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But that's the reality. Most soldiers stayed listlessly in their barracks, with the mobile fortresses and outposts being the only places where they felt safe. They showed remarkable resistance to missions that required them to go out on patrol and watch.

That meant a high probability of being attacked by the enemy's precision marksmen, those terrifying ghosts and demons who used their traditional skills of dealing with the Ursus Inspectors in the forest and riding and raiding in the wilderness, moving like the wind and attacking like fire. Any squad that let their guard down even slightly could be sniped.

Although only one or two people die each time, a large number of junior officers are sniped. Many soldiers are very resistant to promotion and meritorious service because it means that they have a higher probability of becoming a corpse on the next mission.

In this situation, no matter how much the generals wanted a quick victory, they had no choice but to give up and pin their hopes on the Victorians in the center successfully defeating Syracuse and then attacking the central region of Kazdel.

The Letanians considered using magic to defeat magic and trained their own sniper soldiers in an attempt to use magic to defeat magic. This initially proved quite effective, as sniping was also a tough nut to crack for the enemy.

Then, they upgraded their sniper squad, allocating some valuable assault rifles made from nano-honeycombs to the spotters, turning single-shot sniper rifles into long-range shots.

Once the two sides encounter each other, due to the qualitative difference in rate of fire and power, the Leitanian sniper squad is often wiped out along with their cover.

Sniping Sarkaz officers is also difficult because the Doctor didn't retain many old noble officers, making everyone on the other side look the same. It's hard to identify who the officers are, and even if you do, they're unlikely to escape the enemy's extremely swift counter-fire.

However, this method of using magic to fight magic did alleviate some of the pressure. At the very least, those demon snipers were not so arrogant, and it ensured that the area around the military camp and supply depot was at least safe. Also, since there was a lack of high ground in the wild, it was difficult for snipers at low positions to snipe targets on tall ships and moving vehicles.

Kazdel, the 227th Armored Division Base, is quite a distance from the front lines, separated by a newly built city block.

This is an integrated mech division, a new unit formed by retraining newly recruited reserve soldiers after the mech units that suffered heavy losses at the front lines withdrew, and it has been supplemented with new tanks and various combat vehicles.

Kazdel benefits from its gradually recovering and expanding industry, its previous war reserves, and Old Xia's mining technology, resulting in a large stockpile of vehicles and weaponry. However, as the war has progressed, the consumption of these resources has been substantial.

Under normal circumstances, such reorganized troops can only be kept as second-line troops, waiting for a period of integration before they can be put to use.

However, they didn't have that much time. Syracuse was already calling for help because, although Victoria had not declared war, their fleet was positioned on the border and could rush into Syracuse's territory at any time.

This means that the Doctor and his team must reserve enough troops to guard against attacks from behind, not to mention that there is also a Rembiton lurking on the side. Their industrial power is also very strong, which means that the only land ships and heavy armored units need to be divided between the two sides. When facing Letania head-on, they can only focus on defensive operations.

"Why are there still women?" The veteran who had been withdrawn from the front lines and assigned to this new unit was surprised to find a large number of female soldiers in the camp. "Have women been forced to go to the battlefield now?"

Years of war and brief periods of rest and recuperation could not restore the sex ratio of the Kazdel people. A large number of men died in the war, and conscripting more men would cause problems. Conscripting female soldiers was also a common occurrence.

Moreover, unlike in the world of anime, most Sarkaz women are not exactly beautiful or delicate, though perhaps they were when they were young. But... those recruited are all incredibly strong women, capable of riding horses on their arms.

Although a few short years cannot change the gender ratio, most of the new generation are still young children.

However, it can greatly change the previously frail physique of these people. Abundant nutrition and heavy labor on the farm can help these originally petite and slender Sarkaz women evolve into female dwarves, only lacking a big beard.

However, the female soldiers in the camp now are not the tough women from the rural defense teams we had worked with before. They all look delicate and timid. Can they really go to the battlefield and fight?

“Those are the communications support battalion and the army aviation battalion. We usually call them the stretcher team. You’d better not offend those young ladies. I don’t want to find that communications are down on the battlefield and I’m left helpless.” The captain grabbed the restless old man.

Why are they called a stretcher team?

"Because that army aviation battalion has remote medical drones, if you want to get medical treatment as soon as possible after being injured and be taken back to the field hospital as quickly as possible, it's best to get along well with these young ladies." The captain also felt that there might be trouble if a group of young ladies who looked like they came from a brothel appeared in the military camp which was only full of rough men and tough women, but this was an order from the superiors and there was no way to stop it.

In fact, these people used to work in brothels. However, now they are mostly technical personnel such as aviation engineers, communications support staff, and even mechanical engineers.

There's no way around it; high-class brothels invest heavily in training their young women—which means they do receive a considerable... well, education.

"Clang, clang, clang—" The wrench struck the armored hood twice, and soon a Sarkaz girl with a face covered in grease emerged from under the chassis. She had light gray hair and a rather delicate and pretty face. However, she was wearing a dirty vest and carrying repair tools.

"Stop rushing me, it's being fixed!" he yelled irritably as soon as he came out. "Next time I catch that idiot 'beep—' waddling around in four-wheel drive mode again, I'll cut off his 'beep—' and shove it in his mouth, then make him eat it!"

All the parts of the Odin tank are easy to repair, except for the four-wheel drive control unit, which is incredibly difficult to fix. Fortunately, this part is not prone to failure under normal circumstances, as long as the armored soldiers follow the operating manual and don't do anything reckless.

But as everyone knows, once you're on the battlefield, who the hell remembers all that stuff? It's all about dodging as fast as you can, and as long as you don't get knocked out on the spot, it's a usable maneuver.

"It's fixed! Damn it..." No matter what kind of education and ladylike training she received in the central pavilion, after a few months of hanging out with a group of tank soldiers and veterans, she quickly picked up bad manners and developed in the direction of a female hooligan.

Especially since she was working in an armored support battalion where her blood pressure rose every day, there were no malfunctions that these ordinary soldiers couldn't handle, only malfunctions that you couldn't imagine or learn in the training camp. During her first month in the army, she was still puzzled as to why the condenser pipe would break. The pipe was inside the vehicle body. If the condenser pipe was broken, everyone inside should have died.

It was later discovered that the condenser tube contained ethanol. So, you know, it's a bad habit brought over by those Ursus veterans.

So now everyone has learned to use the IV tubing and simple tools in their medical kits to extract alcohol from the IV and drink a glass.

The situation only calmed down slightly after the logistics department threatened to add indigestible laxatives to the refrigerant, but it's hard to say whether they developed some new secret technique.

In short, engine overheating and wear due to insufficient cooling is one of the most common malfunctions, and it's hard to say whether the other side was actually engaged in high-intensity exercise on the battlefield or whether they stole coolant to drink.

So, after a few months of work, the delicate young lady who used to whine even when twisting a bottle cap is now capable of unscrewing the heads of drunkards with her bare hands and running half a kilometer carrying a heavy-duty wheel weighing dozens of kilograms.

Although she didn't look like a female dwarf in terms of figure and build, her arms were all muscle. She even thought that if she were to go back to that brothel, she could probably carry anything and fight her way out of a group of thugs.

"Miss Luca, one of the Odin tanks has broken down; it's battle damaged!"

"Oh my god, the enemy is attacking?" The girl immediately tensed up. It was one thing to break things normally, but battle damage was another matter entirely.

"No, that crew ran over their own mine..."

"Huh?" She couldn't understand why she had stepped on one of her own landmines until she got back to the repair tow truck.

"The navigation equipment malfunctioned, and they took the wrong route, ending up in a minefield. Fortunately, the commander reacted quickly. However, the right front track was also damaged by the explosion and needs repair."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Luca slammed the car door shut, "Fasten your seatbelts," and honked the horn a few times. The surrounding soldiers scattered to the sides as if they'd seen a ghost. "Let's go!"

She floored the gas pedal. At first, she paid attention to traffic rules and driving regulations, but now who the hell cares about that anymore?

On the battlefield, arriving a second earlier means a greater chance of survival for armored soldiers, and repairing the equipment or attaching it to rigging and towing it away sooner means everyone can survive a little longer.

As for anything else, they didn't care. Anyway, with such a tall vehicle, they couldn't see anything blocking their way. If they got hit and killed, they deserved it.

A repair tow truck was driven off like a tank, leaving everyone in its dust.

Soon, the Odin tank, which had undergone simple repairs, was towed back to the camp. The next step was troubleshooting, such as dealing with the malfunctioning navigation equipment.

It was eventually discovered that there was a problem with the production quality, and the subsequent investigation was handed over to the logistics department.

In any case, the manufacturer will definitely learn a lesson, and all equipment in the same batch will be inspected.

In short, as a fully-fledged unit, all sorts of strange and unusual problems kept emerging. The only thing that satisfied the higher-ups was that the morale of the troops remained high, even those who had suffered heavy casualties. Once they were replenished with new equipment, they were ready to go back to the battlefield and did not show any obvious signs of war-weariness.

"Brother, the food here is amazing!" The young recruit ran to the table with his tray. "It's much better than what I eat at home." The curry beef rice bowl with lots of pickled vegetables and a braised lamb's trotter looked quite sumptuous.

After prolonged combat, soldiers' appetites decrease, and curry dishes with lots of pungent spices can effectively stimulate their appetite, even on starships.

If you had to face a seemingly unchanging starry sky for 36 months, you'd probably get sick from not having a good meal.

Of course, some data surveys also show that the average literary level of the Covenant Navy is the highest among all military branches, and within the Navy, the Deep Space Fleet has the best level.

For no particular reason, because if you spend eight months of the year staring at a pitch-black sky, unable to see anything, you can still produce outstanding literary and philosophical works.

Although this didn't happen in Terra, it didn't stop them from enjoying the fruits of their accumulated experience ahead of time.

For example, various foods to stimulate appetite, various safe recreational activities for the front lines, and various sports competitions and card games will be organized to allow soldiers to pass the time and relieve the psychological pressure brought about by intense combat.

"The food allowance here is 2 yuan per person per day. If you ate like this at home, your dad would skin you alive..."

Even though life is much better now, the hardships of the past have ingrained the habit of saving in the souls of every older generation. They are afraid that one day they will return to the state of having no food to eat the next day, so they will try their best to save in every possible way.

Two dollars is a considerable sum in today's Kazdel dollars, with the average yield per acre per season being around 1.5 dollars.

In other words, they consume more than the yield of an acre of land per quarter in a single day. If they ate like that at home, their father, who was born a serf, would definitely skin the two brothers alive.

You have to understand, the yield of one acre of land now is almost six times that of the past. In other words, in my father's words: "All the harvest I made in the past, working myself to the bone like a dog, without eating, drinking, paying no taxes or rent, was enough for you two bastards to eat for less than three months?"

In reality, not all Sarkaz soldiers who enlisted could understand those grand principles, but everyone knew that the military provided excellent food.

"Brother, could this be the so-called last meal before execution, the kind that suicide squads eat?" As he ate, the new recruit from the southern countryside was still a little unsure of himself.

"Yeah, right. When it's your turn to charge into battle, we won't let you eat your fill before you go, lest you throw up later."

This is clearly meant to scare the newbies. In reality, the Doctor rarely sends out so-called suicide squads for attacks, for a simple reason: he doesn't have the manpower to waste.

Of course, there are times when there are forced assaults. However, those are usually accompanied by well-established support operations, rather than pointlessly throwing lives into the fire to gain one or two insignificant locations.

Moreover, even if such a need arises, superiors would not tend to send new recruits to the front lines, but would instead organize veterans to go up.

"So don't worry. Besides, even if it's a suicide attack, we're not afraid with our equipment."

"Hmm." That's the truth. Mobile infantry are equipped with exoskeletons and armor plates. While they might not be able to roam freely on the battlefield, they are at least immune to most melee weapons and stray arrows. It's just that they don't have much protection against magic drones and close-range magic attacks.

However, spells generally have a shorter range than crossbow bolts, making it difficult to gain the upper hand when encountering enemy rifles. In this situation, there is not much to worry about as long as you do not encounter enemy armored units.

"But what if we get infected? It's said that hundreds of people on the front lines are getting infected every day."

Although Kazdel no longer discriminates against infected people and treats them equally, there is still some resistance among the public.

"Here—" A large bottle of medicine was placed on the table. "Don't worry, it contains blocking agents and inhibitors. Even if you get infected, it doesn't matter. It's not like before, when infected people couldn't even earn money for medical treatment."

Compared to the excellent protection here, infected people in the armies of almost all countries in Letania, or rather Terra, do not fare so well. Those with serious conditions are kicked out to fend for themselves, while those with less serious conditions are incorporated into suicide squads to be used up.

Of course, in a sense, the World War did elevate the status of the infected—from trash to disposable cannon fodder.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: No War on the Western Front

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On the western front, the Victorians did not launch an attack as Letania had expected. After invading northern Syracuse, they confronted the Kazdels on the border. Although they declared war like Letania, they did not engage in any acts of war.

Facing the two Royal Victoria fleets were land-based warships cobbled together by the Doctor and an increasingly solid ground defense system.

Clearly, the Victorians did not want to suffer too many casualties and losses. They hoped to wait for the Letanian offensive to force the enemy to disperse their forces, a classic case of two monks having no water to drink.

The Letanians have already suffered considerable casualties, and they still need to withstand the Ursus counterattack.

Of course, while Ursus declared war on Letania, it had no interest in attacking it, mainly because Mount Sherag was truly...

Even the bears of Ursus don't intend to cross the mountains to fight him. Ursus's main enemies are still Columbia and Casimir.

Compared to the relatively simple situation on the winter front, the western front was a complete mess. In the fight against Ursus, Casimir, Victoria, and Letania were allies, as were Colombia.

However, in the matter of Glassval, Casimir and Victoria are at war with Columbia. Meanwhile, Ursus is fighting two alliances simultaneously in order to protect its vested interests.

The complexity of this relationship is enough to make any international relations scholar go bald; the alternation between cooperation and conflict is so intricate that even the propaganda department seems somewhat schizophrenic.

In contrast, things were much simpler on Kazdel's side. One side believed that the Sarkaz and the Infected were the culprits who were disrupting the world order, and the propaganda department successfully shifted all the contradictions and problems, including the economic crisis and the difficulties people faced, onto the Sarkaz and the Infected.

The cheap labor of infected individuals makes it difficult for people to find work. Of course, this is indeed part of the reason, at least from the perspective of ordinary people.

The reason for unemployment is that the Sarkaz demons are using despicable means to plunder everyone's wealth. They have used economic scythes to harvest most of the wealth and hoard it in their own country, which is why everyone is getting poorer and poorer.

Moreover, based on Terra's productivity development trends and social conditions, this argument is quite... convincing. Why?

It's very simple. The propaganda department doesn't even need to bother fabricating lies. They just need to broadcast the actual footage of Kazdel and add a little bit of manipulation.

In the past, or rather, just a few short years ago, Kazdel was a wasteland, a poor land embroiled in tribal conflicts and civil war between the Regent and the Princess.

Most Sarkaz people are at the bottom of society, and due to their lack of education, they can only do the lowest-paying jobs.

The high probability of infection and the resulting unemployment become factors of social instability. Furthermore, some time ago, the Sarkaz raiding cavalry were even invading the borders of various countries.

And so, after a civil war that should have reduced the entire country to ashes, the princess's faction seized power, and within just a few years, the desert was transformed into green land. The abandoned cities and mines were put back into operation, and even generated considerable wealth.

For most ordinary people, given their limited knowledge and ingrained way of thinking, this abrupt change is incomprehensible. Their logic cannot convince them that the Sarkaz created this situation themselves. In fact, even the Sarkaz themselves find it very strange.