Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 1741 1742 A City That Once Witnessed Glory

It started snowing again near Ironforge, but this time the snow was very light and there seemed to be no decent clouds in the sky. So everyone knew that such snowfall would stop in a few hours.

The Prime Minister of the Ice Empire took advantage of the weather to walk out of the underground bunker and breathe in the fresh air. Such air was really comfortable, and the cold temperature was refreshing.

"Sir... the news just received... the 12th Army may be in danger." An officer walked out of the bunker, walked to the side of the dwarf prime minister, and reported in a low voice.

"What do you mean by possible?" The Prime Minister of the Ice Empire looked at the other party and asked subconsciously. In fact, after asking, he roughly guessed the reason.

Sure enough, the other party immediately replied: "Because of the interference of communications, we only received the telegrams from the 11th Army intermittently... The telegram said that the 12th Army seemed to have collapsed."

"So, when can the 11th Army break through to Ironforge?" The Dwarf Prime Minister continued and asked a question that concerned him a lot.

Because only when the troops that broke through reached Ironforge could they continue to hold on here. In the past few days, they had already lost several city districts. If they continued to fight like this, the place where they were would become the front line.

"Sir, I think... they may never get here." The officer hesitated, then expressed his opinion in a very low voice: "They are very tired, have no reinforcements, and are very short of ammunition... They may collapse at any time."

The prime minister was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and waved his hand to signal the other party to go back: "I understand, you go back first, I will continue to stand here for a while."

In fact, he was ready to die here, so he would not be surprised by what happened. However, he did not expect that the opponent's progress seemed to be much faster than he expected.

The snow around was not cleared because some troops reported that the places where snow was cleared would be attacked by the enemy's air strikes and artillery fire, so the dwarf troops no longer cleared the snow around their bunkers.

It is actually quite comfortable to walk on such snow, and it feels like walking on cotton. Because of the war, the snow, which should have been pure white, was covered with a layer of black ash.

This is the ashes left after various things burned and exploded. They fell with the wind and covered the snow, making the snow look dirty.

However, new snowfall will soon cover these black things, leaving the world with pure white.

As if he could feel a little cold, the chancellor tightened his coat with his hands. He looked at the dilapidated Ironforge in front of him, his eyes full of nostalgia.

This was once the most glorious city of the dwarves. It witnessed the era when the dwarves influenced the entire East Continent. It is also the most majestic spiritual totem in the hearts of the dwarves.

Now it has become the most tragic battlefield, with all the streets and alleys filled with rubble and broken walls. The old buildings have collapsed, and the newly built buildings are in ruins.

The soldiers who stayed here were fighting desperately, and the remaining civilians in the ruins were struggling to survive. The smoke of gunpowder filled the horizon, entangled with the smoky snow, making it difficult to see clearly.

Here, the Dwarf Prime Minister, who once thought he would be remembered in history, sighed. He assisted the King of the Ice Kingdom in defeating powerful enemies one after another, and finally established a new, united Dwarf Empire. Together, they once again witnessed the rise of the Dwarves, fought a war with the Elves to the south, and almost won.

At that time, he even thought that the Ice Empire had become a world power and no longer had to act according to the wishes of other races. They had already stood up.

But now everything has come to nothing. The empire he built, which once seemed extremely powerful, has become shaky and is coming to an end.

Just as he stood here reminiscing about the past, a dwarf general in a military coat walked up behind him. Chief of Staff Larbu looked at the prime minister who was thinking and chose to shut up and wait.

The prime minister heard the voice behind him and turned around, looked at Larbu, and smiled bitterly: "What do you want to see me for?"

Larbu organized his words before speaking: "According to reliable information, the Tang people launched a counterattack in the south. Dalcas may be... in danger."

"We fought for ten days and occupied so many places... and we lost them all in two days?" the prime minister asked casually.

Larbu sighed awkwardly, shook his head and said, "Marshal Xie Ke has tried his best. We have no way to defeat such a powerful enemy."

"Perhaps we should have chosen another path long ago, a decent path. If that were the case, at least our people would not have to suffer the hardships they are experiencing today." The prime minister did not mention surrender, but Larbu knew that what he was talking about was surrender.

Unfortunately, it is too late to surrender now, they have already missed the best opportunity. They don't have many chips left, and surrendering now seems to only save their lives.

But if they surrendered at this time, they would be charged with treason, and no one wanted to be branded with such an infamy, so everyone chose to remain silent: it was just death anyway, and they could just grit their teeth and get through it.

"My lord, now we have to think carefully and continue to stick to the battle plan of Ironforge. Our troops are not many to begin with, and now our supplies are cut off. Everything is heading in the worst direction." Larb continued to remind.

The Prime Minister nodded. He knew the consequences of this: the resistance would soon collapse, and perhaps in a few hours, or perhaps in a few days, the outcome of the Battle of Ironforge would be decided.

"What does Marshal Barov think?" He couldn't come up with any good solution in the end, so he asked Larbu.

Larbu shook his head. “The marshal didn’t have a very good solution. He just promised to follow orders and hold on until the last moment. If the troops lost control, he would have no other options.”

"I hope Your Majesty can continue to hold on in the south. At least he is not in this encirclement." The prime minister found a comforting angle for himself and then walked towards the entrance of the underground bunker.

The guards at the door stood at attention and saluted. About 30 meters away from where they were standing was a huge bomb crater covered with snow.

(End of this chapter)