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Victoria's once-proud artillery array was now in a sorry state, its armor covered with burn marks, and the white steam billowing from the ruptured steam pipes sounded like the gasping of a dying beast.

The Iron Duke's dazed expression suggested he hadn't yet recovered, a look of fear he had never shown even when facing the Gallic army.

Right now, only one word is on his mind: Run!

As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood!

"Full speed ahead!"

"Once we break through this plain, we can retreat back to the Victoria border!"

"As long as we can get to that place—"

The staff officer stared at the constantly flashing radar screen, his voice trembling.

"Sir, the signals from the other two troop formations are disappearing one by one!!"

"What did you say...?"

boom! ! !

A violent explosion suddenly came from the right flank, causing the entire warship to list violently.

The Iron Duke staggered to the observation window, his pupils suddenly contracting.

On the horizon, black and red flags stood like a forest.

That wasn't the shadow of the airships, but Kazdel's land army.

Countless spirit banners blocked their path, and the decaying aura emanating from the leader, Niecilei, even stained the originally bright sky a gray color.

He simply waved his staff!

"The enemy is so terrified they can't even muster the courage to attack; how can we retreat without a fight?!"

"All soldiers, listen to my command!! Charge with me!!"

Chapter 113 Three Ropes

On the outskirts of Olivia, behind the southern defense line of Letania

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the cobblestone streets on the outskirts of Olivia, and the distant mountains were tinged with a dark red.

"Hey Johnson! This time, a bottle of craft beer is definitely in the bag!"

"Today is the third day."

"You swore that day that our allied forces would take Kazdel within three days..."

Upon hearing the military policeman's words, Johnson wrung his hands anxiously.

"That was just... just a strategic estimate!"

The other soldier burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"I knew it! He was definitely trying to renege on his debt!"

Johnson's face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

How dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air!

"War...war cannot be calculated like this..."

Then came incomprehensible phrases like "strategic detour" and "tactical silence," which drew laughter from everyone, filling the air with a joyful atmosphere.

Nearby, military police captain Horn leaned against the wooden railing of the outpost, slowly exhaling a smoke ring.

He squinted and looked north—the direction of the Oschdenheim Line, the place where the last battle report had arrived three days earlier.

"Communication still hasn't been restored?"

"It's been three days already, what's going on at the front?"

Lieutenant Karl rubbed his hands together and exhaled a puff of white breath.

Horn snorted and twirled his pipe in his mouth.

"What's the panic? If those Sarkaz barbarians manage to break through the Oshdenheim defenses, I'll eat this pipe right here and now."

Several young military police officers couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Besides, even if they could take a detour, the north is the territory of those mad dogs from Ursus, and the south is the Ironspine Mountains and the Blackswamp Forest. Unless they can grow wings and fly over, otherwise—"

Before the words were finished, a deep rumble suddenly came from the distant horizon.

Horn frowned and turned to look.

At first, it was just a blurry cloud of smoke, but as the sound grew closer, a row of dark steel outlines gradually became clear—it was an armored convoy, the sound of its tracks rolling over the cobblestones deep and powerful.

Karl squinted.

"Victoria's reinforcements?"

"When did they start building these heavy armored vehicles?"

Horn stared at the outlines of the chariots, rubbed his eyes lightly, and looked again.

The sharp angles of the armor, the length of the cannon barrel, and even the camouflage paint style all exude a familiar, barbaric aura.

"They even copied the Sarkaz armor design? Is it really that accurate?"

"Tsk... Victorians learn pretty quickly."

The convoy slowly approached, and the lead vehicle stopped in front of the checkpoint.

The roar of the engine gradually subsided, and the surroundings became eerily quiet.

Horn stepped forward and knocked on the armor plate of the chariot.

"Hey! Which unit are you from? Where's your pass?"

no respond.

He frowned, and was about to shout again, when suddenly, the chariot's roof popped open with a bang.

A figure wearing a horned helmet peeked out, only his scarlet eyes and a set of gleaming white teeth standing out in the setting sun.

"Good afternoon, military police officer."

The Sarkaz soldier grinned.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Sa, sa sa sa—"

Carl stammered backward, knocking over the weapon case behind him. The sound of metal hitting the ground finally snapped Horn out of his daze.

“Enemy attack—!!!”

The moment he let out a heart-wrenching roar, the Sarkaz tank's coaxial machine guns were already spitting fire.

Amidst the whistling sound of bullets tearing through the air, Horn's last thought was—

That pipe... it seems he really has to eat it.

other side

Frederick III stood atop the highest point of the Oschdenheim Line, his scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind.

He looked down at the steel city wall stretching for dozens of miles, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"It's been three days..."

He murmured to himself, his fingertips tracing the cold bricks of the city wall.

"Those Sarkaz barbarians were ultimately stopped here."

The sky in the distance was as dark as iron, as if a storm was brewing.

But Friedrich only saw the splendor of the defensive line—Leytanian sorcerer arrays were still chanting, Victoria's steam knights patrolled back and forth, and the symphony of the Golden Law Guard vibrated in the air.

All of this is a barrier to civilization, an insurmountable chasm for barbarism.

"grown ups!"

"Reconnaissance reports from the front lines indicate that the Sarkaz's mobile city remains in the ruins of Kadenrania, with no further activity!"

An adjutant quickly stepped forward and handed over a battle report.

Friedrich chuckled, took the battle report, and tossed it aside. The paper fluttered in the wind, eventually settling into the mud below the city wall.

"Sure enough."

"They dare not break through our defenses, so they can only take detours like rats... As for the north, we can also make use of those greedy bears."

The adjutant hesitated for a moment, then whispered.

"But the Ursus have been coveting us for a long time. What if they join forces with us...?"

"madness!"

Friedrich interrupted him coldly.

"The Ursus people are as greedy as jackals; how could they possibly let this piece of meat slip by and share it with those demon bastards?"

"If the Sarkaz dare to break through from the north, they will inevitably run into the Ursus army!"

His voice gradually rose, as if he were convincing himself, or as if he were announcing to the entire army.

"Let them fight! Let them tear each other apart! Until they're both bled dry and exhausted—"

"That will be the moment for us, Letania, to reap victory!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers on the city wall raised their weapons and cheered.

Their morale burned like a raging fire, as if victory was already in their grasp.

Another Letanian sorcerer grinned.

"His Excellency Friedrich is truly visionary!"

"The north is Ursus territory. If the Sarkaz dare to go that way, the Ursus will be the first to tear them apart!"

"As for the Victoria direction? Ha! Unless they can cross the Ironridge Mountains and then traverse the Blackswamp Forest—we might as well hope they grow wings on the spot!"

"This defensive line is the culmination of our wisdom. It is indestructible and without any flaws!"

“Wetlands and rivers will hamper their march, and the Ursus will tear apart their flanks.”

"The Iron Ridge Mountains and the Black Swamp Forest are so dense that even birds have difficulty crossing them, let alone an army."

Finally, he slammed his fingers down on the crenellations of the city wall.

"And on the front—we are there."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers' eyes regained their confidence, as if victory was inevitable.

Looking at the high morale below, Friedrich nodded in satisfaction and turned to walk towards the command room.

Actually, Friedrich was quite uneasy at first. He used all his possessions to reinforce the city walls, after all, the Sarkaz people were said to be very evil.

An invincible monarch, a steel torrent that crushes everything, a demon king who conquers the earth.

However, as these battles went on, Friedrich's initial unease gradually subsided, replaced by an unprecedented confidence.

Is this all the Sarkaz has been hyped up for?

They had been preparing for an offensive for several days, but they couldn't even break through their first line of defense.

War truly is a test of a leader's ability...

Those incompetent guys must feel ashamed to be defeated by Sarkaz using some strange trick, so they try to glorify Sarkaz to make their defeat less embarrassing.

His steps were light and even elegant, as if he were walking on a court ball carpet rather than a battlefield.

Until the communications officer stumbled into his room.

"what happened?!"

He frowned and shouted.

"coming!!"

"Those Sarkaz are attacking!!"

"Olivia has fallen,"