High in the air, Ace watched with a ray of consciousness as the countless black soldiers below him were advancing in zigzag trenches.

Turning into a small ball of light, he crossed a graceful arc in the air and came not far from Emperor Douglas.

Scolding Fang Luo, calm and calm, not angry and self-assured, full of self-confidence, as if the word victory was born engraved on his head, he will never fail, never lose his proportion, never lose his self-confidence.

All the qualities of Douglas the Great's body seemed to predestined him to be a qualified and powerful emperor.

"I don't know what his fate is, among the countless fate lines, more than 95% of the fate lines point to him to the fate of failure."

"There are so many vested interests that oppose him, and he is almost resisting the whole world with the strength of one country."

"At the beginning, I didn't dare to do this, I knew it with emotion and moved with reason, and then I achieved my goal step by step."

He was a little less optimistic about Douglas the Great.

It is very difficult to achieve the desired result by force.

Unless there is absolute force.

But with absolute force, it is almost impossible to appear without a transcendent world.

There is no otherworld, and the king's power comes from his subjects.

The subjects are loyal to the king, and the king is the king, if the subjects do not submit to the king.

The king is just a puppet.

Douglas the Great may have been powerful, but his attempt to unify the world shook the interests of almost all vested interests.

Where would those classes with vested interests who would be affected agree with Douglas the Great to snatch their interests away?

In the face of the whole world, the counterattack of the vast majority of vested interests, where can Douglas the Great stop it?

Douglas the Great was unaware of Ace's prediction of his fate.

He was still commanding his army with great vigour, and under his command, the trenches dug by his soldiers had quickly approached the enemy positions on the opposite side.

The artillery of both sides kept roaring, and the dense projectiles kept firing towards each other's positions.

Because both sides were hiding in the trenches, the casualties caused by the artillery of both sides were very limited.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The trenches on both sides were dug through, and between the two sides, the distance between the most advanced soldiers on both sides was less than ten steps.

With a deafening sound of fighting, after the shooting, a large number of soldiers of the Douglas Regiment rushed into the enemy's trench and engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the opposite side.

Because the distance was too close, the flintlock pistols of both sides could only fire one shot, and then they went straight to hand-to-hand combat.

The red soldiers did not have time to pick up the other flintlock pistols that had already been loaded.

And in hand-to-hand combat, they are far from being the elite opponents of Douglas the Great.

In the command post on the side of the red soldiers, advisers from more than a dozen countries looked through binoculars at the defeated soldiers who were being beaten and retreated.

One by one, their faces turned blue with anger.

They scolded angrily in their hearts:

"Damn, the Douglas Great on the other side doesn't talk about martial arts."

"You don't obediently let your elite soldiers line up in a neat and tight formation to send them to death, why do you want them to dig trenches and advance?"

"If you do this, how are we going to fight?"

The soldiers of the colony are strong with the blessing of money, but there is no way to face the elite of a hundred battles in hand-to-hand combat.

Hand-to-hand combat is the most volitional test.

The advisers of more than a dozen countries who were in a rather bad mood saw that the situation on the front line was quite bad, and they quickly discussed it one by one.

Douglas the Great was experienced in warfare, and they weren't far behind.

After a while, they came up with a new solution.

At the sound of horns, large swaths of red soldiers broke into the homes of the various nobles they guarded the city.

Aristocrats, there is always a little nostalgia.

As long as the nobles of a little age basically have a lot of iron armor or something in their homes, they do this for nothing else, just to show off to others how awesome their family used to be.

In hand-to-hand combat, there is no better fighting weapon than armor.

As a big country, the country of Northern Cold certainly has a lot of nobles in his capital, a lot of nobles, and of course a lot of armor.

A few hours later, 3,000 hoplites dressed in full-body armor, armed with steel shields and swords, appeared on the battlefield under the organization of more than a dozen national advisers.

The black soldiers, who were like bamboos, were quickly beaten back in the face of this pile of iron shells.

Advisors from more than a dozen nations were rather insidious, and before they sent hoplites to attack, they would have unarmored soldiers shoot and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the soldiers on the other side.

When the two sides were in a group, they sent hoplites to rush up.

At this moment, the black soldier with the flintlock pistol hollowed out, facing a bunch of hoplites armed with swords, where is the opponent?

In hand-to-hand combat, a soldier wearing armor has an absolute advantage over a soldier who is not wearing armor.

No matter how high the morale of the black soldiers is, in the face of this pile of iron shells, the flintlock pistols without bullets in their hands cannot break the defense at all, except for defeat and retreat, there is only defeat.

In the command post of the Douglas Corps, Ace watched the wonderful war on the front line and watched it with relish.

The guy who commanded the army on the other side was quite level, and when he changed his plan and saw the move, the Douglas Legion, which had already occupied the upper hand, was beaten back.

Looking at the resolute resistance of the other side, this war will not be fought in a few months.

The other side has money, quite rich, the other side has weapons, quite a lot of weapons.

The capital of the Northern Chill Country, however, is on the edge of a large river connected to the ocean.

All sorts of supplies are being poured into the city on the river.

Although Douglas the Great conquered most of the industrial civilization world and destroyed dozens of countries by him, the navies of these destroyed countries did not surrender under the influence of their respective interest classes.

On the contrary, they are still active on the seas, supported by the resources provided by the colonies of various countries.

Douglas the Great may be invincible on land, but on the water, he will never be able to defeat the combined navies of various countries.

Therefore, in the face of the other party's continuous supply of supplies to the country of Northern Cold through the river, Emperor Douglas was powerless at all.

Emperor Douglas looked at the countless soldiers retreating from the front line, his face was still as confident as before, but his hands involuntarily clasped together.

Only those who know him well will know that when his hands are clasped together, it means that something really difficult for him has arisen.

Judging from the current situation, if he insists on capturing this city, he will not be able to capture it in a short time.

The 200,000-strong army dug a martial arts trench for a desperate defense, plus a steady stream of support from the colonies.

You must know that among those supports, not only materials, but also personnel support is endless.

In the three months before the onset of winter, he could not have captured this 200,000 troops, or even more soldiers, who had been supported from the outside and motivated by countless money inside.

Not to mention, he simply can't attack with all his might.

The Ulster Emperor of the Northern Cold Country is heading with his 800,000-strong army.

He must leave enough reserves to guard against future threats, and the army capable of attacking the city must not exceed 600,000.

Armies that come to expeditions in strange countries often face not only the garrison of the strange country, but also the unfamiliar terrain and landforms.

Information warfare is also a type of warfare.

If you want to attack a country, if you don't have time to figure out their dikes and dams, where are the forests, which are the mountains, and which are the places where the troops can be hidden?

And so on and so forth, if you don't figure it out, it's almost a high probability of failure.

Not to mention anything else, people took advantage of the fact that Ling's army went to the range that the dam flood could cover, and directly broke the dam, under the surging flood, not to mention that you are a million army, what if you are an army of ten million?

It's all for the fish.

For example, when your soldiers go outside a wood, do you enter or not?

Go in, what do you do if someone sets a fire? What if the forest is so big that you get lost?

The variety of questions is endless.

He Douglas the Great was able to quickly destroy dozens of industrial civilization countries, and the information support provided by the Holy See and the Pope contributed to it.

But now, the country of the Northern Cold is a strange country, and they rarely communicate with the outside world.

Except for the maps they have in the more industrially developed cities along the river, they don't know anything about the rest of the city.

If you don't pay attention, you will fall into a trap.

The cavalry scouts he sent in all directions conveyed extremely bad information to him.

Although the large army of the Northern Cold Country has been far away, their 100,000 cavalry is still wandering around, constantly hunting and killing his scouts.

Drawing up a map was quite difficult due to many obstacles.

When the situation was unknown, he did not dare to send his 150,000 cavalry out to fight the cavalry on the opposite side.

As for the infantry, where can a two-legged one outrun a four-legged one?

The map was unknown, and he did not dare to divide his troops to set traps.

He has now come to a crossroads.

If he continued to attack, his defeat was almost certain, and the Pope had sent him a message that large tracts of cotton had been burned, and that countless cotton mills that made cotton clothes had quickly closed down for countless reasons.

When winter comes, his soldiers will be defeated.

But if you retreat, the situation is not much better.

His enemies have the support of most of the world's vested interests, money, soldiers, and weapons.

If they are really given a few months, the country of the Northern Cold will inevitably become even stronger.

One million troops is not their limit.

When the time comes, it will be even more difficult for him to destroy the country of Northern Cold.

And the country of the Northern Cold will not be destroyed, countless monetary resources will pour into the country of the Northern Cold, and the industrial scale of the other party will inevitably skyrocket on a large scale, and continue to wage war with him.

Once the war is in a tug-of-war, he will be uncomfortable.

He has most of the world behind him as supporters, and behind him there are only a group of countless vested interests within the dozens of industrial countries that want him to be defeated.

"God of fate, how should I choose?"

"Is it a desperate gamble, or is it a long war of attrition."

In the darkness of the night, Douglas the Great prayed to the gods he believed in.

But the god of fate has no way to respond to him, the world is fair, there is the existence of the god of fate on this planet, and there are other gods.

They generally don't interfere with the competition of mortals.

Otherwise, if they all make a move on each other's believers, under the power of the gods, everyone will stop playing.

Early the next morning, Douglas the Great, who did not receive the revelation of fate.

Without hesitation, the order to retreat was given.

In the face of continued persistence is defeat, he chose to take a step back.

After all, he was not alone, the pope of the Holy See stood behind him, and with the help of the pope, he was able to barely suppress dozens of industrial countries.

With the strong industrial production capacity brought by dozens of industrial countries, his chances of winning are still very large.

The army was mighty, and the millions of troops withdrew from the land of the Northern Cold Country like a tide.

Countless soldiers of the Douglas Legion, after withdrawing from the territory of the other side, began to build a defensive offensive on the border.

At the same time, Douglas the Great also increased the pressure on dozens of industrial countries in order to obtain more resources and money to expand his army.

High in the air, watching the development of the world that seemed a little different from what he remembered, Ace became more interested.

He wanted to see whether, among the other options, Douglas the Great, who had a certain resemblance to Napoleon, would be able to achieve the ultimate victory.

"Every choice made by the big man is a raging wave for the little man."

"Can the different choices made by the most powerful beings take history in another direction?"

"Or is it that the strength of a very small number of sane people is not as strong as the strength of all the vested interests (self-interested) in the whole world, and they will be doomed to failure."

"History is surging like a torrent, and the fate of the vast majority of civilizations is only to perish, and those who rise and soar like dragons will never survive."

"Interests, if you pick it up, how can you easily put it down?"

"Even if they are willing to let go, the subordinates of the vested interests, relatives, friends, teachers, will they let the vested interests let go of the interests in their hands?"

"Those who are as holy as saints are only a few after all."

"Among those whose holy names are like saints, there are very few who can abandon all obstacles and go all the way along the right path."

"I am also lucky, I can single-handedly double the interests of the absolute militaristic rules of doubling and doubling, and the interests of all vested interests continue to double, double and double, which has come to this day."

"Otherwise, I should have ended up with Napoleon."

"Reformers, since ancient times, have had a very miserable end."

(End of chapter)