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The Sarkaz Principality, hidden deep in the mountains, was wiped out by a group of militia. Even the patrol cavalry (cops) in the nearby towns were stunned when they received the report.

Frankly, if the money hadn't shrunk by thousands of times, it wouldn't have been impossible to breach several villages or even threaten a town.

After all, the militia were just ordinary workers and farmers who had been trained for a few months and could not withstand any casualties. If these resistance fighters really had the money to smuggle some heavy weapons and heavy armor from Rembiton, they could still stage the traditional scene of a few knights killing thousands of peasant soldiers.

The militia only had the most basic tools and some outdated weapons like swords. Against standard equipment, they were at a disadvantage; slingshots and catapults couldn't inflict much damage on heavy armor either.

The problem is that when their enemies only have old swords and ancient leather robes for defense, that's a different story.

Compared to the resistance forces funded by Victoria, the guerrillas funded by Rembitox were slightly stronger. They had more than 300 strong men, all former noble warriors who had spent their lives learning how to fight with a knife. It was indeed unlikely that they would be able to work as regular 9-to-5 laborers.

The guards and patrol cavalry no longer need so many old aristocratic warriors, and the army, due to changes in modern warfare technology, only needs honest, reliable, intelligent, and educated soldiers.

Otherwise, they would have a hard time understanding how to use those new equipment and would cause a lot of trouble for their allies.

For example, in terms of basic coordination, these old samurai find it difficult to change their charging formation. Their physical memory will cause them to automatically form a dense triangular formation when the charge sounds, and then be completely evaporated by the enemy's cannon fire.

This kind of muscle memory, formed over a long period of time on the battlefield and training ground, is impossible to change.

Therefore, the army had no choice but to eliminate these people, but compared to the samurai who were originally soldiers of New Kazdel, those who came later fared much worse.

Because of their connections with the military, the former would be given priority in being assigned to agencies such as the Rangers and the Railway Guards. Some would even be assigned relatively easy jobs as mine foremen, as a way of thanking them for their previous service and as compensation for being eliminated midway.

However, the remaining samurai class in the occupied territories were not so lucky. After all, they had risked their lives, shed blood and sweat, during the process of establishing and unifying the country, and they deserved to be properly resettled.

These people are criminals who hinder the unification of the country. Even if they are not purged afterward, they will not be given any preferential treatment. Naturally, these warriors who have lost their honor, status and past life are the most steadfast opponents of New Kazdel, and are also the main members of guerrillas, resistance armies and various bandits and gangs in various places.

Even if their former masters have resigned themselves to their fate, these people will never compromise, because they truly have nowhere else to go, and their killing skills are only valuable on the battlefield.

However, the guerrilla force of over three hundred strong men did not remain arrogant for long. "They're all up on the hill ahead," a young farmer, his face covered in dust and tears, pointed to the hills and roared with hatred, "I can see them all clearly!"

He was simply going to the city to sell his recently harvested vegetables. Since greenhouses were installed in the village, selling vegetables has become the biggest source of income for dozens of households in the village.

However, upon returning home, they found only a village engulfed in flames and littered with corpses, despite the militia and patrolling cavalry's fiercest resistance. Outnumbered and lacking war equipment, they were forced to evacuate with the few survivors remaining.

The young man who lost his entire family volunteered to be a guide for the troops coming from the city, determined to make those villains pay the price.

"Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." The young man wiped his eyes. "I didn't see everyone, but some of them were walking slowly and were carrying a lot of things, so I saw them."

"It's not certain just because of a few people. Oh well, it's such a waste of all the trees on this mountain."

The company commander sighed. It was such a waste that the fruit trees they had worked so hard to plant had to be destroyed before they could even bear their first harvest.

"Fire incendiary bombs, watch the wind direction, don't set all the mountains on fire." Several dragon flame incendiary bombs landed in the forest, and raging fires quickly rose up. Soon, shouts of battle could be heard. Realizing that they had been discovered and that the army was preparing to burn the mountains, the warriors hiding inside could no longer hold back.

Compared to being burned alive, it's much more satisfying to go out and fight. Besides, there's only one company here, not many in number, so the chances of breaking through are still quite high.

The samurai charged towards the troops in dense formation, while the company commander merely glanced at his former comrades with pity. As one of the very few junior officers retained due to their military command talent and skills, he knew their fate and why they had to do these things. However, compassionate mercy and ruthless methods were not contradictory.

"Get closer, don't give them a chance to escape back." The closer you get, the higher the hit rate, and the longer the distance the enemy has to run to escape. At their pace, they have no chance of outrunning the arrows.

"Clatter-clatter—" The ammunition belt rolled rapidly with the help of the winch, and with a crisp "click," the replica Columbia rapid-fire electromagnetic crossbow was ready.

Kazdel did not use a crossbow as a primary acceleration method. Old Xia's supercapacitor technology could directly launch electromagnetically, but it had to be connected to a small tower thermoelectric generator, making it a vehicle-mounted or three-person-responsible heavy machine gun device.

A company has at least one of these heavy machine guns, and in order to completely annihilate the target, they have also reinforced themselves with an additional mortar and a heavy machine gun. For an enemy force of only three hundred men, this configuration is nothing short of luxurious.

This also shows how annoyed the higher-ups were by what they did; it's almost March or April, and the first quarter report is due soon.

At a time when everyone is focused on achieving political success, you suddenly bring up a heinous incident like burning down and massacring villages. The fact that you didn't send in tanks is already a sign of extreme caution and rationality.

Electromagnetic rapid-fire weapons require a small motor to handle loading and stabilizing the feed, as they lack the combustion gases to power the bolt and feed the next round. Furthermore, relying on springs and gravity for feeding is highly unreliable for heavy machine guns and flechette ammunition. Therefore, only a small motor can be installed to pull the ammunition into the firing zone.

"100 meters!" The machine gunner gripped the fire button, and the riflemen lazily attached their under-barrel grenade launchers. They quickly closed to within 50 meters, and the ferocious expressions on their faces were almost visible. The warriors seemed to sense their opponents' intentions, drew their swords, and charged at an even faster pace toward the firing point, which had no cover or barbed wire or other defensive fortifications.

"Buzz!" The sound of the high-speed electromagnetic emission was like a buzzer, emitting a rapid and terrifying buzzing sound, which, combined with the sharp sound of air being cut, formed an indescribable long vibrato.

If this were on the northern Sami battlefield, it would instantly awaken the Ursus people's physical memories, causing each of them to decisively leap into cover and lie down, because it was the sound of Death sharpening his scythe on a whetstone.

"Pfft!" The arrows easily pierced through the simple armor worn by these people, making strange "pfft" sounds. They penetrated the muscles, tore apart the organs, and the specially designed expanding arrowheads would automatically expand after entering the body, taking away a piece of flesh at least the size of a soup bowl.

If you hit the thigh or arm, those limbs will move away from you; if you hit the torso...

Immediately, fragments of internal organs and other debris filled the air, with intestines and other junk smeared all over the faces and heads of the comrades behind them.

No one can maintain morale and fighting spirit amidst such a hellish massacre, and the explosion of the rifle grenade is the hammer that utterly shatters the enemy's spine.

Soon, the battlefield fell silent. There was no resistance or any sound from any living creature. Only a few lucky ones stood blankly in the middle of the bloody slaughterhouse, wandering around like soulless zombies, before being pinned down and tied up.

All that awaited them was trial and the gallows. "Tsk, I thought it might be a bit more exciting."

The company commander waved his hand, signaling the troops to retreat and clean up the battlefield. He deliberately left the firing positions exposed without setting up cover or roadblocks, but instead set up another hidden firing position behind them. This was a decoy to lure out possible heavy weapon support from the enemy.

Before discovering any heavy weapons, he wondered if he had overplayed his hand and underestimated the enemy. In the end, he found out the enemy genuinely didn't have any heavy weapons, and his previous performance had been a complete waste of time.

"Bang!" The scene that happened in the Victoria Council also played out in Rembiton. Compared to being defeated by the militia, the recipients they funded were indeed commendable, at least they deployed regular troops, right?

The problem is that they spend several times more money than Victoria, and Victoria and Kazdel are not adjacent, but Rembiton is!

However, it did have some effect; Victoria's media began extensively reporting on Kazdel's deployment of troops to suppress "dissidents." But strangely, Colombia didn't follow suit this time.

Well, because they couldn't follow the trend, any media outlets that planned to report on this eye-catching news were warned by Colombian arms dealers.

Because the performance of the replica Colombian electromagnetic crossbow in this battle was so outstanding that it was practically a natural advertisement. Any media that dared to smear it at this time would be investigated by Black Steel International.

Blacksteel International, as the manufacturer, was already being lenient with Victoria by not playing this clip on a 24/7 loop. He was hoping to get Congress to purchase more electromagnetic crossbows. As for suppressing dissidents—wouldn't that be even better?

Since Colombia and Victoria are really suppressing dissidents, and this thing is so useful in that regard, shouldn't the gentlemen buy more of it?

[PS]

Even after so many years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there have been occasional instances of police officers inadvertently destroying a dynasty hidden deep in the mountains.

Therefore, Kazdel is no exception; this phenomenon will continue for decades, with one person emerging from time to time and then being wiped out by the police.

Chapter Eighteen: The Munich Conspiracy

Chapter 18

With the capture of Sami by Ursus, Ursus's territory bordered Colombia, and it seemed that Ursus and Colombia were about to escalate the war.

At this time, Victoria took the lead in convening a meeting of various countries in Minos to discuss the matter, which can be regarded as Terra's first world-class international conference.

Even countries like Kazdel, which are not widely recognized, sent representatives to the venue, and even the Great Yan sent its own officials to participate.

Of course, Da Yan's purpose in participating was not really to get involved, but to express his own presence.

"Hmph!" The envoy of Great Yan brushed past the envoy of Kazdel and let out a cold snort. After all, the Kazdel people had given them a great embarrassment, which was hard for the people of Great Yan to accept.

Whether they were gentry and bureaucrats or officials with real ambitions, they were all the same. The former, needless to say, had never seen such a lack of respect before, which really shocked their superior mentality. The latter, on the other hand, were all patriots.

No patriot can remain unperturbed when their country's dignity is insulted, even if reason tells them that Kazdel is not to blame. Nevertheless, the other party's blatant disregard for dignity is still embarrassing.

"Tsk—" Kal'tsit shook her head with her arms crossed. The Great Yan people have the right to be proud.

However, she glanced at the arrogant Rembitons, but she had no idea what they were so proud of.

"Greetings, Sir Kal'tsit. I never expected to meet you here." A gentleman wearing a top hat, a neat black double-breasted coat, and holding a silver-edged cane approached.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the High Inquisitor. It is a pleasure that you have time to come in person." Kal'tsit smiled. These were envoys from Iberia. They were only there to make a formality at this meeting, but they did not expect that the High Inquisitor would come in person.

"It mainly involves the improper use of some evil creatures during wartime."

The judge made a pointed remark, clearly referring to the presence of Ursus's inner guards and other demonic traces. "Regarding this matter, the Holy Maiden of Sherag and the Fate Altar of Great Yan have also arrived."

One of the main reasons Da Yan came to participate was this. Ursus was right next to him. If the demons of Ursus broke free, Da Yan's mind would explode. Surrounded by demons and monsters from all sides, life would be completely unbearable.

"However, I'm curious, why would Kazdel come to participate?"

"Because of Victoria's invitation" and also of Kazimir's, they could not allow such a force that had already caused regional imbalances to operate outside the international order they had established.

"Sir Kal'tsit, greetings..."

"Good day, Lord Witt," Kal'tsit nodded to Witt. "What I'm curious about is whether the profits Ursus received from Sami are enough to cover the costs of its investment."

Kal'tsit implied that Sami was not a wealthy man, and that this war was a pure burden rather than a benefit for Ursus.

"Of course, to use a proverb from the Great Yan Dynasty, sometimes, suffering a loss is not a bad thing, but may even be a good thing."

Witt smiled and said that the war gave the emperor a legitimate reason to implement wartime control, issue military scrip to replace the current currency of Ursus, and then use the interests of the Sami to turn this military scrip into legal tender, and that would be the end of it.

Ursus' interests lie not in Sami, but domestically; conversely, Colombia's interests lie in Sami. Therefore, the upcoming meeting is likely to be quite interesting.

As for the Sami's interests? Nobody cares. Colombia needs a buffer zone, Ursus needs to bleed money to recover, and Colombia needs to make some kind of promise to the Sami to buy time for its domestic plans. The fate of the Sami is none of their concern.

Similarly, the Glassval people who appeared at the venue had nothing to do with the fate of the Glassval. "This is the tragedy of the weak," Kal'tsit sighed.

"And you, Sir? Are you strong or weak?" Turning her head, Victoria's representative slightly raised her hand in greeting. "Hehe—" That was Kal'tsit's response.

The time before the meeting is a period of private promises and networking among countries. In reality, the speeches at the meeting are just a formality, and the true fate of each other has already been decided in the meeting room outside the meeting room.

Compared to the bustling Great Yan next door, Kazdel's residence was incredibly deserted, probably only comparable to Sami and Glass Valbi. Only the Iberian Inquisitor came to chat for a while about some upcoming cooperation issues.

Ursus and Colombia were busy receiving envoys from all sides, and then sending their own envoys to make promises and win over others. Victoria, as the host, was extremely busy.

As for Da Yan, although he didn't want to get involved in specific matters, no one would forget about it, and it was quite a lively affair with people coming and going.

“So, our peace and quiet won’t last much longer.” Kal’tsit was happy with this leisure. Back in Rhodes Island, she used to visit people everywhere, racking her brains to make money and build connections. Now she could just sit here and wait for people to come to her.

Whatever happens on the western front is irrelevant to Kazdel. All they need to do now is consolidate their manpower, prepare for the world war, and then establish a presence in the northern duchy of Ursus, waiting for an opportunity during the world war.

In addition to opening up a route to the Arctic, we also need to find a way to utilize the technology of Victoria and Columbia, and the Great Yan will not be spared either.

Conquering them all would be too difficult and take too long, but it is necessary to take the lead in establishing an international cooperative organization. However, to do this and to take the lead in it, we must have impressive achievements to show for ourselves.

Therefore, Ursus, which is corrupt and weak in the midst of transformation, is the best target, and its mineral resources and land must also be in our hands.

"Ursus's invasion of the Sami people is not recognized by any country. The Sami people should achieve independence and autonomy, and they should have the right to continue living on the land of their ancestors for generations to come..."

Sami, the representative, passionately voiced his demands at the meeting, but the audience below gave him a strange look.

“It’s no use…” If progress can’t be made on the battlefield, it won’t be here either. Kal’tsit watched the farce with a cold eye.

As expected, the Ursus representative arrogantly stated that the Sami lands were originally part of Ursus, only the Sami people had separated, so it was perfectly reasonable for the Ursus people to reclaim them.

Furthermore, Ursus stated that Sami had been negligent in its fight against the demons, leading to repeated demonic invasions of the Ursus border, which he suspected might be intentional on Sami's part. Therefore, conquering Sami and rebuilding the northern demon barrier was imperative.

As for the interests of Sami sacrificed here, it was just a small sacrifice made for the safety of the whole world. This forced the people of Da Yan to agree as if they had eaten shit. They had no choice but to agree. The reason why Da Yan protected Dongguo was exactly the same as the reason why Ursus occupied Sami.

Watching someone else's farce has backfired, dragging them into it themselves. To be honest, this was something the Great Yan people really didn't expect, and they have to agree with Ursus's point; otherwise, things might have turned the Eastern Kingdom into a vassal state.

Of course, Da Yan is not afraid of anyone interfering in this matter. After all, Dongguo and Terra do not border each other. They are separated by Da Yan's vast territory, which is completely their backyard. Moreover, to be fair, if Da Yan transfers Zhenhai Army away, Dongguo will really be flattened by Hai Si.

However, while it may not affect the country, taking the blame back home would greatly impact one's career.

[It feels like the officialdom of the Great Yan Dynasty was somewhere between the Song and mid-Ming Dynasties. You could say that figures like Wang Anshi and Su Shi were all people with lofty ideals and outstanding talents, but when factional strife broke out, these outstanding individuals ended up having the opposite effect...]