Walking onwards, General Larry carefully observed the burned corpses curled up at his feet, sometimes even kicking them with his leather boots, carefully observing what was going on. Soon he stopped in front of a corpse, and General Larry leaned down, looked at the corpse for a long time, and then nodded, "That's him, this is the corpse of Archduke Savelli." ”

Zhukov walked over, looked at the corpse that had long been burned beyond recognition, and wondered: "How do you know that he is the Grand Duke of Severly?" ”

General Larry pointed to the unburned hand under the corpse and said, "The ring on that hand is the seal of the Grand Duke, which he will not discard, and there is no longer above the second knuckle of the index finger on that hand, which fits perfectly." Because when he was young, the Grand Duke had been hunting on the northern ice fields and had been completely frozen when he was discovered, and the amputated finger had to be amputated because it was completely necrotic because it was frozen. ”

Zhukov nodded and said: "It's good to confirm, now that Grand Duke Savelli is dead, you have to seize power as soon as possible, and at the same time order the border areas to start working." ”

General Larry nodded and said, "There is no problem, I will plan it first, and then the two sides will launch it together, and it will definitely be possible to annihilate Kutma on the basis of it." ”

"How's the offense going today?" Admiral Kutma, unaware of the death of the Grand Duke of Savelli, was directing his troops on the Vyborg front in a desperate attack.

Admiral Kutma's four corps took turns attacking Vyborg, and despite their heavy casualties, he refused to give up. The Boston Empire's top brass has made a wish to Kutmar that as long as he can help the Thar army break through the Paladin's Fort, the entire Cossack northern region, including the Paladin's Fort, will become his territory, and he can even establish an independent state from the Grand Duchy of Gothenburg, and outside of these territories, there will also be a colony of his in the southern subcontinent.

With such tempting conditions, General Kutma, as the commander-in-chief of the allied forces of the two countries, naturally launched an offensive as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. Soon the 100,000 troops of the Viking Army, also under the command of Admiral Kutma, were replaced and continued to launch a fierce attack.

The high-intensity offensive had been going on for five days, during which his troops had been reduced by almost ten percent, and the Cossack defenders on the Vyborg side had suffered equally heavy losses, but the combined forces of the two countries were still unable to move forward. Admiral Denikin personally sat in Vyborg, commanding an army of 300,000 to hold the northern gateway of the Paladin's Fortress, stubbornly resisting the increasingly fierce attack.

"What the hell is going on with Zhukov? Why hasn't the opposite side been launched yet. Denikin was also very nervous at this time, now was the most difficult moment of his life, the entire front line was no longer in reserve, and all the troops in his hands were put on the front line. The casualties of the troops on the front line were increasing, but the enemy was still rolling in endlessly, launching wave after wave of attacks on the front line of the Cossack army in Vyborg.

"We've been contacted, and they'll be in action tonight to ask us to cooperate." A liaison officer reports the situation.

Listening to his report, Vasilev nodded, such an opportunity was really rare, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Order the troops to eat in advance, and then let me sleep, and when those people attack at night, we will go again." Several army commanders, who had been waiting for news from the side, immediately took the order.

"There is still no progress today." Chabaev said with his head bowed.

Admiral Kutma slapped the table and said, "What are you doing, there are more than 50,000 dead and wounded today, but there is no progress at all. ”

"I remember that yesterday it was personally commanded by Mr. Admiral, and the casualties were not much less than today, and there was no progress either." Chabaev, who belonged to General Larry's cronies, did not give Kutma face, and he directly ridiculed him and pushed back the other party's accusations.

Kutma snorted lightly in his nose and said, "That's it for today, if there is no progress tomorrow, you just wait to be fired." Despite his own mistakes, Kutma wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to take the forces belonging to General Larry into his own hands.

"The dismissal of officers at or above the military level needs to be reported to the Ministry of Defense, and General Kutma does not seem to have such authority." For those who do not belong to his camp, even if their official positions are higher, he will not budge an inch.

"Get out, I'll tell you, now I'm the commander-in-chief of the front, if you don't fight well tomorrow, I can shoot you in front of the battle." Admiral Kutma was already a little crazy, and the losses of his cronies' troops in the past few days were very painful for him.

Walking out of the camp, Chabaev walked towards his camp with his adjutant and a group of guards. "What do you say about that?" The adjutant asked softly.

Chabaev said: "What else can I say, it's not a roar, but it's helpless." ”

The adjutant said: "I have sent a signal to the Cossack army in the north to tell them to move tonight." ”

Chabaev asked: "Was the Vyborg direction notified?" ”

"Do you need to inform them? Didn't you want us to cooperate with the Cossacks to the north? The adjutant said a little strangely.

Chabaev said: "It would be good to ask for more reinforcements, in addition to the Kutma army, we also need to deal with the Vikings." ”

The adjutant nodded and said, "I'll go and inform them immediately." ”

At two o'clock in the evening, the camps of the two coalition forces had fallen into a deep sleep, except for the garrisons in the front-line positions and the sentries in the camps, all the coalition soldiers fell into a deep sleep, not including the 400,000 troops under Chabaev, of course.

This time, the Grand Duchy of Gothenburg sent 1.5 million troops, and the Viking Kingdom sent 900,000 troops, and Chabaev's troops accounted for exactly one-third of the number of troops sent by the Grand Duchy of Gothenburg, just more than a year of war, and his troops have lost more than 100,000 troops. The casualties of Kutma's men and the Vikings were only greater.

"Start moving in half an hour, remember that everyone must tie a white towel around their arms, otherwise the Cossacks will not care if you are a friendly soldier or not." Chabaev instructed his commanders.

"Yes, my lord, we'll get ready at once." Several commanders saluted at the same time, and after Chabaev waved, they left the camp one after another.

At half past two in the morning, 400,000 Gothenburg soldiers with white towels on their left arms secretly walked out of their barracks and rushed towards other nearby barracks. Shells and grenades fell into the barracks of the troops loyal to the Kutma, and the otherwise peaceful ground suddenly burst into gunfire, and the soldiers who had been weary from the day's fighting were awakened as they rushed out of the barracks when they were met with a dense rain of bullets.

Both the Kutma camp and the Viking camp were attacked, and in the darkness they had no idea how many enemies were coming, and the terrified soldiers only knew how to shoot indiscriminately to calm their panic.

Hearing the dense gunfire in the coalition camp, Denikin of Vyborg and Vasilev to the north gave the order to attack almost simultaneously. A large number of chariot troops, which had already been prepared, quickly advanced and rushed into the already chaotic coalition camp, and fierce battles were fought inside and outside the camp, but with the attack of Chabayev's army from the inside, Kutma's army and the Viking army were overwhelmed, and the army began to collapse rapidly.

Kutma, who was asleep, was awakened by the adjutant, and when he heard the dense gunfire in the camp, his face changed dramatically, and he judged that the Cossacks must have launched another night attack. He still remembers the last night attack vividly, three of his cronies' troops were completely annihilated, and the heavy losses made him feel distressed for a long time.

"Order the troops to block the enemy immediately, and must not let the other side come." Kutma commanded loudly.

The adjutant said: "No, Commander, the other side has already attacked our camp, and now there are enemies everywhere around the station, they have launched attacks from several directions, and it is difficult for us to carry out a counterattack." ”

Hearing the adjutant's words, Kutma was directly dumbfounded, listening to the shouting and killing getting closer and closer, he knew that his general situation was gone, and now the most important thing was to escape with his life, as long as he could go back, he could save his life up and down, as for the future, he had no time to think about it.

Riding on his horse with the guards, Admiral Kutma fled to the north in disarray, he was going to Murmansk in the north, where there were still garrisoned Gothenburg troops, as long as he got there, he still had a chance to turn the tables. But as soon as he rushed out of the camp, his guard unit ran into the rampage of the Cossack convoy. The convoy was subordinate to Vasilev, who outflanked from the north and attacked the coalition battalion.

Kutma's guards were caught off guard and were killed on the spot by a burst of synchronous machine gun fire from the chariots, and most of them were killed and wounded immediately, and the rest of the men could not escape the chariot's pursuit at all, and were killed on the spot.

Kutma was very clever, and when he noticed that the lights of the opponent's chariot were shining, he immediately turned over and jumped off his horse, and regardless of the dirt of the ground, he rolled on the spot in his gorgeous military uniform and fell into the trench by the side of the road.

Kutma's judgment was very correct, and as soon as he rolled into the trench, a dense barrage of machine-gun bullets hit, and his lieutenant and the nearby guards were all killed in place. When the chariot rumbled by, the frightened Kutma poked his head out, knowing that he had not yet left the barracks, and if he did not run now, the Cossacks would surely launch a great manhunt after daybreak, and then he would not be able to escape.

Ignoring the rain that had accumulated in the trench and the mud puddle that was one foot deep and one foot shallow, Kutma clinged to the dirt wall of the trench and limped off into the distance.

"Stop, if you don't stand still, you'll shoot." A loud shout came from the road, this was the arrival of the follow-up infantry of the Cossack corps, and one of the fighters, with good ears, heard movement in the trenches. Kutma did not dare to stop, he continued to flee as if he had not heard, and the warrior stopped him, took the rifle from his shoulder, and shot with a slight aim.