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Chapter 223: The Incomprehensible Army

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"The City on the Verge of Fall, A Great Victory for the Yan Kingdom"

The glory of humanity will destroy the lair occupied by the Red bandits today.

Celebrate! The bandits' end! Today we are all citizens of Yan!

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For the Eight-Nation Alliance, only one-fifth of the Ironclad was about to fall, and victory belonged to these noble rulers. The lowly people who tried to stop them were about to be purged.

So the coalition forces have already started celebrating with champagne, and everyone believes that the community is on the verge of destruction.

It's obvious that once Steelgroll is taken, the community will be split in two. The warm southern Kazdel region will be completely destroyed, and only the community in the far northeastern wilderness will no longer be able to threaten the nobles of Terra.

They can continue playing music and dancing, just like before.

As for the request from the Yan Kingdom for the allied forces to cooperate in the attack, the western allied forces verbally agreed, but showed no intention of moving an inch. As victory was imminent, some ulterior motives began to emerge within the allied forces.

Simply put, other countries don't want Yan to gain too many benefits. They hope Yan will continue to expend more resources on the battlefield. This is completely understandable. Imperialist countries are all like this. When Britain cheated France and Germany, it didn't feel any psychological pressure at all. On the contrary, it sang praises to those professional troublemakers and politicians, wishing it could package them as the glory of Britain.

There's nothing we can do. The basic pool of interests is only so big. If you take a bigger bite, I'll take a smaller bite. Otherwise, why would so many people feel worse seeing others make money than losing money themselves?

At least you can control the money you lose, but the money others make has nothing to do with you.

This was their logic, so despite not secretly sabotaging them, the allied forces did begin to treat the Yan Kingdom, which was fighting desperately on the front lines, with a passive-aggressive attitude.

In addition, there is another reason: the Terra Red Army's defenses are really tough to break through. They don't have the same strong foundation as Yan Kingdom. Yan Dragon Army is the only one in the world. Even the Emperor's Imperial Guard of the Ursus Empire doesn't dare to provoke it. In fact, all countries are envious and jealous of this elite force of Yan Kingdom.

They were needed during the battle, and now that we're going to win, we naturally hope they suffer more casualties.

Can't the Yan Kingdom see this?

Of course we can see that, but it's useless. Other countries can dawdle on this issue, but Yan can't.

Those within the family know their own situation. Liu Jiuli has already raised the red flag, overturned the table, and torn off all pretense. He is also one of the incarnations of the Sui Beast. He is now the same as Jie from back then. He can only be dealt with in the same way that Yan Kingdom treated Jie. Otherwise, what awaits the Yan Kingdom's dignitaries next will be either streetlights or machine guns. Liu Jiuli will absolutely not let them go.

Moreover, once that terrifying ideology of resistance among the lowly spreads, the damage it causes would be horrific. No one dares to guarantee anything on this issue, so the Yan Kingdom is determined to crush the community at all costs.

Fortunately, Steelgrad is almost captured, and victory is within reach.

Then, the Yan army fought for one-fifth of Steel Gele from July to November, but still failed to capture it.

November 11, 1101, Terra, Yan Kingdom Royal Palace.

"Four months! It's been four months! And you still haven't taken that remaining one-fifth!"

The Flame Emperor is currently extremely irritable, even somewhat hysterical.

There was no way around it; as the usurper of Xinhua's legacy, Yan had acquired too much, the most valuable of which was Xinhua's official historical records.

What's that saying again: History doesn't repeat itself, but it likes to rhyme.

Ten thousand years ago, in the civilized era, there was a city named after steel. The struggle for this city was the turning point of the entire war. Now, the Yan Kingdom is attacking Steel Grid, still as a feudal dynasty. The Yan Emperor has regarded the struggle for this city as the turning point of this war.

Back then, a certain mustachioed man failed to conquer that steel city, and ultimately committed suicide in his basement with his newlywed wife.

Now, Yan's elite troops are trapped in a city known for its steel.

At that moment, at this moment.

Yan Huang felt the mustachioed man in the basement beckoning to him, and asked with a smile, "Are you also planning to unleash your wildest ideas?"

What a joke! I am the Emperor of Yan, and Yan will last for a thousand generations, forever!

But his knowledge of history has led him to this concern, and this concern has grown increasingly neurotic over time. Now, the first thing he asks every morning is, "Have we taken Steelgrad yet?"

The result is that, in terms of being disappointing, this has never been disappointing.

"Attack! Attack! Attack at all costs! Either completely destroy that city, or I will not listen to anyone else!"

With the emperor in such a state, the other ministers had no better options than to increase the pressure on the frontline soldiers, hoping they would risk their lives to meet His Majesty's expectations.

You have been training your troops for a thousand days to use them for one day. You must not let the court down.

After receiving the imperial edict that was practically swearing at him, the commander of the Yanlong Army at the front line said "Your subject obeys" on his face, but in his heart he was thinking "What the hell?"

When the battle order was issued to the front lines, many Yan soldiers burst into tears.

A man doesn't easily shed tears, only when he is truly heartbroken.

The Flame Dragon Army has now suffered more than half its casualties; the worst-hit units are practically wiped out and need to be rebuilt from scratch.

Especially the Flame Dragon Army, a battle-hardened elite force. They are not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry, gray animals who are sent to fill pits with weapons. They are elites who have been trained since childhood and carefully selected from countless orphans and families of soldiers. The cost of each of them is more precious than their weight in red gold. But now they are being consumed rapidly in the flesh-and-blood mill of Steel Grid, just like ordinary soldiers.

Within the understanding of the Yan army soldiers, every country's army has elite and rubbish troops. Those who dare to fight to the last man are elite, while those who can't fight a few rounds and run away are rubbish, no matter how good their weapons are.

However, since the start of the war, not a single Red Army unit has surrendered or collapsed, and it is not uncommon for them to fight to the last man.

They did capture prisoners, but these prisoners were either stunned by the shockwave of the explosion and captured, or they were already seriously injured and died, and stayed behind to cover the retreat. Regardless of the reason, they terrified the Yan army soldiers.

This is no longer a human army as they understand it, but some kind of higher-dimensional being.

Upon learning this, Yan Jun went somewhat mad and launched an extremely brutal suicide attack. It wasn't that they had awakened some terrifying spiritual power, but rather that they feared that if such an army appeared on their homeland, something terrible would surely happen.

That period was also the most intense time of the Battle of Irongrad. The city was like a furnace, and the soldiers were like coals thrown into the furnace, instantly turning into towering flames.

The Yan army soldiers were very confident; they believed that no one in the world could match their resilience at this time.

This intense offensive lasted for three whole months, and then the Yan army was on the verge of collapse.

For the first time in their lives, they discovered that there was an army far more terrifying than their own, and that their enemy possessed unimaginable initiative, using every means to kill them.

Isn't the point of joining the army and fighting wars to get promoted and become rich? Why risk your lives like that? What are you all after?

When faced with something incomprehensible, humans are best at filling in the gaps with their own imagination, or even indulging in wild speculation.

Some say these soldiers are actually dead, remotely controlled zombies.

Some say the community possesses terrifying Originium Arts, turning these people into mindless puppets.

Some say these people are actually undead from Terra, now being controlled by others.

There are all sorts of opinions.

There was no way around it, because in their minds, such an outrageous army shouldn't exist in the world. The more they came into contact with it, the greater their doubts became, and these doubts brought many things, including themselves.

Some Yan soldiers were curious about why these Red bandits were so fearless and began to search for secrets from the corpses of prisoners and enemy soldiers, and then they came into contact with some strange things.

For example, some red pamphlets, or a seriously wounded and captured Red bandit claiming that he was a teacher in the army.

Some unknown influences have begun to spread, but none of that matters. What matters is that Yan Jun is truly unable to fight anymore.

Left with no other choice, the Yan Kingdom had to reinforce its troops again, sending out a veteran general who was now serving as the Grand Tutor to the Minister of Rites.

Section 224: Winning, Winning to the Point of Numbness

(I encountered a minor creative block, but it's nothing serious, just a structural issue with the plot progression. I can easily fix it with a few adjustments (～￣▽￣)～)

It is said that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. The Grand Tutor of the Great Yan Kingdom, who is over three hundred years old, is naturally a treasure of the Yan Kingdom.

Upon arriving at the front lines, the Grand Tutor immediately inspected the condition of all the troops, and then let out a sigh.

"Morale has been severely shaken, it's unbelievable."

In the Grand Tutor's memory, even when fighting against terrifying demons, the soldiers of the Great Yan had never been so dejected.

It was as if some force was eroding the foundation of the Great Yan Dynasty, which was terrifying.

Jingzhe stood silently to the side. Her current identity was very delicate, but precisely because of this, Yanhuang was very certain that Jingzhe could not be from that side.

Judging from the way those redheads operate, the people infiltrating Yan Kingdom must all be people who have climbed up from the bottom and are diligent and hardworking. Jingzhe's background and her style of doing things are no different from before. Moreover, when she traveled to Yan Kingdom with Liu Jiuli, she reported everything in detail. As Lin Jia's eldest son, she is naturally loyal to Da Yan.

Moreover, Liu Jiuli's sudden outburst has left Jingzhe unemployed. From any perspective, Jingzhe now hates this bastard who brought this disaster upon her. If he can betray her like this, then Yanhuang should just hang himself from a crooked tree.

Although Jingzhe got into trouble, it wasn't her fault. As an outstanding young role model among the elite of Yan Kingdom, Jingzhe will definitely be given important responsibilities in the future. This can be seen from the fact that when the Grand Tutor brought reinforcements to the front line, the Yan Emperor specially arranged for Jingzhe to accompany him. This was to give her a chance to test herself, and she will definitely be given important responsibilities when she returns.

With his intelligence and emotional intelligence, Jingzhe naturally knew that he was about to be given an important position. As expected, the Red Team would contact him at that time, and as the community persisted for longer, the Red Team would inevitably take action.

They are indeed cautious, but if they see hope, they will throw themselves into the flame without hesitation.

The Grand Tutor was troubled by the current battle situation. Just then, Jingzhe brewed a cup of tea and handed it to him. So the Grand Tutor casually asked, "Qingyan (Jingzhe's real name is Qi Qingyan), what do you think of the current situation?"

Startled by the sudden question, Jingzhe paused for a moment, but since the Grand Tutor had asked her, she had to answer.

"I believe that the solution to this impasse should not be found here, but rather outside."

Jingzhe's answer is actually quite versatile; it translates to "look at the problem from a different angle," rather than actually having come up with anything new.

However, when the Grand Tutor heard these words, a flash of inspiration struck him.

"Jingzhe, open the map, I need the full map of the Eastern Continent."

"Yes."

Jingzhe opened the operation interface and after pressing a few buttons, a holographic map appeared in front of Taifu.

The Grand Tutor first glanced at Steelgrad, then turned his gaze to the entire battlefield.

He input all the intelligence he had gathered into the map and displayed it. As he input the intelligence, he noticed something was amiss.

"That's strange. Why are the reinforcements from the Commonwealth arriving via Kharkov and Kazdel? They could have taken much easier routes, but they insisted on going through those two places, and..."

The community on the map is like an abstract meteor hammer, with Kazdel as the hammer and the handle located in the far northeast. Yansk, Kharkiv, and Steelgrad form a chain on the plain, a formation that is very unsuitable for defense.

But the thought of the trenches, minefields, barbed wire, and anti-ship trenches stretching along this defensive line gave Taifu a headache.

It must take an insane level of infrastructure development to create such an outrageous defensive line.

It must be said that, relying on in-game purchases and technology, the Terra Red Army has managed to build layers upon layers of defensive fortifications on the plains, leaving the enemy with nowhere to attack. The efficient transportation network also connects the various positions, allowing for rapid maneuverability, and any attack on any point will result in encountering enemies from all sides.

But the fact is that this defensive line was still built on the plains, and the two sides fought each other on the plains. The environment, which is easy to attack but difficult to defend, was equal for both sides. Just like how people would freeze to death anywhere at minus forty or fifty degrees Celsius, the advantages and disadvantages of nature were fair to both the attackers and defenders. It was only human subjective initiative that changed some things.

The Grand Tutor's fingers traced the community's defenses, and then he discovered the problem.

From the air, the eastern part of the Commonwealth's defense line appears as if it has sunken in. The southern part of the Far East is guarded by mountains, with fortifications built near the cold dividing line, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even if Yan Kingdom were to lose its mind, it wouldn't dare to force its way in. Although Kazdel to the south is a plain, the northern defense line of Kazdel is connected to the Steelgrad defense line, forming a mutually reinforcing defensive position. Even with four-fifths of Steelgrad falling, this region remains strong, creating an insurmountable barrier.

The Grand Tutor frowned. The more he looked at the structure, the more he felt it resembled a large mouth.

Above are strong teeth, below are strong teeth, and the seemingly fragile tongue is actually a steel-like structure...

Suddenly, the Grand Tutor awoke with a start.