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

"My child! Where is my child?!"

Blood bloomed suddenly like a flamboyant flower in the crowd. Terrified screams instantly drowned out everything else.

The "order" and "courage" that the marchers maintained solely through slogans crumbled instantly.

The crowd erupted like ants being pelted with boulders! People cried, pushed, and ran aimlessly, desperate to escape the street that had instantly become a slaughterhouse.

The soldiers, now completely unleashed, charged into the chaotic crowd with savage grins. They no longer cared about formations, attacking like wolves pouncing on sheep. Fists, rifle butts, knife backs, even boots were used as weapons, raining down on the fallen.

The surrendered gang led by the traitor Gulag was even more ruthless. They were familiar with street fighting and were the most vicious. They specifically targeted lone or slow-moving individuals, beating them indiscriminately.

"Haha! This one is mine!"

"Hold him down! I'm going to blow his head off!!"

"Run? Go ahead and run! Go ahead and march!"

Six men surrounded a middle-aged man and struck him six times in a second. The man's head was split open, blood splattered all over the ground, and he collapsed to the ground.

Major Karlov surveyed the hellish scene before him, his face expressionless except for a chilling sense of accomplishment. He picked up his communicator: "General, the rioters on Central Street have been successfully suppressed and are currently undergoing 'cleanup.' Please provide instructions for the next steps."

Chaos spread like a plague. Terrified citizens fled in panic toward what they considered the safe inner city, hoping to escape the army.

Some of the civilians who had participated in the early morning raid yesterday once again regarded the underground area as the only place that could protect them, and flocked to those places.

Little did they know, the entire army of Dor was waiting for them to storm the underground clinic's lines. They followed closely behind, using the civilians as the vanguard to break through the underground clinic's lines, and then tear apart the defenses of the infected troops and the Reunion Movement troops.

……

“At that time, Miss Lyudmila sensed that something was wrong and immediately came to inform us. Unfortunately, those people did not cooperate with our actions at all and rushed forward headlong. In addition, everything happened too fast afterward, catching us off guard.”

Early Dew slowly said:

"In less than a day, tens of thousands of people in Chern died in this massacre. The troops from all over Dor went berserk, indiscriminately dragging out even civilians who had not participated in the demonstration and beating them to death..."

"Later on, they deliberately drove the citizens into the areas we controlled, like herding sheep, which disrupted our deployment and lines of defense. As a result, our people also suffered heavy casualties in the confrontation."

"Fortunately, General Helag made a decisive judgment. He was willing to give up the territory rather than continue to defend it to the death, so as to preserve his strength and shrink the position... This is why we were able to hold out until you came back, teacher."

After hearing the whole story, Wang Chong nodded and said:

"It's a wonder you guys were able to hold on. I have to say, this attack by Dortmund that broke through the lower limit really caught everyone off guard... Moreover, I reckon he didn't make this decision on a whim... Perhaps he had the idea of ​​making the protest bigger all along."

"Therefore, he began to ruthlessly attack civilians last night... We should have realized yesterday that the people of Chernobog may not be able to restrain them in the future, but will instead become their leverage to blackmail us."

"He must have already devised a plan to deal with those above him. Otherwise, he would never dare to act so recklessly... The most plausible reason is probably the decentralization he received from Prince Baikal... In this way, no matter how big the problem in Chernobog is, Prince Baikal has to help suppress it for the entire city of Dor.

"So, is Prince Baikal the only one Dor is relying on?" Just then, an old voice rang out; it was Khrag, who had also rushed to the front lines. He had come to discuss the matter after overhearing the conversation.

“No, rather than relying on him, it’s more like… that guy Quanduoer is already planning to step on Prince Baikal to take the throne,” Wang Chong shook his head and said.

"This blatant disregard for the law clearly shows that he is using Prince Baikal as a shield. It seems that Quandor is very confident about his upcoming war in the north... He wants to rely on his subsequent military achievements to gain a chance to rise in rank, while at the same time forcing Prince Baikal to help suppress his crimes and become his accomplice."

"In that case, I understand one thing... that is, that guy Quan Duoer is extremely ambitious, and he will never be content to stop in this place of Chern... No wonder the sudden stagnation in Chern was such a big blow to him, to the point that almost all of his troops were withdrawn to Chern."

After hearing the whole story, Wang Chong nodded and said:

"It's a wonder you guys were able to hold on. I have to say, this attack by Dortmund that broke through the lower limit really caught everyone off guard... Moreover, I reckon he didn't make this decision on a whim... Perhaps he had the idea of ​​making the protest bigger all along."

"Therefore, he began to ruthlessly attack civilians last night... We should have realized yesterday that the people of Chernobog may not be able to restrain them in the future, but will instead become their leverage to blackmail us."

"He must have already devised a plan to deal with those above him. Otherwise, he would never dare to act so recklessly... The most plausible reason is probably the decentralization he received from Prince Baikal... In this way, no matter how big the problem in Chernobog is, Prince Baikal has to help suppress it for the entire city of Dor.

"So, is Prince Baikal the only one Dor is relying on?" Just then, an old voice rang out; it was Khrag, who had also rushed to the front lines. He had come to discuss the matter after overhearing the conversation.

“No, rather than relying on him, it’s more like… that guy Quanduoer is already planning to step on Prince Baikal to take the throne,” Wang Chong shook his head and said.

"This blatant disregard for the law clearly shows that he is using Prince Baikal as a shield. It seems that Quandor is very confident about his upcoming war in the north... He wants to rely on his subsequent military achievements to gain a chance to rise in rank, while at the same time forcing Prince Baikal to help suppress his crimes and become his accomplice."

"In that case, I understand one thing... that is, that guy Quan Duoer is extremely ambitious, and he will never be content to stop in this place of Chern... No wonder the sudden stagnation in Chern was such a big blow to him, to the point that almost all of his troops were withdrawn to Chern."

Chapter 370: Another Game

"It was indeed rushed, but we don't have time."

Wang Chong acknowledged the pressures of reality, but his eyes remained sharp:

"However, I will personally try my best to optimize the specific location of the sniper positions and issue the simplest and clearest operational instructions. This will ensure that even if they lack experience, they can master the most basic shooting procedures in the fastest and most direct way, and immediately join the battle, thanks to the pre-set fortifications and clear orders."

After speaking, Wang Chong quickly unfolded the detailed topographical map of Qiecheng, which was covered with markings, and scanned it with keen eyes.

He quickly identified several locations with open views, easy concealment, and effective blocking of passages. He also clearly planned the specific posture for setting up the gun, the angle of fire, the crucial timing for firing, the rules for target selection, the precautions that must be followed, and the basic orders after engaging the enemy.

Every arrangement is designed to be simple and efficient, so that even students can easily understand how to operate it.

Helag listened intently to Wang Chong's meticulous plan. After listening with a furrowed brow, he finally nodded, a hint of approval on his face.

“Okay, this deployment should be fine. Especially the three-person shift system, it’s ingenious. That way, if someone gets injured or needs to be reloaded, another person can seamlessly take over and quickly fill in.”

"The remaining person can help with initial treatment or transfer the wounded at any time, which can indeed ensure the continuity of firepower and the survival rate of personnel to the greatest extent in the face of successive attacks."

Having gained Hrag's approval, Wang Chong made a decisive decision:

"I will also use the black mist to conceal their tracks and minimize the risk of being detected by the enemy. As for whether we can hold out in the tough battle ahead, that depends on the will of the people of Chernobog."

“Grandpa, defense is your forte, so you will be in charge of the defense of the personnel in the ground elevator area.”

"As for me, I will stay by the side of these new recruits who are growing up, hoping that tonight's battle will be a crucible for their transformation. They must learn to master weapons, which will be the only way for them to truly have the ability to fight against an army group in the future."

After speaking, he turned his gaze to the two girls beside him and continued:

“Early Dew, you’ll stay with me. We still need your help with coordinating and organizing the citizens. Arcueid, you’ll stay close to me this time too. You don’t need to go with Skadi and the others to the ground elevator area that we’re responsible for guarding.”

Early Dew and Arcueid immediately nodded in agreement, as it was their wish to be by Wang Chong's side to provide support and assistance.

Hrag had no objection to this plan. On the contrary, his battle-hardened intuition clearly sensed the impending storm of a major war.

He needed to race against time and immediately lead the two-thirds of his elite musketeers to seize the advantageous terrain at the ground elevator shaft, preparing to intercept the invading enemy under Dor's command.

In an instant, the entire underground clinic and the surviving citizens of Chernobyl were like high-speed machines, making the final and most intense preparations for the imminent bloody battle in the latter half of the night.

……

At this moment, a completely different atmosphere enveloped the inner city command tent. A rapid, furious roar erupted like thunder:

"Useless! You're all useless!"

All of Dor had never been so enraged. Everything had been unfolding according to his meticulously crafted script, but this unexpected halt in Chernobyl had completely turned the tide!

Not to mention that the reinforcements waiting for him at the designated location had to postpone their arrival in Chernobog, just take the example he mentioned earlier: a moving Chernobog is like an isolated island, and everything inside can only be written by the victor.

But now Chernobog has come to a halt! If the city's outcasts were to flee under cover of night, revealing everything that had transpired within the city...

Grand Prince Baikal will then realize that he has been used as a shield! At that time, that old fox will definitely not hesitate to abandon him and push all of Dortmund out as a pawn to be discarded and cut off cleanly.

The thought of his possible fate sent a chill down his spine. He knew that his end would be no better than that of Viscount Dunkel and his men!

The situation took a dramatic turn for the worse in an instant! And the source of this earth-shattering change was that the elite soldiers he sent to guard the core area were so incompetent that they allowed the enemy to infiltrate the core area and completely stop the movement of Chernobog!

What enraged him even more was that, to this moment, the damned intruders were still nowhere to be found, as if they had vanished into thin air! They had searched the core area thoroughly and turned the entire inner city upside down, yet they couldn't even find a trace of them!

What worried him most was that the spare key to core control that he had obtained from Boris had no effect on restarting Chernobog!

What worried him most was that the spare key to core control that he had obtained from Boris had no effect on restarting Chernobog!

Was the key Boris gave a fake? Or was there some other strange problem? ...All of Dortmund has no way of knowing for sure.

But one thing is clear to all: only by finding the culprit that caused Chernobog's stagnation can we find a way to restore the power of this mobile city-state!

Just as Quandor was glaring at his silent generals below, preparing to continue his reprimand, Stonov hesitated for a moment outside the tent before finally walking in and interrupting Quandor's harsh reprimand.

"General...General, we've searched the entire inner city, but we haven't found a single clue. Either the other party has sprouted wings and can fly at will, or there's no culprit at all. It's likely that something has gone wrong in Chern City, making it unable to move any further."

Stonnov said:

"Regarding flight, our scouts were also worried that the enemy's only flying dragon-like creature would launch a night attack, so the scouts in the inner city had been keeping an eye on the sky... but unfortunately, they didn't spot the dragon-like creature at night."

"On the contrary, many people have spotted traces of the dragon-like creature in the outer city. Therefore, if we rule out the possibility of flight and consider that we can't find the enemy no matter how hard we search, the probability that the enemy has infiltrated the core area is probably lower than we thought..."

Clearly, Stonnov was subtly reminding Dortmund of the truth and urging him to stop criticizing the commanders.

"Is fate deliberately working against us?! Why did this happen at such a crucial moment?!"

Quan Duo slammed his fist on the table in frustration. If the problem truly lay with Chernobog itself, it was nothing short of a cruel twist of fate! Reality forced him to immediately adjust his strategy and take new measures.

He took several deep breaths, suppressing his raging anger, his mind racing. A moment later, he abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with only cold resolve:

"Stonov!"

Quan Duoer shouted:

"Pass on my order: All troops—immediately prepare to engage those scumbags at the underground clinic again!"

Stonnov immediately bowed and obeyed the order.

"Have regular troops launch a high-intensity feint attack on the entrance areas of those underground passages to create the illusion of a main attack..."

Quan Duo'er's finger slammed down on several points on the map, then jabbed heavily at another specially marked location:

"But! Order the elite troops in the inner city to operate covertly, bypass the main battlefield, and launch a surprise attack as quickly as possible to seize control of all ground elevator entrances! I want to firmly grasp every 'door' that leads out of Chern City!"

"Furthermore..." Quan Duoer added, "Immediately order the troops waiting in the wilderness to abandon their original assembly points and move at full speed toward their current location in Chernobog!"

Stonnov instantly understood his commander's intention, his eyes sharpening: "General... are you planning to cut off all external channels, keeping Chernobog isolated as an 'information island'? To buy time for future actions?"

"Not only that!" Quan Duoer paced restlessly in the tent, his hands behind his back. "More importantly, we absolutely cannot allow those lowly people to be driven to the brink of despair again... If they desperately try to break through under cover of darkness and escape into the vast wilderness... it will be like finding a needle in a haystack for us to catch them again!"

He stopped and looked at Stonnov, then said earnestly:

"You'll have full control over the intensity of the feint attack! You're more experienced than me in handling battlefield details and know better how to strike the right balance... In short, we must keep putting enough pressure on the people in the underground clinic, making them feel suffocated, but we must never drive them to a desperate, last-ditch escape!"

"We must wait until our elite forces have complete control of all entrances and exits, and completely shut them down, before pushing them down that road!"

Quan Duoer added in a chilling tone:

"Of course... if during the feint attack you discover that the enemy's defenses are weak and there is an opportunity to take advantage, don't let it pass!"

"Because it's very likely that the other side also knew this was their only chance to escape, causing them to abandon the defense of Chernobog and retreat directly. So there weren't many people left behind, and the defense was weak, just to hold us back."

"If that's the case, we can't let them escape. We must break through their defenses as quickly as possible and catch up with them."

Chapter 371: Long-Range Tug-of-War

Stonnov nodded in understanding and bowed deeply:

"Understood, sir. I will first carefully investigate their defensive deployments and ascertain their strategic intentions before formulating a specific plan."

“I trust you to handle things.” Quandor patted Stonnov heavily on the shoulder, his tone unusually reliant. His icy, sharp gaze then swept over the other officers in the tent, who were now trembling with fear. “As for you—”

The voice suddenly rose in pitch, carrying an undisguised brutality:

"If you can't take down that rabble in the next battle... you won't need to wear your epaulets anymore! Take them off voluntarily and make room for the capable ones!"

"Yes, sir!!!" The officers under the tent trembled in unison at the menacing warning, their foreheads covered in cold sweat, and their voices trembled uncontrollably as they answered.

Having issued the ultimatum, Alldor's troops immediately began their advance towards the outer city. Alldor surveyed the state of his marching soldiers and said to Stonnov in a deep voice:

"After several tough battles, the soldiers' equipment has suffered considerable losses and urgently needs replenishment and replacement... How's the progress at the factory? Didn't that brat Gulag promise to deliver a batch of high-quality plate armor tonight? What time is it now?"

"Yes, I will go and urge them to deliver the armor and other supplies as soon as possible," Stonnov replied, then, as if remembering something, added:

"However... General, I previously inspected the factory and discovered something quite noteworthy. Recently, when the workers are processing Originium, everyone has changed into a set of specially made white overalls."

"It is said that this suit can effectively isolate the damage caused by Originium dust, which has greatly improved their Originium production efficiency."

"The problem is that when they switched to using Originium to produce other finished products, these work clothes became a burden, slowing down the overall efficiency. This is probably one of the key reasons why they failed to deliver on time."

"Special white work clothes? Did Chernobog have these before?" Quan Duo'er's eyes suddenly sharpened as he pressed for an answer.

"It's not the old system... It's said that the workshop foreman in charge of Originium production came up with this on a whim recently," Stonenov reported truthfully. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

"Heh... 'Recently'? 'Accidentally' invented? And it's a protective suit specifically designed to prevent Oripathy?" Quan Duo sneered, a chill creeping onto his lips. "Looks like quite a few rats have gotten into our factory."

"You mean...that workshop foreman is colluding with the Reunification Movement?" Stonnov was startled and immediately declared, "I'll take men to arrest him and interrogate him right away..."

"Alright!" Quan Duoer raised his hand to stop them, his voice low and calculating. "Now is not the time to alert them. Just check the equipment they sent."

"This battle is of paramount importance; we must ensure that every troop is used effectively. Sending men to search the complex industrial area now might alert those hiding in the shadows and ruin everything..."

He hesitated for a moment, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes:

"Here's what we'll say: send a message to that kid Gulag: we're very dissatisfied with the army's delayed arrival of supplies, and we're already thinking of putting him back in the basement. Let him figure out the specifics himself."

"Understood!" Stonov understood immediately. It was naturally the most suitable thing for the Gulag and its gang families, the local tyrants who had always managed the industrial area, to "warn" the workers and investigate potential hazards.

After deciding on a strategy to deal with potential threats in the rear, Stonnov quickly sent messengers to the Gulag. Subsequently, he personally led his 10,000 troops in a high-profile advance towards the underground tunnel area, adopting the posture of a major offensive.

Meanwhile, Alldor himself led his personal guard and several thousand of the army's most elite men, cloaked in black, and under the cover of night, stealthily made their way along the edge of the city, heading straight for the elevator shaft area on the ground.