The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Also, pass on the order: Anyone who bravely charges forward will be promoted one rank after the battle and rewarded with 500 Cherven gold coins. If they unfortunately die for their country..." At this point, his voice suddenly rose, "In addition to a lavish burial, an additional 10 gold coins will be allocated to their families as compensation. I want these cowards to remember how the former king forged the glory of the empire with his flesh and blood!"

Nicholas waved his hand, dealing with the situation. Seeing Nicholas's reward boost the morale of the vanguard, the officers no longer objected, and a solemn silence fell within the headquarters. Several officers took orders and quickly mobilized the war mage regiments on the battlefield. In an instant, the sky darkened, and crimson waves of energy surged like a torrent of flame.

The battlefield was ever-changing, and opportunities were fleeting. Therefore, the War Master and his corps immediately unleashed a massive war spell on the retreating Sarkaz mercenaries. The crimson Originium energy transformed into a tidal wave, striking directly at their target.

Just at this moment, a dark black army suddenly appeared in front of the Sarkaz mercenary group. They easily broke through the Ursus army that surrounded the Sarkaz mercenary group. Then they raised their shields and formed a battle array, using their own Originium skills to form a magic array. A layer of dark blue energy field formed on the shields they raised, linking together like a huge tortoise shell, protecting themselves and the Sarkaz mercenary group.

And just at this moment, the crimson tides shone with blinding light and crashed down! The scorching waves, carrying destructive force, were like a raging beast with its bloody mouth agape, devouring everything around it.

In an instant, the battlefield was filled with screams, mingled with the roar of metal clashing and the trembling of the earth. In the glow of the fire, the air was filled with the smell of burning, mixed with the scent of earth and blood. Life at this moment became so fragile, as if it could be crushed into dust at any moment.

The smoke gradually cleared, revealing a barrier as blue as the deep sea in the center of the devastated battlefield. Though covered in horrifying cracks and riddled with holes, it stubbornly guarded the soldiers behind it. By comparison, the surroundings were a living hell—charred limbs and arms littered the ground, the earth charred to a charcoal black, and the air was filled with a sickening, burnt stench.

"Those are the heavy armor of the guerrilla shield guards! They're the guerrilla shield guards from the ice field!" a scout shouted hoarsely, pointing with a trembling finger at the figures clad in pitch-black heavy armor in the center of the battlefield. He immediately recognized their identities. The message spread like ripples, quickly reaching the command center.

"It's them! The guerrillas and these bandits are truly in cahoots. Everything lines up... This confirms my worst suspicions. That patriot captain must be here too. Maybe he's watching us from above."

After receiving the intelligence, Nicholas gripped his sword tightly, beads of sweat beading on his forehead. The patriot was like a hot potato, difficult to handle. The other officers were silent, waiting for Nicholas to think and decide on the next battle strategy.

"Adjust tactics." After a moment's silence, Nicholas gave the order in a decisive tone. "Change from a strong attack to a gradual, nibbling advance. The higher we go, the narrower the mountain paths become, making it difficult for us to deploy a full-scale assault. We can only advance cautiously. Furthermore, this time we're facing an elite guerrilla force, so breaking through in hand-to-hand combat will be difficult."

He walked over to the sand table, his sharp knuckles slicing across the terrain. "Focus on using long-range firepower to strike the enemy's defenses. At the same time, have our shield guards push forward, build a defensive line, and occupy their positions. Don't let them recapture the position and push the battle line."

"It's already dark. We have only one goal now: to force that patriot out! As long as he shows up, the goal of this strategy will be achieved," Colonel Nicholas said in a deep voice. "Go, urge the engineering team to deliver the mortars. Combined with the magicians and crossbowmen, we'll smash through their lines."

"Yes!" The officer in charge signaled the engineering team to begin transporting the mortars from the camp to the battlefield. The supply teams were ready to go, countless wheels rolling over the muddy roads, carrying each heavy mortar to the front line. In the dark night, more catapults were pushed to the front line, forming a line alongside the already prepared mage army. The clang of bows and crossbows was incessant, and a brutal war of attrition was about to begin.

……

Corpses continued to fall along the southwest mountain road. After losing nearly a hundred soldiers, the Ursus army finally broke through to the halfway point of the mountain. Although the army had a long line, they finally climbed the winding mountain road.

"You little bastards! Try to hide for a moment! You've murdered so many of our brothers with such despicable means, and now it's your turn, you bastards, to hide your heads and show your tails. (Ursus vulgar language)" A heavily armored soldier, charging at the forefront with a shield, cursed as he proudly held up a bloody head. The head's face was covered with the distinctive Reunion mask, and its eyes stared blankly into the distance.

"The heads of your dead brothers are right here. Why are you still hiding your heads? Don't you even have the courage to come out and fight for them? You useless things! Without the ability to become invisible, how can you be qualified to fight against the army of Ursus!" The heavily armored soldier continued to shout and provoke, trying to force the hidden crossbowmen of the ghost army to fight with him and others.

"Let me kill him! Let me kill these executioners! I will take back Amor's head!" The eyes of a phantom crossbowman hiding behind the pass had turned red. If he had not been held back by two teammates, he would have rushed out.

"Idiot! Do you want to die? Their spells can mark us, and we have lost our advantage of invisibility. If it weren't for the dark sky and Amor's sacrifice, I'm afraid we would have lost more than half of our men in that wave of calculations just now!" The team member on the side shouted angrily.

"Am I just going to watch Amor's head being insulted like this? You don't have to worry about me. At worst, you can use my life as bait..." The red-eyed team member wanted to struggle, but was suddenly hit in the face with a punch, knocking him to the ground.

"Can you calm down?" A cold young man's voice reached his ears. Faust slowly lowered his fist and continued, "Amor sacrificed himself so that we could live. Do you want Amor to die in vain? Do you want Amor to watch you waste the life he fought for you? Answer me!"

"Faust...but..."

"Follow orders! Now is not the time to settle accounts! You are not the only one who is angry! We will make them pay for Amor's death and the injuries of those brothers."

The phantom crossbowman was about to argue when he was interrupted by the young man's cold and unquestionable voice. Faust turned around and walked forward with the crossbow in hand.

"! Faust, where are you going?!" Several phantom crossbowmen asked, as if they had noticed that Faust was heading in the wrong direction.

"Your arrows aren't firing well," a faint voice said. Faust finished loading his crossbow and said slowly, "Shoot in different directions to confuse the enemy. I'll take care of him."

"! Faust! Do you want to..." The phantom crossbowmen understood what Faust meant at once, and they immediately picked up the crossbows in their hands and got ready.

Below, the heavily armored soldier continued to shout. Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the air, and the heavily armored soldier shuddered violently, as if struck by a cold wind. Almost instinctively, he raised his massive shield to shield himself, then hid his entire massive figure beneath the iron wall.

Behind him, the sorcerers, having also heard the noise, immediately unleashed their spells. Invisible energy waves spread out in all directions like ripples, quickly locking onto the trajectory of the incoming arrow. The Originium energy in the air transformed into visible ripples, like ripples in water, tracing the arrow's path, ultimately revealing the outlines of several hidden figures, which lingered for a long time.

Seeing this, the crossbowmen in the front row were instantly energized, aiming at the exposed enemy and launching a fierce counterattack. Simultaneously, the elite soldiers in the front charged out like arrows, vowing to annihilate the enemy in the next round of attack.

At that moment, Faust leaped forward, striking decisively. His Originium Arts raced, coalescing into a formidable force. In an instant, three arrows, shimmering with a faint purple glow, were nocked onto his crossbow. He frantically pressed his Originium Arts, practically exhausting his full potential. The crossbow trembled under the immense pressure, as if it would shatter in an instant.

Fortunately, with extraordinary willpower, Faust gritted his teeth and clamped down on the surging Originium power within his crossbow. With a fierce gaze, he raised his arm and took aim. Then, three arrows whistled out with terrifying force. With lightning speed, they struck the heavily armored soldier who had just been showing off his might!

Faced with this sudden attack, the heavily armored soldier had no chance to dodge. With a single blast, the powerful force of the three crossbow bolts shattered the massive shield. Then, three purple-haired crossbow bolts pierced the heavily armored soldier's body in one swift movement—blasting his head, heart, and the right arm holding his head to pieces. Meanwhile, Amor's head, freed from its restraints, flew into the air on the blast, its eyes, now devoid of light, surveying the battlefield.

"boom!"

After piercing the heavily armored soldier's body, the three arrows strangely landed simultaneously, stirring up a cloud of dust and debris, creating a massive crater. The surrounding Ursus soldiers were either killed instantly or seriously injured by this blow, or even worse, thrown off the cliff by the aftermath, their fate uncertain. All of this fell into the "eyes" of the head, which had also been lifted into the air by the blast and slowly plummeted to the ground.

Chapter 113: Total Annihilation (Fourth Update)

"Rest in peace, Amor. I will repay you for all your hatred and insults you have suffered." Faust prayed silently in his heart, dodging the spells and crossbows that had locked on him, and retreated quickly.

But at that moment, a fierce crossbow bolt silently struck him. Despite his best efforts to dodge, the sharp arrowhead still pierced Faust's shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. The pain was excruciating, and blood flowed. But he ignored it, forcing himself to endure the pain and quicken his pace. Under the protection of his comrades, they retreated to the crucial mountainside pass where the shield guards were stationed. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Bear with it, boy." The shield leader's rough hand pressed down on Faust's injured arm, preventing the uncontrolled blood from gushing out after the arrow was removed. Mephistopheles, standing nearby, looked grave, a hemostatic patch in hand, medical disinfectants and instruments in his arms, his eyes filled with concern.

The shield leader grasped the arrow near the tip and yanked it out with all his might. Blood splattered as the arrowhead was pulled out. Mephisto immediately stepped forward, pressing a special hemostatic gauze against the wound before disinfecting and carefully cleaning it. Then, Originium Technique flowed through his palm, gently healing the damaged skin. A moment later, he carefully wrapped it with layers of white bandages.

"Sasha... I'm so glad you're safe." After the treatment was completed, Mephistopheles finally let go of his worries. However, a violent red light began to flash in his eyes, and he said in a terrifyingly low voice, "Anyone who dares to hurt Sasha... will never be forgiven..."

"Ino. We agreed on this. Your Originium skills can only be used to save lives. Don't forget that you have to be the hero who heals everyone and use your abilities to help everyone as much as possible. You also promised Mr. Wang Chong that you would learn to control your emotions and not let them control you." Faust was well aware of his close friend's mental state, so he immediately spoke to comfort him.

"Oh... I'm sorry Sasha, whenever I get angry, my mind becomes confused..." After being reminded by Faust, the ferocity in Mephistopheles' eyes gradually began to dissipate, and was replaced by a look of guilt.

"I'm fine now, Ino. There are still many injured brothers waiting for your care. The battle is not over yet, you have to protect yourself." Faust warned.

"Yeah... Then I'll go treat the others first." Mephisto nodded, and very obediently carried the medicine box to treat other phantom crossbowmen who were hit by arrows or spells.

"I can see you guys have a good relationship, boy." After watching Mephisto leave, the shield guard leader nodded, then restrained his smile and asked in a serious tone, "What are the casualties?"

"Twenty crossbowmen were slightly injured, ten were seriously injured and temporarily unable to fight, and three were killed. The enemy suffered approximately 200 casualties." Faust reported the numbers with some heaviness.

"With the advancement of a thousand people, you are able to achieve an exchange ratio of about 3:20, which is already quite excellent." The shield guard leader said in a deep voice.

"It could have been less... My Originium skills have been improved. If I had been more careful, perhaps they wouldn't have died." Faust was obviously a little bothered by this matter. If he could not rely on his own abilities and act more cautiously, at least there would be no death list.

"There are always casualties in war. In every war, we fight with the awareness that this may be our last. You have to learn to get used to it." After the shield leader finished speaking, he stood up and said slowly, "The ground is beginning to shake. They are coming. Make final preparations for this battle. Turn your self-blame into motivation to crush the enemy, for those fallen comrades-"

"revenge!"

……

On the winding mountain path, Ursus soldiers trudged through the slush, pursuing the cunning Phantom Crossbowmen. They had lost around fifty men in the previous battle, bringing their total to roughly one-fifth. The frustration was unbearable. This disastrous outcome was truly humiliating for everyone involved.

The captain commanding this unit was particularly furious. If it weren't for the darkness and the steep terrain, how could they have been toyed with by these scattered crossbowmen for so long?

"Where are we going now?" the captain asked the spy, suppressing his anger.

"Sir, we should be almost halfway up the mountain. The terrain here is a little flatter than before, but the passage is getting narrower. If we continue to advance in five columns, I'm afraid we will all be squeezed together. We won't be able to use our weapons, and our spells will hurt our own people." The scout respectfully reminded

"In that case, change the fifth column to the fourth column and continue to advance. Strengthen the reconnaissance efforts, let the magicians cast spells faster, and be sure to be vigilant against those crossbow thieves. Next time we meet them, make them pay a heavy price!" The captain waved his sleeves impatiently and issued a command.

"Report... Report! Something unusual has been discovered at the pass ahead!" At this moment, a scout went against the flow of people and came to the captain in a panic, his expression extremely flustered.

"Why are you in such a hurry? If those crossbow thieves dare to show up again, I will blow them into pieces!" The captain said with an angry and unhappy look on his face.

"No... it's not the crossbowmen who appear this time! It's the guerrillas! The guerrillas' shield guards!" the scout said in panic.

"Guerrilla shield guards? Where did they come from... Wait!" The captain thought at first that they were just some unreputable fellows, but after careful consideration, he suddenly remembered the notorious guerrillas led by the patriots on the ice field.

"Damn it! If they're really those shield guards, we might not be able to get through this narrow pass even if we try our best! Most of the army's magicians have gone to the main battlefield in the northwest, and the ones we brought with us are specifically designed to deal with those invisible crossbowmen. Their firepower alone is not enough to penetrate the defenses of these elite shield guards. How can we break through?"

The captain's face turned grim. He realized that if there were more than eight shield guards on the mountain to defend the front and center, it would be impossible for them to break through. They would have to sacrifice all their lives and exhaust the enemy's strength.

But don't forget, there are not only shield guards on the mountain, there are also those highly lethal crossbowmen. With such a lineup combined, unless they have a heroic unit with extremely strong individual capabilities that can defeat the shield guards in one blow, there is only one way left for them, and that is to retreat.

After much deliberation, the captain gritted his teeth and gave up. He immediately said, "Hurry up and have the troops withdraw. We can't break through the enemy lines in this situation. Also, send a message to the command center and inform them of the situation here."

"It's too late, sir! The vanguard in front has already engaged those shield guards!" the scout said hurriedly.

"What? Why didn't you say it earlier!" The captain immediately took out a telescope and looked forward. Sure enough, large snowflakes were rising above, and a fierce battle had begun.

"They actually took the initiative to step out of the pass and attack us! Damn it! The formation in the front is in chaos! Everyone, keep the formation, let our heavy armored guards take the lead and maintain the defense line! Let the troops behind start to evacuate slowly!" The captain immediately gave the order.

"No, sir. Our army was just changing from the fifth column to the fourth column in front of us. After this group of shield guards rushed in, all the personnel were squeezed together. The heavily armored soldiers had no way to move forward!" The messenger hurriedly reported the situation.

"Then let the people behind retreat quickly! Quickly!" the captain said angrily.

However, climbing the mountain was easier than descending, and the long line made it difficult to issue orders. Furthermore, the faction was retreating rather than advancing made those behind them think that those ahead had already suffered defeat and were ready to flee. Some even began shouting, "We're defeated! We're defeated!" This greatly weakened the army's morale, further disrupting the formation and making it even more difficult to descend the mountain.

"The time has come." Under the cover of the shield guards, the crossbowmen observed the chaos of the Ursus army from a high position and realized that the time for counterattack had come.

"Start those automatic machines. It's time to avenge the three dead warriors!" Faust gave the order in a deep voice. The phantom crossbowmen also began to manipulate the Originium skills and activated some of the equipment they had already placed on the cliffs of this winding mountain road.

“Swish, swish, swish—!!”

At this moment, every soldier heard a sound: the sound of arrows breaking through the air, no matter where they were in the long line of Ursus. They saw crossbows constantly shooting down from above their heads, ruthlessly harvesting their lives.

"There's an ambush! Run!"

"Enemy! Where is the enemy! What are the magicians doing? Why don't they find the enemy yet?"

"They're all firing automatic ballistae!! This road is packed with them! Ah——!"

Screams rang out, but they were answered by whistling, razor-sharp crossbow bolts, slicing through the air and slicing through the air, shattering the last vestiges of hope for the Ursus army. Those struck fell to the ground, the dense barrage of arrows forming an invisible net that enveloped the battlefield. The survivors fled, finding nowhere to hide. Unable to descend, some even took the risk of leaping from the cliff edge, only to slip and be crushed to pieces.

"Damn it! What the hell are those idiots in the rear doing! Why haven't they retreated yet!" The captain was barely alive under the protection of the heavily armored soldiers holding shields around him. He hoped that the team in the rear would retreat, but he didn't know why everyone's progress was as slow as a snail. It took them a long time to move forward. He was just waiting to be pierced to death by a crossbow, and then kicked off the cliff by someone next to him before he could barely squeeze forward.

But when the captain came down the mountain a distance and saw the rear end of the team, his face turned extremely pale, and he sat down in the snow, crying out: "It's over! It's all over!"

At the rear of the column, a group of guerrilla shield guards appeared from nowhere. Their defensive line successfully blocked the Ursus troops' retreat down the mountain. Under the coordinated fire of the phantom crossbowmen, the Ursus soldiers fell like wheat being cut down.

"Shhhhh-"

Each purple-lit crossbow bolt pierced the heavily armored soldier's massive shield, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the heavily armored soldier and those protecting him. Faust watched indifferently as he treated the Ursus soldiers, now living targets, gradually broke through the team's last line of defense. As for the magicians from earlier, they had long since perished under the hail of arrows from the crossbows he had deployed.

Time ticked by, and finally, the last intact unit fell. The captain's head was pierced by a purple arrow. Even before death came, his face was filled with despair. The entire Ursus army of a thousand men was completely annihilated in these snowy mountains, with no survivors. The snow was covered with dense footprints and dark brown stains, telling of the one-sided massacre.

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Chapter 114: Patriots Take Action (Fifth Update)

"These Ursus soldiers will probably never imagine until their death how we got behind them and surrounded them."

"This has to be Mr. Wang Chong. They say that after arriving at this mountain, he spent a day surveying the surrounding terrain, then began ordering his men to dig into the mountain wall and build secret passages throughout. Clearly, he's been preparing for today's battle long before now. Now, aren't we using the passage we've opened up along the mountainside to successfully get behind them and take them down by surprise?"

The shield guards started talking while cleaning up the battlefield.

Faust panted heavily and sat down, leaning against the mountain wall. He had expended too much energy in killing these heavily armored shield guards, and his oripathy, from overusing Originium techniques, had begun to worsen. Fortunately, he pulled a red candy from his pocket and swallowed it. The oripathy that had been threatening to flare up calmed down, and the burning and stinging sensation gradually subsided.

"Teacher's medicine... is truly miraculous." The teacher Faust was referring to was, of course, Wang Chong. Wang Chong had given him three of these candies before he went to battle, saying that if he showed signs of a relapse of his mineral sickness, taking them would stabilize the condition. Now, these candies had indeed helped him immensely.

"Boy, do you need a hand?" The shield guard leader came to Faust, stretched out his hand and pulled Faust, who was sitting against the mountain wall, up.

"Don't let your guard down completely. Sitting in the snow will freeze you," the shield leader said. "Judging from the situation, we should have completely wiped out this entire army. Even if there are any who escaped, I'm afraid there won't be more than ten. This is a great victory... Arrange those who can still move to the foot of the mountain to take turns providing early warning. The rest of you can rest for a while."

"Over at the northwest battlefield..." Faust raised his head and asked,

"Don't worry, there are Patriot, Tallulah, Frost Star, and Mr. Wang Chong. With them here, you don't have to worry about not being able to win the battlefield in the northwest. What's more, it's already night time. Unless the commander of Ursus is stupid, he won't continue the attack. It won't do them any good." The shield guard leader patted Faust on the shoulder and said.

"If you truly want to help them, use this battle report of ours to inspire and motivate them... If they can hold out a little longer, the war in the northwest should be over."

……

The battle in the northwest corner had already reached a fever pitch. The Patriots, commanding the main force, formed a massive shield line across the rugged mountain path, withstanding the onslaught of artillery fire and magical assaults. Simultaneously, the Patriots, using banners, directed the guerrillas, the Reunion's melee troops and elite troops, and the Sarkaz mercenaries at the forefront, attacking alternately, crushing the Ursus troops who attempted to break through the defenses one after another.

"Great victory! Great victory! Our brothers in the southwest have completely wiped out the thousand-man Ursus force! Great victory! Great victory! Our brothers in the southwest have completely wiped out the thousand-man Ursus force!"

A resounding voice suddenly pierced the smoke-filled battlefield. At that moment, a messenger from the rear passed through a mountain passage and arrived at the core troops' line, bringing everyone the news of victory from the southwest corner.

"Mr. Patriot! On the southwest battlefield, the Ghost Army lured the enemy, and in their hasty pursuit, they were thrown into disarray by the Shield Guards' charge. They were then mowed down by the automatic crossbows deployed on the mountain walls. Finally, the Shield Guards and crossbowmen used the passage to launch a pincer attack, completely annihilating over a thousand of Ursus' men! Our losses in this battle were minimal, with only three casualties and over fifty wounded. It can be said to be a complete victory!"

The messenger came to the patriot and reported the detailed battle report to him.

Hearing this battle report, the surrounding Integration Movement fighters were all excited by the huge disparity in the results, which far exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Damn it... That kid Faust is really capable. He only relied on 100 people and wiped out an army of over 1000 people at the cost of three lives!"

"Everyone, brace yourself! Don't let your guard down! (Ursus swear words) The younger generation can do it, but we, who are older than them, haven't been living off the fat of the land for years! We must hold our ground firmly and not let ourselves be outdone!"

Clearly, this victory was like a shot in the arm, instantly boosting the morale of the entire army and inspiring every Reunion fighter present. Even the shield guards were somewhat moved. Patriot, on the other hand, remained unfazed upon hearing the news, simply nodding. After all, Patriot had experienced countless wars, both large and small, and was himself a legendary Ursus hero known for defeating larger forces with fewer men. This kind of exchange ratio was no stranger to him.

"Bring it to...others...to encourage them." The Patriot slowly gave the order himself. Most of the time, he used the command flag directly to give orders. This time, the battle report made him take the initiative to endure the pain in his throat and speak out. It was a high praise for the victory of this battle.

Soon, the good news spread continuously, and even Wang Chong, Tallulah, Shuangxing and others who had been waiting quietly in the passage received the news. These people who had been waiting for a long time could not help but sharpen their knives, wanting to accomplish such a feat of annihilating the enemy like Faust.

"Don't rush out. The battle line hasn't reached us yet. It's not time for us to play a role yet." Fortunately, Wang Chong and others who led the three troops calmed the hearts of the restless people present.

"I have a feeling this war won't last long. The great defeat in the southwest corner, coupled with the inability to advance the front line, I'm afraid the commander of Ursus no longer wants to decide the outcome today." At this time, Black Snake, who had been observing the battle report for a long time, lay on Wang Chong's shoulder and said slowly.

"Well, I guess this is why Mr. Patriot didn't follow the plan and start luring the enemy to retreat, but instead insisted on defending the line." Wang Chong nodded slightly and said.

"Although you have a brilliant plan and excellent strategic vision, you are still a little immature in your sensitivity to the changes in the battlefield situation. I guess the commander didn't want to decide the outcome from the beginning, which is why those heavy equipment and war wizards didn't use their full strength." Black Snake said slowly.

"He's waiting...waiting for an opportunity. Waiting for the Patriots to be forced to reveal themselves. Yes, the attitudes of those above him towards the Patriots are still ambiguous. This guy wants to use this battle to define the Patriots, perhaps even to obtain a special decree from the Emperor. That way, he can give an explanation to those factions and avoid being liquidated after the war."

"I see... I think Mr. Patriot is also aware of this. He also knows from this that the enemy dare not use all their firepower, so he is deliberately depleting the enemy's numbers here." A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in Wang Chong's eyes, and he said slowly.

"That's right. Now the commander-in-chief can't bear it any longer... The defeat in the southwest has accelerated the situation of this war. He must make a choice. Either try his best, or retreat in disgrace with nothing gained. However, it will probably be the former. The emperor's anger is not something that ordinary people can bear. He must give an explanation for the failure of this war." Black Snake said.

Just as Black Snake had judged, at this moment the communication in the southwest corner of the Ursus command camp was cut off, and then news of the southwest's defeat came from the front battlefield in the northwest corner. Everyone knew what this meant.

"Damn it! A thousand people! A thousand people were defeated just like that! I haven't lost so many people on the front line until now! That idiot Cholesky defeated them all at once!" Colonel Nikolai cursed angrily. The result of this war has greatly hit their morale.