The Britannian army was out of control, they were confined to the mountain by the orders of the princess, but did not know how to engage the enemy. On this mountain, being able to attack the Black Knights means that you will inevitably be within the range of the opponent's self-detonation. The best outcome was also a one-for-one exchange, with one Sunderland and the rest of the troops retreating, trying to replace the opponent before they could rush into their own formation.

Human demining is not a tradition of the Britannian army, not to mention that in extreme fear, animal instinct will occupy the brain and instinctively refuse such orders.

The Black Knights' attacks seem crazy, but they are actually very calm. Their tactics are the same as those used by dolphins to hunt schools of fish.

A few airframes approached the group army from different directions, and the four corners of the southeast, north, and west were blocked, constantly compressing towards the center. In the end, one more rushed in and was martyred, and then, depending on the number of remnants of the army, it was worth adding another one.

Under the influence of such unbelievable and extremely cruel tactics, the gap in numbers between the two armies is narrowing at a dramatic pace in a very short period of time.

Thirty to one・・・・・・

Twenty to one・・・・・・

Fifteen to one・・・・・・

Ten to one・・・・・・

Most of the 3,000 men have fallen on this mountain.

Almost, it's time to reach Cornelia's limits, right?

In fact, Cornelia is not responsible for the reason why this battle is in this situation, she is an extremely good commander, and she has done her best within her ability. If you were any of the other commanders of the empire, let alone make the choice to divide the troops just now, the current Britannia would have already been trampled and retreated.

Unfortunately, the better she is, the easier her tactics will be predicted.

She's fought calm enemies, she's fought madmen who don't want to die, and she's won. But she never fought a calm madman. The astonishing destructive power of this combination of reason and fanaticism was blinded even by Cornelia for a moment.

Huge fireballs continued to rise from the mountainside, accompanied by the trembling of the ground and the blazing white light. Large and small mushroom clouds slowly rose, refusing to disperse, and Fuji Snow Peak was completely shrouded in gunsmoke. Huge boulders, trees, purple severed parts, splattered out of the smoke with a loud rumbling sound, and metal shards rained down at the foot of the mountain.

The situation of this battle has basically been decided, and Britannia's chances of winning are almost zero, and "collapse" is their best choice at present. Abandon the command, let the soldiers retreat unorganized, retreat to a safe distance and then assemble. This is the only way to keep battle damage to a minimum.

The reason why "rout" has become the most feared option for all commanders is because of the catastrophic consequences of "a rout", the enemy will never let go of such an opportunity, they will follow behind the defeated army, bite by bite until they eat it all.

But now the situation is not the usual, there is still a huge gap in the number of the two armies, not to mention that the Black Knights have a fatal death hole - they cannot go down the mountain, this suicidal tactic can only work in the mountains. On the plain, once the battle distance is widened, no matter how many black knights come, it will be a death, and it is naturally impossible to chase and kill the large army.

It wasn't that Cornelia didn't understand this, and the reason why she didn't think about it was because the instinct of a soldier was doing everything she could, and this option was isolated from her mind.

The battle situation has stabilized, the Black Knights have found the rhythm of the siege, and it is not meaningful to go to help now.

Glasgow stood on a cliff on the commanding heights of the battlefield, looking down at the sea of fire beneath his feet.

[Mr. Lead? 】

[Yes, I saw it, it's the best image!] I'm uploading to the web. 】

[Hmm.] 】

A cloud of smoke rose abruptly from the distance, gradually approaching here. A point of light suddenly appeared in the radar, striking at a speed beyond common sense.

A smile appeared on Ilan's face. He gestured on the screen to mark the point of light and ordered all the Black Knights to get out of the way.

【Karen.】 】

[Yes.] 】

[Let's check it out.] 】

[Got it.] 】

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[Twenty minutes ago.] 】

Is this retribution?

Should you develop a killing machine for yourself?

"Damn it!"

The cannonball, with cruel patience like the Grim Reaper, slowly approached Lancelot's moving gnaku, and according to the detonation height just now, there were still ten seconds left, and he was about to finish his life. Even Lloyd cursed in a normal way, his fingers frantically tapping on the keyboard.

"Damn it! I'm just a scientist!! ”

Without the protection of the steel shell, the range of the airburst shell will be exponentially expanded, and this shot against these infantry in the rear, if calculated correctly, will eat one of the troops in four minutes.

That's 50,000 people!

"Suzaku-kun!"

Lloyd worked hard to complete Lancelot's commissioning. Suzaku in the cockpit didn't say a word, operated the mech, knelt down on one knee, curled up to protect Lloyd and Cecil. One hand carved out a hole in the alloy floor, holding the body in place, and the other hand rose diagonally upward. The moment the shield unfurled, a blinding flash finally lit up in the air.

"Here !! come"

As soon as he finished speaking, the incoming shockwave had already torn off the roof of Gnaku, and the shards slammed into Lancelot's shield like bullets, and the right arm of the mech creaked under the tremendous pressure, as if it could break at any moment. Mutilated human limbs, scorched and blackened by the heat, flashed past them. The wind skimmed over Lancelot's mech, letting out a hellish roar.

"It's not fair!!" Lloyd covered his ears and closed his eyes, screaming at such a juncture.

It may only be for a second, but it feels like a year has passed, and the shock wave has finally receded.

Lloyd looked up tremblingly.

The surrounding qiē was gone, the scorched ground crackled, and the unbelievable smell of burnt poured into the nostrils, stimulating the brain like needles. The heat wave rises from the ground, and the hot air seems to drain the body's moisture.

Lloyd just stood there stunned, looking at this qiē. It seemed like it had been a long time before he felt someone shaking his body.

It was Cecil, who was desperately yelling at herself, but the voice seemed like it was coming from another world.

What is she talking about?

[Mr. Lloyd! 】

Lancelot's external amplifier finally worked.

[Miss Cecil! Are you all right?! 】

The two nodded in a trance.

Suzaku finally breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and took two seconds to calm himself, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already made up his mind.

In order to burn the two of them with the residual heat on his body, he tore Lancelot's canvas and wrapped it around his hands. Bent down and gently grasped the two of them in his hands.

"Suzaku-kun?!"

Cecil was taken aback.

"Hurry up!"

Suzaku pushed the joystick, and the white body rushed towards Mt. Fuji like a bullet out of the chamber.

"We're going to surrender."

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Lelouch locked himself alone in the dark room, quietly looking at the floor-to-ceiling screen in front of him.

He finally let go of the reins after the second airburst shell would = ** pass through Britannia's rear again, temporarily paralyzing it.

More than 100,000 untrained, ragged civilians, unable to even use a single weapon, rushed to Britannia's positions.

They don't have a chance of winning at all.

Even if they carry out a suicide attack, each with a glorious bullet. Even if they are at the peak of their momentum, they are facing the remnants of the army's heart. They don't have the slightest chance of winning.

Not to mention one for one, even if it can be exchanged for ten for one, it will be a miraculous result.

But the problem is not the ratio of losses to the battle, but who cannot afford to lose.

Haven't realized yet, Britannia?

My strength is unlimited.

I am Japan.

I am the world.

Under the attack of the militia wave after wave, the defensive front that had been made up in chaos was finally torn open a few gaps. Although it did not cause any substantial casualties, it caused complete chaos within the enemy army. The chain of command was ineffective, and all the fighters were left to fight for themselves, so that the defensive formation was useless, and the soldiers did not know which direction to point their guns in.

That's right, that's it.

If your opponent is much better than you, then your only chance to defeat them is to bring their quality down to your own level. When faced with a well-disciplined and well-armed enemy, you will have to fight in a scuffled battle with the opposing side. Then, overwhelm the opponent with numbers.

Now, it's time to give the guests a chance to play.

"Major General Katase."

Lelouch pressed the communication button on the table.

"It's your turn."

"yes, I see."

There was a hint of hesitation in Katase's voice, which Lelouch captured.

"Is it Mr. Fujido?"

"Huh? Yes・・・・・・ he still thinks that the common people should not be involved in the war. ”

"Yes."

Lelouch sighed wryly.

Fujido Kagami Shiro, this guy, can still play temper at such a critical moment, really, the partial ability is difficult to give up. Whether this guy should be used or killed in the future is really something to consider.

"Of course I don't want that, but there is one thing I hope we can agree on - we are not soldiers, we are no different from those 'civilians', except that we have guns a few days before them. They are all standing here of their own volition, so should we exclude them and deprive them of the right to fight for Japan because we are old? Do Japanese people also want to discriminate against Japanese people? ”

Katase's mind turned, as if it was this crooked reasoning, and finally convinced himself, hung up the phone and ordered his subordinates to attack.

This guy is still worried about Kyoto's assignment of command to ZERO. He always has a sense of crisis about ZERO's existence, like a concubine who has fallen out of favor. On the surface, it is extremely intimate to call "sister and sister", but secretly I still don't know what Xiao Jiujiu is counting.

In the long run, he will be a scourge.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

This battle will be the last time that the Japanese Liberation Front will appear on the stage of history.

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If the Britannian soldiers were in despair at the barrage of human bombs, they finally had a nervous breakdown when hundreds of knightmare of the Japanese liberation front came out from the back of the crowd.

Everyone knew that it would be a massacre.

Having lost the protection of mechanized units, the infantry was nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in front of the knightmare. The Imperial soldiers didn't know how to physically fight the machines, they didn't need to know that the infantry was used to clean up the battlefield and replenish the guns of the dying enemy. It's the subtext of their manual.

And this arrogance will now lead to the consequences of slander.

The base camp was instantly full of flames, and the people who were hit by the knightmare bullets did not have the possibility of leaving a whole corpse, and they would die if they wiped the edges, even if the bullets fell a few meters away, the splashing rubble could tear people apart. At this caliber, body armor is a joke, and even hiding behind cover will only make the death even more tragic.

Driving skills, marksmanship, battlefield smell, this qiē no longer matters. As long as you shoot indiscriminately in any direction, any driver can achieve great results.

If His Highness Conelia does not withdraw his troops, within two hours, all the mechanized troops will be sent to the mountains, and the rear base camp will be reduced to a sea of blood.

The scoundrel of Fujido stood behind the army with his gun in hand, frowning as he watched the revelry of his allies, not joining or stopping.

He was not used to it, and even more disliked this kind of fighting.

No, this is not a battle at all, and although the soldiers are treacherous, this completely disproportionate one-sided slaughter is not something to be proud of in any way.

What's more, this kind of behavior of letting civilians tear up the defense line for them and disrupt the battlefield is constantly challenging his bottom line.

The four holy swords saw that the boss was not very interested, and they also guessed a rough idea. Now there are not many of them in this kind of chaos, and there are many of them less, and they are all simply standing in the rear and watching from afar.

"Ammunition depot."

Finally, Fujido let out a long sigh and opened the channel with the Four Holy Swords.

"Asahina, Chiba, Senba, you destroy the enemy's ammunition depot as much as possible. Bubu, you come with me to destroy Gnaku, where they have their battery reserves. Move fast! Cornelia could change her mind at any time! As soon as the army turns around, it will withdraw immediately, understand! ”

"Yes!"

The four holy swords were ordered and scattered in all directions.

Fujido didn't linger any longer, and went straight to the headquarters.

Now is the best time to expand the results, if you don't do something about it・・・・・・ it means that many people have died for them in vain.

I see, "Don't let the blood be shed in vain." "Is this what ZERO does?

Really, no matter how clever it is, no matter how dirty it is.

Even himself, who knew this, unknowingly became part of his plan.

・・・・・・・ should not let the blood be shed in vain・・・・・・

Japan?

Freely?

Glory?

Dignity?

Future?

What had once been a clear, unwavering belief suddenly became blurred.

Who the hell am I fighting for?