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Meanwhile, the frontline troops began to encounter small-scale resistance, mainly from small groups of troops controlled by local nobles and the private armies of local gentry families, as well as some completely disorganized and scattered troops.

In a normal marching attack, the doctor's side could sweep through the enemy without needing any air support.

But things are different now. They have to rush, and the hasty attack has caused a disconnect between the front and rear. The vanguard, lacking heavy weapons, was once locked in a fierce battle with these second- and third-rate guys.

As the Falcon soared through the sky, the cold, high-altitude clouds brushed against its black hull, feeling as if they were blowing on its face.

Of course, this was just an illusion caused by the Originium device. As the pilot, the little witch refocused her attention and kept an eye on any suspicious targets. Although the enemy probably did not have any aerial interception units, she still needed to be fully focused.

Unlike a hummingbird hovering at low altitudes, this one is already close to the Originium cloud. If it accidentally rushes in, the energy of the Originium device will be released in a short time, and various control components based on Synthetic Jade and Originium will also be severely interfered with.

It's easy for the plane to crash. As for the other aviation strategist in the back seat, he is specifically responsible for operating the pods. If it's a weapons pod, he's responsible for attacking, while if it's a reconnaissance pod, he's responsible for taking photos and videos.

“It’s truly horrible.” The operator’s surface thoughts traveled through the interconnected wet pipes into the pilot’s mind. “Isn’t it?” Looking down from the sky, the earth was littered with traces of burning and abandoned town modules.

The farmland, which should have been cultivated in the spring, was desolate and barren, and few chimneys in the factory areas were still emitting smoke. Instead, the roads and buildings were mostly marked with damage and charred remains from fires.

"Originium Scan Activated." The falcon slowed down, its belly compartment opened, and a strip about half a meter long slowly extended out. This thing that looked like an antenna was actually an Originium staff, used to cast Originium sensing spells.

Soon, images of the intensity of Originium radiation in a unit area were continuously drawn on paper, including the detected Originium radiation waveforms and peak data.

This helps in analyzing the location of a target's radar, armory, production center, and various large-scale devices that use Originium, such as generators. It also includes, of course, the phenomenon of concentrated spellcasting.

"Air raid, head down!" The sergeant, who was fighting a group of rioters, saw the strange black shadow in the sky that was different from a bird and shouted decisively. Almost all the infantrymen who had been hit on the front line abandoned their fighting with the rioters at the same time, as if something was chasing them, and jumped into cover or any position that could shield them from the fire from the sky.

The southern soldiers and the refugees on the other side, who had never seen such a scene before, were startled by the shout. They thought the other side was going to use some powerful weapon, so they all hid to the side. Several minutes later, the black shadow had already swept across the airspace, and nothing happened.

Because this group was only conducting reconnaissance and did not carry weapon pods, it did not prevent the troops that had withdrawn from the front lines from being like frightened birds. Anyone who did not learn to immediately seek cover upon seeing these strange black shadows was blown up.

Those who die a more aesthetically pleasing death from a hummingbird or a regular spell drone's grenade will at least have their corpse intact.

If they were to die at the hands of those enormous falcons or those manned machines, the optimistic estimate would be that a squad of infantrymen would end up with no more than the size of a bucket.

Including the payload of the bombing machine, a single Falcon bomber could carry two 200-kilogram metallic hydrogen bombs and drop them on the position, instantly creating craters the size of two basketball courts. There would be no shrapnel; the sheer shockwave would flatten a stretch of ground several hundred meters long. [The craters wouldn't be very large, but the shockwave's fan-shaped area would be enormous...]

Even if the other side is reluctant to use these incredibly expensive bombs, the azide-filled explosives can still vaporize an entire squad. And the manned "Wild Bee" suicide drones they release, although they don't have high explosive charges, are numerous!

They swarmed onto the battlefield, sending fragments and shrapnel flying everywhere, capable of tearing a human body to shreds and turning it into a pile of unrecognizable rotten flesh.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." With a deep sound, the falcon drew a U-shape in the sky and began to turn and return. It had run out of fuel and film, and had also completed the planned reconnaissance area.

It must be said that the biggest problem with the aviation sorcerer is that information and intelligence cannot be transmitted back quickly; they must return to base to obtain intelligence.

Because its payload is simply not large enough to carry the "Little Cat" mental radar wet system, which is something that can only be carried by larger manned early warning aircraft or airborne command aircraft, it cannot transmit data to the wet system brain and then convert it into electromagnetic waves to be transmitted back to the Rhodes Island data center.

It's even more impossible to read the scenes seen by the aviation sorcerers and then recreate them in Rhodes Island's command center.

Therefore, they could only use a very old method: after the plane took the photos, it would return and submit the photos, the recorded drawings, and various data for analysis.

There was a considerable delay, but fortunately, the enemy did not have the ability to exploit this delay, not even their so-called elite troops, since they were not the elite forces of the Great Yan or Victoria.

"It's a complete festering mess. Originally, we only planned to concentrate the sores in a few areas and then cut them off directly, but now it's all rotten." The doctor looked at the completed map of the south with a pained expression.

Those burn marks, city modules, and abandoned areas are all scars. Now, these scars are not only numerous but also scattered throughout the Southern Territory, not concentrated in a few areas as originally planned, where they can be easily removed.

The localized ulceration turned into a half-body skin disease. If this is Therese's ultimate resistance plan, then W's "flower offering" plan can be approved directly. The original purpose of keeping this guy alive was to maintain basic order in the South.

Let the venom and pus be drawn to Theresis, gather them together, and then dig them out with one slash, preventing them from spreading everywhere and turning half the country into a wasteland.

Now, these things are everywhere, and even though the frontline troops are moving at full speed, they can't keep up with the rate of decay.

If they also possessed such lightning-fast mobility on the battlefield, the Doctor's side would have to pay a considerable price and make significant sacrifices to win this war.

"If they had half the speed and perseverance they have now when they attacked, we would have lost long ago."

Peter stared speechlessly at the refugee camp before him, now completely burned to the ground. Clearly, the deserters had looted the camp, leaving behind only charred corpses and the numb, terrified eyes of the elderly, women, and children staring at the newly arrived regiment.

"Great! Tell headquarters we've encountered refugees and request reinforcements to take them in."

The Doctor's team wasn't rushing to simply eliminate the enemy; they were rushing to quickly rebuild the order that was on the verge of complete collapse. Naturally, they couldn't just loot and run like the other side. They had to leave these people some time and supplies to sustain them until the subsequent containment forces arrived.

This has also increased the pressure on the troops' supplies. The production and transportation of various materials are almost unable to keep up with the consumption at the front. Vegetables that were barely available before have now become dehydrated vegetables. According to the logistics department, it is estimated that even dehydrated vegetables will be gone in a while.

The only food available to them was luncheon meat and sausages from the Xia Group. The only force that could still maintain some fighting strength was the Sarkaz Cavalry Division, which could barely survive for another day or two on mare's milk.

However, it wasn't much better, since the warhorses ate better than people, and their appetites were astonishing.

The only advantage of being in the South is that their mobility is not limited by various spare parts and fuel rods.

After all, finding fuel for vehicles here is more difficult than finding a few unburnt granaries or scavenging eggs and hay from the nobles' warehouses and estates.

"Damn it! It's this stuff again!" On the other side, Ivan threw a box of fuel rods he had found aside. These were for agricultural machinery and factory generators, and their fuel specifications were completely different from those of his Titan tank and those imitation Great Flame tanks.

Fuel rods are rod-shaped objects made of pure Originium and synthetic jade according to a certain structure. If the size is not right, they cannot be put into the engine or generator. Unlike fuel engines, which only require the fuel to meet the standards.

The fuel rods they used were all of the standard specifications set by Lao Xia: 16 cm in diameter and 65 cm high, with a D-type contact structure made of different steel shells. They were designed to be protected against Originium radiation, not prone to explosion or overheating, and had stable energy release and low heat loss.

However, both heterosteel and D32 steel are very expensive, and only powerful nations like those in the North, which have their own advanced smelting plants and volcanic mines, can use them in large quantities.

The South uses iron contacts and ordinary metal casings, so these problems are not significant. The ordnance department's technical officers can make some modifications to make do with the problem, which can be done in a way that damages the engine's lifespan or reduces the fuel rod's lifespan as a temporary measure.

Even in southern regions, sizes of 12x60cm and 8x55cm can be used with a bracket and extended contacts.

But all they found were the 20x110 cm fuel rods commonly used in industrial generators and large agricultural machinery in the south. These things simply couldn't fit in; it's not like sharpening a pencil where you can shave off a ring and cut it off to make it usable.

"Damn it, those cavalrymen actually outpaced us..." Without fuel and spare parts, the armored units couldn't keep up with the cavalry next door. "How long until the fuel arrives?!"

"All the transport vehicles have been dispatched; headquarters told us to figure it out ourselves..."

"Damn it, where am I supposed to find a solution? I'm not some forest fairy who can give you whatever you want." Ivan scratched his bald forehead in frustration. "Go and see if there are any other sizes available. If not, all the vehicles will be stuck."

No wonder those guys didn't destroy the fuel when they left; they knew they wouldn't need it.

Actually, that's not the case at all. The reason is that these large fuel rods are not easy to convert into cash, are dangerous to transport, and are heavy. They are not as convenient to carry as synthetic jade, pure source stone, and small fuel rods.

Therefore, the enemy, with their years of experience challenging Lipin, caused Ivan's armored forces tons of trouble.

Chapter 88's title is so sleepy~

Chapter 88

Faced with an offensive that seemed to come crashing down like Mount Tai, Theresis's army, which was already almost completely disorganized, offered virtually no resistance.

This is precisely what the doctor is most worried about. They are not worried about the battlefield, since the pigs will not surrender en masse. What they fear is that the pigs will flee at the first sign of trouble and collapse at the first contact. In that case, there will be hundreds of thousands of pigs running around everywhere to catch.

If the Doctor's attack area is marked on a map of the South Kazdel Plains, it forms a long, narrow triangle, with its edge pointing directly at Theresis's temporary capital.

However, the speed of this devastating sword strike was decreasing, and it was even delayed in a small town about 20 kilometers away from the capital.

"Regent! Regent!" Two noblemen dressed as generals hurried through the chaotic corridor. Along the way, serious-looking clerks could be seen passing documents and intelligence, quickly relaying orders, and emergency meetings were constantly being held in conference rooms and offices.

However, these are all just appearances, merely a way of showing that one is not doing nothing and just watching.

"Excuse me!" The office was packed, but the Regent was nowhere to be seen. "Where is His Highness the Regent?"

"They've gone to inspect the troops outside the city..."

"But we just came from..." Instantly, sweat poured down the heads of the two nobles. They had been suppressing the rebellion in the military camp, but the rebellion had not been quelled.

Instead, the elite troops who were inexplicably blamed received orders from the Regent to attend an emergency internal meeting.

When a fortress is lost, someone has to take the blame. The nobles may know that soldiers are power, and the manor lords also know that they can't afford to offend ordinary soldiers.

But the bureaucrats who came up with the idea and carried out the transfer order didn't know, or even cared, and shifting blame was their top priority.

Thus, the blame was placed on these angry soldiers and officers. Fortunately, although the aristocratic forces were corrupt, backward, and sluggish, they were still quite shrewd when it came to military matters.

After all, for nobles, wearing robes and carrying swords are two completely different concepts. No matter how stingy a noble is, they will ruthlessly exploit their subjects and bleed the conscripted soldiers dry.

However, they would never mistreat their personal guards and squires, ensuring they received ample protection in terms of equipment and treatment.

Therefore, at this critical moment, the noble officers managed to suppress the emotions of their soldiers and shift the blame back to the bureaucratic group. Even the Doctor's side was unable to achieve true unity of purpose, with the usual factions still present, not to mention Theresis's makeshift team.

The feudal nobles and the commercial nobles, the noble officers and the courtiers in robes, the nobles and the bureaucrats of the south, the manor owners, and so on—these factions were deeply intertwined. They only managed to maintain their cooperative relationship because of the common enemy, the Doctor. When the wall fell and everyone was pushing each other aside, it was only natural that they would fight amongst themselves.

Meanwhile, in a small town some distance from the capital, a man said, "Our relationship as ruler and subject is pretty much over. I, Theresis, have done all sorts of bad things and no good things. I don't think I've ever been harsh or unfair to you, nor do I believe I've given you any riches or honors..."

Therese gave a wry smile as he looked at his subordinates, who still retained some loyalty and order.

Although he couldn't achieve anything significant due to numerous constraints, he couldn't be a mere clown either.

Losing is losing. Admitting defeat gracefully and making a proper retreat is a viable way out. If you want to admit defeat gracefully, then these people are your last resort.

"Therefore, as your sovereign, in this precarious situation, I can only offer you one last way out. I hope you will heed my words," Theresis shook his head, casting aside his deep sorrow.

Honestly, he believed he could hold his own against the Doctor, but all the insects were on his side, and he didn't have the Doctor's powerful allies.

Or rather, before his Stand is blown up, he could take his time and return to Dr. Kazdel's current methods.

However, with his entire power almost completely collapsed, he had no choice but to collude with these scoundrels to have a sliver of hope for survival.

"Further south lies the granary near the southern plains. You can control these three cities and grain-producing areas. Moreover, to the west lies a densely populated industrial hub. As long as you can keep these places from falling into chaos, the Yankees won't be too harsh on you when they come."

"As for the local officials and so on, even if the Yankees come, they will not escape death at this time. Rather, if they are pardoned, you will not be able to survive. It is better to eliminate them completely."

As soon as Theresis said this, he felt much better. "The Yankees may have all sorts of perverse practices, but they do treat people like human beings. As long as you all abide by their rules, there is always a chance for you to rise again in the future."

"Uh..." A murmur rippled through the audience. It must be said that Therese did have some personal prestige, and his personal charm was not entirely absent. His candid and open discussion about the lighting project was so frank that even these slightly intelligent elite officers couldn't completely ignore it.

"Well then, farewell..." Theresis headed straight for Rembiton with only a few personal guards. Before that, some of his valuables and easily convertible trinkets had already been sent to the border. He could just live a peaceful life as a recluse from now on.

As for Theresis, in the midst of the chaos of war, it would be extremely difficult to trace his whereabouts.

Moreover, as someone who has played two games of chess with the Doctor, how could he possibly make a sudden exit without setting up some smokescreens?

“He ran away…” The doctor shook his head, pulled down the flag representing Theresis and threw it aside. “Oh well, he ran away, so be it. You can take away the commander of an army, but you can’t take away the will of a common man. His ambition and spirit have collapsed, and it will be difficult for him to rise again in the future.”

When a person's spirit collapses, their whole being collapses, and it's absolutely impossible for them to rise again. This is the principle behind the saying "one effort, then decline, then exhaustion." This is exactly the state that Therese is in now, having "exhausted after the third effort."

"What about W?"

"Just say that Theresis was blown up by her long ago, and this one is a substitute. The reason is simple: ask her if she believes Theresis would give up her power and all her resources to rebuild her life and live a life of quiet desperation." Just don't tell W that Theresis was in a state of complete moral collapse and only wanted to survive.

Therefore, W should be convinced that this is just a stand-in for Theresis, who is pretending to be the regent for a while, and then he can take this opportunity to quickly abscond with the money.

Anyway, that Zaun cockroach is just a one-sided fan, not someone who would kill even a Stand. On the contrary, she's happy that the Stand went off to have fun with Theresis's coffin scroll.

"The problem now is what to do with the front lines and the southern occupied territories?" The Doctor's head was starting to ache. If you're talking about how difficult it is to govern, it's actually quite simple: throw out those royalists from Rhodes Island, and then put a couple of "activists" on the heads of these "rebels" and "revolters."

The city lord is still the city lord, the tax collector is still the tax collector, and Master Huang is still Master Huang, only now he's become more civilized and can no longer be called Master Huang, but Mr. Huang.

So the southern lands are practically settled by a mere proclamation. But if there's any disturbance, like someone claiming to be the legitimate ruler starting a world war on Terra or the future Ark Project to debate legitimacy, there will immediately be people trying to use the Doctor and his team's heads as stepping stones, and the south will descend into chaos again.

There will be no shortage of people who collude with foreign powers and betray the country through internal and external cooperation. Moreover, when the time comes, it will be difficult to back down. These people have been operating in the area for a long time and have become part of our own territory. The cost of cleaning them up will be much greater than on the battlefield.

Therefore, this "simple method" is completely unusable, and even the method of killing and killing by the loyalists is unusable.