Poverty makes me capable of anything.

They saw no hope.

They retreated again and again until there was nowhere left to retreat.

With fewer and fewer people around, it's inevitable that we'll lose in the end.

People were whispering among themselves.

Some were reminiscing about the past, while others were dreaming about the future.

But the words, which should have been full of hope, contained no warmth whatsoever.

"After playing it for so long, I still feel that this is actually an anti-war game."

Glick leaned against the wall and said, speechless.

"Maintenance will begin in 19 days."

"This is too damn hard to bear."

If players aren't so resolute, then it goes without saying that NPCs will be even less certain.

In fact, some of the NPC soldiers had already quietly run away and surrendered.

But the result was cruel.

More than 300 people went, and the 200-plus who walked fast were shot at as soon as they entered the camp.

The frightened soldiers fled back in a panic.

This news spread, and the Fourth Expeditionary Force decided not to take prisoners!

Upon hearing the news, the high command of the defending forces angrily dealt with the more than one hundred people who had escaped.

"This is what happens to deserters! Nobody welcomes deserters! Don't even think about it, and even if you do, don't do it! Do you understand?"

Fortunately, the food supply hasn't run out yet, otherwise, who knows what would have happened.

From December 13th to December 16th, the relentless attacks left the defenders with no time to rest.

The Fourth Expeditionary Force captured one military factory after another.

Some of the military factories were bombed, but most of them were occupied before they could be bombed.

The Fourth Expeditionary Force achieved gratifying results, but also suffered heavy losses.

Most of the players who came to reinforce were lying in the fountain, and there were only a few NPCs left in the ground forces.

The higher-ups are also having a headache, getting scolded every day and having to write guarantees every day.

We promise to conquer Yanara tomorrow!

Tomorrow is tomorrow, tomorrow is so much.

By December 18, they had finally surrounded the last two military factories.

This faction war, touted as the most intense on the forum, has finally come to an end.

The outcome is decided.

"It's worth it!"

The warhammer, stripped of its heavy armor, returned to its original form, swinging a bunch of hammers and smashing three players away. Finally, due to excessive stamina depletion, it became a sitting duck and gloriously sacrificed itself, entering the fountain, where it would take 24 hours to respawn.

"It's over! I must hold on until the very end!"

A reporter-type player, hiding in the crowd, frantically dodged while recording, otherwise he would probably have been trampled into a fool by the crowd.

The information available in the faction channels was dwindling, but in the end, he had no choice but to go with the flow.

Running away is pointless; the entire factory is surrounded.

The factory lights were turned off after dark.

I don't know when, but suddenly there was a commotion coming from the factory gate.

It sounds like someone is yelling and cursing.

The cursing suddenly stopped, but two or three seconds later, the cursing turned into screams of terror and gunshots.

"＃$@＃$"*N

"What happened? What are you shouting?"

The players desperately pushed forward.

After finally squeezing into the front row, he finally saw the truth.

The Fourth Expeditionary Force soldiers who rushed in had gone mad.

No one knows who started it, and everything is in chaos.

Swords clashed, gunfire erupted.

An immense pressure was placed on his head, and for some reason, a little external force was added, and then he collapsed.

Ultimately, everything that happened here was broadcast through the players' videos.

On December 19th, after sunrise, the planet Yanara changed hands.

The defeated time-traveling players returned to Baplo after their deaths.

The Fourth Expeditionary Force has completely cleared the obstacles to the Fezzan Fortress. Once the main force arrives, they can break through the defenses set up by the Fourth Prince in the Kadomo region.

The situation seems wonderful.

But the video message spread from player forums in the early hours of that day.

The unedited video was received by people as far away as Nagoria and Novalu Republic.

The condemnation of the Fourth Expeditionary Force escalated to the level of a nationwide movement in just one morning.

"Compared to the Fourth Prince, they are more like demons."

"At least the Fourth Prince's Iron Curtain was mostly imposed on the nobility!"

“We have no reason to support such unprincipled thugs; they are just thugs who have beautified their appearance.”

At this moment, the Second Prince faced a huge problem.

From August 9th to August 18th.

The Fourth Expeditionary Force was constantly "committing crimes".

He wasn't dealing with just one or two people, but the entire high command of the Fourth Expeditionary Force.

The vanguard, rearguard, and central armies of the Fifth Expeditionary Force had all arrived, but their morale was extremely low, and they appeared very weak when facing the Third Prince's defenses.

The Ninth Expeditionary Force was another newly formed, partially depleted army.

If all the high-ranking officers of the Fourth Expeditionary Force were dismissed and all those who committed offenses were punished...

"..."

We've lost this battle.

The Fezzan Fortress is right in front of us!

They could have gained an advantage in the Kadomo region if they had just put in a little more effort.

Finally, the second prince gritted his teeth.

Reputation, to hell with reputation.

"Destiny is in my hands! The victor takes all, the loser is nothing. As long as I win the Battle of Kadomo, the entire empire will be mine! Then who will dare to speak ill of me!"

Once he made up his mind, he suddenly became decisive and efficient.

"Warn all the talkative people that anyone who speaks out of turn will be locked up immediately."

"Continue to send reinforcements to the planet Yanara. Send a portion of the central army of the Fifth Expeditionary Force there."

"Victory is within reach. As long as we win here, the fourth brother will surely be defeated. He can no longer withstand the counterattack of the Imperial Guard!"

"As for the third brother, we'll settle accounts with him later."

"Oh, and those people from the time-space realm, once we've captured Selene, we immediately turn back and wipe them out!"

The second prince has changed.

Everyone felt this.

What do you think it will turn out like?

Aoki smiled as he looked at Visa.

Visa stared blankly at the empty desktop.

They've been like this for a long time.

There are two or three hours every day.

19 number.

20 number.

Today is the 22nd.

Visayas waited a long time, but never received the Second Prince's order to punish the thugs.

“Actually, you should understand that he can’t possibly punish those criminals. He needs the support of nobles, like yours. The full support of the Boyle family will make his attack on the Central Region much easier,” Aoki continued.

"This is not a problem with people, but a problem with the system. As long as the nobility still occupies the center of power in this country, this kind of thing will happen again and again."

"At least, we have never seen anything like this happen in the Victoria constellation."

As Aoki spoke, Visa's fists clenched tighter and tighter.

He had suspected it all along.

But she also felt that the second prince might change his mind, and even if they lost the Battle of Kadomo, there was still a chance.

However, waiting wore down his patience time and time again.

With Aoki's constant persuasion, a seed buried deep in her heart finally sprouted.

Aoki's language seemed to possess a certain magic. How could words he already knew have such power when spoken by another person?

"It's time..."