Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

With its majestic body, Roy's super-fast adaptation and super-high durability are passive skills. Even if you throw Roy into the Endless Ice Plains to freeze him, and then throw him into the scorching wind and hot earth to burn him, he might not even sneeze, let alone be affected by this little bit of cold wind.

Johnson's arrogant yet obsequious manner, however, made him feel nauseous and uncomfortable.

The adjutant said that a blond man named Nearl had come to see him yesterday, saying something similar to what he was talking about, but he was dismissed after only a few words. Roy was certain that it was Marner, and compared to Johnson, who the adjutant had described as becoming impatient after just a few words, and the smiling man in front of him, Roy felt utterly disgusted.

If I truly believe there's no evidence and that falsifying military intelligence undermines morale, I might just have someone kick me out, and I'd think more highly of you.

After all, Roy has not yet produced Mikhail's handwritten letter.

But you clearly don't mean that. The reason for the huge difference in your attitude towards me and Marna is obvious.

Although Roy really wanted to despise this "chameleon" commander, he silently kept his contempt to himself. Personal character and private morality were not important in the current situation; Commander Johnson's obedient demeanor actually made it easier for Roy to get things done.

Without any delay, Roy followed Johnson into the camp and stated his purpose directly:

"Commander Johnson, besides my identity as the Major champion as you know, I have another purpose for this trip. I have just left the Forest Keeper headquarters, which was attacked, to deliver the latest intelligence to you on behalf of the Forest Keeper's staff council—the Ursus Empire's Third Army will launch a surprise attack on the Whitewave River at 3:00 AM two days from now. War is imminent, and the Forest Keeper calls on all the fighting knight orders stationed on the frontier to unite and form a temporary front to resist the Ursus invasion."

After Roy finished speaking, he took out a handwritten letter from his pocket, stamped with the forest ranger's seal and sealed with special sealing wax, and handed it to Johnson.

Johnson looked at Roy in shock, took the letter, took a deep breath, strode into the tent, found a scabbard, and opened the letter.

His expression shifted from shock to disbelief, then from disbelief to anxiety and despair, finally turning ashen-faced as he looked at Roy:

"Your Excellency, I understand. But, the war...where are our reinforcements?"

"The Baibo River stretches for dozens of kilometers, and the attack takes place at three in the morning. Without intelligence support from the forest rangers and without superior reinforcements, how can we, with just a few border knight regiments, hold such a long front?"

After saying that, he seemed to realize that such words shouldn't have come from a knight commander, and with a determined bite, he added:

"Please pretend you didn't hear what I just said, and please don't let the soldiers know. Otherwise, it will shake their morale."

"Whether it's difficult or not is not important; no matter what, we must persevere!"

Volume 1: Chapter 150 The Gambler's Single Draw, Deul!

At 2:30 a.m., on the Kazimir-Ussas border, at the border river—the White River.

The boundless wilderness stretches to the horizon, with crisscrossing defensive fortifications standing like chess pieces on the vast yellow sand, facing each other. The boundary river, named Baibo, cuts through the area, dividing it into the Chu River and Han border. On both sides of the chasm are tracks that no mobile city would dare to approach. The roads and fortifications, built at great expense, serve only the true weapons of war that ordinary people may never see in their lifetime—high-speed military land-based ships.

The vanguard of the Ursus Third Army had now reached the last concealed fortification on the north bank of the White River. This fortification, which ran almost parallel to the White River and spanned several kilometers, was built at the end of the Tenth Ursus War. At that time, the Ursus army had successfully advanced its front line into the territory of Casimir south of the White River. However, the Casimir Field Knights and the Forest Rangers had broken up into smaller units and harassed the supply lines, repeatedly thwarting the Ursus army's offensive. In order to completely eliminate the risk of the supply line being cut off, the logistics troops built this long line of fortifications under the orders of Field Marshal Petrov of the Fourth Army, as the middle section of the supply line.

Shortly after the fortifications were completed, Hrag's legion suffered an unexpected and crushing defeat in a battle against Cyril Nearl's Silver Spear Pegasus Knights. Under the relentless onslaught of the blazing sun, the entire Ursus Empire army nearly collapsed. Had Bozocasti not personally led the heavily armored Wendigo Legion to their rescue, even Hrag would have perished on the spot. This fortifications, originally intended as an outpost for the Empire's offensive, became a rearguard for the retreating army. The Silver Spear Pegasus Knights' charge finally halted under the fortifications' concentrated fire, and the Ursus Empire, unable to launch another offensive, could only temporarily sue for peace with Kazimir.

More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye. The once impregnable fortress is now covered in dust, and many of its fortifications have fallen into a semi-paralyzed state due to lack of maintenance. So much so that when Brechester ordered the command post to be moved here, the engineers in charge of the relocation spent two hours just connecting the communication networks between the two locations.

Stepping inside, Brechester touched the faded Ursus emblem on the wall, feeling a surge of emotions:

"Ursus has suffered far too much over the years."

"The disastrous defeat at Blood Peak, the death of the late emperor, the confrontation between the old and new nobles, the great rebellion, the annihilation of the Sixth Army Group, the Great Purge... Which of these events, if placed in the history of any country, would not be recorded in great detail?"

"But they all happened in Ursus in just over a decade. So much so that even our great empire was dimmed of its due glory."

He turned to look at the unfamiliar staff officer beside him. This was the attendant sent to him by Viscount Dunkel and Grand Duke Baikal to "solve his problems," but Brechester knew that his true purpose was to keep an eye on him.

A general who had just joined the pro-war faction ultimately couldn't gain their complete trust. Brechester understood, but still felt somewhat resentful. Back in the day, when the late emperor was alive, he, a former fugitive who had come from Victoria to Ursus, had also gained the late emperor's unconditional trust, and had been able to command a fully-fledged corps of the Third Army shortly after joining the army.

But now, just like this fortress, things have changed.

Suppressing his frustration, he looked at the young staff officer and said:

"Child, have you remembered what I just said?"

"Then do you know why we've come here?"

The staff officer did not answer; his eyes were cold, completely unaware of the immense pride that Brechester was feeling at that moment.

But the general's voice was strong and resonant, ringing out with conviction:

"We are here to rewrite history according to the will of Ursus!"

To make history, that is what the Third Army did tonight, as Brechester had declared to the entire army!

For any man, wouldn't it be incredibly exciting to leave a mark on history, or even go further and write history himself?

For them, war was no longer war, but a sublime and sacred pilgrimage. If the Battle of Bloodpeak was the beginning of the tarnishing of the Ursus Empire's glory, then the Whitewave River Raid would surely be the starting point for the Ursus Empire's resurgence! What was lost in war would be regained in war. Starting from Kazimir, the war wheels of Ursus, halted by one man, would be pushed forward again by countless soldiers, and the ruts they left behind would be filled with jewels and gold.

The soldiers were no longer pawns in the eyes of conspirators, nor numbers in the rulers' books. They became writers of history, drivers of a great trend, and, like the late emperor, pioneers of the Ursus conquest. When endless glory and pride filled their armored bodies, any swords, spears, crossbows, or even death itself became insignificant. They believed that their names would be recorded in the annals of history, no matter how insignificant, no matter if it was just a sentence: "In early 1094, the Third Army of the Ursus Empire launched a night raid on the White Wave River."

At 2:45 a.m., on the Uka Plain, the White Wave River flowed quietly, everything seemingly exceptionally peaceful. Across from thousands of pairs of eyes filled with longing, two knightly orders, each with fewer than a thousand men, had just completed their meeting.

A typical Kazimierz Expeditionary Knights unit typically numbers between 400 and 600 men. Knights stationed on the Uka border, due to their border defense duties, tend to have slightly larger units. For example, Johnson's Knights, with 800 armored warriors, are twice the size of a typical knightly order. Even so, adding Chesper's 430-man Knights, the total number just barely exceeds 1,000, reaching 1200.

Even Marner, seeing this scene, couldn't help but frown and mutter through gritted teeth, "Too little."

Unlike the Kazimierz Empire, which adhered to a system of knightly orders and elite troops, the Ursus Empire's army had always relied on sheer numbers. During the Great Conquest, a full-strength Ursus army group numbered around 100,000, with the vanguard alone numbering between 20,000 and 30,000. Even with Ursus's weakened state in recent years and the new emperor's orders to reduce armaments and downsize the force, an army group could not possibly be smaller than 50,000. Even if we consider one-tenth of that number for the vanguard, that would still amount to 5,000 men.

One thousand men against five thousand men—that's a 1:5 military disparity. Moreover, the one thousand men had no reinforcements, while the enemy's reinforcements were constantly arriving.

The disparity was enormous. Even under the best-case scenario, a knight would face four to five Ursus soldiers. And based on Manna's experience, the Ursus wouldn't be foolish enough to split into five squads and challenge you to a one-on-one duel. When facing Kazimierz knights, they always used saturation firepower first.

What should we do? How should we fight? If Snitz were here, what would he do? Would he have a solution?

Marner asked himself the question. Unfortunately, he wasn't Snitz and couldn't find the answer, so he could only look up at his only ally, whom he had just reunited with and was about to go to war with.

"What are you thinking?"

Upon hearing Marna's question, Roy glanced at him speechlessly and replied, "Find a way."

What can you think of?

Looking at the completed large-scale chain quest, "The Ranger's Plea for Help," Roy was making the most of the time to reward himself.

C-B tier modules, or corresponding level collectibles, or a gambler's single pull! Deul!

Volume 1: Chapter 151 The Holy Sword of the Sun

A familiar yet barely noticeable interface unfolded before Roy's eyes. The slot machine, which he hadn't seen in a long time, finally lit up again, and as the lever was pulled down, exciting music rang in Roy's ears.

This directly triggered Roy's Jade Syndrome... no, the second stage of the Great Wilderness Starfall.

The images in the three windows gradually slowed down. After the addition of the collectibles system, the images in the lottery machine became much more complex. Many collectible images that Roy could recognize at a glance flashed by, including the Scaled Cloak, the Exploding Hand, the Cleansing Hand, the Proof of Immortality, and even the Frozen Alien Claw and the Victoria Crown, among other special collectibles.

However, like most lottery games, after the heart-pounding or heart-stopping rewards flashed by one by one, the three symbols on the slot machine finally settled on a cool knight's greatsword.

Roy's vision blurred, and in a daze, the lush forest behind him and the tranquil Baibo River in the distance vanished like a dream. In their place came swirling yellow sand and a majestic city standing atop the sand dunes, its main colors being blue, white, and gold.

Beneath the yellow sands, countless banners stood tall, and an endless mass of soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see. Above the sands, the city stood as if unchanged since time immemorial; the sweeping cannon fire could not penetrate its walls, and the overwhelming barrage of arrows could not pierce its sacred barrier. Twelve unwavering figures stood atop the immovable walls. In Roy's gaze, one of them drew a magnificent greatsword from his waist, stepped forward, and raised it high.

The next moment, the dazzling sun, as if summoned, poured down its boundless radiance, pouring into the sword and transforming the sword god into a pillar of light that reached the heavens and the earth.

The noisy army fell silent, the howling yellow sands stilled, and even the heavens and earth seemed to lose their luster under this single sword strike. The majestic knight, protected by the sun, swung his sword, seemingly cleaving down the sun along with it, and all things lost their light, plunging into darkness.

Roy shook his head, his vision still somewhat dizzy. This was a situation that should never occur in his current body, but Roy was not surprised at all.

After all, while Haisi has endless evolutionary potential, it is still somewhat presumptuous of him to face the light and temperature of the sun at this stage.

Composing himself and not letting anything slip, Roy reached for his waist, feeling the knight's greatsword that had replaced the original Unarmored Alliance's standard longsword—

Collectible item: The Holy Sword of the Sun.

Legend has it that the mighty Red Dragon King commanded twelve valiant knights. Among them, the Knight of the Sun was honored to receive a sword equal to the King's. This sword could draw upon the power of the sun, providing its wielder with significant attribute bonuses, and could also unleash accumulated solar power to launch a powerful, blazing solar strike.

[Note: If it did not draw upon the power of the sun, this sword would be a reliable greatsword.]

After reading the description of the collection, Roy felt a mix of emotions.

To be honest, the Sun Sword collectible definitely exceeds Roy's classification of B-grade collectibles. In Roy's system, a B-grade module should be one that surpasses the original owner's module in certain aspects. Therefore, collectibles obtainable only through the CB (Best Before) chain quest rewards should at most be B-grade collectibles that surpass the original in certain aspects. It's just that collectibles don't have an official grading system, which is why they haven't been formally labeled.

The Sun Sword, with its effects alone, far surpasses Roy's understanding of B-rank swords. It provides the swordsman with significant attribute boosts and unleashes a powerful solar strike. And there's no limit to the number of uses—doesn't that mean Roy's buffs and skills are unlimited as long as he's under sunlight?

Who came up with such an insane effect? ​​If the system's numerical design were in my previous life, they would have been posted on forums, online communities, and discussion groups, and would have had a resurrection contest with the module designers.

The problem is that this thing does have limitations, and the limitation is very simple—it only works under sunlight!

Roy now wishes he could transform into Ultraman Tiga and shout to all of Terra, "Raise your hands and lend me the light!" But alas, he cannot.

Since it can't be changed, this is troublesome. If the system could read a clock, it would know that the current time is 2:50 AM. What does 2:50 AM mean? In any case, there's definitely no sun. There is sunlight, but it's reflected from the double moon. Judging from the fact that my own Sun Holy Sword is completely unresponsive, it probably won't accept this secondhand item.

Good, that's ambitious!

Aside from being completely useless right now, it's practically perfect.

"Damn it, why are you giving me the Holy Sword of the Sun at this time? System, are you doing this on purpose or by accident?"

The module system remained as taciturn as ever, leaving Roy with a bellyful of complaints that he could only keep bottled up inside.

"So, have you thought of a solution?"

Seeing Roy's expression change rapidly, Marna, who was standing next to him, blinked and asked.

Roy turned around, looked at him, and nodded solemnly, saying, "I've got it."

Marna was taken aback, and asked with a mixture of disbelief and anticipation, "What method?"

Roy said, enunciating each word clearly, "Stay up until dawn!"

Marner: "..."

Roy: "I'm not kidding. As long as we hold out until dawn, we'll have a fight, and a very good one at that!"

Based on the scene Roy saw in the artifact's footage, one of the legendary twelve knights beside the red dragon wielded the Sun Sword, wielding it and nearly wiping out all the besieging enemy troops with a single strike. That strike was so powerful that it could make the heavens and earth lose their color and the sun and moon hang upside down. Roy didn't dare say he was on that level, but as long as they could hold out until dawn, with the Sun Sword and the help of Manna, repelling the Ursus army wouldn't be a problem.

But the question is, how can we survive until dawn?

The Ursus people weren't stupid either. The vanguard was followed by the regular army, war mages, battle-hardened elites, paratroopers, artillery, drone swarms, and even the most powerful land-based warships, the war fortress land-based ships. Since it gets dark late in winter, they had at least five to six more hours to hold out until dawn.

With just those 1,200 men, holding out for six hours? Even if Snitz came, let alone Marner, he couldn't manage it.