"Wait...... Isn't the enthronement ceremony the day after tomorrow? Let me meet General Gullyon...... Are you getting the timing wrong? ”

In the Xifan Harbor Court, in the solemn courtroom, there were hundreds of people standing sparsely.

Looking at the guests on the jury bench who had been temporarily pulled in to make up the numbers, Akbar had a blank expression on his face at first, and then looked at the Willant standing aside and raised his dissatisfaction.

According to the original arrangement, he would be crowned in the presence of his father's old ministers and become the undisputed new emperor of Borneo.

And now, it was only a few counts and viscounts who witnessed this moment.

Not only that, there were some people on the jury who were not even nobles, and they were looking at him with an infatuated look of excitement, and almost wrote the words "I had never seen the world" on their faces.

Those guys look like mud legs.

For such an important matter, how can these guys be allowed to join in the fun.

What kind of words is this!

For the little emperor's dissatisfaction, Pete didn't bother to deal with it at all, but said impatiently.

"General Gurion has important business ahead of him, so I don't have time to see you. It's going to rain the day after tomorrow, so it's early. ”

Under...... Rain?

What is the reason for this?

Akbar was dumbfounded, his mouth open and he couldn't speak for a while, just looked at the Willant in front of him in a daze.

The people sitting on the jury did not hear the conversation between the two.

Except for those nobles and knowledgeable elders, the people sitting on the jury bench all had lively expressions on their faces, and they exchanged their heads and ears with great interest.

"This little emperor looks like an emperor, he is really a talent."

"It's worthy of the emperor's family, that looks so handsome!"

"Xilan is saved!"

"Hurry up! Why haven't you started yet? ”

Pete, who was standing in the middle of the courtroom, glanced at the time, and waited a little impatiently, so he glanced at the guy who was stunned.

"Aren't you right? Not when we look for someone else anymore. ”

Startled by these words, Akbar, who didn't know whether it was true or not, hurriedly spoke.

"When! I should be ...... Wait, this throne was mine! ”

"Then hurry."

As if it would be a waste of time to say more, Pete looked at the judge who was standing not far away.

The judge had an angry look on his face, but in the end he didn't say anything.

That Gurion did it on purpose.

Putting this kind of funny monkey show in his courtroom is nothing more than an attempt to humiliate him.

I have to say that that guy's heart is really small enough, and the bottom line is not very high, maybe a little higher than the monkeys in this court.

"The enthronement ceremony begins."

As when the court was opened, the judge threw down the sentence in a solemn tone, and then turned and walked away.

Pete didn't look at him, but just gave the old Borneo man who was standing by him.

The leon-man was a sweeper of the court, and they casually gave him the title of Earl, and then gave him what he was to do.

The old man held the crown of gold in both hands, and stepped forward with resignation.

A pair of eager eyes lit up around him, but he buried his head very low, not daring to meet the prince's gaze.

"Your Majesty...... Please be crowned. His voice trembled slightly, and he slowly knelt on the ground.

Akbar didn't recognize the Count in front of him, but he couldn't fault the deferential manners.

"Hmm."

He answered with his nose, and then he reached out and took the crown of gold, and put it solemnly on his head.

Except for the Willantes, everyone present fell to their knees in an instant, their foreheads knocked to the ground.

Both commoners and aristocrats.

At this moment, they all shouted in unison.

"Congratulations on Your Majesty's coronation!"

"Long live my emperor!"

"Long live Xilan!"

Voices echoed through the solemn courtroom like a symphony without a baton.

However, Akbar curled his mouth slightly, and the sullen unhappiness that was originally on his face turned into an irrepressible smile at this moment.

It turned out that this was what his father was carrying, and his chest was filled with a surging emotion.

It feels like ......

It's just so pleasant!

Akbar's hands stretched out forward, slightly upward, in a gesture of love.

"Zhong Aiqing, hurry up!"

After practicing in front of the mirror countless times, he finally had the opportunity to do it in front of everyone!

……

"Lying down !!"

At the junction of Xifan Harbor and Niuzhou, boiling flames burn on the scorched earth engraved with trenches.

The centurion, crouched on the ground, let out a hoarse roar and shouted to his teammates behind him to get down to their stomachs.

Thirty seconds ago, a deafening explosion was heard in the direction of Westsail Harbor.

By the time everyone reacted, the blinding white light and boiling flames had already descended on the positions of the Borneo border army.

In front of the 902-mm heavy artillery, the trench dug by the Borneo army soldiers was lifted into the sky like a toothpick, along with the earthworks outside the trench.

As the first cannon sounded over, a row of 100mm guns roared.

The flames of the explosion boiled over the positions, and the raging shrapnel rained down on it, covering the entire depth of the entire defensive line.

The shelling lasted a full ten minutes before stopping.

The originally solid position had been blown to pieces, and the soldiers crawling in the trenches were also killed and wounded, and their frightened faces were full of panic.

They didn't even know what was happening when they saw the Legion's shells come at them suddenly.

Hiding in the bomb hole, Isher gritted his teeth and dug out the fallen phone from a mess of clutter.

The telephone line connecting to the front-line radio station was blown up, and he could no longer be contacted by the hundred-man team on the front line. Luckily, the phone line that connects to the rear is still intact.

Without hesitation, he sent a herald to the front line to check the situation, and at the same time quickly got in touch with the rear command and reported the situation on the border line.

"This is the 111th thousand-man detachment of the Northwest Sector Defense Line, and we are being shelled from the direction of Xifan Harbor! Repeat, we were shelled in the direction of Port Saifan! ”

After a brief rustle of electricity, the voice of the operator in the rear was immediately heard.

"What's the situation now? Do you see the troops of the Legion?! ”

The operator's voice was also panicked, obviously not skilled in business, and the command in the rear did not anticipate the current situation at all.

Isher cursed in his heart and continued to rant into the phone.

"The phone line was blown up, and I can't contact the front-line troops now! Those big noses even used heavy artillery, and it must not be as simple as dismounting with us! ”

There was a sound of a chair being pulled out on the other end of the phone, and the operator said hurriedly.

"I see...... I'll escalate your situation right away. ”

Isher yelled.

"This is war! I'm not kidding you, I want you to send reinforcements right away! Immediately! Damn, wait for us to collect the corpse when it's late! ”

On the other side, on the frontline of the Northwest Sector defensive line.

The original 120-person team of 120 people didn't even know how many living people were left.

Finally regaining his crumbling consciousness, Centurion Dumut picked up the rifle that had fallen aside.

The smoky dirt was roasted hot.

However, he did not dare to risk getting up from the ground, so he could only grit his teeth and endure the boiling heat that could bake an egg.

“…… Damn, where's our radio station?! Tell the rear what is going on here! ”

Although he felt that such a large movement could be heard as long as he was not deaf, he still yelled at the communication behind him.

The signal soldier was still alive, crouching in the trench and manipulating the radio.

However, looking at his sweaty appearance, Dumut's heart sank, and he secretly said that he was going to suffer.

Sure enough, as he had expected, the messenger looked up in despair.

"The radio station was blown up!"

"!"

Dumut slammed his fist to the ground, staring in the direction of Westsail Harbor and cursing.

Luckily, the impact point was still some distance away.

However, even so, he still had the feeling that his internal organs were shaken out of place.

Enduring the pain in his abdomen, Dummt looked at the mess behind him, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Everyone is ready to fight! Don't let those big noses snatch another inch of land from us! ”

Ever since the group of Willantes came to the land, his people have been bleeding.

Every time he saw a report in the Daily Survivor, and saw the family members who had been slaughtered, he held back a cloud of anger in his chest.

Now the people of Nawilant want to move on, and let the cannibalistic hell spread to the hinterland of the province of Borneo......

No matter how appeased the Absek, he would never take a step back!

"Oooooooo

"Fight with those big noses!"

"What the hell!!"

There was a roar from the shattered position, and it was clear that he was not alone.

Listening to the high-spirited response, a smile appeared on Dummt's face.

That's great.

It seems that many of the brothers are still alive.

The expression on his face grew serious, and he yelled behind him.

"Each team counts!"

Just as the words fell, one voice after another came from behind.

“1！”

“2！”

“……！”

"Report! 1 team saves 5 people! ”

"2 teams save 7 people!"

"3 teams! We've got two left! ”

“……”

Dummt silently calculated in his heart that there were still 57 people left in the entire 100-man team.

If it really starts to fight, it should be no problem to buy the rear 5 minutes.

Just as he was thinking this, a man suddenly walked on the edge of a farmland in the distance.

Dumut raised his gun and aimed it at the guy, only to realize that it wasn't a Willant.

It's the Brahmen.

"Listen to the people in front!!"

The man stood at the edge of the field and did not move, but continued to shout at the top of his voice.

"General Gulion's troops are going to Dog State to fight the rebels! If you don't want to die, get out of the way and make way for the legion! ”

"The previous round of shelling was just a warning to you! If you continue to go your own way, don't blame the shells for not having long eyes-"

Before the man could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a "snap" of a gunshot.

The bullet landed at the man's feet, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust.

The man was startled, staggered to the ground, got up and ran back, not daring to look back.

Gritting his teeth and staring at the dog's leg that was eating inside and out, Dumut roared angrily.

"Mother X raised! It's you guys who should get out! ”

Shame on you!

He wanted to grit his teeth, but he didn't shoot the figure in the back.

Enough blood has been shed by his compatriots.

Maybe that guy was also coerced......

Dark clouds covered the sky at some point, obscuring all light, and a dull sound came from the low clouds.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Dumut remained indifferent, just staring at the field in the distance, raising his rifle and aiming.

He didn't expect to survive the battle.

But he just fought for this life, and he had to change it before he died!

At this moment, the muffled sound in the clouds was getting closer and closer.

That doesn't seem to be thunder.

It's something else.

Faintly, Dummt heard a burst of exclamations behind him, so he looked up at the sky.

At this moment, his burning pupils froze on the spot.

It was a giant whale with wings spread and rows of huge propellers embedded in its wings.

It was from the propeller that the roar came from the propeller, and the massive blades tore through the clouds.

And what is even more shocking is the barrel of the cannon embedded in the towering steel armor.

The barrel of that guy...... Even more than the guns they have in their hands.

"Holy ......," Dumut groaned in despair. Recite.

What the hell is this?!

There was no time for him to think, and the flickering tracer light had already flown from the floating fortress and split into tens of thousands of bullets in the air.

This round of shelling was much more intense than before, and the sound of the explosion completely covered Dummt's roar.

It's just a split second.

He and his hundred-man army were wiped out of the face of the earth, along with the positions around them.

The "thunder" that had been brewing for a long time finally came from the air and reached Ischer, who had a stunned face and opened his mouth.

In an instant, his three hundred-man teams were defeated and completely lost contact.

The hand holding the phone trembled, and his head spun rapidly, but he couldn't think of anything to do.

Completely different from when he was in Xifan Harbor, this time he faced not a hesitant wallgrass, but a group of bloodthirsty devils.

The disparity in strength between the two sides is too great, and all schemes have lost their meaning......

There is no chance of winning if you continue to fight, and there is no use except to send you to death!

Isher is not a man who is afraid of death.

If he was afraid of death, he would not have stood up bravely that night to save those innocent people.

However, even though he was ready to die heroically, he had to think about his comrades who were crouching in the trenches.

They don't deserve to die here.

They should survive, preserve their vitality, and bring back what they saw at the front to the rear, and think about ways to deal with it with more people.

Even if you want to die.

It should also be a little more meaningful!

"......"

He gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, transferred the channel to the front-line departments, and yelled into the phone.

"Listen to the orders! Get out of position now! Shift to the southeast! ”

With the order to retreat, the Borneo soldiers left the trenches one after another, taking advantage of the gap in fire to evacuate from the battlefield in an orderly manner.

Shame was written on their faces, but they all knew very well that there was no difference in continuing to defend it except to send them to death.

Their rat leader made the hardest, but at the same time, the most correct decision.

In the face of that kind of thing, positional warfare has completely lost its effect.

Perhaps sports warfare is the more appropriate way to play......

……

The same thunder reached Ross.

Standing on the border line of Xifan Harbor, he stared blankly in the direction of the northwest.

An officer walked up to him and whispered.

"The 111th thousand-man corps of Borneo has retreated."

Rose's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth were curled up with an imperceptible hint of playfulness.

It was as if he had seen a mouse.

And a cunning mouse.

However, in the face of absolute power, cunning alone is not enough, and teeth and claws have to be sharpened.

Looking at the smoke-filled battlefield in the distance, Rose ordered with a blank face.

"The 1st Armored Centur and the 2nd Infantry Centurion move forward!"

The officer standing in front of him looked solemn and gave a military salute excitedly.

"Yes!"

The moment has finally come!

He and his men had waited too long for this day to come!

They will completely smash the last shackles that bind the people of Willantes - the "shame contract" signed under the witness of the "poison" of the War Construction Committee.

No one could stop them from moving on.

The frontier of the Willantes should be at the edge of the solar system—and even the galaxy!

And this moment is the preface to that great epic.

Their children and grandchildren will always remember this moment and will always be grateful from the bottom of their hearts!

At the very moment when the order was given, ten tanks parked at the edge of the field started their engines at the same time.

The exhaust pipe was spitting thick black smoke, and Sen Ran's armor was under the gaze of the giant airship, heading towards the shattered position!

Behind the tanks, there were also teams of ten people with loaded guns and ammunition, following closely.

Crossing the shell-ploughed battlefield, they scrutinized every trench, every crater, every corpse, and refilled the guns of those who seemed to be alive.

Looking at the torrent of steel that drove straight into the field and the ruts of the tracks that pressed against the field, the face of the man cowering at the edge of the field flushed with excitement.

His name was Chetri.

Like Captain Isher, he is a rat-people, though apparently a different breed of rat.

Just now, he kindly went up to persuade him to surrender, but he didn't expect that the other side would treat his kindness as a donkey's liver, but in exchange for revenge.

Fortunately, the man's marksmanship was terrible, and he ran fast, otherwise he would have been killed by that man.

Looking at the bombed and sparse position, he only had joy in his heart, and he couldn't wait to cheer for the group of big noses.

It's really a newspaper from the world!

“…… Nonsense, the people of Weilante are just borrowing a way from your land, and they are not here to beat you, so they have to rush to death, isn't it beautiful to exchange surrender for peace? Tsk, deserved it! ”

Finally finished the breath that had been choked in his chest, and Chetri spat on the ground in relief, and stepped on it with his foot before leaving the place of right and wrong.

On the distant front, tanks crossed the defense line of the Borneo army unimpeded, like a storm sweeping through the savannah, and rushed towards the dog state of the three northern states.

During this period, the Borneo nation organized several attacks, but without exception, they were defeated by the volleys of horizontal and vertical fire.

The Legion troops didn't even look at them before they passed through the muddy ground of a mixture of blood and flesh.

The main offensive force was Captain Oletevan's 170,000 team.

Their mission was to cut off the northwest corner of the Lion State and open a strategic corridor on the northwest side of Borneo Province from Saifan Harbor to the three northern states.

At the head of the attack was the 171st Mechanized Thousand Men led by Ross, supported by the Horn airship.

The battle line advanced almost in minutes, and the Borneo army was beaten to the ground.

Sitting in the command headquarters, Captain Oletevan looked down at the map with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Fight without suspense...... I thought that the natives here would be smarter than the deformed children in the great desert, but I didn't expect that I thought too much, they were not as good as the guys who fought with iron rods. ”

Equipment is only one of the factors that affect the outcome of a battle, but it is not the whole story.

And the stupidity of these guys is that they actually think of winning the legion through positional warfare.

In front of the "horns" and 902mm heavy guns of the Southern Corps, the kind of trenches dug with shovels is simply like a joke, and staying still in one place will only increase one's own casualties.

McLene, who was standing next to him, smiled faintly.

"I think the same thing as you, the natives here are really not very good, but it's too early to win."

Oletel looked at him with interest.

"Do you think they still have a chance to turn the tables around?"

McLaan said softly.

"The envoys of the alliance are in Tiandu, I don't think they will pretend not to see it."

"Hehe, Alliance...... Let them come," said Olette, pursed her lips and said with a look of disgust, "I'll let them know the cost of being nosy." ”

"Well," McLaen nodded slightly, "the price is inevitable." ”

After all, the price of "idleness" will be more expensive.

Every survivor of the Valley Province knows this well......

And he has a deep understanding of what will happen after that.

At the same time as Oleette's command was racing all the way to the north, the roar of propellers also approached the sky above Xifan Harbor from the east.

That's the W-2 attack aircraft!

And there are hundreds of them!

Some of the Willant soldiers stationed in Xifan Harbor involuntarily raised their heads and looked up at the sky, their faces with surprised expressions.

It wasn't the plane itself that surprised them.

But this Borneo country, which was founded less than three months ago, actually has pilots?!

Where did these dirt buns get the time to train?!

After discovering that the enemy planes were coming, the "Horn" airship immediately stopped supporting the front line, reversed course, and aimed its guns at the sky over Xifan Harbor.

Not only that, but the air force units of Xifan Harbor also took off one after another, and nearly 100 "Dagger" propeller fighters pounced on the air force of Borneo.

However, the W-2 did not rush to the port of Saifan, but after a false shot, they pounced on the station and railroad north of the port.

After discovering the movements of those planes, General Gurion, who was in the command headquarters, suddenly narrowed his eyes, obviously sensing some clues.

At the same time, on the other side, an excited and loud shout sounded on the "Mosquito" fighter plane that led the pilot.

"Stocked brothers!"

"Open the safety and get ready to fight!!"

The sound of fried wheat in the communication channel is continuous, and it is as lively as the New Year.

Like the belligerent Willantes, they had waited too long for this moment.

And as players, their reasons to fight are much purer than those Wilantes-

I can finally have a good fight!

"Whoa!!"