On the north shore of the province of Batorya, where the 1,170,000 troops are stationed.

The soldiers digging trenches were in a depressed mood, and their morale had fallen to the bottom.

On the other side of the sea is the province of Wilante, where they share their body and soul.

They didn't understand why they were pointing their guns over there, and they didn't understand what the commander was thinking, and what they were guarding against.

If the Union wanted to land, wouldn't it be closer to the southwest coastline?

Coming here in a big circle is tantamount to putting the logistics supply line under the nose of the Southern Army.

On top of that, what puzzled them even more was the actions against civilians.

Even if it were to avoid civilian casualties, the evacuation plan to temporarily evacuate the elderly, infirm, women and children to the north before the war spread to the mainland would have been too hasty......

The currents of the Vortex Sea do not flow from south to north, but in a circular circuit.

If there are corpses washed up on the north shore, it means that there will be corpses washed back......

In the defense area under the responsibility of the 1.17 million team, an unknown beach is surrounded by more than a dozen people.

They carried rifles on their backs and sapper shovels on their waists, and in front of them was a corpse swollen by the sea.

The ten-rank man had a burning cigarette butt in his mouth, and the furrow in the corner of his eye was twisted into a ball of hemp rope.

They all thought this man was familiar, as if they had met him on the dock the day before yesterday, but they didn't expect to see him here.

The corpse was able to wash up here, apparently falling into the sea shortly after leaving the dock.

Actually, there is nothing surprising about this.

After all, it was just a raft tied up with rope, and it was reasonable that it would be overturned by a larger wave.

Looking at the swollen corpse, no one said a word.

No one was silent.

It wasn't until a young man suddenly took off the steel helmet he was wearing on top of his head that the oppressed silence was completely broken.

"! I quit! ”

Shattered, he slammed his helmet to the ground, then ripped off the gun he was carrying on his back and threw it on the beach.

"We're not fighting the Alliance at all! We're in a showdown with the Willants! I haven't seen a single blue gopher for so many days, and it's all my own people! ”

Seeing this young man suddenly go crazy, the surrounding comrades-in-arms were all stunned.

The soldiers on the side hurriedly grabbed his arm and shouted at him with wide eyes.

"Are you crazy?! Do you know what you're doing? ”

If you throw away your weapon, you are a deserter.

In the Southern Legion, this is a capital offense!

It is impossible for him to watch his comrades-in-arms who were born and die with him be stupid.

The young man, however, did not appreciate it, and roared hysterically, trying to break free from the hand that was holding his arm, and yelled at his comrades who stood in his way.

"It's you who don't know what you're doing! It's you! All of you! Keep your eyes open and look at that face! Who the hell killed him! It's our !! ”

The incoherent voice echoed across the sand, but no one could answer his roar.

The ten-captain who led the team walked up to him, pulled out the matching gun from his waist and loaded it, staring at his face.

"You want to be a deserter?"

The young man stopped yelling, but still stared at the chief unconvinced, his chest rising and falling violently.

The two sides faced off in silence for a full five minutes.

The Captain of Ten put away his pistol, took off his extinguished cigarette butt and threw it on the ground to extinguish it.

"Bury the man."

You can't let this poor man stay in the sea all the time.

The young man was silent, but nodded his head, agreeing with what the chief had said.

The group carried the body away from the beach, found a thigh-thick tree on the shore, buried the body under the tree, and hung the deceased's personal belongings on the tree.

No one said a word during the whole process, and everyone was silent, holding back their complaints, confusion and dissatisfaction in their hearts.

On the other side, at the camp next to the beach pier, there was a long queue at the gate of the camp.

This is the camp where the 1.17 million squad is responsible.

Several other teams of 10,000 people were responsible for pulling the survivors here, while they were responsible for loading the ships.

Both those who entered the camp and those who came out of the camp had apprehension and trepidation written on their faces.

Stopping at the gate of the camp, a man with a suitcase looked at the soldier on duty at the door and asked loudly.

"Where the hell are we going?"

The soldier, holding the rifle, did not change his expression at all, held his head high, and repeated the orders of his superiors like a repeater.

"Wait here for the ship to dock, and then take the boat to the province of Wiellant."

The man looked at the soldier in front of him with a broken face, and he had received this answer all the way.

"But where's the ship? I've never seen a ship at all! Also, I don't want to go, can you send me back? ”

And the soldier's next sentence was not as he expected—

"It's coming soon."

The incident at the camp gate did not affect the operation of the entire camp, and the man who was clamoring to go home was quickly taken away.

At the same time, on the edge of the dock not far from the camp, General O'Uffrey, the captain of the 1.17 million troops, was frowning at the raft sent by the 100,000 men of the servant army.

The workmanship of these rafts can only be described in a single word.

Many of the logs tied to hemp rope had just been cut down, and the bark and branches had been scraped off, not to mention soaked in waterproof oil, and even the most basic drying steps had been omitted, and some of the wood had even cracked.

The Engineer, dressed in waterproof boots, walked back to the shore and shook his head as he watched General Overry with his hands behind his back.

"This batch of rafts is not qualified, and within twenty nautical miles, it will definitely disintegrate halfway through."

O'Frye looked at the bearded man standing nearby.

The man's name was Moore, and he was the captain of the 100,000th Servant Army.

"You heard, this batch of rafts is not qualified."

In the face of Ofrey's questioning, Moore had a disapproving expression.

"Do you think this thing grew out of the ground? It would have taken our soldiers half a day to cut down the logs and tie them together with ropes. 800 ships are handed in every day, so why don't you try it yourself! ”

O'Frye stared at Moore with a gloomy expression.

Since the situation on the front line has become more and more unfavorable for the Southern Army, these servant troops who had been obedient to them have also begun to become restless.

Looking at Ofrey, who was speechless, Moore suddenly smiled and looked at the people lined up in front of the dock.

"Anyway, you are throwing them into the sea to die, so why bother with the quality of these rafts."

O'Frye stared at him with murderous eyes, and the guards standing nearby clenched their guns.

"Say it again."

Looking at the murderous look on his face, Moore sneered and made a disdainful expression.

But perhaps it was forced by the black holes of the guns, this man who knew the times did not make a mistake in the end, only threw down the sentence "I will send you a batch later", and turned around and left without looking back.

Looking at the murderous Captain Wan, the adjutant on the side approached, looked at the commander and said hesitantly.

"Do you want to get those survivors on board?"

"......" O'Frye didn't speak, just looked at the group of people standing in front of the dock.

Those people were old and weak, women and children, shivering in the icy sea breeze, and their faces were full of fear, like rats that have been cornered.

They may be someone's father, someone's mother or their children.

Their relatives were on the front lines for the Southern Legion to expand their territory, and now the Commander of Tyre still wants them to sacrifice themselves.

So what is all this sacrifice for?

Where exactly is the end of this war?

Why has even Triumph City become an opponent now!

O'Frye clenched his fists involuntarily, the veins in his arms bulging outward, and a word suddenly squeezed out of his mouth.

“…… What the hell are we doing? ”

The adjutant on the side looked at him in a daze, and a look of shame gradually appeared on his face.

With a decision in mind, O'Fray strode to the docks and yelled at the long line.

"Today's flight is cancelled! There is no boat to the other side, so let's go back to the camp and stay. ”

He knew what it meant.

If today's target is not met, Captain Tyre will not let him go.

Not only that, the tens of thousands of refugees stranded in the camp will continue to occupy the beds in the camp, and the people behind him will continue to pour into the front, and he will face more and more trouble.

However, no matter what, he could not push these compatriots in front of him into the sea and watch them die.

Hearing the captain's "pardon", the crowd in front of the dock made a sound of relief.

Some applauded, while others shouted "thank you" and "well done" at him.

Looking at the faces that had regained their blood, General Overwry couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth, then looked back at his adjutant and ordered in a tone that could not be refused.

"Burn all the rafts on the beach!"

The adjutant looked at his commander in awe, and gave a military salute with a solemn expression.

"Yes!"

With General Overlay's orders, the civilians gathered in front of the beach were quickly brought back to the camp.

The soldiers poured gasoline on the rafts piled up by the beach and lit a fire.

The blazing flame burned on the beach, the first light before dawn.

On the deck of the destroyer, Captain Mallock watched everything that was happening on the beach with a telescope in his hand, and his eyes full of anger rekindled hope.

When he saw that the soldiers on the shore did not force the civilians to get on the boat, but burned the raft and let them go, he was even more excited and punched the guardrail on the side of the ship.

"Well done!"

He sees everything that is happening these days and is anxious in his heart.

Although he was eager to order the bombardment of those sons of bitches more than once, Triumph City did not declare war on the Southern Legion after all, and his initiative to provoke this war would not solve any problems.

Those civilians will die too.

And more people will die.

But fortunately, the soldiers on the other side woke up in time and took the initiative to stop this farce!

It seems that the brethren of the province of Bartoya are not the same as Tyre, they are complete insane!

Some people are already sober -

They are promising!

While Captain Mallock was thinking so, the situation was not optimistic for General O'Frye, who was far away from the shore.

His unbridled advocacy has left 10,000 fewer "cannon fodder" sent to the province of Willant today.

Not only did this affect Tyr's plans, but it also gave the "frontline" in the northern province of Bartoya an extra 10,000 mouths.

That night, a hundred soldiers wearing exoskeletons arrived at the camp under the responsibility of the 1.17 million squad.

Looking at this group of well-armed soldiers and the crossbow-shaped insignia on their arms, almost all the soldiers and officers in the camp had a solemn expression on their faces.

"Iron Crossbow" Rapid Reaction Force!

Ace in the Airborne Forces of the Southern Corps!

And that's not all—

These guys are all Tyre's personal guards! It is said that every soldier is an awakened person who has been injected with an evolution-inducing potion!

Looking at General Ofrey standing at the door of the barracks, Hines did not undo his mask, but said with a blank face.

"General Overlay, I need an explanation why not a single ship has been sent out of the camp you manage today."

General Overlay looked at him indifferently and raised his chin without flinching.

"Because we didn't see a single ship."

"This is not the same information I have learned," Captain Hines pulled out a tablet from his waist and tapped his index finger twice on it, and several photos were displayed on the screen, "This is the photo submitted by the 100,000th Servant Army, who claim to have delivered 812 ships to you. ”

Looking at the pictures on the screen, O'Fray only felt a wave of anger welling up in his heart.

He wanted to crumple this thing into pieces and smash it in this guy's face.

"You call this bundled log a boat? Why don't you go up and try it yourself and see if you can use this thing to get through the Vortex Sea? ”

He roared in anger, staring at Hines with a dead eye, then reaching out to the gas mask on his face.

"Also, what do you mean by this outfit? Biochemical and chemical combat equipment? Don't tell me I forgot to pick it up for the drill! ”

"It's classified," Hines didn't intend to explain at all, just looked at him with a blank face, "and now I'm asking you, General Overlet, it's you who should explain it to me." ”

General Overry smiled coldly.

"I don't have anything to explain, you want me to drive a man into the sea until I see a ship that can cross the sea!"

Hines's pupils narrowed slightly.

The murderous gaze penetrated the tactical eyepiece, and General O'Frye couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Sensing the murderous aura, the guards standing behind General Aufrye involuntarily put their hands on their waists and grasped the submachine guns hanging there.

The atmosphere between the two sides was tense for a while, as if a fight could break out at any time!

"General Overwry," Hines raised his chin slightly, "since you refused to carry out the orders of the Commander of Tyre, I had no choice but to take you back to Avent City to hear the consequences. ”

After a pause, he glanced around at the officers around him and continued in a slow, coherent voice.

"As for the 1.17 million troops, I will arrange for a new commander to come and take over."

General Overlay squinted at him.

"What if I say no?"

Hines said with a sneer.

"Looks like you're going to disobey."

"I don't have to obey an order from an unknown source," General Overry said with a sneer, "If you want to order me, then go through the normal procedure and let someone higher than me come!" ”

He wasn't afraid of this guy at all.

The name of the Iron Crossbow Quick Reaction Force sounds bluffing, but these guys are special operations troops, and if they really fight, it is not necessarily who can't win whom.

Besides, there are tens of thousands of people under his command, and even one person can crush these hundreds of grasshoppers to death with a mouthful of spit.

"Looks like we don't need to talk anymore."

Hines snorted, and suddenly seemed to be convinced.

I saw him wave his hand behind him, and then he walked towards the outside of the camp with a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons without looking back, as if they had never been there at all.

Looking at the figure that disappeared at the door, the adjutant standing next to General O'Frye slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he is also not afraid of these people, if he really fights, there will inevitably be casualties.

But looking at General Aufrey, a wry smile appeared on his face again.

"You've offended Captain Tyre to death......

General Overry chuckled.

"If I had been afraid of offending him, I would not have disobeyed his commands."

It's a big deal to wait until this battle is over and go to court-martial.

He was ready not to be the captain of the Ten Thousand Forces.

Thinking like this, he was about to walk back, but a crisp sound of breaking the air rushed over his head.

Before General Overlay could react to what was happening, a boiling fire and roar crashed into his face.

In an instant, his whole body flew out, and he fell like a rag in a pool of blood.

The amount of bleeding was undoubtedly dead.

It is not known whether it was a fragmentation missile or a mortar shell with a seeker that killed him.

The level of equipment of the crossbow rapid reaction force is the benchmark enterprise.

As O'Fray thought, their frontal combat effectiveness was not very strong, but their decapitation ability was top-notch.

It's just that he never expected that the respected Commander of Tyr would shoot at him without saying a word.

In normal times, such a thing is almost unimaginable......

The deafening explosion alarmed the entire camp, and the guards on duty quickly rushed to the combat positions and evacuated the survivors gathered at the south gate of the camp.

The unarmed civilians shouted from the south side of the camp towards the sea, trying to stay away from the battlefield.

At the same time, the cold voice drifted through the cries of babies and the screams of adults from the south side of the camp.

"Attention to the 1,170,000th Squad, your commander has refused to carry out orders and intends to disobey the order with armed disobedience, and has now been court-martialed."

"Now you only have two paths to choose from—"

"Lay down your arms and walk out of the camp, surrender and accept the regrouping of the 100,000th squad."

"Or continue to be obsessed with it, and take humiliation to the grave as a traitor."

The icy voice echoed around the south side of the camp, irritating the eardrums of every soldier of the 1.17 million troops.

Their eyes widened in disbelief, and the emotions in their pupils were stunned at first, then anger.

General O'Frye died.

The Tyre Commander disposed of their generals like a dirty rag, and now had to be directed by someone else to kill each other.

The ten-captain who was squatting behind the bunker cursed angrily "Damn", took off the cigarette butt that he had not finished smoking, smashed it on the ground and trampled it out, as if he wanted to vent his anger in the soil.

The young man squatting next to him was already completely red-eyed, the gun in his hand was constantly trembling, and only one voice remained between his clenched teeth.

"Lao Tzu is going to kill you......"

On the other side, the adjutant, who had been affected by the explosion, finally struggled to get up from the rubble.

He staggered to General Overwry, only to see that his esteemed captain had been reduced to a corpse.

Anger and pathos rushed to his Heavenly Spirit Cover in an instant.

His eyes were blood-red, staring at the darkness of the night outside the camp.

Traitor?

Who is the traitor after all!

Without waiting for the broadcast to repeat, he grabbed the communicator that had fallen to the ground and let out a hysterical roar.

"Attention units!"

"The headquarters of the 1.17 million troops was shelled by the enemy! We will not surrender! ”

"All take up arms and get ready for battle! Fight them to the end! ”

At the same time that the adjutant of the 1.17 million troops took over the command, Hines, who was standing about a kilometer outside the camp, put down the communicator in his hand and beckoned to the soldiers with the horns up, signaling that they could stop.

This is the end of the persuasion work.

Judging by the attitude of the other side, they have no intention of cooperating at all.

Hearing the sound of gunfire in the distance, Hines looked at General Moore, the captain of the 100,000th Servant Army, who was standing aside, and said in a voice without a trace of emotion.

"I'll leave them to you."

Afterwards, the conflict would turn into an infighting between the 1,170,000-strong Troop and the Servants, but the liquidation of the Servants could be postponed for a while, after all, the Commander of Tyre still needed them.

In any case, the plan to send refugees to the north could not be interrupted, and they did not have the time or ability to convince the soldiers who were "on strike" to continue their work.

The ability of those soldiers engaged in "terminal work" to bear moral pressure is close to the limit, and mutiny is a matter of time, so it is better to clean them up as soon as possible.

Besides—

Maybe the traitors from the north will see this as an opportunity to come over.

The death agent is already fermenting within the Southern Corps, and the longer this war drags on, the more detrimental it will be to them.

Since you have to fight sooner or later, it is better to fight now

Not knowing that he had been used as a pawn, Captain Murwan had a bloodthirsty grin on his face.

He was ready to show his hand to Captain Tyr, his fist creaking.

"Rest assured, leave it to me."

"I won't let that adult down!"

……

At the same time, the Glorious Courtyard of Triumph City.

A Praetorian guard strode into the consul's office, which had just been listed, gave a solemn military salute, and said to the pangolin, who was instructing the documents.

"There has been a military clash on the north shore of the province of Batoya!"

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group, who was sitting at the desk, was stunned and sat up straight from his chair.

"What's the situation? Didn't I order the front-line troops not to clash with the Southern Corps?! ”

The janissary quickly explained.

"It was not our people who clashed with the Southern Corps, it was they themselves who had internal strife. Intelligence indicated that the 1,170,000-strong squad stationed on the northern shore of the province of Batoya mutinied and engaged in an exchange of fire with the 100,000-man servant army. As for the cause of the incident, it seems that Tyre's personal guards beheaded their general, Captain O'Vlewan. ”

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group frowned slightly.

"Decapitation? This juncture is ......"

The Praetorian continued.

"It is said that because Captain O'Vlevan refused to carry out the orders of Commander Tyre, our troops at the front saw that they burned the raft used to cross the sea that day."

Legion Commander Razor, who was standing at his desk, said in a deep voice.

"It seems that not everyone is willing to mess around with this madman. If it is a good time to attack now, there may be some people who will respond to us, but it is also possible that it will go in a direction that we did not expect, after all, it cannot be ruled out that this may be a flaw that Tyr deliberately sold to us...... What are you going to do? ”

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team closed their eyes and pondered for a long time, then opened their eyes.

"The fleet of the New Confederate State has arrived in the Vortex Sea, right?"

Legion Leader Razor nodded.

"I'll probably be there tomorrow morning."

"Power up the 1.17 million people, let them hold out until dawn!" The voice of the Battlefield Atmosphere Group said firmly, "Also, inform the troops of the New Union State to put on their three-defense equipment, vacate the deck of the battleship, and prepare to take our compatriots across the sea!" ”

(End of chapter)