In the harbor on a sunny day, a tall cargo ship is quietly docked by the dock.

And in the cabin of the cargo ship, an unconscious man was lying on his back on the bed.

Perhaps disturbed by the "quacking" of seagulls outside the window, the closed eyes suddenly twitched, and then opened with a violent cough. "Ahem--!

Looking at the man who suddenly coughed, the doctor put away the stethoscope in his hand, looked at Yarman, who was sitting on the side, and said.

"It seems that there is no big problem, just rest for a while." Yarman breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the doctor sincerely.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's my job."

The doctor nodded slightly, not wanting to say more, and got up from his chair.

He was a native of the port of Golden Gallen, in other words, a Borneo, and he treated the Willant out of sheer ethic of not being able to see death or save him.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't want to say a word to the person in front of him.

Although the survivors of Borneo once worshipped these big noses as gods, that was a thing of the past. At least in the port of Golden Gallen, the Willant have lost their halo.

Yarman sent him out the door, and after a moment he turned back and looked at his fellow man who had already sat up from the bed.

"Are you feeling better?"

Henk nodded blankly, staring at him for a moment as if he couldn't figure out what was going on, then looked beyond the small, damp room to the window.

In the distance is a beautiful harbor, with its patchwork of marble buildings and fountain statues standing in the port square, each of which reminds him of the "spiritual hometown" he has not returned to for a long time, the Triumph City.

Those things seem to have been copied from Triumph City.

In addition to the marble buildings, another row of boxy concrete buildings and red brick and bright tile buildings had a different style that he had never seen before.

Even more impressive are the bustling streets, the bustling traffic, even compared to the busiest ports in the New World.

At that moment, a bird with white feathers flapped its wings and landed on the windowsill, pecked at its own armpit, and then stared at him with a wry head.

Looking at that clear and stupid look, the urge to feed it fries suddenly popped into his head....

This must be the seagull.

But then again, what are fries?

It seems that seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, the seagull flew away very realistically.

Looking at the feathers that had fallen on the windowsill, Henk finally came to his senses and said that he had not answered the question of his life-saver, and hurriedly spoke embarrassedly.

"I'm much better, thank you for saving my life...... By the way, my name is Henk, I'm from the New World, where is this?"

Looking at Henk, who was embarrassed to introduce himself, Yarman didn't care, just smiled mildly and said.

"My name is Yarman, and this is the port of Golden Gallen, and we need to procure some supplies here and see if there are any people who want to get on board. Besides, everyone else who was rescued with you went ashore here, and you were the last to wake up."

Henk didn't know where it was at first, but it just felt familiar.

But then he remembered the joke that a sailor had made with him before he got on board, saying that he should not sail to the port of Golden Gallen, which was the territory of the natives of Borneo, and that he had his nose cut out when he was caught.

Henk's face turned pale for a moment.

He wasn't worried that the rumors were true, as it would be difficult for anyone to connect the locals with the natives when they saw the bustling port.

But he was an arms dealer and a munitions to the local enemy.

Even if you don't cut off your nose, I'm afraid that prison is inevitable.

Looking at Henk, whose face suddenly turned pale, Yarman probably had guessed something in his heart, and even saw his former self from that worried face.

Most of the people who think they can stay out of it are actually in it. People who fantasize about being able to fish in troubled waters are actually soaking in the muddy pool water, and they don't realize it.

It's just a fluke for a while, but the time has not yet come.

He almost lost everything because of a promise that he couldn't keep.

However, Yarman didn't say anything, just asked with concern. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No ......" Henk smiled awkwardly, his face pale, and looked out the window again, his Adam's apple moved, "I ..... Can you not get off the boat?"

There was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Yarman nodded, speaking softly.

"Of course, but it may take us some time to get back to Sailing, and you'll have to stay on board for a month or two."

"It's okay!"

Henk breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and immediately said, "Just let me follow you...... I thought I'd help do something."

Yarman said with a smile.

"You take care of your injuries first, and then talk about this when you can get out of bed and walk around."

Henk, who had settled down, looked at him and asked. "What do you do?" Yarman thought for a moment and said.

"I don't know how to describe my deal, but my partner says I'm called a smuggler."

"Snake...... Head?"

Looking at the dazed Henk, Yarman nodded and explained succinctly.

"Pull the survivors here to the southern coast of Haiya Province, where there are several Union settlements, it's as simple as that."

It sounds like a slave trade, but instead of receiving money from slave owners, it takes money from ...... Slave and subordinate to that to collect money?

But where did the slaves get their money?

Henk asked with a puzzled expression. "How much can those natives give you?"

Yarman didn't hide it, and told him calmly.

"Of course they can't give it now, but they can owe it first, and we will help them go to their new homes, help them settle down there, help them find jobs, and then take a part of their future wages to pay off the debts they owed before they got on the ship."

Can you still play like this?! Henk's whole body was shocked.

"You've got a good business model!"

If this is written as a million dinars on the ticket, wouldn't it be able to kill a person's wool?

Knowing that he must have thought of something wrong, and that he had even guessed what he was thinking, Yarman only smiled faintly and did not explain.

Debt cannot increase indefinitely, and the Union's legal and regulatory bodies are not fools.

However, this is too cumbersome to explain, including what he is doing now, which seems to be just transporting people over, but in fact there is a whole set of essential processes behind it.

「..... It's okay, although you can't buy *** with arms, but it's safe. The people of the Southern Legion ignore us, the population of Saifan Harbor is surplus to them, and they don't need so many people. The people of the alliance will take care of us a little when they see us, and they are working on a big project in the southern seas, and it is a time when there is a shortage of manpower."

As soon as he heard the munitions, Henk's heart ached, the cargo of the three ships was worth at least 30 million dinars, not to mention the money of the three ships.

Although he insured both the cargo and the ship, he was sunk by a torpedo...... He wasn't sure if it was covered.

And the worst thing is that if this war continues, more and more insured ships will be blown up and sunk, and the insurance company may have to go bankrupt on the spot.

When he returned to the New World, it was difficult to say whether the company he had insured was still there. Henk had no hope that he would get the money back.

At the moment, we can only take one step at a time.....

·.···.

Just when some hapless arms dealer was about to try his luck on the Alliance's territory with Yalman's fleet, a battle was fought on an unprecedented scale

The campaign finally began in the land of Borneo.

The 300,000 men of the Southern Army were the first to attack the west side of Ridpur County, and on the west side of Sunrise Lake, there was an exchange of fire with the 3rd, 4th, and 50,000th troops stationed in the Borneo country.

Before arriving in Rydpur County, the 300,000th Legion of the Southern Army had already lost a 1,000-strong armored force, and the disparity between the two sides was huge.

In particular, long before the Southern Army sent troops, the commander of the Lion State Theater in Borneo Province ordered the excavation of a large number of tunnels and "rat holes" in Ridpur County.

If the 300,000-strong troops of the Southern Army choose to attack, even if they still have two-thirds of their tanks and a large number of armored personnel carriers left, they will still have to pay a big price.

However, in theory, it is.

The moment the airships of the Southern Army arrived at the front line, the advantage of the Borneo Army was suddenly gone.

The rain of bullets that obscure the sky and the sun is like flying locusts.

As if to show off their firepower, the Willantes even loaded the shells with tracer for indirect fire.

"Hidden !!"

Looking at the nearer and nearer death, the Borneo centurion lying on his stomach let out a desperate roar.

The soldiers who were crawling in the foxholes prayed silently in their hearts with their foreheads pressed against the dirt, clenched their fists or pinched their family tokens.

The whistling rain of bullets is near.

One after another, the shells exploded before they reached the ground, scattering into a more fragmented and dense rain of light, indiscriminately covering every inch of the soil of the position.

The flames of the explosion plowed over the position, scorching the rubble and lifting the dust from the ground to the sky.

The slightest hint of smoke rose upward, and the noisy land was instantly silenced. That's a cluster munition.

Not to mention a living person in the place that was washed by that thing, there would not be a single living grass left.....

Inside the command vehicle more than a dozen kilometers away.

Ryan, the commander of the 300,000th Brigade and commander of the Eastern Front, stared at the image on the holographic screen with a heavy face.

That's an aerial shot from the Horn airship.

I saw that on the land that had been plowed by artillery fire, not to mention a single figure, not even a complete corpse could be found.

However, it didn't take long for the heads to appear in the corner of the picture.

Seeing this, Ryan's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Borneo army positions were washed by him over and over again, but the Borneo soldiers were like inexhaustible locusts, filling in wave after wave.

He was about to order another round of barrage coverage when the communicator hanging over his shoulder suddenly shook twice.

Ryan reached out and pressed the communicator, and soon the nasty voice came from the other end of the communication channel.

「...... Dear Mr. Commander, although I don't want to disturb your Yaxing, I have to remind you that we have already depleted a third of our ammunition."

The man who spoke was the captain of the Horn, a one-star captain from Avent.

Ryan frowned, a look of displeasure.

"Didn't we procure a shipment of ammunition from the Western Legion?"

Captain Horn: "That's right..... However, I have received news that only four of the ten transports scheduled to arrive yesterday have arrived."

Ryan: "..... What do you mean?"

Captain Horn: "You can probably guess it, apparently the Coalition is the devil, and their submarines are said to be attacking our ally's transports, though they quibble that Raken did it. At the moment our supply situation is relatively good, but no one can say what will happen after that, so we had better save a little...... What do you think?"

The relationship between the Air Force and the Army was not harmonious due to the issue of command.

This happened not only to the Eastern Legion, but also to the other three legions.

Even if the two belong to the same faction and have the same philosophy, it doesn't mean that they are really siblings.

Even if it's a neck

At the same time, the child is twisted to the right, and there are always more righters and not so right. Captain Horn's voice had a hint of banter on it, and Ryan's face sank completely.

This alliance is really vicious.

Don't dare to go head-to-head with them, and actually pick those transport ships to attack! 「..... Do you want to continue?"

Listening to the voice coming from the communication channel, Ryan thought for a moment and ordered.

"Shoot a round of white phosphorus bombs, and I'll give the rest to the infantry." The captain of the Horn replied quickly.

"Roger."

Shortly after the order was given, there was a muffled sound of rolling thunder beneath the low clouds.

The flames of smoke were like avalanches falling from the top of a mountain, and they slammed into the rising hot position with a devastating force.

The Borneo soldiers who had come up from the rear had just filled the trenches with their front feet, and then they were drenched in a boiling rain of fire.

The flames could not be extinguished.

And even if you get a little bit of it, you may become a burning fireman.

"Ahhh "My Arm --!"

The screams were heard one after another, and the smell of burnt flesh and blood filled the trenches, which was like hell.

Some of the soldiers who were set on fire could not bear the intense pain, so they could only let their comrades give themselves a pleasure, or put the muzzle of the gun against their jaws and do it themselves.

And that's just the beginning.

Not all of the lethality of white phosphorus bombs is on the flame, and the poisonous gas produced by combustion is equally deadly.

For the Borneo soldiers, who lacked gas masks, they could only bury their faces in the soil, trying to filter the poison gas from the soft soil.

However, this indigenous method was not always effective, and the poison gas released by the white phosphorus bomb still caused huge casualties.

Looking at the burned, blackened corpses with distorted faces, the soldiers crouching in the trenches gritted their teeth and their wide-eyed eyes were full of hatred and rage.

They don't care if they make it back alive.

They just want to avenge the dead comrades, and return the pain to those Willantes.

Not only the soldiers on the front line, but also the commanders standing behind them. In the face of an intermittent radio station, the captain of the 30,000-man team of Borneo who was squatting in the anti-artillery hole, Mehtar, felt even more pain in his heart as if he was dripping blood.

Just an hour.

He's already filled the front line with three thousand-man teams, and they don't even see a shadow of the Willantes!

This is literally exchanging the lives of his brothers for cannonballs from the Wilantes!

Fortunately, the cannonballs of the Willantes are not infinite, and the burning rain of fire seems to be the final madness.

After most of the flames and smoke had cleared, a thousand-strong squad of the Southern Legion was quickly pushed to the forefront.

The soldiers were about the same height and physique, and the amount of twist from their uniforms to their facial muscles was surprisingly similar.

Their weapons were all rifles of the Rifles, and the bayonets hanging from the muzzles of the guns emitted a cold light.

Looking at the murderous troops, the Borneo soldiers squatting in the trenches all swallowed in unison.

That's the Legion's clone troops!

It is said that those who are not afraid of death are like hyenas, and even if their intestines fall out, they can fight their opponents endlessly.

Although I heard from the brothers of the Alliance, those clones are somewhat disabled, and their physical fitness is not high.

However, the Brahmani soldiers were laughing and crying to find that these disabled fellows were all more able-bodied than themselves.

At least they have some meat hanging from their bones.

「..... Damn, we don't eat and dress as well as these clones." The soldier with the bandage on his head couldn't help but scold, his eyes were both envious and angry.

The comrade-in-arms lying next to him grinned and said in a half-joking tone.

"It doesn't matter, Lao Tzu's pension has been sent home, and Lao Tzu's cubs will definitely be older than them in the future

Be strong."

"I heard that your family is seven and a half pounds?" The old guy on the side interjected with an expression that he had never seen the world, "It's really fake!"

The soldier grinned, a little pride on his smug face. "Then what else can be fake? I weighed it with my own hands! That kid will definitely be taller than me in the future."

The old guy was even more envious, and couldn't help but ask again. "What can you eat to make that big?"

The soldier glanced at him and smiled.

"You old fellow is getting old, and you are about to bury yourself in the ground, what are you doing here?"

The old man's face froze, and he glared at him and said. "Can Lao Tzu use it for his son?"

It all caused a burst of laughter, and many of the old people in the team remembered that this guy said that he had no son.

"It doesn't matter what you eat, as long as you don't eat dirt, you can grow into a human being."

The LD-47j light machine gun, which had been broken from the bracket, was mounted in the trench, and the gunner, who had been blinded in one eye, took a deep breath before pressing his charred face against the black butt.

"Absec said that we don't need to eat dirt in the future, and our children and grandchildren won't need it, and I hope that dog thing is better to talk and count..... Otherwise, Lao Tzu will not let him go even if he is a ghost!"

He gave his fate to that guy.

He had no other demands than to hope that what Absech had promised was not an empty phrase.

Looking at the gags, the centurion on the side reprimanded in a low voice.

"Don't get in the way, keep an eye on the front of you, those big noses are coming!"

"Oooh!" The young man with the rifle in his hand loaded and the bandage on his head barked in high spirits, "Let these dogs come here!"

As someone once said, they have nothing to lose.

With a sharp whistle, the calm before the storm was completely torn apart. The centurion, who was marching on the side of the line, drew his saber and blew the short whistle to his mouth.

"Shh--!h

The loud whistle was like an arrow, cutting across the battlefield.

The clone soldiers, marching forward in unison, raised their rifles and bayonets almost at the same time, and rushed to the smoke-filled battlefield under the leadership of the Ten.

"Kill!!

The shouting of killing shook the heavens and the earth!

The clones roaring forward were like jackals in human form.

The bayonets pointed straight ahead were their fangs, and they were like human speakers!

The centurion, who had spit out the short whistle, still raised his saber in his hand and roared in that rough voice.

"Rush forward!!"

"With your rifles, with your bayonets, with your fists, with your teeth and nails, everything you can use! Stop your prey from breathing dirty!"

"You are the bravest warriors! Those weak rats are vulnerable to you--!

The frenzied roar boosted the morale of all the clones.

For them, who were born in the dueling arena, the man with a rough voice was their father.

But their father had apparently deceived them, and the weak rats were not vulnerable.

As they approached 200 meters, the Borneo centurion, who was crawling in the trenches, blew a short whistle in his mouth, raised his pistol and fired a shot. "Call me !!"

Unable to suppress the anger in their hearts, the soldiers who were crawling on the edge of the trench pulled the triggers in their hands one after another.

Sudden gunshots resounded across the battlefield, and orange-yellow tracer lights flew wantonly, outlining the trajectory of the Death Scythe on the battlefield covered with corpses.

There are a number of clone soldiers who have been pushed to the ground by machine guns, and many of them have fallen to the ground and died in battle.

The same was true of the Borneo soldiers lying in the trenches.

The LD-47j machine gun, which was missing a bracket, had two shooters in the back

At the moment, it has changed from the father of a certain child to a thirteen-year-old boy.

And the young man with a bandage on his forehead and shouting for a horse to come over was shot in the head early and fell to the ground without saying a word.

And the man whose son is said to be 7 and a half pounds.

The old guy who always talked to him didn't pry out the secret recipe of "giving birth to a big fat boy" from his mouth until he died.

However, he didn't need it.

Soon a team of 100 was lost, and then another team of 100 filled in.

And then there are thousands of people, and even 10,000 people!

The crooked front was like the teeth of a giant beast, draining the flesh and blood that had been caught up in it.

The weight of 100 catties should have become the pillar of a family, but on the front dozens of kilometers wide, it was as light as a feather.

It was not only the Borneo who shed blood, but also the Wilantes who charged towards the land ploughed by the artillery.

Although the clones on the logistics list are not counted in the establishment of the five 10,000-strong teams, not even the livestock, and the dead and wounded will not be counted as casualties, for every ten or twelve clone soldiers, there will eventually be a Willant Ten-Commander to charge with them.

In just one morning, the 300,000 troops of the Southern Army defeated the three Borneo 10,000 troops guarding the hills on the west bank of Sunrise Lake in one fell swoop, and advanced the battle line by a full ten kilometers!

Commander Metarwan was unwilling to retreat, and personally led his direct command of 1,000 men to break off, covering the retreat of friendly troops, and was unfortunately shot and killed while blocking the assault of the 1,000-man infantry of the Southern Army.

At this point, the 30,000 troops of Borneo were annihilated by the formation!

More than 12,000 soldiers and officers were almost completely lost, and no one survived!

The 4th and 5th thousandth detachments also suffered more than half of the casualties and were forced to move to the rear positions.

On the other hand, the 300,000 troops of the Southern Army have only 300 casualties.

After the painful loss of an armored thousand-man team, Captain Ryan finally got his wish and lost face on the frontal battlefield.

Even if he paid nearly 20,000 clone cannon fodder for this, as well as hundreds of thousands of shells.

The western part of Ridpur County has completely fallen, and a fist of the Southern Legion has choked the neck of the old lion in Lion City.

The 31st and 320,000th teams are cutting into the battlefield from the southwest and northwest directions, respectively.

And with them to the front line, there is an armored train full of ammunition and weapons, and a 902 heavy gun with both deterrence and power!

The Alliance's undaunted air raids terrified the Southern Corps' logistics troops, who dared to operate only under the airspace dominated by armored airships.

But if they think that all the danger comes from heaven, they are very wrong.

In the southeast of "Li County", billowing wolf smoke is galloping across the endless wilderness.

Under the cover of 62 "Chimera" armored vehicles, the attack formation formed by 93 "No. 3" heavy tanks was rushing towards the southern front of the legion.

Their goal was the 340,000th Army of the South.

According to the information gathered by the pangolins during their time at Xifan Harbor, it was a reserve unit.

As long as they can penetrate the 340,000th team, they will be able to touch the chrysanthemum of Captain Ryan!

For this upcoming battle, players of the Skeleton Corps have been waiting for too long.

Especially after seeing the coercion of the Burning Corps brothers on the forum, one by one they were eager to rub their hands together.

A group of airborne infantry can blow up the armored regiment on the opposite side, if they change their specialties, they can't beat those big noses out of the?

Besides, it's not just their corps that is about to participate in this battle!

After five days of waiting, the good brothers of the Goblin Corps have returned to the front line in the "Overlord" transport plane, and their car has also been driven by the pilots of Golden Gallen Harbor to the airport outside the Tiandu.

In addition, the Fallen Feather Brothers, who are piloting the "Thunder" fighters, will also participate in this work

War.

They don't have any reason to lose!

On the turret of Tank No. 3, a half-leaning mole held the communicator and roared loudly.

"Brothers!"

"The 340,000th Legion of the Southern Army is only twenty kilometers away from us!" "It's time for them to see what a real torrent of steel looks like!"

Almost as soon as his words fell, a roar of excitement could be heard in the communication channel.

"Whoa!!"