After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"Pay attention to tactical maneuvers and organize anti-aircraft fire!"

In March, the weather gradually warmed up, but the persistent dark clouds brought down a continuous drizzle that lasted for several days, soaking through clothes and taking away the body's warmth.

War may be a 59-minute wait, with the final minute determining life or death.

Lucas, who was traveling with the patrol guard, finally encountered a group of fleeing farmers and a swarm of locusts that blotted out the sky in a valley fifty miles outside the city of Kuru.

To put it bluntly, many villagers only learned of the upheavals in the human kingdom when the monsters appeared before their very eyes.

The well-informed nobles had long since vanished, with a large portion of them fleeing to the City of Decay and becoming lackeys of the Church of Salvation, using the villagers under their jurisdiction as a pledge of allegiance to the Church.

Kate, who receives a lot of information every day, is sometimes really curious about just how low humanity can go.

The current situation is chaotic enough, but the nobles still manage to come up with some truly baffling new tricks.

"As expected, the Duke was right. Solving the problem of the privileged class can eliminate ninety percent of the issues!" The veteran roared as he fired his crossbow bolts, then broke away from the ranks and shoved the panicked refugees one by one under the hooves of his warhorse.

The corpses of the man-eating locusts fell with a crackling sound. The veteran, who was attacked by the swarm because he was alone, quickly found himself in a fierce battle. The locusts' long mandibles tore through his armor, making a screeching sound.

At the critical moment, Lucas charged out with his sword, using his sharp swordsmanship and rapid footwork to cut through the locust army in an instant, pulling the veteran back to the ranks in a fierce battle.

"We'd be better off throwing you into a suicide squad than appointing you as our commander!"

Lucas's sarcastic remark elicited a burst of laughter from the veteran. "You little punk, trying to replace me on your first mission? Don't think I've never been in a suicide squad before!"

After several minutes of fierce fighting, the locust army, which had been mostly wiped out, gave up the attack. Without time to rest, the veteran rolled up the map and ordered his soldiers to immediately lead more than two hundred refugees to retreat.

"Everyone helped each other out, pulling those who couldn't walk, putting the elderly and children in the middle of the line, and the wounded all got on their horses."

"Don't give up, the safe zone is just ahead. As long as you keep up with the group, you'll be able to have a good meal and a good night's sleep."

After quickly arranging the evacuation plan, the energetic veteran kept encouraging the refugees to move forward. He knew that the refugees were exhausted. The rain made their trousers heavy and their feet were covered with mud. They had to be careful not to fall if they walked too fast.

But they could not stay; covering the evacuation of civilians within enemy territory was an extremely dangerous mission in itself.

After shouting his slogans, the veteran stopped and reached into his armor to check his cigarettes. As expected, the rain had soaked the lining of the cigarettes due to the locust attack, and the cigarettes had crumbled into a pile of sticky crumbs.

The veteran looked helpless, and Lucas pulled out a cigarette and handed it to him.

"Didn't you say that young people should smoke less of these things?"

"Consider it a debt I owe you. Our division commander has stockpiled a lot of good stuff. Let's go and swindle some back next time."

What privileges does veteran number 00006 have? Perhaps it's that when the division commander's big foot kisses his buttocks hard, he feels less force.

Kate, the commander of the Second Division, was actually a very easy-going person. The First Division emphasized discipline, the Third Division emphasized unity, and the Second Division emphasized not to accept the commander's cigarettes and alcohol.

To date, Kate's personal items borrowed include, but are not limited to, a washcloth (used to cover a soldier's private parts), a pack of socks (used to secure a stretcher), and a pair of leather shoes (purpose unknown, no one has returned them)...

Lucas was still very curious about this legendary division commander with a distinguished record, but at his rank, he was not qualified to meet with the commander privately.

However, Lucas never expected that the division commander's order would be directly delivered to their patrol squad.

"Reporting to the battalion commander, the division commander has ordered you to proceed immediately to the vicinity of Kurong City to receive the special forces members evacuating from the city. Two days later, the Loyal Death Legion will advance along the main road to within thirty miles of Kurong City."

After giving instructions, the light cavalrymen left behind boxes of supplies, saluted in unison, and then led the refugees away.

Lucas felt this was not a good thing; he didn't even know what the Special Forces were. He watched as the veteran beside him took two deep drags on his cigarette, wiped the water off his neck, and unfolded the map again.

"Just as you think, the enemy is about to launch a large-scale offensive."

The team members were unaware of the situation in Kuron, but the veterans were very clear about it. Special Forces Minister Dane and Operations Team Leader Catherine were in Kuron.

That area is both the core of the Salvation Church and the region where the Special Forces are most active.

The fact that the Special Forces are now taking the initiative to contact the 2nd Division, hoping that the soldiers of the 2nd Division can cover their withdrawal, can only mean one thing: the enemy has made preparations for a full-scale attack.

"Our mission is simple: those lunatics in the Special Forces will definitely make a big move before they leave, and then it will be very difficult for us to control their evacuation direction."

"The Loyal Death Legion's position here greatly relieves our defensive pressure. Once the Special Forces members have safely retreated into the jungle, we must also quickly retreat and continuously intercept enemy troops that have entered the jungle."

Lucas's brow twitched as he listened. Big moves... what big moves could they possibly make? If the enemy swarms out, can we hold them off with our small force?

However, since he had become a soldier, he had to obey orders unconditionally; deserting in the face of battle would be too shameful.

Having received their supplies, the patrol guards set off south again. Unlike Lucas's worries, Ereon, leading his loyalist legion on the main road, had a burning rage beneath his furrowed brow.

On March 17th, news came from the Special Forces that the Southern Principality had submitted to the Cursed Princess, the Prime Minister and Marshal lay dead in the streets, the Democratic Parliament was a mere formality, and now no one dared to resist the Cursed Princess's dictatorship.

Meanwhile, the armies of the Southern Duchy are gradually advancing northward.

Those so-called councilors from the Southern Principality are nothing but a bunch of cowardly wimps who only know how to talk big! This is the privileged class, arrogantly regarding their own interests as the national interest, and they won't give up even the slightest bit of their privileges, even if it means sacrificing the entire country!

What, you don't learn from any experience or lessons, yet you want to come to the North to learn from others?

Without a strong regime and a strong leader, the interests of the vast majority of people cannot be represented, and the so-called economic prosperity and national strength are all empty shells!

"The privileged inhabitants of the Southern Duchy have indulged in pleasure for too long. They have buried their best soldiers with their own hands, and now they have once again knelt down in their weakness. If we continue to let them run rampant, the Southern Duchy will only be a pile of bones in the future."

High Sister Arabella sighed and turned to Erión, suggesting, "We should teach the Southern Duchy a lesson. His Excellency the Duke once said that the elven army is a powerful tool to counterbalance the Southern Duchy."

Ereon nodded emphatically. "Good, I think our allies will agree to our invitation."