I'm in Terra

Luxembourg's acting governor, Carter, was personally stationed in the heart of the city. If the situation became irreversible, he would personally destroy the city and extinguish everyone's last hope.

After breaking through the city gate, Rossiya did not rush to engage the defenders entrenched in the streets. Instead, he sent a force to control the upper city wall. He knew that the roads in the city wall area were narrow and easy to defend but difficult to attack. However, if he wanted to launch a full-scale assault, the other city gates would also play a very important role.

"The First and Second Armies will advance together, clearing every street starting from the city gates. The Third Army will follow closely behind, clearing the enemy's roadblocks and checkpoints. The Fourth and Fifth Armies will take turns scaling the city walls, ensuring they seize control of all the gates."

"Yes!"

In addition to the five troops that entered the city first, Rossiya also stationed a force of about a thousand men outside the city gate. This was to prevent possible sneak attacks and to facilitate the deployment of the troops inside the city.

"I am back."

Just as Rossiya was arranging his troops, he suddenly heard a weak whisper in his ears.

Rossiya's expression remained unchanged. He arranged the tasks of each department step by step, and then went into the temporary military tent.

After the guards on both sides were called back, a shadow gradually gathered from under Rossia's feet. A few seconds later, the assassin, looking disheveled and injured, appeared before him.

"The assassination attempt failed. Victoria had a highly skilled sorcerer by his side, and he himself possessed immense martial arts prowess. However, I managed to injure his arm with a poisoned knife before escaping."

A General's Success: 57 Cutting off the Arm

"Victory has a sorcerer by his side?" Listening to his assassin's description, Rossia frowned slightly. "That's right. After all, as the city lord known for the so-called infected paradise, it's normal for him to have one or two infected sorcerers on his side. But since he was stabbed by the poisonous knife, he's probably no longer able to lead the army. Any other news?"

"Yes." The assassin nodded. "Before I was about to leave Woden Town, Victoria's troops set off again. However, they were not heading towards Luxembourg, but towards Rossiya Territory."

Rossia snorted coldly upon hearing this. "Hmph, as expected. I guessed that Carter was determined to perish with me. Victory was planning to lead his men to intercept me, right? It's a pity they were a step too late. Who would have thought I would arrive at the army before the city gates were breached? The news was very timely. You go down and get treatment first. I've already arranged the decapitation operation on Carter's side."

"Yes." The maid lowered her head and turned into a shadow again and disappeared into the tent.

Only when there was no one else in the tent did Count Rossiya relax and doze off in his chair. Now everything was going according to his plan. Did Carter think that if the spy hidden in the army exposed Rossiya, he would not be able to figure out his location?

Want to bury Luxembourg? Haha, you have the backbone of Akaski back then, but it's a pity you're still a little naive.

Just as Rossia closed his eyes and pondered how to operate after taking over Luxembourg, Victoria's troops quietly approached Luxembourg.

In order to deceive Rossiya as much as possible, Victoria indeed ordered the entire army to set out from the west gate and head straight for Rossiya, and only when they were about to leave the territory of Woden Town did they suddenly change route and return to Luxembourg.

The fighting within Luxembourg is now extremely fierce, but Victor deliberately took his troops on a detour.

He knew that it was better to go too late than too early. Rossiya would never be able to eliminate the resistance within Luxembourg so quickly. If he wanted to preserve his strength and quickly capture Luxembourg, the best way would be to assassinate Carter and then advance the front while persuading him to surrender.

Regardless of Rossiya's decision, he had the advantage of striking back. The worst-case scenario was that Luxembourg would abandon resistance after Carter's death, forcing Victoria to confront Rossiya's entire army immediately.

But what can we do about it???

Victoria gripped the long sword tightly in his hand, feeling the surging and strong aura in his body.

He didn't know whether he could lead the Flying Bear Army to break through the defenses of the Rossiya Army, but he knew that if he didn't try, the outcome would be death.

He actually didn't have many choices along the way. He could either stay in Norvinsk and become a small lord who could die at any time, or fight hard and take over the whole of Luxembourg.

He has the courage to bet ten thousand dollars on one million!

A real man should fight on the battlefield. If you can't win today's battle, you will die!

"All troops must gather together. Once noon has passed, follow me and crush the defenders outside Luxembourg. This is the day to achieve great success and become extremely wealthy!"

"Ula!!!"

The soldiers tore at the frozen white bread in their arms, occasionally chewing on the equally hard sausages. The cold food in their hands did not dampen their enthusiasm. Everyone knew that as long as they entered Luxembourg, they would have everything they wanted.

Upon seeing this, Victoria immediately called Paul over and said, "Pass my order. Give each squad a jug of liquor."

"The logistics department has prepared alcohol supplies, but it's not a good idea to drink when a war is about to start, right?" Paul was stunned and asked hesitantly.

Victoria smiled and pulled out the small bottle from his bosom. He took a swig and passed it to Paul. "It's okay. If there's one bottle per team, each soldier can only drink two sips. It'll keep you warm and boost morale. By the way, when you distribute the wine, let us know which unit completes its mission the fastest in today's battle. They'll get an extra quota of liquor in their meals this year."

"Boost morale? I get it!" Paul took the bottle, tilted his head back and drank the remaining wine in the bottle.

Soon, Victoria's orders were issued along with the liquor. The soldiers took turns sharing the liquor that they rarely touched on weekdays, and talked about how to use the legendary liquor quota in the future.

As time passed, the sun in the sky approached noon. Looking at the faint smoke from cooking in the distance, Victor took the lead and boarded the troop carrier.

"My boys, have you all eaten and drunk enough?"

The soldiers in front of Victoria looked at each other, and one of the strong men raised his hand: "I'm not full. This little bit of food and drink is not enough to fill my teeth!"

"You're right, you're not full." Victoria grinned, his cruel face clearly visible. "I didn't bring you to this desolate wilderness for a picnic. I brought you to eat meat! Do you see those guys cooking over there? Kill them and smear their blood all over the city gates! If you can kill them all without leaving a single one alive, I'll personally take you to Luxembourg for a feast!"

"Ula!!!"

The soldiers, their faces flushed, rushed to board the troop carriers. Meanwhile, the assault vehicles, which served as the stormtroopers, began to warm up. These assault vehicles, modified by craftsmen, did not carry any soldiers, but were instead covered with thick armor at the front.

They have only one mission, to tear open the enemy's defenses and bring the battle into the most frantic meat-grinding stage among the soldiers.

The armored assault vehicle rushed straight into the enemy camp, and the troop carrier behind it was equally unwilling to be outdone. It did not have any additional armor on its body, but that did not prevent it from making some extra money from the crowd.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack! Where are the crossbowmen? The crossbowmen are..."

As several troop carriers drove into the enemy camp, the vanguard troops on the vehicles also began to kill. They jumped out of the open carriages and pounced madly on the enemies beside them.

At the same time, the troop carriers carrying crossbowmen arrived at their designated locations. Victor kicked open the carriages and, clutching their giant crossbows, led the charge to seize the flanks. With the humming sound of bowstrings, the crossbows flew past the engaged troops, pinning any fleeing soldiers in the rear to the ground in the snow.

The support troops were stationed very close to the city gate, less than two hundred meters away. But this two hundred meters became their one-way street to hell.

They were preparing lunch and had not anticipated Victoria's surprise attack. By the time they realized the troop carrier was approaching, it was already too late.

The crossbowmen at the rear of the position were quickly annihilated by Victoria's multiple ranges of fire. Only the heavily armored shield guards and the vanguard battalion relying on the support of the shield guards were still resisting stubbornly.

"Stop, everyone, prepare for battle."

Seeing this, Victoria stopped the crossbowman who had not yet finished shooting, then picked up the long knife stuck in the ground and rushed forward towards the central meat grinder.

A General's Success: 58 Carter's Death

Blade in hand, he charged like a rampant black dragon. Victory gathered all his strength and charged towards the defenses with the speed granted by his Hippogriff bloodline.

In a split second, the plain long sword slashed at the leading shield guard. The fully armored armor and thick shield seemed ridiculous and fragile in the face of the absolute power disparity.

With just one blow, a terrible dent was created in the specially made explosion-proof shield, and the shield bearer was knocked down by the enormous force.

But the leading shield guard was also a tough guy. Even though his hands had lost feeling and he fell to the ground with his armor on, he still struggled to get up and continue to maintain this already shaky line of defense.

"Pfft————"

The blade, slightly deflected, stabbed into the shield guard's chest, plunging his consciousness into complete chaos. As a man, he admired such a warrior who fought to the death, but as an enemy, he had to kill them all.

"Flying Bear Army, follow me and charge!!!"

"Ula!!!"

Victor held his bloodstained sword high in one hand, and with the other, he lifted the uneven shield. Following his call, the Flying Bear Army, who had been disgusted by the tin cans, raised their arms and rushed towards the gap Victor had created.

The barely maintained front line quickly collapsed. Without command and dispatch and guards' cover, these so-called heavily armored shield guards were nothing more than cans of meat waiting to be opened.

Two thousand well-trained elite soldiers wouldn't be a problem against a thousand or so, but Victor wanted complete annihilation. Killing one more person now meant one less person to kill later when they were slicing through Luxembourg's internal flesh. Therefore, even though the situation was favorable, Victor still led the Flying Bear Army on a reckless charge.

Until only soldiers wearing Norvinsk uniforms were left in the snow.

The war was over, and it was still a resounding victory. Victory panted heavily, watching the soldiers around him finish off each other one by one.

After confirming that there were no more remaining troops, Victor tore off his tattered uniform and protective gear and called out loudly to his adjutant.

"Hoo-hoo-haha Paul!!!"

Paul, who was cleaning up the battlefield from a distance, heard Victoria's cry and rushed to the center of the battlefield. When he saw Victoria's shirtless appearance, Paul subconsciously took off his coat and wanted to put it on Victoria.

Victor stopped Paul and pointed forward with his right hand. "Have the soldiers board the train. Our tracks have been discovered. Next, we should go around to the north gate of Luxembourg and enter the city."

Paul looked in the direction Victoria pointed. A number of soldiers had gathered on the towering city walls, many of them fiddling with something. It wasn't clear what they were fiddling with, but it was clearly not a welcome salute.

"All troops aboard! We're heading into Luxembourg!!! Leave the spoils here first, and we'll come back to figure it out after we've killed all the bastards in Luxembourg!!!"

Hearing Paul's shouts, many soldiers also noticed the small movement on the distant city wall, so they dropped the spoils in their hands and rushed back to the cars.

A few minutes later, the Norvinsk soldiers drove away in the troop carriers in front of the defenders of the city wall.

"Report! Our reserve troops were attacked, and nearly a thousand men were wiped out. According to reports from the defenders of the city wall, the attackers are suspected to be the two thousand soldiers led by Victor."

Snapped----

The awakened Count Rossia slammed his chair lightly. All is fair in war, as is common in the military. Judging from the time, Victoria should have suddenly changed his mind when he was about to reach his territory, and turned around to attack him from behind.

This wasn't a problem; Rossia had already considered this possibility. The real problem was that the 1,000 men he left behind were meant to prevent possible backstabbing and sneak attacks.

But what about now? A thousand-man army was completely wiped out, while the attackers escaped. This could not help but make Rossia a little angry.

"Where are the Victorians? Which direction are they going?" However, no matter how angry he was, the current battle situation was the top priority. Anyway, all the officers who followed the army were dead, so there was no need for him to spend time thinking about how to punish these defeated generals.

"Those heading north probably want to enter Luxembourg through the north gate."

"Is he going through the north gate? I guess this was already discussed with Carter. Let the soldiers at the north gate withdraw and use the withdrawn troops in other directions."

"Yes!"

After the messenger left, Rossiya no longer concealed his anger: "Hurrah! They're all good-for-nothings! Good-for-nothings who can't even run away! Someone, come!"

The assassin lady, dressed in a new outfit, appeared in front of Rossiya: "What can I do for you?"

Rossia took a deep breath and tried to stay rational: "Let Carter's people take action. We must not let these two brothers reunite."

"Your will." The assassin lady lowered her head and retreated, with no one able to detect the mocking look in her eyes.

At the same time, Victor, who was changing into a new set of equipment in the car, was suddenly startled, and then sat down on the chair somewhat unsteadily.

Paul, who was standing by, noticed something was wrong and quickly stepped forward to support Victoria: "Colonel, what's wrong with you?"

Victor raised his hand to stop Paul: "I'm fine, something happened in Luxembourg. I can feel Carter's ghost waving to me. He said, avenge him."

"Governor Carter?" Paul was stunned. He had also heard that Victoria had experienced some kind of telepathic discomfort after Joloy's death, but he didn't expect it to reappear today.

Luxembourg, core area.

Carter sat in his makeshift office, lost in thought, with a steaming cup of coffee in front of him.

In his hands, he was fiddling with a brilliant crystal. Pure Originium, Terra's most outstanding creation and its finest energy source.

If you want the core area and the entire Luxembourg to explode together, one pure Originium is enough.

As long as Carter opens Luxembourg's core energy zone and detonates it with this pure Originium...

Da da da--

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic knock on the door. It was the secret signal agreed upon by Carter and the guard in advance.

"Come in." Carter said lightly, but his hand picked up the crossbow on the table.

The moment the door opened, Carter suddenly fired the short crossbow in his hand. The person at the door was caught off guard and was directly shot to death by the crossbow arrow.

Carter looked closely and saw that the bullet had hit only the guard's body. Several strangers in military uniforms casually threw the guard's body to the ground and then surrounded Carter without saying a word.

"I knew you would come." Carter smiled calmly and pulled out his trump card from his pocket. It was an authentic Rutland pistol, once one of his father Akaski's favorite collections. "Actually, I ordered the guards not to knock on the door under any circumstances. If there is something important, just push the door open and enter."

The assassins said nothing, simply drawing their weapons. The leader waved his hand and coldly ordered, "Go straight ahead! Rutlan's short gun requires Originium skills to activate it, and Carter is just an ordinary man."

Bang————

Before the leader could finish his words, Carter opened fire, blasting the leading assassin in the head with a single shot. The other assassins were startled, then rushed towards Carter without regard for their lives.

Carter was not panicked. He held his pistol and killed the assassins one by one. He had already made up his mind to die, and now he just wanted to avenge Joloy before he died.

Until the last moment before the dagger pierced his heart, Carter's pistol continued to fire.

As early as the day he entered the core area, Carter had already cut his arm with the Originium.

"Victori will avenge me."

With the last gunshot, Governor Carter died together with the assassins.

A single move completes the task: 59 Integrating Luxembourg

Carter died, outside the core room, in the cemetery he had chosen for himself.

He still held the glittering crystal in his arms, and the cold rifle in his hands. He would never wake up again, never again to issue orders with such vigor and enthusiasm.

Carter was dead, but he was also still alive. The officers who learned of the tragedy in the core room did not panic, but instead tacitly contracted their defenses and held a small meeting.

"The last insurance has been eliminated by Rossiya. It has become a luxury to perish together." An officer lit a cigarette in the conference room. As the thick smoke exhaled from his mouth and nose, the whole conference room was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco.

If it were any other time, Carter would have scolded them and told them to get out and smoke, but now it was different, no one would stop them.

"Rossia has voluntarily withdrawn its troops at the north gate, and the east gate is still relatively stable. It's just that the south gate probably won't last past tonight." Another officer shared the battle report and handed out the cigarettes in his arms.