Fangzhou Xier, starting with failing the art exam

A torrent of hundreds of Tiger I tanks was charging toward the defensive line at a terrifying speed.

Even more terrifying was the approaching shriek from the sky; dozens of Stuka dive bombers, accompanied by the shrieks of death, plunged down.

"Air raid! Quickly, take air raid shelter!"

The commander-in-chief's roar was drowned out by the deafening explosion.

boom! boom! boom!

The earth is wailing.

Those hastily constructed positions and bunkers were easily leveled.

Flames and thick smoke shot into the sky, and the entire position was turned into a living hell.

The Syracusean soldiers who had miraculously survived the bombing hadn't even had time to climb out of the craters before Letanian tanks were already charging in front of them.

"Fire! Fire!"

A family officer shouted the order at the top of his lungs.

The soldiers in the trenches raised their crossbows, and occasionally a few took out muskets, firing futilely at the behemoths.

The crossbow bolts and bullets struck the Tiger I's sloped armor, leaving not even a scratch.

"Where's the explosives? Use the explosives!" the officer shouted desperately.

However, their ammunition depot, along with its logistics personnel, was sent to the air during the first round of air raids.

A Tiger I tank rolled over the barbed wire, and the coaxial machine gun on its turret began to roar, its flames sweeping across the trenches, instantly turning the soldiers in one section of the trench into a bloody mist.

The other tank stopped, its turret slowly rotating to aim at a firing point that was still putting up a fight.

boom!

With a deafening roar, the bunker, constructed of sandbags and concrete, was blasted into countless flying fragments.

This is no longer a war, but a massacre.

It's a devastating blow from a well-organized military force to gang thugs.

"Devils...they are devils!"

"Run!"

The will to resist completely collapsed within five minutes.

The so-called united resistance army collapsed instantly. The soldiers threw down their weapons, cried out, and fled backwards, wishing they had been given two more legs.

But how could their legs outrun the tracks of tanks and the wheels of infantry fighting vehicles?

The armored torrent did not stop for a moment, crushing the routed enemy troops and not even bothering to accept prisoners.

The infantry that follow up will resolve these issues.

General Taylor's orders were clear: Full speed ahead, target Montelupe!

The two spearheads, following a pincer-like pattern, easily sliced ​​through the territory of Syracuse.

The towns along the way almost all gave up resistance when they saw the overwhelming steel army.

In some cities, the city gates were opened even before the tanks arrived, and people carrying Letanian flags took to the streets to welcome the liberators.

It included a large number of Gertrude's agents and young people incited by those who crossed the border.

Those families that tried to hold onto their manors and cities faced annihilation.

The territory of the Falcone family.

Old Falcone gathered all the family's armed forces, preparing to resist from the fortified manor.

However, his response was a bomb falling from the sky and a tank crashing directly through the manor gates.

The battle ended in less than half an hour.

When old Falcone was dragged from the ruins, he watched as his proud estate was reduced to a sea of ​​fire, and as red flags bearing the hammer and sickle were planted all over his land.

He finally understood that perhaps his daughter Lavinia's choice was the right one.

Times have truly changed.

One day, just one day.

The vanguard of the First Armored Division of Letania has appeared on the hills outside the city of Montelupe.

The tank's cannon was pointed at the city in the distance.

When the news reached the city, the entire city of Montelupe descended into a final frenzy.

Madame Sicily stood on the balcony of her residence, looking through binoculars at the faint outlines of steel on the distant hills.

Her hands were trembling slightly.

She had anticipated failure, but never imagined it would be so swift and so devastating.

Behind her were the few remaining family leaders, including Bernardo Bellone and Alberto Saluzzo.

“Madam…we…we surrender?” Alberto Saluzzo’s throat was dry.

All the shrewdness and calculation of the past seem so laughable in the face of absolute power.

"surrender?"

A young family heir, seemingly insane, drew his gun.

"I'd rather die than surrender to that peasant emperor!"

"We're going to fight them in street battles! We'll wear them down in Montelupe!"

Bernardo Bellone gave him a cold look: "With what? With your gin cup?"

“Our temporary army is gone, and the people…the people are waiting for the city gates to be opened for them.”

Just then, all the radios in the city were suddenly filled with a loud voice.

"People of Montelupe, fellow citizens of Syracuse, I am Lacey."

It's the voice of Emperor Lacey!

"The corrupt family rule has come to an end."

"The vampires that are weighing you down will soon be swept into the dustbin of history."

"I, in the name of the Holy Third Reich Emperor of Leitania, make this promise to you!"

"The war will end today."

"The army of Letania will not harm any civilians, nor will it seize any private property."

"Put down your weapons and get out of your homes."

"A new Syracuse, a Syracuse without oppression, without exploitation, where everyone is equal, will be born today!"

"Now! Open the city gates! Welcome the dawn that belongs to you!"

Lacey's speech became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"boom!"

The young heir who was clamoring for street fighting was slapped to the ground by his own father.

"Do you want our entire family to be buried with you, you fool!"

"Open the city gate!"

"Quickly open the city gates!"

Desperate family leaders, in order to save their lives and wealth, issued their final order as rulers.

Even before they gave the order, the people of Montelupe had already taken action on their own.

Led by those who had crossed the border, tens of thousands of citizens surged toward the city gates.

They pushed aside the guards and removed the roadblocks, expressing their longing for new life in the most primal way.

The gates of Montelupe slowly opened amidst cheers.

Under the sunlight, the tanks of the 1st Armored Division of Leitania slowly drove into the city like a guard of honor being inspected.

The streets were lined with people with complex expressions.

There was fear, there was curiosity, but more than anything, there was a release and anticipation after being suppressed for too long.

Some of the bolder children even tried to touch the cold tank armor.

A young armored soldier poked his head out of the turret, looking at the surreal scene with a bewildered expression.

He saw a girl in the crowd gently place a white flower on the barrel of his tank.

Minister Taylor's command vehicle drove directly to the entrance of the City-State Union Council.

Madame Sicily, dressed in a black dress, stood calmly on the steps, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

Taylor got out of the car, but instead of drawing his weapon, he walked up to Madame Sicily and gave her a standard Workers' Party salute.

"Madam, I have come to receive your surrender on the orders of His Majesty the Emperor."

Madame Sicily looked at the general before her, and then at the endless steel legion behind him.

She closed her eyes.

That afternoon, the red flag with the hammer and sickle was slowly raised atop the Montelupe Council Chamber.

Syracuse has changed hands across the entire country.

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Holy Lytanian Empire: Chapter 106: Father, Your Era Has Ended

There were no gunshots at dawn in Montelupe.

Tanks of the 1st Armored Division of Leitania were parked at the main intersection with their turrets lowered.

The infantry took over the city's defenses. They were highly disciplined and set up checkpoints at street corners to check everyone who tried to carry a weapon.

Madame de Sicily's official residence has been taken into custody.

General Taylor did not go there; instead, he set up his headquarters in the City-State Council Hall.

As dawn broke, dozens of marching tents were erected in the square in front of the council hall.

This is not a prisoner-of-war camp, but a people's relief station.

"Don't push! There's enough for everyone!"

The Leitanian logistics officer shouted through a megaphone, directing soldiers to unload buckets of steaming hot oatmeal from the truck.

The crowd gathered, initially filled with fear and doubt.

There is never a free lunch in Syracuse.

"Really, it's free?" a thin, elderly woman asked timidly.

“Imperial citizen, this is free.” The soldier shoved a bowl of porridge into her hands.

The old woman froze, the scalding hot porridge bowl causing a stinging pain in her withered fingers.

She took a sip, and tears welled up in her eyes.

On the other side of the square, red flags fluttered high.

Inside the mobile clinic, Leitanian military doctors and medical volunteers who had accompanied the army began receiving patients.

"next."

An infected person dressed in tattered clothes was pushed in.

In Syracuse, the infected are no different from livestock; they are simply tools of the family.

His companions looked at the Leitanian medics in horror—those people in white coats and protective masks.

The military doctor showed no disgust and skillfully examined the Originium crystals on his body.

"Long-term malnutrition, coupled with a harsh environment, requires the injection of inhibitors first."

"Two people, come and help carry it to the isolation tent."

These scenes are playing out in various districts of Montelupe.