Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

“It’s precisely because we’ve put too much pressure on ourselves that we dare not start a war easily.” Tong Chuxue sighed. “You’ve probably heard about it… In this war, the legends will not participate.”

The two nodded repeatedly.

"The main reason is that the destructive power of the Legendary forces is too strong. Once the war starts, it will be an apocalypse where the heavens and earth collapse, the continent sinks, and billions of living beings wail. Even if the Primordial Ones do not descend, the world will have been almost completely destroyed." Tong Chuxue said solemnly, "The same applies to the Eastern Front. Nearly one-third of the military strength and national power of the two countries are stockpiled there, along with countless amounts of gold and silver, which are the key forces for suppressing the Abyss and the Underground City... Once the war starts, the impact will be immeasurable."

"But the empire is amassing troops, and the kingdom has no choice but to as well, creating a vicious cycle that has now reached a point where neither fighting nor not fighting is an option."

"So... the plan is to attack from the western front to boost morale on the eastern front?" Wang Zhiming understood somewhat.

"Hmm...more or less."

Tong Chuxue finished her drink, checked the time, and then said, "If you're willing, you can work with me in the transport industry from now on. The western route is too dangerous; it might happen in the next couple of days..."

"BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

The ground shook, and it felt as if billions of meteors were hurtling down from the sky. The deafening roar of artillery fire interrupted her before she could finish speaking!

Chapter 109, Amber God, let me save one more!

"What happened?!"

Before Xiao Chunan could ask anything, Wang Zhiming shoved his head to the ground and shouted, "Fire!! Take cover!!!"

Tong Chuxue had no time to appease her two followers and immediately rushed out of the officer's room. She saw a cluster of small black dots rushing towards her from mid-air, a shrill whistling sound piercing the night sky. Then, countless iron balls fell like rain, the ground trembled violently, and mud, stones, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A violent explosion rang out not far away, shaking the ground, followed by a chilling chorus of screams.

Tong Chuxue turned around and the scene before her made her hands and feet go cold—

All the shells landed on the east side of the military camp where supplies were stored. The explosions and shockwaves engulfed everything in sight, followed by bursts of fire. Death instantly enveloped the entire eastern camp!

How powerful were those shells?

With a single shot, the military truck, capable of transporting countless people to another world, exploded like a toy. Shards of metal and glass flew in all directions like shotgun pellets. A soldier who was lucky enough to dodge the explosion and shockwave had his head sliced ​​off, but the metal shards, still carrying momentum, pierced the chest of the person behind him. Blood and internal organs gushed out, plastering the walls, and the ground was littered with severed limbs...

The soldier who had narrowly escaped death lay prone to the side, clutching his head in terror, refusing to move no matter what orders his superior gave him.

Thick smoke and flames filled the air, and the smells of gunpowder, burnt powder, and blood assaulted Tong Chuxue's nostrils.

Just as she was about to say something, a shell suddenly exploded in front of her. Even though Cheng Cheng activated his Sacred Domain in time, the scorching shockwave still knocked the girl over and slammed her to the ground, her ears filled with the sharp sound of the explosion.

She shook her head, which was still dazed from the shock, and stood up. The hot pot and alcohol she had just eaten were churning in her stomach, making her vomit.

"Enemy attack! Counterattack!!"

The two golden generals stationed at the camp gave the order and then soared into the sky, colliding with the two golden generals from the kingdom. Immediately, thunder and fire surged in the night sky. Four beams of light tangled together beneath the clouds, each collision exploding into a halo that pushed the clouds outwards.

On the battlefield of gold, a single spark can turn into a sea of ​​fire in the military camp...

Meanwhile, the Silver Legion had also finished assembling and chanted a collective spell. The turquoise protective shield had just risen when it was blasted through by a barrage of cannon fire!

With the two armies' camps more than ten kilometers apart, the Silver Legion's attack magic range was completely insufficient, and they could only repeatedly raise magical protective shields, only to have them shattered by cannonballs time and time again!

In the end, some soldiers overcame their fear, pushed out cannons from the small wooden huts behind the trenches, and launched a counterattack against the enemy.

With visibility obstructed in the darkness and in a state of fear following the shelling, these gunners had no energy to adjust their trajectories. A few scattered shells flew towards the enemy camp, bringing back dozens or even hundreds of times more shells in return. The Kingdom's army confirmed the location of the Imperial gunners, and a dense barrage of artillery fire was directed at the direction from which the shells were fired, with explosions rising and falling in waves.

An Imperial field gun was hit directly; the shell burrowed into the gap between the gun shield and the barrel and exploded in front of the ammunition box in the loader's arms.

The flames instantly engulfed the entire gun emplacement, and the entire artillery unit was reduced to ashes without a sound. The gun barrels were blasted away, twisted and deformed like dough, tumbling erratically in the air. Before the nearby gunners could even react, they were swept away, their brains splattered, and limbs and dismembered bodies flying everywhere!

"How is this possible..."

The imperial gunners finally confirmed the enemy's artillery position by observing the ballistics and recoil time, their eyes wide with disbelief: "They actually fired from the military camp... The kingdom's military camp is more than 30 kilometers away from here, how could their artillery possibly reach us?!"

After the "forgetting" of the Gun Demon was lifted, the Empire quickly picked up the technologies it had forgotten, and the development of firearms was rapid, almost changing every day; but time was limited, and it was still far from reaching the advanced level of Earth's intelligent artillery and ultra-long-range artillery.

For example, the Empire's current main artillery consists of a 76.2mm field gun with a rate of fire of 12-15 rounds per minute and a range of 13.3km, using fixed-load high-explosive and armor-piercing ammunition; and a 155mm cannon with separate-loading ammunition, a rate of fire of 2-3 rounds per minute, but a range of up to 23.7km.

But kingdoms are different.

Because the Spark of the Gun is in Freya's possession, she can directly use the Spark's power to summon or trade various modern weapons.

After the military-industrial complex dismantled and studied these weapons, they were continuously put into production, and the development of artillery far surpassed that of the Empire. For example, the main howitzer currently bombarding the Empire is 155mm, with a burst rate of 15 rounds per minute, a terrifying range of 30-56km, automatic loading, and can bombard the Empire directly from outside its attack range!

The gunners had assumed that the Kingdom's army would take advantage of the night to move the cannons within 20 kilometers before firing... but it turned out that the Kingdom's army launched a bombardment directly from their own camp, 35 kilometers away from the Imperial army's camp!

The imperial soldiers fought with all their might but could only passively take hits and couldn't strike the enemy at all!

With things having come to this, the gunners no longer had the courage to fight back and all ran to the rear!

Meanwhile, the battle for gold in the sky also came to an end.

The Kingdom launched an attack, well-prepared and closely coordinated. After holding out for several minutes, one of the Empire's two Gold Saints was unfortunately shattered in his Sanctuary and then had his throat cut by a series of deadly moves!

Golden blood fell from the sky, and he weakly raised his hand before finally falling to the horizon.

Seeing this, the other gold general did not hold out any longer. He immediately abandoned the soldiers on the ground and flew towards the main camp behind him. The two royal gold generals pursued him closely, intending to intercept and kill him on the way!

"Retreat! The forward base is lost! Retreat to Yunlan City in the rear!"

The enemy's main force was simply outside the range of their artillery. One of the gold generals was dead and the other had fled. The silver officers also lacked the means to attack from such a distance, so they all fled in defeat and retreated to the rear!

"boom--!"

Another soldier was blown to bits before her eyes. As the smoke cleared, only a charred crater and half a burnt boot sole remained on the ground. Tong Chuxue, tears welling in her eyes, clutched the ring in her hand and, amidst the deafening roar of the explosions, pleaded almost screamingly, "Master! Please help me!"

"What can I do for you?" Cheng Cheng's voice rang in my mind, crystal clear. "Help you kill enemies?"

Hearing Cheng Cheng's tone, Tong Chuxue was slightly taken aback: "No, is it not allowed?"

“Of course not, because I am a legend,” Cheng Cheng said. “In this war, neither side can use legendary power, otherwise they will suffer the backlash of the contract… I can only help you withstand some attacks.”

Tong Chuxue froze on the spot.

After becoming a disciple, she slapped faces on the construction site, excelled at her job, was promoted to second lieutenant, and reached the peak of Qi Refining... Her life was so smooth that she almost forgot that it was all her master's power, not her own.

Without a master, I would just be an ordinary soldier in the Qi Refining stage.

"I can't do anything..."

Amidst the hail of bullets, Tong Chuxue followed the main force in a distraught retreat to the rear base. As she walked, she lost all her strength, trembling as she knelt on the ground. Watching the soldiers around her being swept up in this bloody massacre, her heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

God Amber, what else can I do?

For the first time, this girl, who had persisted in practicing swordsmanship even after her cultivation had stagnated for three years and her life had become so bleak that she could only get into a junior college, was lost in the flames of war.

Until a scream from behind reached his ears through the sound of the explosion—

"Medic! Help me!"

Ok.

Tong Chuxue took a deep breath, glanced back at the smoke-filled trenches, picked up a helmet that had been blown off someone's head, and put it on her own head.

Then, against the backdrop of the retreating crowd, he walked alone into the midst of the gunfire.

…………

When Xiao Chunan and Wang Zhiming rushed out of the lieutenant's room, the shelling had already been going on for half a minute.

Xiao Chunan still had the rose he brought from school pinned to his military uniform. The flower had long since withered and died, leaving only a dry stem, but he still treasured it.

However, now he and Wang Zhiming stared at the sky full of sparks, frozen in place, unable to utter a single word.

A hand reached out from the side, grabbed the two men by the back of their collars, and dragged them toward the trench!

The two men turned around and saw an old soldier with a cigarette in his mouth and a full beard. Seeing that the two men were still in a daze, he angrily kicked one of them: "Are you fucking looking to die standing outside?!" Only then did the two men react and follow the old soldier into a temporary underground shelter.

The entrance was made of half a corrugated steel pipe and wooden planks, and seven or eight people were already crammed inside, huddled in a corner, shivering.

"Boom boom boom—!"

The explosions grew closer and more frequent, the bunker trembled, and yellow soil dripped from the cracks in the wooden planks, landing on my neck and mixing with the sweat on the back of my neck to form mud.

Outside was a bloody slaughterhouse, and those hiding in the bunker were like prisoners awaiting execution—no one knew when the fragile bunker would collapse, burying everyone alive underground.

At this moment, the glory of sacrificing for the country and the achievements of making meritorious contributions were long forgotten by the young men. They all hugged themselves and trembled. In the corner, some recruits muttered to themselves in a daze, some knelt down and prayed for the protection of the Amber God, and some cried out, "Mom, I want to go home..."

Xiao Chunan huddled in the corner of the bunker. The calyx of the rose in his hand had fallen off, leaving only a bare stem. The thorns pierced between his fingers, but it didn't hurt at all.

Wang Zhiming noticed his lips were trembling and he was muttering something repeatedly. Only when he got closer could he hear clearly—"How long will this shelling continue?"

The veteran who had brought them in leaned against the bunker wall, took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth, and glanced at Xiao Chunan.

"You think the artillery fire stopping is a good thing?" the veteran gritted his teeth. "Didn't you notice? Every few minutes, the artillery fire moves forward a bit. What follows behind are definitely the kingdom's infantry, brought in under the cover of the artillery fire!"

Xiao Chunan's face turned pale instantly.

He suddenly stood up, his head hitting the wooden beam above him, and trembling as he shouted, "I want to go back!" he ran toward the entrance to the bunker.

"Hey! Are you crazy?!"

Wang Zhiming cursed angrily and reached out to grab his trouser leg, but missed.

The corrugated steel pipes at the entrance clanged amidst the gunfire, and the night outside was illuminated by flames in an orange-red hue, which at first glance resembled amber, like the heavenly kingdom of the amber god in mythology—and Xiao Chunan ran straight toward this heavenly kingdom.

"boom--!!!"

It was then blown into a bloody mist by a shell that landed near the entrance.

Blood mist poured in from the bunker entrance, splattering the veteran's face. He wiped it away, cursed angrily, and then stuffed the unlit cigarette back into his mouth and chewed it fiercely.

Wang Zhiming was completely stunned.

He stared at the direction where the blood mist at the entrance had not yet dissipated. His vision blurred, and everything around him began to slow down—it seemed like someone was screaming. The veteran was shouting at the entrance that the bunker was going to collapse, his voice muffled by the explosion, as if through an indistinct fog. The recruits had completely lost their senses, all huddled in the deepest part of the bunker, curled up in a ball with their heads in their hands, like woodlice under overturned stones.

The wood snapped with a loud crack, a plank collapsing along with the steel beam, and then yellow earth poured down from above. Like water, like waves.

Wang Zhiming had just stood up, trembling, when he was buried under the yellow earth.

After the dust settled, only half a corrugated steel pipe remained sticking up on the ground, with strips of military uniform cloth torn by shrapnel hanging from it. It resembled a tombstone, or perhaps a flag.

…………

Following the cries for help, Tong Chuxue came to a pile of collapsed timber, moved it aside, and found a young soldier lying on the ground.

She was slightly taken aback.

She had seen this person before—the one who had laughed at her the loudest during the college entrance exam when her results were announced—she never expected that this person would also join the army.

The wicked expression he had used to mock him was now completely gone. His face was covered in black mud, his lips were pale, and both his legs, severed below the knees by shrapnel, were rapidly losing warmth. Upon seeing Tong Chuxue's face, a flicker of panic crossed his mind, quickly replaced by a powerful will to survive. He pleaded desperately:

"Please...don't leave me..."

Tong Chuxue sighed, knelt beside him, tore off a piece of fabric from her sleeve, bit off the strip with her teeth, and tied it tightly to his severed limb.

“In the name of the Amber God, I will definitely save you,” she said.