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

The council dispersed, leaving only the military commander who had volunteered in the cold corridor. His brow was furrowed, and his steps were heavy.

"It's true that Kazimir sent envoys to negotiate, but how can the heated debates at the negotiating table be settled in just a few days? The wrangling over the terms alone will take at least ten days to half a month..."

He pondered with deep concern:

"Even if the Empire is blessed and the peace treaty is quickly concluded, it will still take at least another half month for the delegation to travel back and forth and for Kazimir to withdraw its troops."

He counted on his fingers: "Then, we'll assemble the Fifth and Seventh Armies, and then rush them a thousand miles to the walls of Yakunitz... The march will take at least half a month. Once we launch the offensive, capture the city, and enter the east... all in all, it simply won't be possible in less than two months!"

As the Field Marshal of Army Group Center, he had an almost intuitive understanding of the battle reports from the south. The combined forces of the North and South had been advancing on the central region for over ten days, and by now they were likely already engaged in combat with the Third and Fourth Armies. [The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam/advertisement.]

Based on past combat capabilities and the evolution of the battle situation, he knew that the Third and Fourth Armies could not possibly withstand the combined forces' fierce attack for a month—and this was precisely why he was willing to risk suspicion to rush to their aid.

As for bringing only half the troops, that was naturally a reluctant measure taken to reassure Fyodor that the proposal would be accepted.

The military commanders knew that after more than a decade of deliberate strengthening following the civil war, the Central Army Group's combat capabilities were now far superior to those of several exhausted field armies.

Even if only half were left to guard Saint-Germain Castle, it would be more than enough. He was also confident that the other half could be sent to aid the Eastern Regions. As long as no one deliberately provoked Fyodor, he was confident he could persuade the emperor to send troops.

However, the worst outcome still occurred. Immediately, a treacherous minister struck at the emperor's deepest fears, not only was the proposal ruthlessly rejected, but he himself might also fall under the emperor's suspicion.

……

The core of the central region of the Eastern Region—Mormangrad.

The air seemed to freeze in the makeshift operations meeting room of the city hall. Marshal Constantine's chief of staff was pointing with a pointer at a huge battlefield map, giving a somber briefing:

"Ten days have passed since the united rebel forces from the north and south issued an ultimatum for a decisive battle. During this time, four cities surrendered without a fight, and four cities fell after a brief resistance..."

His voice was flat and monotone.

"Nevertheless, the overall strategic posture of our army remains unchanged. All units are strictly implementing the original plan: to shrink the defensive line, preserve strength, rely on pre-established positions to carry out tiered resistance, and withdraw in an orderly manner."

"Among them, the Third and Seventh Divisions under the Fourth Army are still fiercely fighting the integrated enemy forces for the transportation hub of Krujna Fortress on the northern front."

"At the same time, in order to relieve the pressure on the northern front, the Second and Fourth Divisions of the Third Army Group on the southern front have been ordered to abandon the mountainous and forested areas that are not conducive to combat and advance northward to provide support. They will eventually retreat to Hongshan Town to build a new defensive line."

"In conclusion..." The chief of staff put down his pointer, his gaze sweeping across the deathly silent meeting room, "Our army's current core strategy remains centered on Murmansk, the 'shield of the East,' utilizing its strong city defenses and deep fortifications to engage the integrated enemy forces, constantly wearing down their momentum. I hope that all generals... will be conscientious in their duties and fight with all their might."

After the report, the conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the silence was suffocating. The chief of staff looked at Constantine at the head of the table, his gaze carrying a hint of pleading. Constantine waved his hand expressionlessly, signaling him to leave.

"The combined rebel armies of the North and South are nothing but a rabble!" Constantine abruptly stood up, his booming voice breaking the deathly silence. He surveyed the generals below, their faces a mixture of emotions, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. "What's truly terrifying is the cowardice and prejudice entrenched in your hearts!"

He slammed his hand on the Murmanogler marker on the map:

"Look here! We have the most fortified fortress and the most complete defense system in the Eastern Region as our support! Furthermore, two steel warships guard the pass and provide fire support! With favorable timing, terrain, elite troops, and superior equipment, what do we have to fear from the rebel army launching a full-scale attack?!"

However, few responded from the audience. The generals either looked away or remained silent with their heads down, and suppressed whispers could even be heard from the corners, with words like "futile" and "inevitable defeat" faintly audible.

"Hmph!" Constantine let out a cold snort, like an ice blade scraping across the hall, instantly silencing all other noises. He straightened his back, as if trying to support a crumbling edifice, his voice carrying a somber tone of reminiscence for past glories:

"Since its founding, the Ursus Empire has been surrounded by powerful enemies, engaging in dozens of large-scale wars on this land! Ursus has triumphed, and it has also suffered defeats... The rights and wrongs are complex and difficult to judge..."

"Back then, I followed His Majesty the late Emperor on his westward expeditions to Kazimir and Sami, his southward defense against Letania, and his eastward conquest of the Eastern Kingdom! At that time, hundreds of thousands of patriotic young men from the Eastern Regions swore an oath in Murmansk, following the late Emperor's iron cavalry on their journey of expansion and conquest!"

A burning glint flashed in his eyes: "Thirty years ago, right here in this very place, I had the honor of personally leading hundreds of thousands of brave soldiers on my first campaign against the Eastern Kingdom, and achieving a great victory!"

"I don't understand!" His voice suddenly rose, filled with offended anger. "Why is everyone talking about the disastrous defeat at the Battle of Bloodpeak? As if Murmangra is doomed for us!"

"Twenty years ago, I embarked on my journey again from Murmangraf to participate in the royalist war... and the internal strife in the Ursus Empire was quelled."

Constantine instinctively puffed out his chest, a smug smile of basking in glory flashing across his face:

"Wherever our army went, the people welcomed us wholeheartedly; we truly had the perfect timing. The vibrant life and flourishing of all things are still vivid in my mind..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his smile vanished, replaced by an almost ferocious glint in his eyes. His gaze swept across the faces of every general, and he said in a stern voice:

"In just twenty years, this place has actually become my burial ground?!"

The meeting room was deathly silent; even breathing was barely audible. Constantine took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions, and declared in a resolute tone:

"No matter what, the troop strength in the battle is 500,000 to 200,000, so the advantage is on our side!"

Chapter 461 I said, Marshal's opinion is brilliant.

Upon hearing this, the generals exchanged glances, their expressions varying. In a corner, two unassuming officers were conversing in fluent Colombian in hushed tones. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

“(Colombian): Nonsense, utter rubbish.” One of them scoffed in a low voice.

"Rodim, what are you saying?" Constantine's icy gaze shot out like lightning, precisely locking onto the one who spoke.

The officer named Rodim turned deathly pale, his legs trembling slightly. Forcing himself to remain calm, he swallowed hard and, in a moment of quick thinking, loudly replied:

"I say—Marshal's insight is brilliant!"

Constantine stared at Rodim, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to pierce him. After a few suffocating seconds, he slowly withdrew his gaze, his voice carrying a chilling coldness:

"I know that the series of defeats has made many people hesitant and thinking about how to survive. But I warn you—"

Constantine spoke word by word, as if delivering a verdict:

“Each of you has the blood debt of the residents of those fallen cities on your hands! The Reunion Movement will spare the ordinary soldiers who were forced to surrender, but it will never spare you, who have been nailed to the pillar of shame and called ‘national parasites’!”

"Don't be so naive as to think that surrendering will save your lives! You will die a more gruesome and humiliating death than the soldiers on the battlefield!" Constantine slammed his fist on the table, his voice shaking the roof tiles. "And I, Constantine, would rather die honorably on the battlefield than wag my tail and beg for mercy, to suffer such a disgraceful humiliation!"

These words struck like a hammer blow to everyone's hearts. The generals' faces grew even more ashen, and the last glimmer of hope in their eyes was completely extinguished.

Seeing that the deterrent effect had been achieved, Constantine's tone softened slightly, and he offered a glimmer of hope:

"New information has arrived from the Imperial Central Command! The war between the Empire and Kazimir is about to end! Once the peace treaty is signed, the main forces of the Fifth and Seventh Armies will immediately return to reinforce the front, advance swiftly, and strike at the heart of the enemy forces on the southern front!"

"As long as we are united and fight to the death, even if we suffer setbacks for a time, the final victory will surely belong to the Ursus Empire!"

He abruptly waved his hand, issuing the final order: "Now, what you need to do is spare no expense! Even if you have to use up your last bullet and exhaust your last supply, you must tear a bloody piece of flesh from the Reunion Movement! Do you understand?!"

"Yes!" The generals' hoarse voices finally rang out, echoing in the oppressive conference room.

……

Compared to the fury of the Ursus Imperial Council and the lifeless atmosphere of the Constantine Military Conference, the Reunion camp was filled with an unusually warm and harmonious atmosphere.

The tents were brightly lit, dispelling the winter chill, and the joy of a long-awaited reunion filled the air.

"Chong...I miss you so much..."

Frostnova's voice trembled with a barely perceptible sob, and her eyes were slightly red. Today, the North and South armies finally met victoriously on the front lines, and the legions led by Frostnova and Patriot successfully completed a historic rendezvous with the main forces of Wang Chong and Talulah.

Upon seeing Wang Chong, whom she had longed for for so long, Shuangxing threw herself into his arms without hesitation, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as if she wanted to make up for all the time they had been apart.

"Yelena...it's been so long...Are you alright?" Wang Chong gently hugged the slightly cool body in his arms, feeling that familiar sense of security, his voice filled with sincere concern.

"She's fine, but she keeps saying that someone should come to see her sooner. I was really worried that she would get sick from holding it in, so I took advantage of this opportunity to bring her over."

A deep, resonant voice rang out, and Patriot stood to the side, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

“Shut up, you old stubborn man… You’ve been talking more and more ever since your throat got better.” Froststar’s face flushed red, and she buried her face even deeper into Wang Chong’s chest shyly, her muffled voice coming from between their clothes.

"Hahaha... Mr. Patriot, it seems you have indeed recovered quite a bit." Wang Chong put his arm around Frostnova, turned to look at the tall Wendigo, and smiled with genuine satisfaction.

Patriot raised his hand, his rough fingers gently tracing the back of his throat, a look of gratitude in his eyes: "Thanks to the potions you left behind, most of the Originium crystals in my throat have receded, and I can finally speak normally again..."

He paused, then lowered his voice and said:

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"This is truly a miracle. There really is a day when Oripathy can be cured... Unfortunately, this news is too shocking, and it must be kept strictly confidential for now. I have to pretend that my old ailment is not yet cured and deliberately make my throat constricted when I speak."

“There will be such a day…” Wang Chong continued, his gaze steady and firm, “Once we have completely unified Ursus, we will have enough confidence to make all of this public. At that time, the whole world will be shaken.”

He continued, "Moreover, in the future, we will no longer need to rely on my blood for raw materials. The doctors are working hard to decipher the research data, and I believe that it won't be long before we find an alternative cure for Oripathy."

"In that case, our ideal will truly be within reach. No one in the world will harbor any prejudice against the infected anymore..." Froststar raised her head, her eyes sparkling with hope.

"While prejudice against those infected may disappear, the barriers between people will not vanish into thin air. The road ahead is still long..."

Just then, a gentle and tranquil voice came from the tent entrance. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Alina standing gracefully, her antlers glowing softly in the lamplight, a faint smile on her face.

"Alina? What brings you here?" Talulah blinked in surprise and couldn't help but ask.

“Hehe, I brought her here.” Froststar peeked out from Wang Chong’s arms and said with a grin, “After all, everyone has gathered at the front line. It would be too lonely to leave Alina alone in the rear base camp.”

“Thanks to Yelena for protecting me all the way,” Alina smiled subtly, her fingers unconsciously adjusting the hem of her clothes, “There’s really only so much I could do, mostly just give everyone some ideological lessons from the rear…”

“Haha, perfect timing. I have a very good student here,” Wang Chong laughed, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the crowd outside the door. “Have her come with you to the ideological lecture; I’m sure you’ll have a lot in common to talk about.”

Wang Chong then looked around the camp and added, "In addition, I just saw the three leaders of the Sarkaz Legion, Mudrock from the engineering team, and even all the members of the special forces team are here. This time, the old comrades who fought together back then have truly reunited."

“Yes…” Talulah sighed softly, a hint of reminiscence flashing in her eyes. “Back then, we were trembling with fear even when we escaped from those snowy mountains… and now, in less than a year, we have almost taken control of the entire Eastern Region. It all seems like yesterday.”

“Let’s go, to celebrate this rare reunion, we should have a good time,” Wang Chong clapped his hands, his tone light and cheerful. “But this is wartime, so the celebration can’t be too excessive. We’ll hold a grand victory banquet after we’ve completely won this battle!”

That evening, the high-ranking members of the Reunification Movement gathered together. A long table in the center of the tent was set with a lavish but not extravagant spread of food and drink, and the flickering firelight illuminated every familiar or newly joined face:

There are veterans from the early days of the Reunion Movement, such as W and Ines; and commanders and cadres who made outstanding contributions on the southern front, such as Zao Lu and Helag.

It includes Wang Chong and his entire elite special forces team, including his goddaughter Suzuran; as well as Rhodes Island representatives who have officially joined as allies, such as Amiya and Kal'tsit.

"Oh, I didn't expect you guys to officially join us too..." W leaned back in his seat, a signature, slightly mocking smile playing on his lips, his gaze sweeping over Amiya and Kal'tsit.

“It’s been a long time, Ms. W,” Amiya replied calmly, her hands folded on her knees.

"You two know each other?" Talulah raised an eyebrow curiously.

"We were old acquaintances from the same faction before..." Kal'tsit replied calmly, while slightly narrowing her eyes and scrutinizing W with her sharp gaze.

W neither refuted nor admitted it, maintaining her slightly arrogant demeanor. It wasn't until Wang Chong entered the tent, walked to her side, gently patted her shoulder, and whispered a reminder: "Sit properly, W."

W's body visibly stiffened, then she reluctantly straightened her back and sat up properly.

"Oh... so this is how you were 'tamed' too." Kal'tsit smiled slightly upon seeing this, immediately understanding the reason. After all, she had had almost the same instinctive reaction when Wang Chong's hand landed on her shoulder.

"This is getting interesting. You see, Theresa is alive now, and W seems completely unaware of this... Should we tell her?"

Kal'tsit began to make plans in her mind.

Chapter 462 An Unexpected Natural Disaster

Regardless of Kal'tsit's thoughts, Wang Chong had already taken his seat at the head of the table, drawing expectant glances from everyone. He raised his wine cup, his voice steady and powerful, clearly echoing throughout the tent:

"Fellow countrymen! At this time last year, we were fleeing from the Great Snow Mountain, facing countless hardships and uncertainties on our journey. But today, we finally possess the power to uproot all the parasites that have entrenched themselves in the Eastern Region, sucking the blood and exploiting the toiling masses!"

His gaze sharpened as he surveyed the entire room, and he continued:

"Back then, there weren't many people sitting here. Everyone was striving for a seemingly unattainable ideal. Now, that ideal is within reach—after annihilating the Third and Fourth Armies, this vast eastern region will truly belong to us, to every person of Ursus!"

Wang Chong raised his voice, his words filled with power and passion:

"We want to create an ideal home here with our own hands: where all people are born equal, and there are no more nobles who are superior to others; where infected people and ordinary people live in harmony, hand in hand, to build a brand new world!"

"Bravo!!" The crowd cheered in unison, their enthusiastic shouts echoing through the camp.

"Come, let me toast everyone," Wang Chong raised his glass high, "To our common ideals, to the beliefs of the integration movement, to the future of all the people on this land—cheers!"

After saying this, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. The others also raised their glasses in celebration, and cheers and clinking glasses mingled together, bringing a warm and hopeful end to this hard-won reunion.

……

Soon, the lively atmosphere that had filled the tent dissipated as the banquet ended. The people who had just been raising their glasses in celebration immediately composed themselves and hurried back to their posts to deal with the immense and urgent pressure on the front lines.

Inside the vast camp, only Wang Chong, Froststar, Talulah, Patriot, and other supreme commanders of the various divisions of the Integration Movement remained.

They quickly gathered around the table in the center, which was covered with a huge military map, and the atmosphere instantly shifted from the relaxed celebration to the solemn and tense atmosphere before battle.

"...The situation is now very clear."

Wang Chong's steady voice broke the brief silence, his finger pointing precisely at the location representing Krujna Fortress:

"Since we began our final battle with the Third and Fourth Armies, we have achieved remarkable results in five days. The Third and Seventh Divisions of the Fourth Army, totaling 50,000 men, have been encircled and pinned down in the isolated city of Krujnaburg."

His fingertip slid to the other side of the map, and he continued, "Meanwhile, the 5th Division, which the 3rd Army rushed to relieve the siege, ran headlong into the trap carefully laid by the Sarkaz forces and has now been completely annihilated by our side. This was a brilliant victory!"

Wang Chong surveyed the crowd with a sharp gaze: "You, you, Yongyong, you, Lin Kong, you, Lin Zaizai, are you there...?"

"It can be said that the battle situation in the Krujna Fort area is clear: our army must trap the enemy inside the fort and make their escape hopeless, while firmly guarding the outer key roads, besieging the point and attacking reinforcements, so that any enemy troops that try to come to the rescue will be wiped out by our army."

"Looking at the southern front towards Hongshan Town, our Southern Army is advancing step by step, continuously applying pressure, and a tighter encirclement is about to close there."

After listening to Wang Chong's speech, Patriot's massive frame leaned forward slightly, his rough fingers moving across the map, making a soft rubbing sound. He continued Wang Chong's words:

"The strategy is clear: annihilate the main force within two months. But we must not be greedy for quick success and act rashly."

Because most people were present, Patriot reverted to his hoarse voice. However, most of those present understood what he meant.

Froststar emphasized:

"What the old stubborn man means is... even a cornered beast will fight, let alone tens of thousands of desperate soldiers? The enemy's retreat is now cut off, and their desperate army has gained momentum. The morale they have unleashed and their frenzy of fighting with their backs to the wall are incomparable to the past. Therefore, we must not be greedy for merit and advance rashly, exposing our weaknesses."

Wang Chong nodded in agreement.