I'm in Terra

"Bullshit! I'll guard it until tomorrow morning, and you'll see." The sergeant in charge of the South Gate spat disdainfully, snatching the cigarette and stuffing it into his mouth. There was still a scratch on his face from a crossbow bolt, but this tough guy smoked as if nothing had happened.

"Stop talking nonsense. You can still leave from the East Gate or the North Gate. Anyone who wants to leave can leave now."

The first officer who spoke finished his entire cigarette in a few puffs, then casually twirled the butt on the table. "Let me be frank. I understand if you don't want to die, and we won't stop you if you want to leave. But if I hear anyone goes to join Rossiya and comes back to kill our brothers, I'll curse him for the rest of my life, even after I die."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The officer who spoke casually stuffed a cigarette into his mouth. "Deserted to Rossiya? You might as well defect to those demons in the south. At least if you lick their butts over there, they might accept you. Go to Rossiya? Hahahahaha——"

The smoky laughter was harsh and unpleasant, but it still livened up the atmosphere in the conference room. Everyone laughed wildly at the same time, as if they wanted to vent all their fear and anxiety.

After the laughter died down, the conference room suddenly fell silent. For a moment, there was no sound except for the wisps of smoke and the sound of heavy breathing.

"Aren't you planning to leave?" The smoking officer looked around and asked tentatively.

"Where can we go if we leave? We can't just lick someone else's ass." The previously silent Swain spoke up, sharply pointing out their predicament. "Soldiers like us wouldn't be accepted elsewhere. It's just death, isn't it? Even that little kid Carter wasn't afraid, so why should I be? I've outlived him by thirty years."

"That's true." The scarred officer grinned, and the wound that had just healed opened again. "But speaking of which, I'm quite curious about one thing. That guy Rossiya clearly launched the general attack, so why did the defense line at the north gate suddenly shrink?"

"Because I'm here," a young voice answered the scarred officer's question. Victor, wearing his coat, pushed open the conference room door with great swiftness. "My troops just entered from the north gate. Rossiya was afraid of being surrounded from both sides, so they withdrew their attack from the north."

"Your boy... is Victoria?" Swain squinted for a few seconds and asked uncertainly, "I haven't seen you for a few years. You've grown quite fast."

Victoria didn't respond. He grabbed a cigarette from a nearby officer and lit it. "How did Carter die? I was hallucinating on the way here. I kept hearing his voice, asking me to avenge him."

"The dog raised by Rossia mixed in with the patrol team to assassinate the governor. When we found it, only the bodies of the governor and the assassins were left in the room." Swain took a deep breath and took out Carter's belongings from his arms.

"This is all you can do as a wild dog, a scheming, scheming, and scheming dog." Victor took the rifle and the Pure Originium, then wiped them carefully with his handkerchief. "How many people are left in the city now? Our troops and Rossia's."

"You want to die with us?" Scar grinned. "Rosia's side is estimated to have around 5,000 to 8,000 troops, and there seems to be a reserve force outside the city. As for the rest of us? Combined, we barely have half the number he has."

"About 2,800," Swain gave a rough estimate. "We have all the arms. As for heavy firepower, we only have one mortar team, and they're running low on ammunition."

"Sounds like the game isn't over yet." Victor exhaled a puff of smoke and grinned. "I've already decimated the thousand-man army outside, leaving no one alive. I still have over fifteen hundred combat-ready soldiers. That's four thousand versus five or six thousand, haha."

"Fifteen hundred? Seriously?" Hearing Victoria's story, the people present suddenly perked up. No one would want to die if they could survive. They'd said those depressing words before simply because they saw no hope of winning, but now...

Isn't it just a few thousand fewer people than them? They haven't been afraid of this small gap yet!

"One thousand five hundred is no more, no less, and they're all elite soldiers." Victor crushed his cigarette butt and offered his hand. "Would you be interested in joining me in a big fight? If we could tear Rossia's head off, that would be even better."

"As you say!" Scarface grinned and took Victory's hand. Just as he was about to use force, he found that Victory's hand was also covered with calluses. "We both have a miserable life, so I'll play with you. If I win, maybe I can eat meat and drink wine to my heart's content!"

"Come on, who's afraid of who!" With the first response, the remaining officers also stepped forward and shook hands with Victoria.

Victoria accepted every offer and forced every officer to let go of his hand.

When it was Swain's turn, the old soldier smiled and shook his head. "I won't play with you youngsters any more, but you may command my men as you please. I also want to see if the blood of those who enjoy playing tricks is really red."

"I won't let you down." Victoria clenched his fists, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes.

Since the capture of Woden Town, his merit points have increased significantly. In addition to the previous defeat of Rossia's reserve troops, Victoria's merit points are now almost over 9,000.

He believed that as long as he could win this battle, he would be able to transform into a dragon like a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate.

Power, desire, strength, wisdom, and the beauty of the world are beckoning to him.

And he will win it all.

A general's success: 60 A fatal arrow!

After the two sides reached a preliminary consensus, Victor looked at the situation map of Luxembourg and expressed his opinion.

"Pull out half of the troops from the North District and send them to the South District alongside Mr. Swain's troops. As long as we have heavy firepower support, Rossiya's elite troops will be unable to advance."

Swain lit a cigarette. "I understand the north gate was a feint, but what about the central area? If Rosiah discovers my troops have left, they might make a desperate push for the central area."

"I'll guard the central area," Victoria said with a confident smile. "With three hundred elite soldiers and over a thousand well-trained men, I'm confident we can hold the central area for a full week thanks to the terrain. When Rossia realizes we've also left the northern area open and wants to turn back, Mr. Swain and I will conduct a co-location maneuver. I'll lead a thousand men back to reinforce the northern area, while Mr. Swain will return to the central area with his elite troops."

"The method is good, the only problem is whether you can hold on. We are confident in leaving the central area to old man Swain, but to leave it to you... to be honest, I'm not sure." Scarface smacked his lips and raised his doubts.

"Let him try." Swain stared at Victory with a sharp gaze, and Victory responded with the same sincerity: "His strategic planning is correct, and he was willing to station troops to defend Luxembourg when it was on the verge of falling. Don't forget, he is also Akaski's son."

"Then do it." Scarface didn't waste any words. Seeing that Swain had no objections, he stood up and left. The fighting in the southern sector, where he was stationed, was the most intense. If it weren't for Carter's accident, he would still be commanding the battle on the front lines.

With him taking the lead, the remaining officers also left the room one after another, leaving only Victoria sitting calmly and Swain with a thoughtful look in the entire conference room.

"I don't mind you taking over this city." After a moment's silence, Swain took the initiative to speak. "But the prerequisite is that I want to see Rossiya's head. The strategic plan you just proposed can only help us gradually erode Rossiya's forces. Defeating him is not that simple. Are you ready?"

"Do you remember how my father, my two brothers, and Mr. Hidro died?"

Victor didn't answer Swain's question, but instead pulled out the rifle from his pocket. As he manipulated it, a flash of fire suddenly flashed from the dark muzzle, and an etched bullet flew past Swain's cheek.

"They're all dead, assassinated by villains. Perhaps it was Rossiya, perhaps a noble from Saint Steed Castle, or perhaps someone we've only heard of but never seen. I'm different. I was also assassinated, but I'm still alive. Not only am I alive, but I'm even going to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Rossiya likes to play tricks? I will tell him that in the face of true wisdom, conspiracy and trickery are nothing but things that are inferior to the surface. I will use his favorite conspiracy and trickery to play with him and humiliate him. I will chop off his head in the most ridiculous way and display it high in front of everyone and tell them. See, this is the end of the conspirator.

Swain narrowed his eyes. "With such excellent physical fitness, you are actually a warlock? The power of the gods and people, no wonder Rossia's assassination failed. Hehehe, maybe General Akaki was right, and he really did give birth to a freak."

Victoria waved his hand and left the smoke-filled meeting room.

He succeeded, even after only a dozen minutes of interaction with these officers. Victor had already seen that Swain was the backbone of these people. As long as he could support his ascension, then after eliminating Rossiya, his desire to become the Lord of Luxembourg would be a natural progression.

As long as he wins, he can have everything.

The Central District, Luxembourg's widest and most visible main street, had been transformed by veteran General Swain into a formidable meat grinder. Roadblocks, high-rise sniper platforms, and the multi-pronged deployment of mortar teams in deep formation daunted Rossia's officers.

The advantage in numbers is useless in front of this position, which is the main reason why the Rossiya army will attack the southern area.

Without a multi-directional pincer attack, if one were to advance this front solely through physical strength, they would likely suffer five or even ten times the casualties. Even if Rossia had more soldiers, they would not be able to withstand this kind of combined mincing.

Therefore, the attack on the central area has always been based on feints. Officers often send squads or companies to the edge of the position to repeatedly test to ensure that Swain's troops will not be secretly sent to other areas for support.

"Something's wrong. The mortar hasn't fired for a while." After another round of feint attack, the officer in charge of the attack in the central area looked at the shield guards who retreated in embarrassment and felt a little uncertain.

Ever since the Norvinsk troops arrived in Luxembourg, that old fox Swain hadn't had his mortar squad show up for a while. Several feints were repelled by the crossbows, while the mortars with longer range and greater power remained silent.

"No, we have to test their strength. One battalion, two battalions, advance in a staggered manner. Let's see what tricks that old man Swain is playing!"

After the order was issued, a group of heavily armored shield guards advanced cautiously under the cover of a team of crossbowmen. In order to prevent saturation damage from mortars, the shield guards deliberately arranged the formation quite loosely.

But to their surprise, their advance was not blocked at all. Not to mention the mortars, even the crossbowmen who had been shooting at them did not attack.

The officer observing from the rear frowned. He had already sensed that something was amiss, but the vanguard was almost at the roadblock door, and ordering a retreat now would be a bit too cowardly.

"No matter what they're up to, push forward! Third Battalion, get ready to follow!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the officer finished speaking, the crossbowmen who had been silent all this time suddenly launched an attack. Hiding on the high platform, they ignored the shield guards below and instead fired wildly at the crossbowmen who were covering them from a distance. For a moment, these crossbowmen were forced to flee in panic, completely ignoring their own covering duties.

Seeing his own crossbowmen being shot back one after another, the commanding officer in the rear was not angry but delighted: "Sure enough, that old man has transferred the mortar team! The crossbowmen will withdraw first, and the third and fourth battalions will push forward. I will take the first credit for the attack on Luxembourg!"

But what the officer didn't expect was that at the moment he had just issued the order, a cold arrow suddenly came from a high platform and pierced his throat.

He never dreamed that he would be attacked by a hidden arrow while being in such a deep position.

Seeing the officer collapse with his hands on his throat, Victor, who was standing on the high platform, put down the giant crossbow in his hand and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Tell the crossbowmen to keep suppressing the enemy. Flying Bear Army, take apart those tin cans for me."

"Ula!"

PS: I was heartbroken last night when I saw BLG’s head smashed by the crazy Li Ge.

(Fake, actually I stayed up too late and have no energy today 0v0)

A General's Success: 61 Destruction

There was no roar of cannons, but an endless stream of crossbow arrows flew from the sky. The shield guards had never felt such an easy advance. They strode forward with their shields raised, and their front line pointed directly at the roadblocks on the wide street.

But they forgot one thing: in order to avoid being attacked by mortars, the shield guards did not unite together, but kept a certain distance from each other. The order to assemble should have been issued by their commander, but the officer who thought he had a clear understanding of the battle situation was shot by Victor because he rashly exposed himself.

In fact, the lack of unity in the formation is not a big problem. Each shield guard is a carefully selected elite soldier. As long as the two sides encounter each other, the stagnation caused by the constant collision is enough to allow the team to slowly gather together.

But this time it was different. Their opponents were not those ordinary soldiers with short knives in their hands, but hungry bears that were stronger and more ferocious than them.

The shields and armor they were so proud of did not seem as reliable as they had imagined.

"Ula!!!"

The shield guards were overwhelmed. Far more soldiers were hiding behind the roadblocks than they had imagined. Without the support of the invincible crossbowmen behind them, and without the protection of the vanguard soldiers beside them, they found that their shields no longer held any strength, but instead seemed like a burden.

The follow-up soldiers' charge stopped. As the shield guards vanished like snowflakes, they realized they had walked into a trap. But it was too late for them to run. The high-platform crossbowmen who had been chasing the enemy crossbowmen had already turned their guns around and looked down at them with contempt.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat!!!"

The soldiers standing in the front realized something and quickly turned to flee. But the crossbow arrows raining down from the sky were faster than words. The crossbowmen hidden on the rooftops drew their bows without any emotion, coldly shooting at the targets who had exposed their backs.

The attack was over, and the Rossiya army retreated from the streets in a panic, leaving behind nearly a hundred corpses.

In contrast, the morale of Victoria's army was high. Those clumsy shield guards caused almost no casualties to the Flying Bear Army. Apart from the large amount of arrows consumed, Victoria could be said to have won a great victory.

After casually arranging a team to clean up the battlefield, Victoria walked alone to the end of the street. The officer's body was still nailed to the spot. The soldiers, who had lost their courage, had even forgotten to clean up their commander's body.

Victor picked up the body and touched it casually. Aside from a gold watch, there was nothing else of value. But it didn't matter. His body was his greatest achievement. The officer's uniform and the huge arrow in his throat were proof of Victor's strength.

Dragging the bodies back to the front line, Victoria casually asked, "Who killed the most in this battle?"

"Boss, it's me!" Hearing Victoria's question, a young man with a simple appearance and muscles all over his body raised his hand. In his other hand, he was leaning on an ordinary long-handled hammer. The long-handled hammer, which originally had some rust, has now been stained dark red by blood.

"Hehehe, I guessed that these tin cans must have come first. So I didn't use a knife, but got a hammer in advance. I just killed seven people in one go."

"Well done." Victoria chuckled and casually tossed the gold watch over. "This officer's collection looks worth quite a bit of money. Here's a reward for you. By the way, when you get back, notify the logistics department and have them prepare an extra meal tonight!"

"Thank you, boss!" The honest and strong man threw away the hammer and hurriedly took the gold watch. His comrades beside him also came over and studied this golden and strange thing together.

At the same time, the battle in the southern area is still getting more intense. As the focus of the battle between the two sides, the intensity of the battle here is much higher than that in the central area.

The Rossiya army almost pushed the front line into the southern zone several times, but was driven out by the soldiers of the southern zone several times.

When Scarface returned to the front line to count the number of people, he found that one-fifth of his men were gone.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you stumped by just this few people?"

The scarred adjutant was also a ruthless man. He took out a cigarette he had rolled himself and lit it, ignoring the blood all over his body.

"Damn it! If you'd come any later, you might have only seen us down there. The attackers outnumber us by at least three to one, and we're all wounded. We might not be able to hold out if we keep fighting. How's it going over there? Are reinforcements coming?"

"Of course, don't you see who I am?" Scarface patted his adjutant in satisfaction, his face full of ferocity. "Tell the brothers, let's fight another battle. It's just a three-fold difference in numbers, right? This time, as many as they dare to come will die."

The adjutant stumbled, almost dropping the cigarette in his hand. "Fuck, so arrogant? You called in an entire division?"

"More ruthless than a division." Scarface licked his lips. "I've summoned all of that old bastard Swain's elite troops. Damn it, I don't believe those fleshy guys can be more powerful than mortars."

Hearing Scar's words, the adjutant smoked out his cigarette and slammed it heavily on the ground: "Fuck! Brothers, come on! Did you hear what the boss said? It's time for revenge!!!"

"Hurray!!!" The soldiers who were hiding behind the bunkers suddenly became energized after hearing this shout. They picked up bandages and treated their wounds in a few seconds.

Obviously, those ragtag troops were weaker than them, but they were constantly being suppressed because of their numerical superiority. These veterans had been holding back their anger for a long time, and when they heard their boss call for artillery support, who would be able to swallow that anger?

No matter how good you are at fighting, can you defeat the shells falling from the sky?

After a brief respite, a new batch of soldiers invaded the southern area again, but this time, Scarface's veterans were not prepared to fight them to the death. Under Scar's command, the soldiers were quick to move, constantly using strategic depth to stretch the enemy's formation.

Soon, the battle line was pushed to the center of the southern area again. However, this time, what greeted them was not the charge of these desperate criminals, but the sound of rapid air-breaking from the sky.

"Everyone scatter! It's a bombing!!!"

The officers in the rear realized something the moment the sound of breaking air appeared, but where could they escape to with their bloated formation?

The continuous explosions drowned out the roars of the officers in the rear and the panicked soldiers.

In such a dense formation, just one round of artillery fire killed more than a third of the soldiers. Countless more were injured. Seeing this bloody scene, the officers commanding the rear felt dizzy, and the scene they saw turned black without them noticing.

He knew he was finished.

A general's success: 62

"Lost?"

In the main camp of the Rossiya army, Count Rossiya walked slowly with his hands behind his back. He no longer had the heart to taste the wine. However, the continuous defeats in the war made him a little unbelievable. Could the Luxembourg defenders be so strong?

Or is it that the army under his command is so weak?

"We lost." The officer in charge of the southern front fell to his knees with a thud. "Our troops far outnumber the enemy, and the terrain in the southern area is relatively narrow. Therefore, I divided the troops into three and continuously exerted pressure on the southern front. Everything was going well, but just when the southern area was about to be captured..."

"The enemy's reinforcements have arrived, and they are the most troublesome mortar team, right?" Rossia closed his eyes and sighed helplessly.

He knew there was nothing wrong with the South District officer, and he would most likely deploy the same way if he were in his position. The problem was that he failed to report the discovery of the mortar team immediately... No, even if he had reported it, it would have been too late.

Those people from Luxembourg were playing this trick of pretending to build a plank road while secretly attacking Chencang according to the time. If anyone was to blame anyone, it could only be his inexperience, as he failed to think of Luxembourg's troop deployment at the first time.

"Victori, Swain..." Rossiya muttered to himself with his eyes closed. "He's just a wild breed that was released into the wild. How dare Swain let him sit directly in the central government? Why? Or is it that Luxemburg can recognize anyone, but not him?"

Seeing that Rossia was not going to blame him, the person in charge of the South District wiped the sweat from his cheeks and asked with a stiff upper lip: "My Lord Earl, what should we do next? Should we continue to attack the South District, or..."

Rossia opened his eyes and asked, "How long will it take to turn around and reorganize the attack on the North District?"