I'm in Terra

"Two to three hours will be enough for reorganization and redeployment," the officer replied tremblingly.

"It's too slow. The two-hour gap is enough for the other side to react."

Rossiya shook his head and quickly made up his mind: "Continue to attack the central and southern areas. If the mortar team does not leave the southern area, then transfer a battalion to the central area. In any case, 7,000 people against 3,000 people, the advantage is ours!"

"Yes!" The South District officer bowed suddenly and then quickly fled from the military tent.

Looking at the slightly disheveled figures of his non-commissioned officers, Rossia inexplicably felt a little unconfident.

Is the advantage really on their side?

"Someone is coming."

Shadows gathered around him, and the assassin lady in military uniform appeared before him: "What can I do for you?"

"Victori, Swain." Rossia stared at the assassin lady and coldly spat out the two names. "Let them die. We can't let them continue like this. If our army suffers heavy losses, even if we capture Luxembourg, it will probably be taken away by others."

"Your will." The assassin lowered her head, but then quickly added, as if remembering something, "However, this operation may result in the loss of some personnel. Both Victor and Swain are quite troublesome."

"It's okay, let's do it." Rossia waved his hand, his mind made up.

Seeing this, Miss Assassin said nothing more, lowered her head and disappeared into the shadows.

As the sky gradually darkened, the Rossiya army also stopped its offensive. Both sides licked their wounds in the cover of night and silently waited for tomorrow's battle.

"Scar should be transferred to the north gate. His troops need to rest for a while." Victoria stirred the broth in the bowl, but his eyes were on Swain who was eating elegantly across from him.

"Hey, Acting Governor, you can't keep calling me Scar just because I made a mistake, right? I have a name, so remember to call me Draven next time!"

The atmosphere in the meeting room at night was surprisingly more relaxed than during the day. After Victoria joined, they repeatedly thwarted Rossia's attacks, and the entire central area's defenses became as solid as a rock, which changed many officers' opinions of Victoria.

"You think Rossiya won't attack the North District?" Swain wiped his mouth with a towel. "What's your reason?"

"Opening a three-front battle is a dangerous decision for the Rossiya Army right now," Victor replied confidently.

"He's no longer a force pressing forward without any offensive pressure. His mind is surely preoccupied with annihilating us while preserving his remaining manpower. Even if one front is breached, it won't mean as much to him as it did at the beginning. Rather than risk reopening a three-front war, I think it's more likely he'll focus his attacks on the central and southern regions."

"That's a good understanding," Swain nodded. "After these few days of fighting, my mortar team has pretty much used up all their ammunition. The next day or two will be the time for the real decisive battle. Speaking of which, when can you accomplish what you discussed with me?"

The words were a little confusing, but Victor understood Swain's metaphor. He smiled mysteriously and buried his head in the broth.

"It'll be soon, just a matter of a day or two. If Rossia is impatient, maybe I can give you a surprise before the final battle."

The nights in Luxembourg were filled with smoke and gunfire, while the nights in Rossiya were filled with flames.

Victoria's understanding of Rossiya was still not sufficient. He did not expect that Rossiya had no intention of paying any attention to his territory at all.

Aside from the pitifully small garrison of a thousand, Rosiah Territory had no other defensive forces. This delighted the cautious Sarkaz mercenaries. After a single coordinated charge with the infected guerrillas, the soldiers threw down their armor and offered no further resistance.

As a result, many Sarkaz teams immediately prepared to start a Sarkaz carnival in the territory of Rosia. Plunder, kill, and so on, these primitive desires excited many Sarkaz just thinking about them.

However, just as they were about to act recklessly, a figure stood in front of them.

"Gather food and fodder, search for the lord's collection, and then we'll leave. Anyone who indiscriminately kills civilians will be beheaded."

A tall figure, tattered armor, ominous antlers, and scarlet eyes hidden in the helmet.

That night, the Sarkaz remembered, they recalled the legendary power.

The gap between Sarkaz is sometimes even greater than the gap between humans and ants.

Gulp————

The Sarkaz, ready to revel, exchanged glances and silently extinguished the desires that had just ignited in their hearts. Although they hadn't seen the legendary Wendigo in a long, long time, those terrifying legends were still firmly engraved in everyone's hearts.

According to legend, Wendigos are cannibals. They will devour the flesh and blood of their own kind and taste the souls of their own kind.

Then use these taboos to exchange for power beyond imagination.

As for those who are devoured, not even a trace of soul remains.

A General's Success: 63 The End of the Spider's Thread

There was no moon tonight, but some people still admired the night sky. Victoria vaguely remembered that the sky over Terra seemed a false starry sky, as if for some purpose, the planet's former owners, humans, had isolated it from the universe.

The sky he saw now might just be a black curtain of light.

"But what does it matter? Sooner or later, the vast sea of stars will be within my grasp."

Pa-ta-

The sound of high heels tapping on the ground appeared beside him. Kashena had come to Victoria's side without him knowing when. "It's almost time."

Victoria nodded, the spellcasting unit and the pure originium in his pocket glowed faintly, and he quickly disappeared from the real world.

Kasheina raised her eyebrows and also disappeared into the shadows. Rossiya was already prepared, and she just needed to find a comfortable audience seat to watch.

On the other hand, Rossiya has been a little uneasy recently. The recent series of defeats have sent him a very bad signal. He doesn't know what other conspiracies and tricks his opponent has come up with to plot against him.

He just wanted them to die.

The shadows stirred, and the assassin lady stepped out. "The assassination team has already set out. Twelve assassins have infiltrated the patrol, ready to kill Swain at any moment. Victor has sent twenty men who will be able to take action later."

"Well done." Rossiya nodded, not touching the red wine in front of him. Before hearing the news of the two men's deaths, he had lost interest in drinking. "Come to think of it, this is the first time you've taken the initiative to report to me on personnel deployment."

The assassin smiled mysteriously. "Because they are doomed to fail, I decided to report the losses to you in advance—before you die."

"!" Rossia's footsteps stumbled, and she instantly distanced herself from the assassin lady. "Who are you? You're not her! Someone, there's an assassin!!!"

Silence, no sound came from outside the room, as if sound could not penetrate the room.

Rossia looked at the assassin lady walking towards him in fear, and in his panic he couldn't find any weapon to fight back.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course I am your capable assassin. I was in the past, I am now, or maybe I won't be in the future? Who knows? Anyway, you won't see that day." The assassin lady took out a dagger from the shadows and slowly poisoned it.

Rossiya trusted no one except his own assassins, and today was the day when the defense was at its weakest. The assassin easily identified every colleague around her and personally sent them to hell.

Rossiya didn't try to plead for mercy. He knew the guy in front of him was no longer the assassin he had raised since childhood. So, as the assassin lady poisoned him, he turned and ran, heading straight for the door of the room not far away.

He knew the assassin's Originium skills well. It would take some time for her to emerge from the shadows. As long as he ran at full speed and was careful of flying knives, he would have a chance of survival.

At least for now, he can't die! He hasn't become the Lord of Luxembourg yet, and hasn't responded to His Majesty's expectations!

Rossia's feet were like the wind, and he rushed to the door in a few strides. The assassin lady standing by the desk was still slowly poisoning him, as if she was not worried about his escape at all.

Seeing this, Luo Xiya no longer hesitated and immediately pushed the door open and rushed out. But the moment he opened the door, Luo Xiya's heart sank.

There was always a person standing outside the door, a tall and strong man wearing a black military uniform.

"Good evening, Luo Xiya." Seeing Luo Xiya open the door, the man outside waved and greeted him casually. But Luo Xiya stepped back as if he had seen a ghost, and even stumbled and fell to the ground.

He knew the man outside the door, Victory Kalashnikov, his target.

"It's you! You did it! You are the conspirator!!!" The moment Rossia saw that Victory was unharmed, he completely understood the whole story.

Not only did Victor kill the assassins he sent, he even controlled his most capable men in some unknown way. In addition, he attacked the reserve troops outside the Luxembourg Gate and arranged against him inside the Luxembourg.

All the misfortunes he had encountered recently were caused by Victoria behind the scenes.

Victoria did not deny Rossia's guess. He took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at Rossia's heart.

Seeing the gun in Victoria's hand gradually light up, the originally panicked Rossia laughed wildly. At the last moment before his death, he realized the truth and thought of the end of the man in front of him.

"Hahahaha, it's useless. You won't succeed even if you kill me. You've been lurking behind the scenes, waiting until I've killed both of your brothers before you brazenly attack. You really just want Luxembourg, right? Old Swain guessed this, but I didn't expect him to acquiesce to your claim."

Bang————

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet pierced Rossia's lower abdomen.

Victor stared at the smoke from the muzzle of the gun and said word by word, "This shot is for Qiao Luoyi."

"Stop pretending!" Rossiya roared hysterically, ignoring the severe pain in his body. "You don't care about your brothers' lives at all! You only want the position of general! But your conspiracy is doomed to fail! Even if you kill me, Luxembourg will not become yours in the end! You have already lost!!!"

Bang————

The second bullet accurately pierced Rossiya's heart.

Looking at Rossiya, whose eyes were wide open and unwilling to close, Victoria took out his handkerchief and calmly wiped his rifle: "This shot is for Carter. Actually, you are right, I really don't care much about the life and death of my brothers, but so what? This does not prevent me from avenging them. As for the Lord of Luxembourg and the position of General? I don't need to worry about it, you dead man."

"He's right."

When everything was settled, the assassin threw the dagger back into the shadows and slipped quietly into Victoria's arms.

"The reason he dared to attack Luxembourg at all costs was because of Fyodor's support. His Majesty was eager to weaken the power of the old aristocracy. Their true goal was to completely abolish the Sixth Legion."

"I've known this for a long time." Victory wasn't surprised at all. "I had already suspected this when His Majesty ordered you, oh no, ordered Kosice to take over Luxembourg. I just didn't expect him to be so foolish. He'd rather give it up than try to master it... Or perhaps, he'd tried before, but failed?"

"I really can't hide it from you." The assassin lady smiled charmingly and slowly knelt down on the ground along Victory's body. "That's why I am certain that Fyodor is not a qualified emperor."

A Letter from Luxembourg

Saint Stewart Castle

Fyodor, who had just finished the morning meeting, was looking through the documents sent by the ministers. Although in most cases Fyodor felt that this was a waste of his time, there were occasionally some interesting contents in the documents submitted.

For example, a war report from Luxembourg.

Snapped----

After just a few glances, Fyodor threw the battle report on the table with a gloomy face, and then paced back and forth uneasily.

"Someone, please invite Speaker Witte to see you!"

As the guards outside the door retreated in fear, Speaker Witte, who had just left, was called into the office alone.

After pushing the door open and noticing Fyodor's expression, Witt was startled at first, then quickly realized something: "Have those old guys been up to something again? Or... has something gone wrong?"

Fyodor pointed to the battle report on the desk. "Rossia lost. Defense Minister Chervin submitted a battle report from Luxembourg."

Witt frowned, quickly picked up the battle report on the table and glanced at it:

"Count Rossiya blatantly disregarded Imperial law, attacked and attempted to forcibly occupy Luxembourg. He is also suspected of murdering Luxembourg's acting governor, General Akaski's son, Carter Kalashnikov, and his brothers, Choloy and Victor?"

"Keep reading." Fyodor rubbed his temple, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Under the extraordinary circumstances of the successive deaths of Luxembourg's leaders, Rossia's conspiracy advanced very smoothly. But just before he was about to launch a general attack, Victory, the lord of Norvinsk in northern Luxembourg and the third son of General Akaski, led his soldiers to advance.

He first marched south to pacify the turbulent town in the east, then completely controlled the rebellious town of Woden. He then sent troops to raid the Rossiya army's rear when it was at its strongest, and continuously stretched and depleted Rossiya's manpower in the battle for Luxembourg. Finally, he sent a small team to successfully execute a decapitation tactic, slaying the traitor Rossiya?

After reading the battle report, Witt's face was filled with confusion. "Who is this Victor? If I remember correctly, in Rossia's last letter, he said he had gained an absolute advantage, right?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I don't understand." Fyodor shook his head. "Sir Rossiya isn't the type to exaggerate, yet something like this went against common sense."

"In other words, Victoria, the third son of Akaski, defeated Rossiya despite being at an absolute disadvantage, and even sent people to bypass countless guards to behead Rossiya?" Witt rubbed his chin, and several scenarios already came to his mind.

"Your Majesty, do you think this could be the work of... that person?"

"It's unlikely." Fyodor had considered this possibility. "Although he was able to kill Rossiya under the protection of so many loyal warriors, he is not good at commanding troops. Being able to defeat Rossiya multiple times and stabilize the situation at a disadvantage is unlikely to be something he can do."

"But in this case, it will be difficult to abolish the Sixth Legion." Witt paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking.

Now that Rossiya's defeat is a foregone conclusion, instead of thinking about what happened in Luxembourg at that time, it is better to think about how to deal with it afterwards.

"Because of the decapitation tactics, the battle ended a little too early. Although Luxembourg's overall strength is seriously damaged, it has not collapsed completely. It is unlikely to abolish the organization." Fyodor sighed. He had already thought about how those nobles and officers would jump up and down if he forcibly proposed to abolish the organization of the Sixth Army.

Each legion involved a large number of nobles and powerful forces. If the organization was abolished, the nobles would have no choice but to swallow this loss. But now it was clear that the prerequisite of going with the flow was not met. If Fyodor made such a suggestion again, he would have to think about whether the chair under his butt was sturdy enough.

"What is the reputation of Lord Victoria?" Witt's eyes turned and he suddenly asked an unrelated question.

"The general's son?" Fyodor's eyes lit up. He realized what Witte meant. "Victor was very low-key before. I don't have any detailed information about him."

"How can this be possible?" Witte asked with a smile, "This man is now the acting governor of a mobile city and may become the official lord. How can Your Majesty not know him?"

"That makes sense. I'll invite him to an audience right away... No, it would be too abrupt to have an audience now. How about letting the internal guards consider it first and then having an audience after the situation in Luxembourg stabilizes?" Fyodor nodded and put forward his own opinion.

Witte bowed slightly: "Your Majesty, please understand."

On the other hand, Defense Minister Cherven, who left the palace, did not return to his home, but came to the residence of Finance Minister Said in a heavy disguise.

Sayid, who returned home early, had already prepared a secret meeting room, and was obviously prepared for Cherven's secret visit.

"Ha, Brother Sayid's room is still magnificent." After taking off the decorations on his body, Cherven took out the Gallic wine from the cupboard with familiarity and excitedly poured a glass for each of them.

After gently clinking their glasses, the two took a sip each. Cherven smacked his lips in satisfaction and slumped his somewhat plump body into the soft sofa. "Today is the last day. I've already sent in the report. How are your preparations going?"

Sayid shook his glass. "We've already set off. I'm sure that young and lecherous acting governor won't refuse our 'goodwill' and 'advice.'"

"You're definitely well-informed." Cherven narrowed his eyes. "But that guy quietly removed all the obstacles we had in Luxembourg. Do you think he'd be willing to be a dog?"

"Don't use such an insulting word as 'a dog,'" Sayid smiled, his face brimming with confidence. "After experiencing power, wealth, and women, no man would want to live a miserable life. I believe he'll gladly accept our kindness and take the initiative to share our worries, won't he?"

"It has to be you." Cherven smiled and raised his glass: "Cheers, to our new general."

Sayyid also raised his glass: "To our eternal rights and wealth."