General Headquarters of the Southern Corps.

A burly figure stood in front of the command table, its deep pupils staring intently at the sand table with light blue light particles floating on the command table.

Under his personally deployed command, the entire province of Bartoya and even the northern shore of the Vortex Sea have been connected into a chessboard.

And with the continuous fermentation of the "dead agent" virus, this game of chess has entered the final stage.

At this moment, on that neat chessboard, the flag marking the 1.17 million troops has been marked with gray to symbolize the rebels.

The weakest-willed pawns were already out first, and at the moment besieging them were the 100,000 men of the servant army and the "Iron Crossbow" rapid reaction force.

At this time, a light blue figure appeared next to the command table, and a man with an ordinary appearance bowed slightly.

That man was none other than one of the pawns on the chessboard, the commander of the "Iron Crossbow" rapid reaction force, Hines.

Looking at his henchman, Tyr asked expressionlessly.

"What's the reaction from Triumph City?"

Hines respectfully reported.

"No action for the time being."

No action......

When he heard this answer, a hint of surprise flashed in Tyr's eyes, and his expression gradually became solemn.

He left the sand table and paced back and forth twice in front of the bookshelf next to him, then cast his gaze back on the sand table, his brow locked deeply.

There are only two possibilities.

Either Triumph is in internal chaos, or his opponent is tougher than he could have imagined.

For the first time now, this duel has felt tricky.

Through the pale blue particles of light floating on the sand table, he seemed to see his opponent.

It was a moody man, like an experienced hunter, indifferent to the provocations of his prey.

The hunting bow was hidden in the shadow of the cloak, ready to strike a fatal blow!

He could feel the curled index finger tightening the bowstring, but he couldn't see the edge hidden within.

And that's where the most dangerous thing comes in......

“…… Why don't you make a move yet. ”

A whisper of silence in his mouth made a rare trace of irritation appear in Tyr's heart.

Over the past month, most of the population of the province of Batoya has been concentrated to the north, and the ports have been pumping refugees north almost at full capacity, but they have not penetrated the twenty quarantine zones set up in Triumph City......

And now, there are signs of mutiny in the troops on his side.

Maybe he should hold on a little longer, after all, the force is mutual, and the other party should also be under huge pressure.

However, there are not many "bullets" that can be used.

"What about the 1.17 million troops."

Hines, who was waiting on the side, was distracted, and when he heard Tyr's voice, he immediately came back to his senses and replied.

"The rebels are still holding out, and the battle is scorching...... Without the support of heavy equipment, it is still a little difficult to eat them by relying only on the servant army. ”

Tilloyga thought for a moment before speaking.

"I'll give you the 1,200,000-strong artillery team, but don't use it yet, let the servant army grind on the position for a while, and force Triumph City to take the lead as much as possible."

"Yes!" Hines hesitated when he heard this, but nodded his head and took the task.

At the same time, on the north shore of the province of Batoya, the sound of gunfire was intense.

The tracer light pulled out by the bullet swished in the sky like catkins, and the thick smoke of gunpowder was connected into an impermeable wall.

"Rush up!! Slaughtered all these traitors for Lao Tzu! Chop off their heads! ”

Looking at the position in front of him, which was as hard as a stone, Moore's eyes turned red, and he clutched the communicator and let out a hysterical roar.

The same was true of him opposite, the young lieutenant Bofika immediately deployed his defenses after taking command of the 1,170,000-man troop, repelling round after round of charges from the 100,000-man servant army through a ladder-like fire net.

"Brethren !!"

"Tyr the dog drove the children of Marshal Julius into the sea, and this demon in human skin has betrayed the marshal and the people of Wilantes!"

"It's your neighbors who die today, and it's your children, your parents, who die tomorrow!"

"We will never hand over the hundreds of thousands of survivors in the camp into their hands! Never ——! ”

Although it is heartbreaking to fight in the same room, it is comforting that Tyr, who has a ghost in his heart, did not dare to pull the regular army over to quell the rebellion, but let the servant army do this dirty work.

In the face of aliens, they will not show mercy.

Of course, the opposite side is the same.

In order to prove their worth, in order to climb to a higher position like that pangolin, Moore and his men also killed red-eyed, and launched round after round of onslaught towards the position of the 1.17 million team like hungry wolves.

The beaches of the entire province of Battoya have been completely transformed into human grinding discs, with thick blood staining almost every inch of dirt and sand red.

However, what is silent is that this is not a battle for the Southern Army to counterattack the Alliance's beach-grabbing landing, and it did not even take place between the Southwind Army and Triumph City.

An out-of-control fire erupted into the sky, engulfing everyone trapped in it, and it burned more and more.

And in that raging fire, it was not only the flesh and blood of the Willantes that burned, but also their broken spirits.

It's not just the Willantes.

And the alien races that submit to them.

Looking at the long-lost position and the heavy casualties of his subordinates, Moore's bloodshot pupils widened, and the burning ambition in his heart couldn't help but flash for a moment.

He always felt that his chance to be in the position had come, but that didn't seem to be the case now.

He grabbed the communicator, contacted Captain Heinswan, who had ordered him to attack, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"My men have suffered heavy casualties, and we need artillery support! Otherwise we can't go on the offensive! ”

Fierce fighting continued all night.

It wasn't until there was a flash of whiteness in the sky that Moore finally heard the sound of artillery at dawn.

To his disappointment, however, the shells missed and either fell into the sea or landed on a deserted beach.

Due to heavy casualties, he finally ordered a halt to the offensive.

And with the 100,000-man team's offensive stalled, the soldiers of the 1.17 million team, who were preparing for the sea, finally got a respite, holding the crumbling position and the hundreds of thousands of survivors in the camp.

At the same time, towering shadows appeared on the sea level in the distance.

As the interim commander of the 1.17 million squad, Bofika looked at the sea in the distance, and his pupils finally lit up with hope.

It's reinforcements!

The compatriots of Triumph City did not abandon him, and the consul did not lie to them!

He stood up from his trench and yelled into the communicator in his hand.

"Brethren! The boat that picked us up and took us home came! Hold on!!! ”

……

As the fleets of the United States advanced into the Vortex Sea, the tide of battle on the northern shore of the province of Batoya was turned in an instant.

The towering figures stood on the rough sea, like moving steel fortresses.

Even if they didn't do anything, the thick barrels themselves were an invisible deterrent, shocking the soldiers of the 100,000th Servant Army.

Looking at the battleships that appeared on the sea level, Moore was completely dumbfounded and at a loss for a while.

It wasn't just him who was dumbfounded, but also Hines, the commander of the "Iron Crossbow" rapid reaction force, and Tyre, who was strategizing far away in the city of Avent.

Especially the latter, after learning that the United States of the New World had joined the battle, he was directly stunned in front of the command table and didn't say a word for a long time.

The New World had just declared its independence, and it stands to reason that it should be wary of each other with Triumph City.

At least at the official level.

However, he never expected that the consuls of Triumph City would pull these "traitors" into his camp, and those guys who had always been mercenary would agree!

How did the guy convince them?

Tyr was completely dumbfounded.

At the same time, the flagship of the Union Fleet, Captain Kirkwan, who served as the captain of the ship, was standing in the bow of the ship, holding a telescope, looking in the direction of the coastline.

The smoke obscured his vision, allowing him to see only the area near the docks.

But even so, this messy picture still deeply shocked him.

"Roderick, do you remember what the former province of Bartoya was like?"

The adjutant standing aside shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"Hell knows, I haven't been...... And, does that kind of thing matter? ”

Kirk grinned.

"That's what I said......"

Whatever the province of Batoya used to look like, it is now a hell on earth.

Prior to this, the province of Batoya, the first "overseas" land conquered by Marshal Julius himself, was considered by countless Willantes to be the first place to end the Wasteland Era.

For a long time, the Southern Legion did go ahead of several other forces within the legion.

In a sense, their presence foreshadows the almost inevitable future of the Legion—

After the extreme of madness, towards the final demise.

……

Just as Kirk was looking out onto the shore, the people on the shore were looking in his direction.

Figures came out of the black smoke and moved closer to the dock.

Most of those people were the elderly, children and women.

Even on the battlefield, they lined up in a neat line, quietly waiting for the ship to pick them up.

"The water ahead is too shallow for us to get close." Looking at the faces on the shore, the adjutant named Roderick said with a frown.

Kirk smiled faintly and turned the telescope in the direction of the north.

"Don't worry, we're not the only ones here."

Roderick subconsciously looked up, only to see tiny black dots appear in the direction of Willant Province.

He took out his binoculars and looked in the direction of the sea, only to see ships large and small heading in their direction.

The largest of them are ferries tens of meters long, and the smaller ones are fishing boats that are only a few steps wide, and they are connected in the sea as far as the eye can see.

In front of the fleets of the United States, these small ships were like ants beside elephants, but they were more than enough to send people on shore to warships.

These ships were previously requisitioned by the Southern Legion from the civilian population to transport refugees to the province of Wilante.

Now, more than a month has passed, and the quarantine zone in the southern part of the province of Wilante has been completed, and the original supplies from the Northern Empire and the Eastern Empire are enough to feed the millions of new people in Triumph City.

Not only that, the refugees who landed first were able to leave the quarantine zone, and all parties, including the Alliance, expressed their willingness to share some of the pressure of the influx of refugees for Triumph City and take on the outflow of refugees from the province of Barthuya.

At the behest of the refugees, some of them will leave the province of Wilante for the New World, or cross the ocean to the provinces of Baiyue and Haiya in the eastern part of the continent.

So far, the influx and outflow of the population in the quarantine area have been able to achieve a dynamic balance.

Triumph no longer has to control the influx of refugees from the province of Batoya, and can even take the initiative to help the Southern Legion carry the displaced survivors.

On the other hand, on the side of the Southern Army, the "decisive battle mission" plan they launched at all costs has been completely declared bankrupt.

Under the unity of all the people in Triumph City, the "death agent" was firmly controlled in the quarantine area.

Even if the researchers of the Academy and the Alliance have not yet come up with reliable specific drugs and vaccines, the old and weak women and children infected by the "dead dose" can no longer be used as bullets for the Southern Legion.

In fact, from the moment the "death agent" was controlled by Triumph City, the Southern Army had already lost the war.

Soon as the incubation period passes, the peak of the disease arrives, and they will have to swallow the bitter fruit of their own brewing......

……

With the help of the boats, the hundreds of thousands of survivors stranded on the northern shore of the province of Batoya were finally able to escape and board the ship that had arrived to pick them up from the New World.

Fearing the pressure of the warships, Moore weighed the pros and cons and finally did not order his men to continue the attack, and Captain Heinswan, who was supervising the battle behind, did not urge him.

These refugees were meant to be sent north.

Now the other party took the initiative to send a boat to pick up people, but it also fell into their hands.

Little did he know, however, that this orderly retreat was not what the Tyre Commander wanted to see......

On the other side, on the northern shore of the Whirlpool Sea, in the quarantine area in the southern part of the province of Willante, clean and neat tents sit in a clearing not far from the beach.

Just over a month ago, it was a wasteland, but now it is surprisingly thriving.

Nearly 300,000 survivors live here, and are divided into large and small communities in units of 10,000 people.

There are hospitals, canteens, police stations, and even makeshift classrooms and residents' activity centers.

Although the facilities here look a little shabby, everything is running in an orderly manner.

There are nineteen more similar quarantine zones along the coastline, containing varying numbers of people.

There are no new patients in the high-numbered quarantine area, and they are allowed to leave the quarantine area.

Everyone packed their belongings, cleaned their tents, and headed to the side of the road outside the quarantine zone to wait for the bus that would take them to the area around Triumph City.

Once they have left, survivors who have just arrived from the province of Battoya will be moved into the same tents they have stayed in and will wait for medical staff who are already familiar with the business to examine them.

Since more than a month has passed since the outbreak of the "death dose", some patients in the onset stage have already appeared among the newly landed refugees.

Most of them are weak and weak, unconscious, and even show signs of organ failure.

Fortunately, these people are on the proper boat.

Instead, they crossed the sea on rafts tied with ropes, and they didn't even have a 1 in 10,000 chance of surviving.

For those patients who have entered the onset stage, the medical staff of Triumph City injected them with inhibitors from the alliance research, which can be regarded as stabilizing the condition and preventing their physical condition from further deterioration.

With hundreds of thousands of civilians ashore safely, the soldiers of the 1.17 million squad on the last boat have also set foot in the harbor one after another.

Not far from the deep-water port, an open-top SUV is parked on the side of the road.

Sitting in the car were the generals of the Eastern Empire.

Looking in the direction of the deep-water port, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an intriguing smile on his face.

He has two tasks at hand.

One is naturally to support Triumph City's rescue of the compatriots in the province of Batoya, and the other is to observe the situation in the coastal area of the Vortex Sea and judge how long the Southern Legion can hold out.

Captain Saren is interested in the legacy of the Southern Legion, and this does not conflict with their support for Triumph City.

Actually, it's also interesting.

The Eastern Legion and the Western Legion had not interacted with each other for half a century, and the first time in this half-century that they had worked closely together had occurred after the Legion had disintegrated.

But that's where he gets the most gratification.

Although they had been in harmony with Lieutenant General for nearly a century, at least there was no disagreement on the matter of saving their compatriots.

Even the most unsociable of the Northern Legions sent three 10,000-strong teams and millions of supplies this time to assist Triumph City in maintaining order in the quarantine zone and surviving the difficulties.

In the years following the disappearance of Marshal Julius, this unity was unprecedented.

"Tyr is finished." The general sitting in the car smiled, squinted his eyes and added, "And it's completely finished." ”

The adjutant sitting next to him gave him an unexpected look.

"How do you see that?"

The general, who was sitting in the back seat, smiled and said in a casual tone.

"See those lads? I have no doubt that if you throw a gun at them, they will pick up the guy and go back to their Tyre without saying a word. ”

Not even just the boys, but the civilians stranded in the quarantine zone, and all the people who came from all over the world to help them.

These people will tear Tyre to shreds.

Just as they did when they faced the Torch Church, all differences no longer matter when facing a common enemy, or that the most important thing is to completely cut off the two cancers of the Southern Army and Tyr.

At this point, the general paused for a moment, then spoke in a half-joking tone.

"Besides, that fool's opponent is Julius, how can he have a chance to win?"

The adjutant was stunned, and the expression on his face turned to astonishment.

Julius...... But isn't that adult dead? ”

"Whoever unites the people of Willant is Marshal Julius."

The general raised his index finger and straightened the brim of his hat, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"He did leave."

"But it's back."

(End of chapter)