The battle at Kraba Market was over, and the more than 1,000 Grey Wolf soldiers all laid down their weapons and left bunkers with their heads in their hands.

They were disgraced and depressed, most of them with wounds that had not yet scabbed, and there was no light in their gray eyes.

If they lose to the alliance, they will feel better in their hearts, then looking at these militiamen in front of them who can't even put together a complete set of clothes, all they have left in their hearts is shame.

The militiamen drove them from the north side of the Craba market to the east, where they formed a long line at the entrance to the market.

The survivors watching from afar saw this scene, and they all had a look of disbelief written on their faces.

“…… His Majesty's army actually lost. ”

"That's the invincible gray wolf......"

"And it turned out to be lost to the Moon Clan."

Actually, it's not just the Moon Clan.

It's just that the slaves in Lowell's camp are mainly Moon Clansmen, so this militia team is naturally dominated by Moon Clansmen.

The devout believers looked straight in the direction of the Craba Market, their lips muttering to themselves.

"The Sacred Cow is on top."

This time it might really be a change......

Looking at the oncoming militia, Satish Qianli's face was like ashes, and after several struggles, he finally handed over the matching gun in his hand.

The radio station has been seized, and there is no point in him continuing to resist.

However, what he didn't expect was that the man with bare arms took his matching gun, but he dropped the magazine and threw it back to him.

"Run east."

Satish was stunned.

"W-"

He was about to ask what he meant, when the man shot him in front of his boot without saying a word, startling him with the bouncing stones and dust.

'Are you crazy?!' ’

Satish stared at him with wide eyes, his eyes silently asked, but seeing that the man in front of him did not seem to be joking, he could only walk backwards in three and two steps, and then trotted.

He ran from the center of the market to the east, and no one stopped him on the way, until he saw the disarmed captives crowded at the east entrance of the market.

What the hell are they going to do?!

Satish's heart was filled with trepidation, obviously more terrible than the fate of the captive, obviously uncertain about what was about to happen.

The group of "gray wolves" standing at the east gate of the market also looked at him dumbfounded, obviously not expecting to be able to reunite with the chief after being captured.

The confusion of the group did not last long, and a man with an LD-47 rifle walked up to them, and without saying a word, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the sky and the trigger was pulled.

"Sudden ——!"

The captives crowded at the entrance of the market were like frightened birds, startled by the sudden sound of gunfire, and instinctively retreated. The survivors who were hiding in the distance to watch the excitement were also startled and hid back in their homes.

The man looked at the captives with a smirk, as if teasing a flock of frightened sheep, and pointed his rifle with an empty magazine at them, making a "thud" sound with his mouth.

Looking at the crowd of people who were constantly retreating in horror, he cleanly knocked off the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one, and then reloaded it with a click.

It is self-evident what that action means -

This time it's a real guy!

Without saying a word, the panicked captives turned their heads and fled with their backs in the direction of the Craba market.

Bullets whizzed overhead, and the running captives didn't have time to think about it, or even to see if the people around them had fallen, but they fled in the direction of the outside of the settlement, driven by the gunfire of the stragglers.

At the same time, Lassi, who was standing in the middle of the Craba market, contacted the head of the temporary headquarters in the port through the headset hanging on his ear.

"As you ordered, the captives are fleeing through the east gate in the direction of the outside of the settlement, and I have sent a party of 100 to follow them."

Echoes were soon heard in the communication channel.

“…… Roger, well done, I need you to take all the rest of the population to the northern part of the settlement and stand by, where our troops will support your attack. ”

Although there is a slight deviation from the plan, it is not without remedies.

Confiscate the captives' weapons and let them keep running.

It's a big deal to wait for them to run back to the position and catch it again.

Lassi said cleanly.

"Yes."

Although the intelligence showed that there was a whole team of 10,000 people waiting there, there was no fear or timidity in his heart.

In the two battles he has experienced, he knows very well who is invincible, not the Gray Wolf Army, nor himself, but the "Iron Men" standing behind him.

As long as the Iron Men were still standing behind him, there was nothing to fear......

As soon as the communication was over, he summoned his commanders and ordered them to take their men and head towards the northern part of the settlement as planned.

The Coalition provided them with not only light weapons and ammunition, but also communications equipment distributed to the ten-man team.

It is precisely for this reason that although their group of improvised stragglers are still very rusty in terms of combat experience, the communication barriers between commanders at all levels have basically been cleared, and the informatization rate is even a little higher than that of the gray wolf army, which only has radio distributed to the hundred-man team.

Even if the order is not clear enough, it is only a matter of shouting two more voices.

At least there will not be a situation where the centurion cannot find his ten-man team, and the thousand-strong does not know where his centurion is.

With this plug-in alone, they already had a much better start than many guerrillas, not to mention the automatic weapons that were brought in from the port......

At the same time that the Avengers' First Legion withdrew from the Crabbar Market, a three-story house located south of the center of the market had a head hidden behind a window on the second floor, and its eyes were looking nervously through the gap in the curtains.

Seeing that the thugs who had occupied the market were evacuating, Prince Dilip slowly breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that he was already soaked in cold sweat behind him.

It seems that the Sacred Cow still favors him.

Although he unfortunately lost the battle, thankfully these stupid traitors did not search the entire market, but rushed to other places.

Not only that, but the cowardly Satish Commander did not confess himself, allowing his existence to be concealed.

Maybe......

He could take advantage of those people to leave and slip away without noticing.

The alliance and those puppet armies didn't even know they were here......

Prince Dilip cautiously left the window, and turned back to discuss the matter with the rest of the room's guards.

However, before he could speak, he heard a flattering flattery from downstairs.

"Yes sir, this is ......"

……

North of Golden Gallen Harbor.

In an observation post covered with camouflage nets at the frontline position less than a kilometer from the city, Manu was holding a telescope and staring solemnly in the direction of the city in the distance.

The shelling of the settlement had stopped, and nearly five hundred precious shells had been wasted to cover the idiot's retreat, but there was no movement in the silent city, and he didn't even see half a figure.

The adjutant standing next to him looked at him nervously.

"Prince Dilip won't have an accident, right?"

Manu smiled coldly and remained silent.

It would be nice if that were the case.

In contrast, he felt more sorry for the more than 5,000 siblings of his kind, who were all brave young men who deserved to die for something meaningful, even if they were to die.

Hopefully they'll run out more......

At this moment, figures suddenly appeared in the early morning mist, and they ran forward in confusion, as if there were gunshots chasing behind them.

Manu's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously moved forward, and the magnification of the telescope quickly moved with his index finger to look farther.

"It's our people!"

A hint of surprise appeared on his face, but he quickly became alert again.

Wrong!

Problematic!

There are too many people who have broken through!

Hundreds of possibilities flashed through his mind, but no matter what one of them, he couldn't imagine the Alliance launching a counterattack on their positions with less than a thousand troops.

That's magical, too!

The "Iron Fist" bazooka provided to them by the Legion can penetrate even power armor!

With some field guns hidden in the position, 100mm howitzers and machine gun fire, he was confident that he could stop even in the face of an attack by armored troops.

But even if he didn't believe it in his heart, he still prepared for the worst, grabbed the walkie-talkie on the radio that was sitting aside and shouted.

"Attention Ministries! Get ready to fight!! ”

The roar of battle echoed through the radio stations, and the piercing siren bells sounded over the positions more than ten kilometers wide.

The battle order was issued from the thousand-man squad to the hundred-man detachment, and the soldiers, hiding in the anti-artillery holes, rushed into the trenches in groups of ten.

The heads with steel helmets were like mines buried in a pit of earth, and there were bright bayonets hidden next to them.

But here's the problem.

The trenches were dug too deep!

And it was not just a certain section of the battle, but every part of the entire front line more than ten kilometers wide, close to the front line, and only a few slopes blown out by artillery could touch the outside.

But even then it was reluctant.

Previously, these trenches were only used as cover to limit artillery damage, and no one thought that the Coalition might be able to fight out of the Golden Gallen Harbor.

It is precisely because of this that no one cares about this trivial problem at all, and is even quite satisfied with this trench from which the prostitute came.

And now, the soldiers of the empire on almost the entire front are facing an embarrassing problem -

Even if they jumped up, they couldn't see anyone outside the trench, let alone aim their rifles at their targets.

However, those machine guns and field guns were not affected, and most of their bunkers were dug out by the sappers themselves.

However, it is precisely because of this that their positions covered with camouflage nets are taken care of by the Alliance's support fire.

Almost at the same time that the rout army fled from the settlement, the sound of breaking the air crossed the heads of the gray wolves in the trenches.

A deafening roar resounded through the positions, and the raging shrapnel was like a raging storm, engulfing several positions with flashing gunfire in an instant.

Looking at the artillery fire in front of them, the routs who fled from the city looked desperate, while the militia chasing after them was demoralized.

They seemed to have seen the despair burning in the flames!

What they once feared turned out to be such a vulnerable thing!

Lassi felt as if a flame was burning in his chest, just as he had reached for the pistol he had thrown into the crowd.

That's the flame of ambition!

The chance to make a name for yourself is right in front of you!

He's going to be the new myth, and it's not just in the minds of the Moonpeople.

The "iron men" had even paved all the way for him, and all he had to do at the moment was to rush on-

He will defeat the invincible gray wolf!

"Rush up with me!! Skinned them! Tell those brutes who should stay in the cage! ”

He shouted at the top of his voice, his eyes bloodshot with excitement, and the LD-47 rifle in his hand suddenly shot forward.

It's like a doping.

Under the command of that roar, nearly 20,000 militiamen with white gauze wrapped around their arms launched a charge towards the position outside the port of Golden Gallen.

"Kill !!"

The shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth, mixed with the noisy gunfire and cannons.

At the edge of the settlement, the [prop belt division] lying in the armor of the "King Crab" all-terrain infantry looked at the position with roaring artillery fire in the distance, and couldn't help but write a trace of envy on his face.

"Mom, let's make a big one sometime."

The [corner six] on the side replied.

"It's a bit difficult to get together so many players."

The prop belt master smiled.

"You don't have to be a player."

The sixth man in the corner looked at him stunned.

"You don't want to die?"

The two of them were chatting for a while, and the voice of Elder Brother Fang came from the communication channel.

“…… What are you still grinding, our friendly forces have gone up, they need the cover of armored units now, hurry up! ”

When the two of them heard this, their expressions suddenly turned solemn, and they said in unison.

"Yes!"

At the same time that the Provisional Command command order was issued, coalition forces scattered on the northern side of the settlement also attacked.

Five "king crabs" galloped towards the position of the gray wolf army at full power, firing as they moved forward, two 20mm machine guns roared out thick tracers, machine gun and field gun positions were named one by one, and every fire was a bloody rain.

Not only the "King Crab", but also the Alliance soldiers who advanced with the "King Crab", whether in mobility, firepower or protection, they were more than an order of magnitude stronger than the Gray Wolf Army with the equipment eliminated by the Legion.

As for the soldiers themselves, not to mention.

Everyone standing here is an awakened person for more than two times!

The gray wolves buried in the trenches could only watch as their firing points were dismantled one by one without infantry cover, and the rifles in their hands were like burning sticks, unable to even pose a threat to the charging crowd.

Some struggled to crawl out of the trenches and tried to fight back with an Iron Fist bazooka, but the distance of nearly two hundred meters was clearly beyond the effective range of the thing.

Occasionally, one or two rockets burst out of the trenches, and they didn't see what they hit, but the people carrying the bazookas were taken care of.

The bullets crushed the Gray Wolf soldiers who tried to climb out of cover and return fire to the ground, and the continuous pouring of artillery fire weighed down the fire of the rear supporters.

Standing at the observation post, Captain Manuwan's eyes were red, half angry, half frightened.

The Alliance's armor is terrifying, but it's only five!

As long as he can stop those charging cannon fodder, it is impossible to break through his position with the alliance's strength of less than a thousand people!

However, what made him sweat anxiously was that the soldiers on the distant position seemed to have their knees sawed off, and one or two buried their heads in the trenches and could not come out.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed the walkie-talkie resting on the radio and yelled at the commander who was directing the battle on the front line.

"What are your people doing! The herd of animals is almost in your face, still cowering in the trenches, and firing at me! ”

The cacophony of artillery fire and gunfire followed the radio, and there was a tremor in the commander's voice.

"Sir...... My soldiers reported that it was not that they did not want to open fire, but that the trenches were so deep that they could not see the outside at all. ”

Hearing this, Manu almost didn't have a mouthful of old blood sprayed on the radio, and scolded.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

It's too late to say anything now.

The cannonade has stopped.

The cannon fodder who had fought out of the city had already rushed to the frontline of his command after the routed soldiers who had broken through the encirclement.

A fierce exchange of fire broke out at first, but as several grenades exploded in the trenches, the Greywolf soldiers, who couldn't even stick their heads out, quickly gave up their senseless struggle, and threw the useless burning stick out of the trench under the shouts and shouts of the cannon fodder.

The shouts of victory resounded on the battlefield, but unfortunately it was the cheers of the enemy.

The crumbling defensive line was like an avalanche, and the trenches were like fallen dominoes, overrun by overwhelming cannon fodder.

Manu's eyes widened, his lips white as paper, and the hand holding the telescope was eager to crush the barrel.

He saw it with his own eyes.

The pride of the empire came out of the trenches in droves with guns pointed to their heads and their heads in their hands in their hands.

Disgrace......

It's a shame!

His men are being captured by the formation!

And it's also a bunch of ragtag cannon fodder troops that have just been formed!

Since the founding of the Gray Wolf Army, there has never been such an outrageous thing!

Seeing that the general trend had gone and there was no possibility of a turnaround, Manu closed his eyes in despair.

At this time, his adjutant hurriedly broke into the observation post and said breathlessly.

"My lord, the soldiers of the Alliance have rushed forward! If you don't leave, it's too late, let's evacuate! ”

Manu opened his eyes, and there was no longer any vigor in his cloudy pupils, as if he had suddenly aged dozens of years.

"Let's go." Looking at the anxious adjutant, he said in a trembling voice.

The adjutant was stunned.

"Then you-"

Before he could ask, his esteemed commander had already drawn his rifle, aimed it at his chin, and replied with action.

"Bang ——!"

The red and white were glued together in the camouflage net that covered the observation post, along with the glory he had achieved over the past forty years.

Although you will not die if you lose a battle, nor will you be captured.

But he has no face to continue living......

……

The fighting outside the Port of Golden Gallen settlement is over once and for all.

During this period, the Gray Wolf Army in the rear tried to launch several counterattacks, and even dispatched their only motorized troops and reloads, but in front of the Alliance's mechanized troops, the tattered ones were not even toys.

Powered players equipped with power armor or exoskeletons can even shoot from a standing position with a 37mm "heavy rifle".

In this sense, although they do not have the size and defense of tanks, they are no different from ordinary infantry vehicles.

The "Chimera" wheeled infantry combat vehicle of the Skeleton Corps has a barrel caliber of 37mm, and the ammunition is even the same model.

After throwing down nearly a thousand corpses, the troops who rushed to the front line for reinforcements were forced to retreat in embarrassment, and a strange scene appeared on the battlefield - tens of thousands of people were chased away by less than a thousand men, and the latter did not stop the pursuit until the supporting artillery on the banks of the Yongliu River bombarded it.

The artillery positions in the port opened a smoke screen on the front-line positions that had already been captured, and the 3rd and 400th detachments, which had covered the invasion of the enemy's hinterland, as well as the militia units led by Lassi, withdrew to the settlements in batches.

And greet them.

It was the cheers of the local survivors.

"it...... Are we fighting in Dawning City or in Port Goldgallen?! There was a look of surprise written on his face when he was lost, especially when he received a bouquet of flowers from a girl in a long dress, and he almost subconsciously took out the money.

Most of the survivors living in the suburbs are poor people with no clothes to wear, and those who can have a clean clothes are at least middle- and upper-class citizens.

In other words, the survivors who cheered their triumph were not only the poor people in the suburbs who had received the money, but also the citizens who consciously ran over.

In other words, they will never leave the area where they live at will.

In addition to the bouquets offered, there are also flower crowns and garlands, and even more exciting hugs and sudden kisses, but many players are embarrassed.

The degree of conservatism of the different classes of people here seems to be completely different, and seeing that the iron men seem to be embarrassed to refuse, some of the enthusiastic and unrestrained girls are becoming more and more bold, and even take advantage of the brief seconds of offering flowers and hugs to leave their addresses in their ears......

However, to the militiamen with white gauze wrapped around their arms, they seemed much more restrained. Maybe it's because they're too familiar, maybe it's because of faith or some bad rumors, but they just sprinkle their petals on them, although they are also enthusiastic.

Regarding the "favoritism" of the survivors in the settlement, Lassi, who walked in the militia ranks, did not care in the slightest.

When it comes to "Iron Man Worship", none of the survivors who are welcome in the middle of the road can compare to him, after all, he knows better than anyone how this victory came about and who gave him power.

The other militiamen were the same, but some of the long-time slaves were flattered by the petals thrown at them.

They clearly remembered how much these people looked down on them before, and the eyes that looked at them at this moment were clearly written with fear and reverence.

This spiritual pleasure simply outweighs all enjoyment.

Many people have not finished the road in front of them, and they are already looking forward to the next battle in their hearts......

In order to enjoy the crowds and cheers for a while, and to share the joy of victory with his subordinates more, Lassi deliberately ordered his subordinates to walk slowly.

And for the nearly 10,000 captives who were caught in the ranks, it undoubtedly prolonged the torture and suffering.

Instead of flower petals, people threw at them, but saliva, mud and even sharp stones.

Their hands and feet were tied with a rope, and they couldn't dodge, or even raise their arms to block them, so they could only let the mess fall on their faces and chests.

Some fell to the ground, stumbling with a group of nine men, and then were rudely dragged up by the militia who were holding them.

Numbness, humiliation, and despair were etched into every face.

Especially when the survivors' stones and mud were thrown at them, their hearts were not only angry, but also incomprehensible and confused.

Why do these people do this to them.

They were apparently on the orders of His Majesty to save them......

If good people don't do it, do they have to be the dogs of the alliance?

……

Inside the temporary command of the port.

Looking down on the cheering brothers through the drone, most of the veteran players have a look of envy, jealousy and hatred on their faces.

Boy!

They commanded and dispatched for a long time, and forced these guys to finish loading.

I knew that the opposite dish was on this, so they wore their gear together!

staring at the screen and being silent for a long time, Lao Bai suddenly couldn't help but say.

"Don't these people have a little bit of shame?"

Fang Chang said succinctly.

"They don't have a concept of a nation, and like most of the survivor colonies in the wasteland, the concept of 'equality' that is too advanced for the people here is not only 'equality', but many other things. This so-called empire is actually more like a slightly larger and slightly larger Brown Farm. ”

After all, this is not any country or region in reality, and using real-world experience to analyze it is like using "watermelon is round, banana and watermelon are fruits", so as to deduce "bananas are also round".

According to the public setting of the official website forum, long before entering the era of prosperity, the planet has disappeared from its traditional borders and achieved a civilization-wide union.

It's not so much an emulated Legion to push the species. The empire of ethnicity is rather a theocratic empire that borrowed a textbook from the Age of Prosperity as a Bible and a theory from the Willants.

Obviously, the rulers here are a group of "shrewd" guys, who collected the original texts of the "animal world", improved and packaged them, and gave birth to a set of theories of "thousands of races and thousands of gods".

Nominally, a thousand gods protect the province of Borneo, but in reality the totem poles are chained. What sheltered Borneo for 200 years was not an "animal world" at all, but a naturally occurring mountain range, a desert left over from war, and perhaps some strange knick-knick-kdons left behind by the first survivors.

According to Ms. Han's research, the Sacred Cow was not always the head of the gods, and before that it seemed to be a moon god similar to the silver moon goddess in the Luoxia Province. And this is also the most direct reason why the Moon Clan people suddenly fell from the top of the pyramid and became "untouchables".

Under such a premise, it is unrealistic to expect the survivors of Golden Gallen Harbor to offer their loyalty to the Emperor like the survivors of Dawn, themselves as tamed sheep. It was clear from the first time they saw Lassi that these people only wagked their tails at those who looked stronger and bared their teeth at those who looked weaker.

Not to mention the artillery bombardment of the city by the Gray Wolf Army to cover the retreat of friendly forces, which completely pushed the local survivors to the opposite side.

Now the captured reservoir dogs have been unloaded again, and the locals are counting on them to be kind to them, so that the bighorn god will appear.

Lao Bai shook his head.

Not wanting to think about such a complicated issue, he got straight to the point.

"The reinforcements from Tiandu have been defeated, and the battle plan for the three stages has been completed, what next?"

This war was really not interesting, especially when he saw from the drone that the men of a division on the opposite side were being chased away by the two of them.

In the provinces of the River Valley, there are more marauders than they can fight.

Fang Chang said softly.

"One accident is not enough, but three surprises in a row, I think it is enough to sober up the arrogant Earth Emperor...... If he didn't want to put all the elite in his hands on a gamble that he couldn't win. ”

This battle can be described as hearty.

It even exceeded his expectations.

In addition to the 1,241 people killed in the battle, nearly 10,000 people surrendered, and the 10,000th team of the Gray Wolf Army was captured by the formation!

Some were even captured twice in a day, once at the Craba market inside the settlement, and again at positions outside the settlement.

In addition to the captured personnel, the weapons, ammunition, and supplies left on the positions were all moved back by the militia of the Avengers First Corps.

And those who couldn't be moved were also set on fire.

After this battle, the Gray Wolves have completely lost the ability to continue attacking the port of Golden Gallen. And the lifeblood of that witch Xilan was also pinched by them.

As for the prince named Dilip, he is a lottery.

"Don't have another accident then." Lao Bai teased in a relaxed tone, "Those guys have never played cards according to the routine. ”

Fang Chang smiled confidently and said.

"No way, I can see that the witch is a layman in all fields, but there is only one field that he specializes in. And now, this defeat is no longer a crisis in the military and diplomatic sphere for him, but a matter of governance related to the authority of the royal family. ”

Perhaps it would be a good idea to take this opportunity to swim up the Yongliu River and enter the sky in one fell swoop, and the empire might disintegrate because of it.

But he had to take seriously the advice of his managers – not to escalate the situation on his own initiative.

Once the empire falls apart and Borneo becomes a tribal war, not only will the legions take the opportunity to expand their influence in the region, but some dirty things will also take advantage of the chaos. And if it can't clean up the mess in the end, the alliance will also lose some of the favor of neutral forces.

This is clearly not worth the cost.

The emperor can be ignorant, but they, the "vassals" of the administrators, can't be ignorant.

And even if they have the ability to penetrate the Empire, they will have to consider the legions that are eyeing each other, the "Bonding Nations Conference" that is taking place in the distance, and the torch that is brewing with a world-class threat.

Just as the conversation shifted from the battle itself to the post-war reconstruction and whether to set up a daily survivor newspaper here, an unfamiliar telegram suddenly received from the radio of the headquarters.

Fang Chang took the telegram and glanced at it hurriedly, then handed it to Lao Bai with a smile.

"What am I talking about?"

Reaching out and taking the telegram, Lao Bai didn't read the content on it, he caught a glimpse of the headline at a glance, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

Notification of the Ceasefire from the Empire to the Alliance

"That witch is really dead to save face."

Fang Chang didn't care and took the telegram back.

"It doesn't matter, the first demarcation of the ceasefire line is the priority, and the port of Golden Gallen and its surrounding area are already under our de facto control."

"As for apologies and compensation, we can talk about it slowly, anyway, even if we can't talk about it, it doesn't matter, it's just convenient for us to support local forces and rebuild."

With that, he looked at the NPC messenger who had sent the telegram and gave instructions.

"Reply to them."

"A hundred kilometers back is the bottom line of a ceasefire!"

(End of chapter)