matter what I say now, it's all in vain. You'll see when you get there. It's a living hell!"

Upon hearing Andrei's words, some soldiers' expressions froze for a moment, and many others began to whisper among themselves.

They had expected Andrei to say something inspiring, such as emphasizing how many enemies he had killed or stressing his sense of honor.

Unexpectedly, Andrei immediately poured cold water on their enthusiasm.

But then, when they saw the wounded soldiers being pulled by carts at the back of the column, the smiles on many people's faces vanished completely.

Although they knew that injuries and deaths were inevitable on the battlefield, knowing and seeing with one's own eyes are two different things.

Just as the soldiers were discussing this, an officer who also held the rank of lieutenant colonel rode over on horseback.

No one knows what this officer went through on the battlefield before. Andrei saw that half of his face was completely disfigured. A bullet had almost shattered all the bones on the left side of his face, making his face completely deformed.

"That's enough, lads! With such boundless energy, go and unleash it on the enemy later!"

"I told you guys before, the battlefield is no good place. You'd better be mentally prepared before you go. People like me who only lost half their face on the battlefield are lucky!"

Immediately afterwards, the officer approached Andrei's vehicle and saluted him.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel Vorontsov. I have heard about your heroic deeds at the front!"

After saluting, the officer looked at Andrei with eager eyes and said:

"Please rest assured, the positions you have recaptured on the front lines will not be lost. We will defend with our lives the positions that your side has fought so hard to recapture!"

Andrei also saluted, then nodded and said:
"Take care, and I hope we'll have the chance to meet again someday!"

Upon hearing this, the officer burst into laughter and said:

"Don't worry, we will definitely meet again, and then we will plant the flag of the Empire together in Berlin!"

Immediately afterwards, the officer turned his horse around and went back to chase after his own troops.

Watching his departing figure, Andrei couldn't help but shake his head. If given the chance, he would like to reunite with him in Berlin, but that hope was truly extremely slim.

It's hard to say how many soldiers from the early stages of the war would survive to the end, but he could only say that a very small number of lucky ones would make it to the end.

After driving for a while, Andrei got further and further away from the team he had encountered earlier.

He observed for a moment and concluded that the unit was likely an infantry division that was arriving at the front lines, but compared to the infantry divisions he remembered, this division seemed to have far fewer artillery pieces.

"Sigh, it seems the casualties at the front are really heavy. Even the infantry divisions are out of equipment!"

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't help but sigh.

Just then, Andrei suddenly noticed a commotion coming from the convoy not far away. A truck had suddenly stopped in place for some reason.

"What's going on? What's happening again? Has this beat-up truck broken down again?"

Standing at the back of the carriage, Andrei waved to the soldiers in the distance and asked loudly.

"Yes, sir, this piece of junk has broken down again!"

Upon hearing Andrei's question, the driver in front quickly saluted and replied, but his words revealed strong dissatisfaction.

"Cold-blooded lady above, what kind of idiot designed this car?"

"Damn it, I wonder if we'll run into the designer of this car when we get back to Petrograd? If we do, I'm going to grab him and give him a good beating!"

Andrei smiled in agreement at these words.

To be honest, he also really wanted to beat up the designer of this truck; this piece of junk was just too much of a rip-off.

Along the way, this was not the first truck to break down, but the thirty-first!
As if some kind of curse had been triggered, during the march, cars kept breaking down at any time, and sometimes two cars would break down at the same time.

In most cases, car breakdowns like this are relatively easy to repair.

All the truck drivers need to do is swing a big wrench and smash it hard against the engine cover.

He didn't know the principle behind it, and neither did the other truck drivers; it was simply experience they had accumulated along the way.

Although this looks like fixing an old-fashioned TV, it has to be said that this method is indeed very effective.

However, judging from the problem with the car in front, the malfunction of this car is obviously not that simple.

Andrei didn't say anything, but shouted behind him and issued a small task in the system at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, a player rushed up with a large wrench and started tightening it on the car as fast as he could.

It was like magic. The player had only twisted the tail of the car a couple of times, without actually fixing any parts, but the car inexplicably returned to normal and could be started again.

The soldier in the car didn't notice anything amiss. He simply thanked the player who had just finished the repairs and then drove off.

Oh, right, speaking of which, Andrei suddenly remembered a rumor circulating among the soldiers.

It is said that in order to join the commander's elite assault team, in addition to achieving a sufficiently impressive combat record, they also need to be proficient in various repair skills.

After all, along the way, they had witnessed firsthand how the Guards Commando repaired countless vehicles in no time, and even all sorts of strange and unusual things.

Even if a mech breaks down, it can be repaired by the Guardian Assault Team with just a couple of simple twists, as magical as magic.

Hearing their discussion, Andrei was too embarrassed to say anything; it really was some kind of special magic.

The player's repair skills are so unreasonable that in reality, this skill would be considered a bug.

In this world, the Black Hawk's trucks and armored vehicles are quite reliable, especially since the working principle of the walking machine is unknown, and the probability of breakdowns along the way is extremely low.

If this were during the original World War II, a repairman with such special skills would have made the Germans extremely envious!
God knows how all those Tiger tanks that broke down along the way failed.
It can only be said that among the reasons why their Tiger tanks were lost along the way, the losses caused by malfunctions were even greater than the losses caused by enemy destruction!

However, along the way, Andrei discovered that having players repair armored vehicles and various other vehicles also carried certain risks.

Sometimes, these players accidentally turn the wrench backwards, turning a clockwise repair into a counter-clockwise dismantling!
Prior to this, a truck had been damaged by a player using the same method.

It was just a minor mechanical malfunction, but the truck got worse and worse the more it was repaired. After turning the screws a few times, the engine started smoking and caught fire, and then the whole truck was on fire.

The driver, unaware of the situation, didn't blame the player for the incident. After all, in his view, the player was clearly repairing the car; how could the engine have started after just a couple of tweaks?
This must be due to a faulty truck; it almost injured their mechanic!
Because of this, the player received thanks from the truck driver, while the two truck drivers and other soldiers were also worried and relieved that they hadn't slacked off and had jumped off the truck while it was being repaired.

However, even in this situation, Andrei still showed no mercy and judged the mission as a failure, deducting a certain amount of merit from the player as punishment for his carelessness.

Of course, Andrei was also on guard against players deliberately causing trouble, lest he wake up one day to find that all the vehicles in the entire group had been wrecked by players.

Luga was not far from Petrograd, and after a day's march, his troops arrived in Petrograd by noon the next day.

Having just entered the outpost and before he could even have a hot meal, Andrei met an elderly officer who was waiting for him there.

"Young Master, and Miss Yelena, it's been a long time!"

"The master specifically asked me to wait for you. He has said that you two should return to the manor to see him immediately after arriving in Petrograd!"

Andrei was slightly taken aback, not recognizing the person in front of him, but Yelena immediately nudged his waist and said:

“Andreosha, this is your family’s butler, Nikolai. It seems you don’t remember him anymore!”

That's it!
Andrei nodded, a look of sudden realization crossing his face.

He had been a little puzzled, feeling that the man in front of him didn't look like a military officer, at least not an ordinary one, because he looked too meticulous.

While soldiers should theoretically demand of themselves to be meticulous, this meticulousness should primarily apply to military discipline, rather than the current perception that leans more towards etiquette.

Upon seeing him, Andrei's first reaction was that he was the kind of officer who came from the honor guard!

"Wait a minute! Uh, Nikolai..."

When Andrei mentioned the name, he paused slightly. Because of his amnesia, he really didn't know what tone he used when speaking to the butler in front of him before.

But then he decided that it was more important to get down to business first.

"I think I should get the soldiers back to their base first, and then do other things. They've just finished a bloody battle on the front lines and then gone on a long march. They're exhausted now! They need to find a place to rest!"

Upon hearing Andrei's words, the butler named Nikolai looked at him with some surprise, then a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

“Young master, you don’t need to worry about these things. You can bring your team to the manor. The master won’t care about such things.”

"Just avoid the small fortress behind the manor; the master is now officially using it as his headquarters."

If that's the case, then there's no problem.

Andrei wasn't the type to abandon his brothers who had fought alongside him just to see his cheap father.

But at the same time, he was also very curious and didn't know what his own estate was like.
Although he had seen plenty of depictions of the corrupt lives of aristocratic gentlemen in TV dramas, seeing it was one thing, but experiencing it firsthand was another.

He is now eager to experience this legendary feudal and corrupt life firsthand, and then use his personal experience to criticize it harshly!
While walking down the street, the butler replaced Boris as Andrei's new driver.

While driving, he pointed to Boris and introduced him to Andrei, saying:

"How is Boris doing? Is he reliable on the front lines?"

"He is a bodyguard trained by the family and also participated in the Great Northern War more than ten years ago. He is an experienced and loyal veteran, and his mission is to protect you on the battlefield!"

Andrei blinked, then suddenly realized.

No wonder he had always felt that Boris was like his bodyguard, always protecting him and prioritizing his safety during battles.

He had been a little puzzled before, but after he became a semi-player, he no longer needed Boris's protection due to his current combat strength, so he ignored the matter.

Now that he's been reminded, his previous doubts vanished instantly.

Andrei patted Boris firmly on the shoulder, then nodded and said:
"Very good, very good. I really have to thank him. If he hadn't pulled me into the bunker in time, I might have been killed by the shells!"

Although, in reality, Andrei suspected that he might have been killed by artillery fire, which is why he was resurrected and traveled to this world.

At this point, Nikolai looked back at Andrei with some concern, but he didn't see any wounds on his forehead.

"I've heard about this. It's terrible. I don't know what happened to you, young master. How could you have lost your memory from the impact of a cannonball!"

"By the way, when you were shelled before, did the amulet you wore on your chest work?"

Amulet? What amulet?

Andrei blinked, then suddenly remembered the broken pocket watch on his chest when he first transmigrated.

At the time, he didn't think much of it, assuming it was just an ordinary little thing he had on him.

This thing looks like it's not simple!

He quickly pulled the pocket watch from his chest and handed it to Nikolai, asking:

"Is this it? I'm not sure, I don't remember anything about it."

Taking the pocket watch, glancing at its completely stopped hands and the hexagonal snowflake with a longsword embedded in it, Nikolai nodded and said:
"That's right, this is it. It's a good thing that the master got from the Church of the Goddess of Winter many years ago. He put a lot of effort into getting this thing."

"According to the Church of Winter, this watch can miraculously help its owner avoid a fatal calamity. It seems that perhaps it was this watch that helped you during that shelling!"

Andrei blinked, feeling a bit unsure about this kind of thing; it sounded quite mystical.

After all, was he protected or not, given that he was a transmigrator?
As he pondered these things, his convoy had already arrived at the gates of the estate located in the suburbs.

Looking at the enormous manor before him, Andrei's mouth dropped open slightly, revealing a look of shock.

Wow, his house is so big!
At the far end of the road, a huge wall stretching as far as the eye can see separates this place from the scattered houses around it.

If you look far into the distance inside the walled area, you can see vast fields and some well-arranged villages.

After setting up the telescope, Andrei saw what appeared to be a huge castle standing on a small hill in the distance.

There seemed to be some other strange devices on the castle, but because they were quite far away, he couldn't see them clearly, only that something was constantly rotating.

"Young Master, have you managed to remember something?"

Seeing Andrei gazing at the scene before him, seemingly lost in thought, Nikolai's face lit up with excitement, thinking that Andrei had remembered something.

He pointed to the fields ahead and enthusiastically introduced them to Andrei:

"From here onwards, the next four villages will all belong to our tenant farmers... You can rest assured that they are tenant farmers, not serfs. They are only working for the Vorontsov family, but they are still free!"

Andrei disagreed with these remarks.

After all, in many cases, landlords exploited tenant farmers even more ruthlessly than they exploited serfs!
However, Nikolai clearly didn't notice the change in his expression and continued pointing into the distance, saying:
"The castle on that mountain is the Vorontsov family's castle, but this is not your ancestral land. The Vorontsov family's land is still in Moscow!"

"Although most nobles actually prefer to live in manor villas rather than cold and dark castles, the Vorontsov family, as a traditional military noble family, has an ancestral rule that family members must never leave their castles."

"But you can rest assured that this castle has undergone extensive renovations, and the living conditions will definitely not be worse than other places."

Andrei nodded somewhat numbly. He was fully confident in this regard, because he felt that the castle in the distance was simply too luxurious.

In his memory, apart from Neuschwanstein Castle, he had never seen any castle as luxurious as his own.

Of course, it could also be because he hasn't seen enough castles, since most of his castles are from games like Mount & Blade.

"...Besides the castle, there is another smaller castle located behind the hill, in the north direction. This castle was mainly used to defend the main castle in the past."

"Further north are several factories belonging to the family, mainly focusing on light industry. Apart from these factories, the family's remaining factories are located elsewhere, since those factories are more polluting..."

Listening to the butler's explanation, Andrei felt as if he was about to be numb with shock.

Good heavens! He only knew that his family was an earl, but he really didn't know that his earl's territory was so big!
There are farms, factories, and two castles, and it seems that this is only part of the family's territory.

He used to envy other families who had more land, but now he feels like he doesn't need to envy others anymore.

Looking around, from one mountain peak to many more, this vast expanse of land was all his own territory!
Seeing the shocked expression on Andrei's face, Nikolai sighed inwardly.

He had initially thought that the young master had remembered something, but it seems that the young master's amnesia has not been cured. He was simply shocked by the strength of the Vorontsov family.

As the car drove past, the heavy iron gate at the front was pulled open. Before the two gates were opened from the inside, Andrei could vaguely see a sign that read "Private Property, No Entry".

When the gate opened, the scene was not quite what he had imagined, with servants lining the way to welcome him.

There were indeed people lining the streets to welcome them, but they weren't servants; instead, there were at least 30 powered armored soldiers in two rows!

Although the style of the power armor worn by these people is very different from that of the Black Hawk Empire, and it looks thinner and only protects a part of the body.

Even so, Andrei's eyes lit up the moment he saw the power armor on these people.

Because he noticed that these people's power armor also seemed to have jetpacks!
(End of this chapter)