A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"Furthermore, issue this order: anyone who dares to charge forward and survives will be promoted one rank and awarded five hundred Chervin gold coins. Those who unfortunately die in battle..." His voice suddenly rose, "...in addition to a grand funeral, an extra ten gold coins will be allocated to their families. I want these cowards to remember—how, in the days of the late king, the glory of the empire was forged with flesh and blood!"

Nikolai waved his hand, taking care of the matter. Seeing that Nikolai had rewarded the vanguard to boost their morale, the officers had no further objections, and the command post was now solemn. Several officers took their orders and quickly mobilized the war mage regiments on the battlefield. In an instant, the sky darkened, and crimson energy waves surged like a raging torrent.

The battlefield is ever-changing, and opportunities are fleeting. Therefore, the war mages and the mage corps immediately launched a large-scale war spell against the Sarkaz mercenaries who were still retreating. The crimson Originium energy transformed into a tide and struck directly at the target.

Just then, a dark, black army suddenly appeared in front of the Sarkaz mercenary group. They easily broke through the Ursus army surrounding the Sarkaz mercenary group, then raised their shields and formed a formation using their Originium Arts. A layer of dark blue energy field formed on their shields, which were linked together like a giant tortoise shell, protecting themselves and the Sarkaz mercenary group.

Just then, the crimson tides emitted a blinding light and crashed in! The scorching waves, carrying destructive power, were like a raging beast opening its blood-red maw, devouring everything around it.

In an instant, screams echoed across the battlefield, mingled with the clanging of metal and the deafening roar of the earth. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning flesh, mixed with the scent of dirt and blood, illuminated by the firelight. Life seemed so fragile at that moment, as if it could be crushed into dust at any moment.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, in the center of the ravaged battlefield, the deep blue barrier, as dark as the ocean, still stood. Despite being riddled with shocking cracks and holes, it stubbornly guarded the warriors behind it. In contrast, the surrounding area was a living hell—charred limbs and severed bodies lay scattered everywhere, the soil was charred black, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of burning flesh.

"Those are the heavy armor of the guerrilla shield guards! The shield guards of that guerrilla force on the ice plains!" a scout shouted hoarsely, pointing with trembling fingers at the figures shrouded in heavy black armor in the center of the battlefield, immediately recognizing them. The message spread like ripples, quickly reaching the command post.

"It really was them! The guerrillas and these bandits are really in cahoots, everything makes sense... This confirms my worst fears. Captain Patriot must be here too. He might be watching us from above."

Upon receiving the intelligence, Nikolai gripped his sword tightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The patriot was like a hot potato, difficult to handle. The other officers remained silent, awaiting Nikolai's decision on the next operational strategy.

"Adjust tactics." After a moment of silence, Nikolai gave the order decisively, "Change from a full-scale assault to a gradual, piecemeal advance. The higher we go, the narrower the mountain paths become, which is not conducive to our formation charge. We can only proceed step by step. In addition, this time we are facing that elite guerrilla force, and it will be difficult to break through in close combat."

He walked to the sand table, his sharp knuckles tracing the terrain: "Focus on using long-range firepower to strike the enemy's defenses. At the same time, let our shield guards advance, build a defensive line, occupy their positions, and prevent them from recapturing their positions and pushing the battle line forward."

"It's already dark. There's only one goal now: to force that Patriot out! If he shows up, the objective of this strategy will be achieved," Colonel Nikolai said in a deep voice. "Go and urge the engineering team to send over the mortars. They'll work together with the magicians and crossbowmen to break through their lines."

"Yes, sir!" The officer in charge began communicating with the engineering team to transport the mortars from the camp to the battlefield. The engineering and supply corps was ready to go, countless casters churning the muddy roads, delivering heavy mortars to the front lines. In the darkness, more catapults were pushed to the front, standing shoulder to shoulder with the already prepared mage legion. The clanging of crossbows being cocked was incessant; a brutal war of attrition was about to begin.

……

On the southwestern mountain path, corpses continued to fall. After losing nearly a hundred soldiers, the Ursus army finally broke through to the halfway point of the mountain. Although the army was moving in a long column, they had all managed to climb the winding mountain path.

"You little bastards! Try hiding again! You killed so many of our brothers with despicable means, now it's your turn to hide like cowards. (Ursus profanity)." A heavily armored soldier with a shield at the forefront shouted curses while proudly displaying a blood-soaked head. The head's face was covered by a mask characteristic of the Reunion Movement, and its empty eyes stared into the distance.

"The heads of your dead brothers are right here. What, are you still cowering? Don't you even have the guts to come out and fight for them? Useless trash! Without the ability to hide, what right do you have to stand against the might of my Ursus army!" The heavily armored soldier continued to curse and provoke, trying to force the hidden Ghost Army crossbowmen to fight him to the death.

"Let me kill him! Let me kill these executioners! I'll get Amor's head back!" A phantom crossbowman hiding behind the pass had bloodshot eyes. If it weren't for two teammates holding him back, he probably would have already rushed out.

"Idiot! Do you want to die?! Their spells can mark us, and we've lost our invisibility advantage. If it weren't for the darkness and Amor's sacrifice, we would probably have lost more than half of our strength in that last ambush!" a teammate shouted angrily.

"Am I just supposed to stand by and watch Amor's head be insulted like this! You don't need to worry about me, at worst we'll use my life as bait..." The red-eyed team member tried to struggle, but was suddenly punched in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Can you calm down now?" A clear, cold voice of a young man entered his ears. Faust slowly lowered his fist and continued, "Amor sacrificed himself to save our lives. 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..."

"Obey orders! This is not the time to settle scores! You are not the only one who is angry! We will make them pay for Amor's death and the wounds of our brothers."

The phantom crossbowman was about to offer an explanation when he was interrupted by the boy's clear, cold, and unquestionable voice. Faust turned around, crossbow in hand, and walked forward.

"Faust, where are you going?!" Several phantom crossbowmen asked, seemingly noticing that Faust was heading in the wrong direction.

"Your arrows are not working properly," a calm voice said. Faust loaded his crossbow and said slowly, "Fire in different directions to confuse the enemy. I'll take care of him."

"Faust! You mean to..." In an instant, the phantom crossbowmen understood Faust's meaning. They immediately picked up their crossbows and prepared themselves.

Below, the heavily armored soldier was still shouting. Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound pierced the sky, and the heavily armored infantryman trembled violently, as if he had been hit by a cold wind. Almost instinctively, he raised his giant shield to cover his body, and then hid his entire burly figure under the iron wall.

Behind him, the mages who had also heard the commotion immediately unleashed spells. Invisible energy fluctuations rippled outwards, quickly locking onto the trajectory of the incoming arrow. Originium Arts in the air transformed into visible ripples, like waves spreading across water, tracing the arrow's path and ultimately revealing the silhouettes of several figures concealed within, which lingered for a long time.

Seeing this, the archers in the front ranks were immediately invigorated and launched a fierce counterattack, aiming at the exposed enemy positions. At the same time, the elite soldiers in front charged out like arrows, determined to annihilate the enemy in the next attack.

Just then, Faust leaped out and decisively attacked. The Originium Arts within him surged rapidly, coalescing into an astonishing power. In an instant, three arrows gleaming with a ghostly purple light were already nocked at his crossbow. He was frantically pushing his Originium Arts to their limits, and the crossbow trembled uncontrollably under the immense pressure, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Fortunately, with his extraordinary willpower, Faust gritted his teeth and firmly suppressed the surge of Originium Arts energy within his crossbow. His eyes sharpened, he raised his arm to aim, and then three arrows, carrying terrifying force, whistled out. They hurtled straight towards the heavily armored soldiers who had just been so arrogant!

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the heavily armored soldiers had no chance to dodge. A deafening explosion rang out as the powerful force of the three crossbow bolts shattered the massive shield. Then, three purple-glowing bolts pierced the heavily armored soldier's body in one fell swoop—blasting his head, heart, and the right arm holding his severed head to smithereens. At that moment, Amor's head, freed from its restraints, flew into the air in the blast wave, its lifeless eyes surveying the battlefield below.

"boom!"

After piercing the heavily armored soldier's body, the three arrows strangely merged and landed together, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris, creating a huge crater. The surrounding Ursus soldiers were either killed instantly, severely wounded, or even thrown off the cliff by the shockwave, their fates uncertain. All of this was recorded in the "eye" of the head that had also been propelled into the air by the blast wave and was slowly falling into the cliff face.

Chapter 113 Annihilation (Fourth Update)

"Rest in peace, Amor. I will avenge you all the humiliation you suffered." Faust prayed silently, dodging the spells and crossbow bolts that had locked onto him, and retreated quickly.

But at that very moment, a sharp crossbow bolt came silently towards him. Despite his best efforts to dodge, the sharp arrow still pierced Faust's shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. The pain was excruciating, and blood gushed out. But he couldn't care less; he endured the pain and quickened his pace, retreating with his comrades to the crucial pass halfway up the mountain where the shield guards were located, only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Kid, bear with it." The shield guard leader's rough hand pressed firmly against Faust's injured arm to prevent blood from gushing out uncontrollably after the arrow was removed. Mephistopheles, standing to the side, looked grave, holding a bandage and carrying medical sterilization supplies and equipment, his eyes full of concern.

The shield guard leader gripped the arrow near the arrowhead and forcefully pulled it out. Blood spurted out the instant the arrowhead was removed. Mephisto immediately stepped forward, applying specially made hemostatic gauze to the wound, then disinfecting and carefully cleaning it. Originium Arts then flowed through his palm, gently healing the damaged skin, before finally wrapping it tightly with layers of pristine white bandages.

"Sasha... I'm so glad you're safe and sound." Mephisto's heart finally settled after the treatment was complete, but a violent red light began to flash in his eyes, and his voice was terrifyingly low as he said, "Anyone who dares to harm Sasha... will not be forgiven..."

“Ino, we have a deal. Your Originium Arts can only be used to save lives. Don’t forget that you are supposed to be a 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 knew his close friend’s mental state very well, so he immediately spoke up to comfort him.

"Ugh... I'm sorry, Sasha. Whenever I get angry, my mind goes blank..." Mephistopheles's fierceness gradually faded after Faust's reminder, replaced by a look of remorse.

“I’m alright now, Ino, but there are still many wounded brothers waiting for your care. The battle isn’t over yet, so you must take care of yourself,” Faust instructed.

"Okay... I'll go treat the others first." Mephisto nodded and obediently carried the medicine box to treat the other Phantom Crossbowmen who had been hit by arrows or spells.

"I can tell you guys get along really well, kid." After watching Mephisto leave, the shield guard leader nodded, then his smile faded, and he asked in a somewhat serious tone, "What's the casualty situation?"

"Twenty crossbowmen were lightly wounded, ten were seriously wounded and temporarily unable to fight, and three were killed. The enemy suffered approximately 200 casualties," Faust reported with a heavy heart.

"With a thousand men advancing, you've managed to achieve an exchange ratio of approximately 3:20, which is quite impressive," the Shield Guard leader said in a deep voice.

“There could have been fewer… My Originium Arts were breached. If I had been more careful, perhaps they wouldn’t have died.” Faust was clearly still bothered by this. If he had been more cautious and not relied on his own abilities, at least the death list wouldn’t have existed.

“There are always deaths in war. Every war we fight with the mindset that this might be our last. You have to get used to it.” The shield guard leader finished speaking, then stood up and slowly said, “The ground is starting to shake; they’re coming. Prepare for the final battle. Turn your self-reproach into the driving force to crush the enemy, for the sake of those fallen comrades—”

"revenge!"

……

On the winding mountain path, Ursus soldiers trudged through the snow, pursuing the cunning phantom crossbowmen. They had just lost about 50 men in the battle, bringing their total strength to roughly one-fifth, a fact that left them deeply frustrated. This humiliating defeat was a disgrace to everyone involved.

The captain in charge of the unit, in particular, was also seething with anger. If it weren't for the darkness and the treacherous terrain, they wouldn't have been toyed with by these scattered crossbowmen for so long.

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

"My lord, we should be almost halfway up the mountain. The terrain here is a bit gentler than before, but the passage has become increasingly narrow. If we continue to advance in five columns, we'll all be crammed together, making it difficult to use our weapons, and our spells might even harm our own men," the scout respectfully advised.

"In that case, change the five columns to four and continue the advance. Strengthen reconnaissance efforts, make the sorcerers' spellcasting even faster, and be extremely vigilant against those crossbow thieves. Next time we encounter them, we must make them pay a heavy price!" The captain impatiently waved his sleeve and issued the command.

"Report...Report! An unusual situation has been detected at the pass ahead!" Just then, a scout rushed against the flow of people and came to the captain in a great hurry, his expression extremely flustered.

"What's all the fuss about! If those crossbowmen dare to show their faces again, blast them to smithereens!" the captain said angrily.

"No...it's not crossbowmen this time! It's that guerrilla squad! That guerrilla squad's shield guards!" the scout said in a panic.

"Guerrilla Shield Guards? Where did these come from... wait!" At first, the captain thought they were some low-class guys, but after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly remembered the infamous guerrilla group led by Patriot on the ice plains.

"Damn it, if it really is those shield guards, we might not be able to get through this narrow pass even if we try our hardest! Most of the army's mages have gone to the main battlefield in the northwest, and the mages our troops brought are specifically for dealing with those stealthy crossbowmen; their firepower isn't enough to break through the defenses of these elite shield guards. How are we supposed to break through?"

The captain's face darkened. He realized that if there were more than eight shield guards on the mountain, enough to form a front and middle defensive line, breaking through would be as impossible as ascending to heaven. They would have to sacrifice everyone's lives to exhaust the enemy's strength.

But don't forget, there are not only shield guards on the mountain, but also those crossbowmen with great firepower. With such a lineup, unless they have a hero unit with extremely strong individual ability that can defeat the shield guards in one shot, there is only one way in front of them, and that is to retreat.

After much deliberation, the captain had no choice but to grit his teeth and give up. He immediately said, "Quickly order the troops to retreat. We can no longer break through their lines under the current circumstances. Also, send a message to the command center to inform them of the situation here."

"It's too late, sir! The vanguard is already engaged with the shield guards!" the scout hurriedly reported.

"What? Why didn't you say so sooner!" The captain immediately took out his binoculars and looked ahead. Sure enough, large snowflakes were rising from above, and a fierce battle had begun.

"They actually stepped out of the pass and attacked us! Damn it! The formation in front is in disarray! Everyone, maintain your formation! Let our heavy guards push forward and hold the line! Have the troops behind begin a slow retreat!" The captain immediately gave the order.

"No good, sir! Our troops were just in the process of changing from the fifth column to the fourth column when these shield guards rushed up and all the personnel were crammed together. The heavily armored soldiers simply couldn't hold them off!" the messenger hurriedly reported.

"Then tell the people behind to retreat immediately! Hurry up!" the captain roared.

However, going uphill is easier than going downhill, and the long column meant that issuing orders took time. Coupled with the fact that they were retreating instead of advancing, those at the back felt that those at the front had been defeated and were about to flee in panic. Some even started shouting, "Our army has been defeated! Our army has been defeated!" Morale plummeted, the formation became even more chaotic, and it became even more difficult to descend the mountain.

"The time has come." Under the cover of the shield guards, the crossbowmen, having observed the chaos of the Ursus army from their high vantage point, understood that the moment to counterattack had arrived.

"Activate those automated machines. It's time to avenge the three fallen warriors!" Faust commanded in a deep voice. The Phantom Crossbowmen began to manipulate Originium Arts, activating some of the devices they had already placed on the mountainside along the winding mountain path.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!"

At that moment, every soldier heard a sound—the sound of arrows slicing through the air—no matter where they were in the long Ursus column. They saw crossbow bolts raining down from above, mercilessly reaping their lives.

"Ambush! Run!"

"The enemy! Where is the enemy! What are the mages doing! Why haven't they located the enemy yet!"

"Automatic crossbows are firing everywhere!! This entire road is packed with them! Ah—!"

Screams rang out one after another, but their response was only a relentless barrage of sharp crossbow bolts, whistling through the air and reaping lives, utterly shattering the last vestiges of hope for the Ursus army. Those struck by arrows fell to the ground, the dense barrage weaving an invisible net that enveloped the entire battlefield. The survivors fled in all directions, but found nowhere to hide. Some, unable to descend the mountain, even took desperate measures, leaping off the cliff edge, only to slip and fall to their deaths.

"Damn it! What are those idiots in the back doing! Why haven't they retreated yet!" The captain, protected by heavily armored soldiers holding up shields, was barely clinging to life. He desperately hoped that the troops behind him would retreat, but for some reason, everyone's progress was as slow as a snail's pace. They couldn't get down for ages, and he could only wait to be pierced by crossbows and killed, and then kicked off the cliff by the people next to him before he could barely squeeze forward.

But after the captain had gone down the mountain for a while, the moment he saw the end of the column, his face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed onto the snow, exclaiming, "It's over! It's all over!"

Suddenly, a squad of guerrilla shield guards appeared out of nowhere at the rear of the column. Their defensive line successfully blocked the Ursus troops' retreat down the mountain. And with the support of the phantom crossbowmen, the Ursus soldiers fell like wheat being harvested.

"Shhhhh-"

The crossbow bolts, glowing with a purple light, pierced the heavy armor of the soldiers' massive shields with each shot, mercilessly reaping the lives of the heavily armored soldiers and the soldiers protecting them. Faust coldly watched as these Ursus soldiers, whom he had used as live targets, slowly crumbled the last line of defense. As for the sorcerers from before, they had long since perished under the barrage of arrows from the crossbows he had set up.

Time ticked by, and finally, the last intact fighting unit fell. The captain's head was pierced by a purple arrow, his face filled with despair even before death. The entire thousand-strong Ursus force was wiped out in the snow-covered mountains; not a single man survived. The snow was covered with countless footprints and dark brown stains, telling the story of the one-sided massacre that had just taken place.

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Chapter 114 The Patriots Take Action (Fifth Update)

"These Ursus soldiers will probably never imagine until their deaths how we managed to get around their rear and surround them."

"It all comes down to Mr. Wang Chong. I heard that after arriving at this mountain, he spent a whole day surveying the surrounding terrain before ordering people to dig into the mountainside and build various secret passages. It's clear that he was preparing for today's battle long ago. Isn't that how we managed to use the passages along the mountainside to successfully outflank them and catch them off guard?"

The shield guards started talking as they cleaned up the battlefield.

Faust, panting heavily, sat down against the mountain wall. He had expended too much energy killing these heavily armored shield guards, and his Oripathy was worsening due to overuse of Originium Arts. Fortunately, he took out a red candy from his pocket, swallowed it, and the Oripathy that was about to flare up began to subside, the burning and stinging sensation gradually fading away.

"Teacher's medicine...it's truly miraculous." The teacher Faust spoke of was naturally Wang Chong. Before Faust went to the battlefield, Wang Chong gave him three of these candies, saying that if he showed signs of Oripathy, he should take them to stabilize his condition. Now, these candies had indeed helped him to a great extent.

"Hey kid, need a hand?" The shield guard leader came up to Faust and reached out to pull him up from where he was sitting against the mountain wall.

“Don’t let your guard down completely. Sitting in the snow will freeze you to death,” the shield guard leader said. “Judging from the situation, we should have wiped out this force. Even if some escaped, I’m afraid there won’t be more than ten. This is a great victory… Arrange for the brothers who are still able to go to the foot of the mountain to take turns keeping watch. The rest of you can rest for a while.”

"Over on the northwestern battlefield..." Faust raised his head and asked.

"Don't worry, Patriot, Talulah, Frostnova, and Mr. Wang Chong are there. With them, you don't need to worry about not winning the Northwest battlefield. Besides, it's already night, and unless the commander of Ursus is stupid, he won't continue the attack. It won't benefit them." The Shield Guard leader patted Faust on the shoulder and said.

"If you really want to help them, use this battle report to encourage and inspire them... If they can hold on for a little longer, the war in the northwest should be over."

……

The battle in the northwest corner had reached a fever pitch. Patriot was commanding the main force, deploying massive shield lines along the rugged mountain paths, forcefully withstanding the relentless barrage of artillery fire and magical attacks. Simultaneously, Patriot used his command flag to direct the guerrillas, Reunion's melee fighters and elite troops, and the Sarkaz mercenaries at the forefront to launch alternating attacks, cutting down one Ursus soldier after another who attempted to break through the lines.

"Great victory! Great victory! Our brothers in the southwest have annihilated a thousand-strong Ursus force! Great victory! Great victory! Our brothers in the southwest have annihilated a thousand-strong Ursus force!"

A loud voice suddenly pierced through the smoke-filled battlefield. Just then, a messenger soldier crossed the mountain passage and arrived at the center of the enemy lines, bringing the news of the victory from the southwest corner to everyone.

"Mr. Patriot! On the southwestern battlefield, the Ghost Force lured the enemy into a trap. Under the enemy's hasty pursuit, they were thrown into disarray by the Shield Guards' charge. They were then slaughtered by the automatic crossbows positioned on the mountainside. Finally, the Shield Guards and crossbowmen used the passage to launch a pincer attack, completely annihilating the more than 1,000 Ursus soldiers! Our losses in this battle were negligible, with no more than three casualties and more than fifty wounded. It can be called a complete victory!"

The messenger approached Patriot and gave him a detailed battle report.

Hearing such a battle report, with such a disparate victory that far exceeded everyone's expectations, greatly inspired the Reunion Movement warriors around them.

"Damn it... that kid Faust is really capable. He actually managed to annihilate a force of over 1000 men with only 100 men and at the cost of three men!"

"Cheer up, everyone! Don't let your guard down! (Ursus's swear words) If the younger generation can do it, we older folks haven't been sitting around doing nothing all these years! Hold our ground, we can't let ourselves be outdone!"

Clearly, this news of victory acted like a shot in the arm, instantly boosting the morale of the entire army and inspiring all the Reunion Movement warriors present, even the Shield Guards were somewhat moved. Patriot, however, remained calm upon hearing the news, merely nodding. After all, Patriot had experienced countless battles, large and small, and was himself a legendary Ursus hero renowned for winning battles with fewer troops; he was not unfamiliar with this kind of exchange ratio.

"Bring...inspire...the others." Patriot slowly gave the order in person. Most of the time, he commanded directly using the command flag. This time, the battle report made him swallow the pain in his throat and speak, which was a high praise for the victory of this battle.

Soon, the good news spread, and even Wang Chong, Talulah, Frostnova, and others who had been waiting quietly in the passage received the news. This made these people, who had been waiting for a long time, eager to sharpen their knives and accomplish such a feat of annihilating the enemy, just like Faust.

"Don't rush out. The battle lines haven't reached us yet, and it's not our turn to play a role." Fortunately, Wang Chong and the others who commanded these three units managed to calm the restless people present.

“I feel that this war won’t last much longer. The crushing defeat in the southwest corner, coupled with the slow progress of the battle lines, suggests that the commander of Ursus may not want to settle the matter today.” At this moment, Black Serpent, who had been observing the battle reports for a long time, leaned on Wang Chong’s shoulder and said slowly.

"Hmm, I reckon that's why Mr. Patriot didn't follow the plan to lure the enemy into retreating, but instead chose to hold the line to the death," Wang Chong nodded slightly and said.

"While you, sir, possess extraordinary wisdom and exceptional strategic vision, your sensitivity to the changing battlefield situation remains somewhat immature. I reckon that commander never intended to determine a victor from the outset, which is why those heavy weapons and war mages didn't use their full strength," Black Serpent said slowly.

"He's waiting... waiting for an opportunity. Waiting for Patriot to be forced to show himself. Yes, the attitude of those above towards Patriot is still ambiguous. This guy wants to use this battle to define Patriot, or even obtain a special edict from the emperor. That way, he can give those parties an explanation and avoid being purged after the war."

“I see… I suppose Mr. Patriot understands this as well. He also knows from this that the enemy is afraid to use all their firepower and is deliberately wearing down their numbers.” A look of understanding flashed in Wang Chong’s eyes as he slowly said.

“That’s right. I’m afraid that commander is about to lose his temper… This defeat in the southwest has accelerated the war’s momentum. He has to make a choice. Either fight with all his might, or retreat in disgrace with nothing to show for it. But it will probably be the former. The emperor’s anger is not something an ordinary person can bear. He must give an explanation for this defeat,” Black Serpent said.

Just as Black Serpent had predicted, at this moment, communications were cut off in the southwest corner of the Ursus command camp, and then news of a major defeat in the southwest came from the main battlefield in the northwest corner. Everyone knew what this meant.

"Damn it! A thousand men! A thousand men wiped out just like that! We haven't lost this many men on the main battlefield yet! That idiot Chorisky wiped them all out in one go!" Colonel Nikolai cursed angrily. This outcome of the war had greatly damaged their morale.