On the third day, the army of the Negru Republic attacked again, with more than 80,000 troops thrown into the battlefield, nearly 100 steam cannon shots, 22 charges, and the battle lasted more than ten hours.

But Paul Chung's troops still held the line.

At night, insects chirp and the stars shine. The Chief of the General Staff of the Western Theater of Operations, Miguel Kieli, as he had done two days before, stood in front of Paul Chung with a thin piece of paper. This old man who has been playing chess all his life is playing chess at this time. Sitting across from him was the commander of the Third Legion, Skye Hamm.

"Commander, the numbers ......"

"What about Tobias?" Paul Zhong, who was playing chess, didn't seem to hear Miguel Kiely's words, and he asked without raising his head, but the object of the question was Skye Hamm, who was sitting opposite him.

"He ......"

This morning, at the height of the fighting, the commander of the Fourth Army, Tobias Paz, led the remaining 30,000 men of the Fourth Army to abandon their positions and flee from the battle. They abandoned their armor and fled south along the lines of battle between the two sides, fighting on the defensive lines in spite of their comrades, brothers, and commanders. Their departure almost led directly to the collapse of the defense line in the Western Theater. If it weren't for the Fifth Army, which was building a defensive line behind them, he would have lost the opportunity to play chess in the command like he did today.

"He ran away," Paul Chung said to himself, "and he followed me for twenty-four years, and at last he didn't even say goodbye." ”

"He's a coward, a bastard, a damn bitch!"

Miguel Kiely was emotional when he heard Paul Chung mention this man, "Everyone is on the defensive line and sees death as home, but this slut is planning to escape!" If he really lost his line of defense because of his sudden escape, I would not let him go! ”

"Miguel", Paul Chung reached out to move the flag on the chessboard, putting more pressure on Skye Hamm, "Fear of death should not be spurned." After all, everyone is afraid of death, and I am no exception. ”

"But, Commander!"

Miguel Kiely is still a little resentful. However, he didn't know what he was angry about, whether it was Tobias's resignation, or whether he didn't withdraw in time like Tobias. You must know that as the battle deepens and the losses of both sides increase, the treatment of your own generals and soldiers after defeat will become worse and worse, and even the possibility of the enemy launching a massacre after victory cannot be ruled out.

"Forget it," Paul Chung said, holding out his hand, "show me the battle damage report." ”

When Miguel heard this, he hurriedly handed the paper he had been holding in his hand for a long time to Paul Zhong. Paul Chung took it and looked at it, rubbed his eyes, and looked at it again.

Skye Hamm and Miguel Keely were silent. In the large and empty command room, there was silence for a while. It took a long time for Paul Chung to make a decision.

“…… Tomorrow, take your own people, and go. ”

"Your Excellency?"

"Commander?"

Miguel Keely and Skye Hamm are called differently, but they express the same concern and surprise. They all stood up and said to Paul Chung.

"Commander, we will never be the ones to escape! We will be on this line of defense, just like you, and fight until the last moment! ”

Hearing the two of them's answers, Paul Chung smiled. He raised his hand and pointed at Miguel Killi.

"A fool".

Then, he pointed his finger at Skye Hamm.

"And a."

Finally, he lowered his hand and sat down.

"For three days, we have done our best, and even if the Fifth Army comes up to fill the position, we will not be able to hold out for another day. Do you know that if you don't leave today, and tomorrow you start fighting, you probably won't be able to leave? ”

Skye and Miguel didn't reply again, and the two of them silently slammed their heels, like nails, nailed to the spot. They have to express their attitude with their actions.

The command room fell silent again. After a while, Paul Chung asked again.

"Any reply?"

Miguel Kieli shook his head.

"It seems that I have thought too much......

Paul Chung sighed softly, "He doesn't forgive the things I did, but it's acceptable." It's me, so naïve. ”

"Commander!" Miguel glanced at Skye Hamm, unsure if he wanted to talk about it in front of him. But Paul Chung apparently doesn't mind anymore. He chuckled, picked up the tea next to the chessboard, and drank it in one gulp.

"Come on, come again!"

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On the fourth day, as he had done three days before, Paul Chung was once again on the high podium. In his field of vision, the enemy's army lined up in a neat line, with the remaining thirty-six steam cannons as the core, and put on a well-layered offensive formation. And after these days of fighting, our side has also mastered some ways to deal with it. Against the steam cannons opposite, the soldiers sparsely guarded the rear of the Iron Shield Breastwork line, waiting for the war to begin.

"Commander."

Miguel Kiely stepped forward and made a final persuasion.

"Commander, you don't have to wait here all the time. It's too dangerous and could be breached by the enemy at any moment. I've negotiated with Bill Claflin of the Fifth Legion that our entire command can go to their rear—"

"The family has already troubled them to take care of it, so let's not let them waste so much thought about it."

Paul Zhong turned his head sideways and looked at Miguel, "When the enemy breaks through the defensive line, you wait for me for a while and then leave, okay?" ”

"Commander!" , Miguel didn't know why, and when he saw his commander standing in front of him, calmly saying to himself that you can go first, he suddenly wanted to cry.

"We're not going to lose!"

"yes, we're not going to lose!"

Paul Chung smiled and took off his shirt.

"Give me the hammer and I'll beat it."

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Two hours later, the Western Theater, which had already suffered more than half of the casualties, was no longer able to recover, and the improvised iron shield breastwall defense line they guarded still did not survive. The troops of the Negru Republic broke through their last line of defense. In front of these soldiers from Negru, only a lone conning tower remained, and the guards surrounding it.

"Commander, if you don't leave, it's too late!"

Miguel Kiely was really anxious, and he stood in front of Paul Zhong with four capable guard soldiers, "This time, if you don't leave, I will take you away too!" ”

"Miguel, don't be like this."

Paul picked up the binoculars and looked in the direction of the enemy's conning tower, just in time to see Tai Bush also looking at this side. Maybe it was a whim, maybe it was a long time in the making, Paul Chung suddenly waved his hand lightly at the opposite side.

Gunfire rang out under the conning tower. Paul Chung's guards had a hundred brave rifles, and although they were few in number, they were very strong in combat, and they were able to stop the enemy's attack in a short time. However, both Paul Chung and Miguel knew that those 100 guns alone could not change the outcome.

"If I had known this was the case, I would have bought more at that time."

Paul Chung turned his head to leave a word for Miguel, and then pulled out his matching knife. His side knife is an elaborate famous knife that sparkles in the sun.

"Commander! Other! ”

Miguel watched as Paul Chung drew his saber and slung it to his neck, suddenly realizing what he was going to do as a commander. He exclaimed in surprise and took half a step forward, only to be stopped by Paul Chung.

"Don't come here!"

Miguel stopped, and in his sight, he could already see the blood on Paul Chung's neck.

"Bring my head to Gibson and tell him, I'm sorry."

These are the last words left by the commander of the Western Theater of Operations, General Paul Chung, in this world.

On that day, the Republic of Negru broke through the defensive line organized by the Western Theater in the province of Enspan, and there was no enemy to match before their troops.

"Pass my orders, trim the day, and attack Elena!"

Tayja Bush, commander of the Eastern Front of the Neglo Republic, gave the latest order. After four days of fighting, the soldiers would attack the small mountain plain after a day's rest to make up for the last shortcomings of the Neglo Republic's army.

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"I thought he was a warlord who didn't see the big picture and only thought about himself," said Gastens who was discussing technical issues with William Richardson at the factory when he got the news. After hearing the news, he was stunned for a few seconds and shared his thoughts with William Richardson.

"But I didn't expect this person to have such a side."

Immediately, Gastens convened an emergency meeting to discuss the next change in the tide of the war. All the members of the council arrived at the meeting within the allotted time.

"The Western Theater defense line was crushed, and the Fifth Army was not able to hold it. There is no longer the strength to stand between us and the armies of the Negru Republic. I suspect that in a few days, we will be able to see the army of the Republic of Neglo at the Luoshan Pass. ”

"Will they attack us?" , Gurakos asked.

"Do they have a reason not to beat us?" Gastens asked rhetorically, and then looked at everyone present, "We have an advanced weapons production line in our hands, and they wanted to negotiate before, but we didn't give it." Now they have the possibility of getting it with just one fight, why don't they fight? ”

"Then we'll drive them back! Anyway, it's not that I haven't fought, and it's not that I haven't won! ”

Ivan still looks like a big grin. In his impression, as long as Elena concentrates on all her strength, there is no enemy that cannot be dealt with.

"The Negro Republic is not the same as Skye Hamm, and it is not the same as Prince Eliot", Gastens knows the gravity of the situation better than Ivan, "This battle must be fought, but how to fight, how to fight, we must think about it." The other side is the Neglo Republic with steam cannons and armored spearmen, and if we don't fight well, we may lose, you know?! ”

Everyone in the room agreed, and the discussion began. Gastens also joined the discussion. It's just that throughout the whole process of his participation in the discussion, his mind was always filled with the words left by Manny Casdier, chief of staff of the Third Army in the Western Theater not long ago, before leaving.

"We, the Western Military Region, will never let a soldier from the Negru Republic set foot on the land of Anken Rein when we still have a breath. If, I mean, you encounter the forces of the Neglo Republic in the future, please don't forget that we have also fought these enemies on the front lines. ”

Is that person, the one who left this sentence, still alive?

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"Your Majesty, Paul Chung died, committing suicide on the conning tower after the collapse of the defensive line. He instructed Miguel Kiely, chief of staff of the Western Theater of Operations, to bring his head over. Now that the man is outside, do you want him to come in? ”

In Roseville's palace, Prime Minister Emile Owen is reporting the incident to the Emperor. Anken Rein's Emperor, Paul Gibson, who has the same name as Paul Chung, was lazily lying on his side on the couch, flipping through the papers in his hand. Hearing Emir's question, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at his long-time prime minister.

"Do you still need to ask about this? Just take a look and ask. Those people almost killed me back then, and indirectly forced Ronninger to rebel. It would be too simple to ask me to forgive them in such a simple way. ”

The emir nodded and stepped back. After about half an hour, he came back alone.

"People are gone?"

Paul Gibson was still in that position, and the tone of the question was lazy.

"Gone, I've seen the head, it's indeed Paul Chung."

Emile Owen finished his debriefing, waited a few seconds, and asked a question.

"Your Majesty, Miguel and I asked about that letter, how do I reply?"

"Letter?" Paul Gibson was stunned for a moment, thought for a few seconds, got up and found the letter from Paul Zhong from a wooden box on the bookshelf next to him, which had not yet been opened.

"I don't know what is written in this letter without reading it", Paul Gibson casually threw the letter on the table, "My base has been beaten, and I am not easy to mix with here." What else could he say? It's nothing more than wagging its tail and begging for mercy. What's so good about this kind of letter? Take it and burn it. ”

"I see, Your Majesty."

Omir nodded, picked up the letter, handed it to the chamberlain beside him, and asked more important questions.

"Your Majesty, now that the forces of Enspan Province are empty, the rest of the Fifth Army cannot stop Negro at all. Prince Eliot is still in Enspan, do you want to call him back? ”

"Come back? Why did you come back? Paul Gibson stood up and took two steps.

"Give him all the 200,000 men that have been prepared, give him the trained artillery cavalry division, and tell him that if he dares to let the enemy leave the province of Enspan, I don't want his son!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Emile Owen nodded slightly, and then, as Paul Gibson requested, turned around and called Henry Claflin, Grand Duke of the Golden Lion, in. In his mind, Paul Chung, who committed suicide in the province of Enspan, had completely disappeared from this world. As for what was written in that letter, he, like Paul Gibson, was not at all interested in reading it.

After all, a dead person, no matter what he says, can't come back to life.