Chapter 321: Chapter 244 Full-scale Advancement and the Situation in the North
“It was me, I killed him!”
George’s hand, holding the gun, couldn’t stop trembling, and the barrel was still slightly warm.
It was said that this battle had received high attention from the kingdom’s lords, even under the eyes of His Majesty himself, so naturally, no one dared to snatch this credit.
The looks from the Great Goblins and Tieflings around George were filled with envy and even jealousy. Their eyes were red, full of regret, wishing they could devour the human alive.
“Damn it…”
“It was him.”
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“That lucky bastard, just wait and see.”
But this was only in their thoughts, otherwise, the whipping from the Supervising Officer would make them understand what absolute military discipline was.
One should know that this was an Earl from the Boske Family, the commander of the Allied Forces. Such a significant achievement was enough to earn a title, and it was stolen by a mere human right in front of them.
“Hahaha, I…. I killed him.”
George muttered to himself, a vision of rising through the ranks and becoming Dragonblood Nobility appearing in his mind. All the previous suffering and trials were insignificant compared to the sweetness of this success.
As Roland Boske fell under his gun, the inferiority complex rooted in his heart as a serf dissipated.
It seemed those self-important nobles were nothing special after all.
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Even the most powerful Boske nobility of the North couldn’t withstand bullets; they were no different from him, a “Gray Beast” of serf origin.
Roland’s death caused the complete collapse of Boske’s heavy armored cavalry.
All around were dense gunfire sounds, and the visible areas were filled with the Ashen Kingdom’s troops, falling like swathes of cut grass.
The spear and shield soldiers and crossbowmen were also nearly in collapse. The kingdom infantry and Kobold Legion attacked from front and back, with elite skirmishers even launching flanking strikes. The seemingly solid defenses were penetrated like a sieve, with pockets of kingdom soldiers feverishly charging everywhere within the lines.
Moreover, they had lost their highest commander. Under the circumstance of being attacked from all sides, these elites from the Northern countries scattered like headless flies within the positions, any resistance being insignificant.
Soon, this stubborn force was surrounded and completely annihilated by the kingdom’s troops.
The Avton battle thus ended, without any twists and turns. Most of the Ashen Kingdom’s losses came from friendly fire.
Even the kingdom’s soldiers didn’t take this war seriously, some even found it underwhelming. Probably only the greatly fortunate George felt elated and proud.
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The war continued, and its progress was surprisingly swift.
Following the decisions of the kingdom’s General Staff and Marshal Dolores’s orders, the kingdom’s army was divided into three forces, launching fierce offensives in the west, east, and south directions.
They were confident of crushing their opponents even when deploying separate forces, thus maximizing military efficiency.
This was still tactical contempt, but they had the strength to back it up.
In recent years, with the infiltration of the “Nocturne” unit, the military situation of the Northern countries was completely exposed to the kingdom, clear as day.
The kingdom’s strategists had long drawn up various analysis reports, clearly pointing out that the millennium-old, seemingly massive Northern United Kingdom was like a frail giant baby in front of the kingdom, which had undergone the Magic Industrial Revolution. The only notable entity was the martial Boske Duchy in the south.
Thus, the march horn was finally blown.
A mixed corps, primarily composed of two human reserve infantry divisions, Kobold cannon fodder battalions, and dozens of wyverns, advanced westward, tearing through a coalition defense line of about forty thousand soldiers on the flat Balash Plains of the Carter Duchy.
They advanced like a dagger straight to the heart, with quick, deep penetration by infantry and air force, rapidly tearing through the old coalition, encircling and destroying them.
A corps mainly composed of two Lizardfolk mixed infantry and cavalry divisions, Goblin cannon fodder battalions, nearly a hundred wyverns, and an Ogre cannon battalion moved eastward. Utilizing absolute firepower superiority, they tactically breached the coalition defenses along the river and mountainous terrain.
Subsequently, following their plan, they discarded all supplies and penetrated the enemy territory lightly. Within days, they advanced to a depth of sixty kilometers into the Fano Duchy, quickly reaching the eastern border of Anzeta, and began encircling local garrisons.
More terrifyingly, Cassius’s speech recordings were dropped by wyverns across Anzeta, causing countless Northern Nobles to be anxious.
Meanwhile, the “Fire Seed” movement led by players erupted in various Northern countries, with great turmoil.
These rebel forces were typically highly tenacious, led by innovative players, and possessed weapon support from the Ashen Kingdom. This forced the nobles to deploy large private military forces for suppression, dispersing substantial strength.
The fall of the various Northern Duchies seemed only a matter of time.
However, they still had one last hope—the Boske Duchy.
There resided the brave “Northern Lion,” Duke Leo, the Lionheart Knights with numerous glorious records, reinforcements from the Fianso Continent and across the Prime Material World, and even from the Outer Planes.
They gathered the hopes and strengths of all people under the old Northern order, poised to destroy the main forces of the Ashen Kingdom and slay the Red Dragon plaguing the North.
Of course, the Ashen Kingdom’s strategists were aware of this, a mutual understanding.
Thus, over a hundred Red Scale Conquerors, one hundred fifty-three Dragonsworn Holy Warriors, a giant cannon battalion of over a thousand Ogres, the most elite tens of thousands of Great Goblins and Tiefling infantry, more than ten Chimeras, twenty heavy armored dragon beasts, over six hundred wyverns, nearly thirty thousand Dragon Vein Kobolds, and all forces of the Starfallen Legion, all assembled, forming a colossal kingdom main army, marching grandly toward the south.
Their target was singular—the largest city within the Boske Duchy, the oldest city established by Scania during the great migration, and the nominal capital of the Northern United Kingdom for a millennium, “Lion City” Stratholme Fortress.
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The Ashen Kingdom’s army marched forward, the ground trembling, and birds fleeing.
Everywhere was the sound of heavy breathing, the muffled sounds of wheels over snow, and the heavy footsteps of dragon beasts.
Among them, Mezulash turned his head, giving the blond young man beside him a meaningful glance.
“Andrei, we are about to face your father, how do you feel?”
“Nothing.”
The blond young man responded calmly.
Mezulash smiled and shook his head, whispering softly:
“Honestly, I still don’t understand why, after living in Northwind Castle for a while, you chose to join the kingdom. You know, you are a Boske, Duke Leo’s beloved son.”
“…”
Andrei remained silent for a long time, then fixed his gaze firmly in the distance.
“For my oath, there are things more important in this world than power.”
“Besides, I didn’t join the Ashen Kingdom.”
“After these few years, I have seen clearly that your kingdom is not a good thing. But… it is at least better than the rotting Northern countries, decaying to the bone.”
“Hehe.”
Mezulash laughed again, saying nothing more. This Tiefling leader seemed to have heard something quite amusing.
This was a rotten world, and the kingdom undoubtedly won.