I Will Launch Mass Projection

The standard for judging a hero is not by his boasting and rhetoric.

We cannot only look at the victories he achieved and the accomplishments he made under advantageous conditions.

Rather, it's about the choices he makes when he's in a disadvantageous, crisis-ridden, or even desperate situation.

When people comment on matters that don't concern them personally, they always appear reasonable and morally upright. But when the same thing actually happens to them, their ugliness and selfishness are revealed.

Sometimes, it's not about high moral character, understanding, or unwavering loyalty.

They just haven't faced a choice yet.

Therefore, Xierfankai Le was the renowned Lord of Dawnlight, a victorious general trusted by the council and admired by the soldiers. He was indomitable, astute, and wise, a respected military strategist and commander. He cherished the lives of his soldiers and valued honor above life. He was the noblest of spirits, benevolent, steadfast, brave, and generous, the most trustworthy and worthy general to follow in everyone's hearts.

All these honors, titles, and fame are simply because he was never faced with a real choice.

Selendron, the former legion commander of the Dusk Warband, was a rising star in the military before facing a choice; he was a promising young general who rose to fame before his downfall at the gates of Valentan.

To prevent innocent soldiers from dying needlessly at the behest of powerful figures, and to ensure that Kang De's deterrent and proposals were fully delivered back to his homeland, he chose to surrender. Overnight, he became a staunch anti-war advocate, striving to stop the war from continuing, and was thus despised as a coward, a traitor, and a villain.

Faced with a similar choice, Xierfankai Le, who was more famous, more powerful, and bore a heavier responsibility than Selendron, chose to gamble with the lives of hundreds of thousands of expeditionary soldiers and the safety of the entire nation, hoping for a chance to survive against all odds, rather than being abandoned by the Council and losing everything.

Only in the most critical and perilous moments can we truly judge whether a hero is a hero.

When obsession and resentment blind one's eyes, morality quickly slips towards the other side of choice. Some spirits can give up their own honor for the lives of innocent soldiers and the interests of their country, while others can discard these things like worn-out shoes for their own honor and interests.

Since they would inevitably become Kang De's targets for venting his anger and slaughter.

Why not let them play a greater role before they die?

If their sacrifice can increase the success rate of the operation, then it will be worthwhile!

It will be remembered!

Brilliant!

It pleases the gods!

This idea dominated their minds, and the action plan became more radical and resolute. With the Commander-in-Chief pushing forward and taking responsibility, the staff officers and staff chose to remain silent. Everyone knew that this was a dilemma, and everyone knew that the glorious Elven army had been forced into a terrible dead end.

If you disagree, what better idea do you have?

If you oppose it, can you bear this unprecedented shame and responsibility?

Since the Commander-in-Chief has said he will bear all the consequences, then let's do it this way.

Half an hour after the message urging Goth to surrender was delivered, the Elves launched another attack after feigning compliance, pretending to bargain, and rallying their soldiers.

The entire army was mobilized.

With no command system or combat system to speak of, war beasts, supply wagons, and logistics personnel, hidden among the regular troops, launched a one-way offensive against the towering walls of Danfeng Lucerne.

The meticulous arrangements made in the past half hour have yielded results. The elven army's consistently high level of tactical discipline ensured that this desperate charge was not completely chaotic. They maintained their marching posture, with each formation spaced far apart from the others. Each formation had just the right number of soldiers, who roared and charged amidst the desolate sound of horns, their roars fueling their courage.

Their sole mission was to provide cover.

They used their lives to cover the elite assault force.

Consume Kang De's alchemical weapon.

Even the beasts and pack animals were driven towards the city walls.

Even though it was an order that meant certain death, the soldiers obeyed without hesitation, even though they had not long ago witnessed the silver wings sweeping through the air, carrying out a slaughter with efficiency and unstoppable force.

"Speed up! Speed up! Speed up!"

The officers roared feverishly, urging their soldiers to charge towards the walls of Danfeng Lucerne like fearless ant soldiers. "Once we reach the walls, the enemy won't dare use alchemical bombs! Charge into the city! The enemy will be helpless! This is our only hope of survival! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

The earth-shattering, extremely powerful alchemical bomb could not be used near the walls of Danfeng Lucerne, because there were still garrison troops on the walls, and it could not be used inside the city, because there were a large number of civilians inside.

But this means that the invincible Royal Army, which upholds its honor, is already using, and even kidnapping, the lives of civilians in exchange for victory and survival.

This is something that has never happened in hundreds or thousands of years.

However, the ordinary soldiers, suppressing their unease and fear as they charged forward with shouts, had no time to ponder this question. The high elves, hidden among the pack animals and ordinary soldiers, intentionally or unintentionally ignored it; they were simply following Commander Xierfankai Le, regardless of right or wrong.

Because they didn't know of any other way.

And so, death descended from the sky.

A nearly one-ton JDAM Joint Direct Attack Munition fell from the sky, raising a roaring cloud of dust and a huge burst of fire. In a single strike, it leveled an entire elven army. The rolling shockwaves fluttered the flags of nearby troops and shook the hearts of the elves, yet the officers continued to shout and roar.

"Six! See that? It can only carry six of these alchemical bombs!"

"As long as we reach the city walls! We can survive! We can survive!"

The series of roaring explosions in the sky were the deafening roars of the terrifying alchemical weapon swooping down; each time such a sound was heard, it meant death was about to fall from the sky.

Besides the massive alchemical bombs, there were also lightning bolts that could slice through a solid military formation into pieces. As the elven army continued its advance, the relentless attacks rained down, wiping out elven troops that were charging in vain. Only a few severed limbs and blood scattered and fell, landing on the faces, heads, and arms of the soldiers who continued to charge nearby.

Danfeng Lucerne's ranged spells continued to fly out from the city.

There were also barrages of fire from war machines and arrow volleys.

Silver wings from the heavens weaved back and forth across the battlefield, casting down invitations to death.

But none of this was enough to stop the elves' all-out attack. These crazy guys had only the city walls in their eyes, as if reaching them meant victory.

It roared wildly.

It roared wildly.

The mighty army of the Dusk Moon Dynasty, the strongest in the world and the best in the universe, the leader and pioneer of advanced tactics, was now completely without any order or tactics, like a group of madmen who had lost their minds.

Amidst fire, explosions, death, and bloodshed, they roared and charged forward.

Treading to the beat of death, treading on the corpses of our comrades.

War transformed from elegance to cruelty, and from cruelty to madness.

Looking down from the sky, the elves resembled a dense swarm of ants, rushing towards Danfeng Lucerne in a chaotic yet orderly fashion. Death could not stop them, and intimidation could not deter them. These elves seemed to have locked onto their morale, or rather, the threshold for collapse had not yet been reached.

But two rounds of bombing have already taken place.

Kang De's face was ashen, and the voice of Horus rang in his ears.

"Father, we may not have enough bombs. The enemy's formation is extremely dispersed, and they learn very quickly."

The elves launched a full-scale attack, besieging the city on all sides. In addition to the elite forces that had launched the surprise attack the day before, a large number of reinforcements arrived from surrounding major towns within this day. They were numerous, had learned to disperse into open areas, and had magic to defend themselves. They divided the city into more than a dozen attack zones and used this zombie-like, mindless F2A (free-for-all) attack method. Under these circumstances, Kang De's weapons and ammunition were indeed insufficient.

He could destroy the enemy's long-range fire positions, make arrow formations and magic weapon positions unable to raise their heads, and shatter the tactical intentions of any powerful army, but he could not kill an entire army of hundreds of thousands of elves, because defeating them is one thing, annihilating them is another.

"Are they crazy!?"

Kang De's tone was filled with shock, anger, and chilling rage.

No matter how much I planned, I never expected the elves to be this stubborn.

It was assumed that, given their overwhelming air superiority and strategic deterrence, the Elven commanders would know what was important and make the right choice.

But he had unknowingly fallen into a certain misconception.

Not all elves are like the captain and first mate of the Wings of Wayne.

Not all elves are like Selendron of the Dusk Warband.

"Unexpected behavior always has its underlying logic, but Father, now is not the time to talk about that. What's done is done, and we need to deal with it."

The voice of the Iron Son brought Kang De back to his composure.

He asked, "Isn't even the stuff we got from the France enough?"

"It's not enough. The bombs obtained from secret storage at France military bases are suitable for confined spaces; their effectiveness in open areas isn't as good as expected. Even with the ones provided by the Russia, it's still not enough."

Kang De's eyes flickered. "... We can keep refreshing."

Forget about refreshing at the airport; the air strike group can wipe it out in minutes, and it will definitely be gone by then. Replicating it at the airport is a one-off deal; replicating it again is just a waste of time and resources. But the Russia- supplied howitzers, shells, and ammunition are still sitting at the supply depot...

"I must remind you, Father, firstly, we don't have enough alchemical golems to operate the replicated howitzers; secondly, even if we convert all the shells into bombs, to defeat an enemy force of this size and battlefield area, we would need to replicate them an extremely high number of times, making it... very inefficient."

"Instead of wasting precious time replicating shells, it's better to make a more efficient choice."

Horus paused for a moment, then continued, "You know what I'm talking about."

Kang De also remained silent.

Then, he calmly said, "Yes, I know."

After a moment, he continued, "Ending the war won't be that easy, will it?"

"... So, Father?"

"I'm giving them one last warning."

As you wish.

The deafening roar of the dragon echoed through the sky once more, sweeping across the sky above the frantically advancing elven army.

The elven soldiers, gripped by involuntary panic, did not await their deaths. Instead, they heard a voice from the sky. "Soldiers of the Dusk Moon Dynasty, this is my final warning. If you continue forward, I will unleash Forbidden Spell. I repeat, I will unleash Forbidden Spell. Your bravery and sacrifice will be meaningless; it will not only cost you your lives but also plunge both nations into an even greater war..."

"--He's bluffing! He must be running out of bombs!"

Death and bloodshed drove the soldiers mad, and with the encouragement of even more fanatical officers, emotions were easily manipulated and controlled. "We will never surrender! We will not kneel before evil! We will show them the pride and dignity of the elite! Even if we die today, our motherland will remember us!"

"--For the Empress!"

Roaring and frenzied, the final ultimatum only met with a frenzied attack.

War has carved deep chasms, and hatred has sown seeds of division.

Who would believe the enemy's words?

Under the barrage of arrows and spells, the fighter jets returned to the sky. Just then, Horus exclaimed, "Father, look! From the north of the city... elves are approaching the city walls!"

Because of limited ammunition, Kang De could only prioritize attacking large attack groups, leaving smaller targets to the city wall defenders. This was the attack plan previously agreed upon with the Grand Duke. But just then, Iron Son added rapidly, "The intensity of the attack is wrong!"

Kang De looked up and saw a burst of intense light erupting from the city walls, the brilliance of magic, the explosion of elements, and the powerful figures breaking through the defenders' lines like unsheathed swords.

They stormed into the city.

Accelerating with the vector nozzles, it charged toward the breached battle zone. Through the faceplate scan, it could see enemies running rapidly through the city streets. The machine guns roared and swept across the area. Horus swept down into the air, transformed with a clang, and landed with a thud, transforming into a mech combat stance and setting up its four twin machine guns.

But the next moment, sharp edges burst forth from the houses on both sides of the street.

The Transformers parried with its shield, only to be shattered by a combined attack from over a dozen powerful elves. Its massive body flew backward, followed by a barrage of spells and enchanted arrows.

The vector nozzles operated at full power, propelling the Man of Steel into the sky. Dodging the subsequent attacks, Horus, enraged, swept his fire downwards, and the incredibly fast elven warriors charged into nearby houses.

The quagmire of counterinsurgency warfare is indeed a nightmare for modern armies.

Something's not right!

Iron Son reverted to his fighter jet form. "Father, these elves are incredibly strong! They're definitely not at the level of ordinary elf powerhouses! This must be their goal!"

Kang De had already realized this.

Before he could speak, the Grand Duke's voice came through the communicator. "Kang De!"

"... As you can see, they've taken cover in houses and buildings, using the streets and buildings as cover. I'm not good at close combat, so I don't have any good ideas on how to deal with them. It's up to you to come up with a solution."

Kang De said, "The enemy is using ordinary troops as cover to send their elite forces into the city. It is indeed a desperate gamble. I cannot waste any more time. If we allow the elven army outside to enter the city, our advantage and the situation will be completely lost... Your Grace, we must all make a choice."

His tone was very calm and his analysis was clear and logical, giving the Grand Duke no chance to speak.

"--Wait a minute! Kang De! You don't have to do this! Listen to me, we can propose peace talks..."

"If we allow foreign troops to invade, there won't even be a chance for peace talks."

Kang De took a deep breath.

"Therefore, I will initiate Mass Projection."

" --Kang De!"

Let history judge whether today's events are right or wrong.

Kang De said, "What I need to do now is to prevent you from becoming history."

The fighter jet climbed, tilted its head back, accelerated, and roared into the sky, reaching a height of ten thousand meters in just a few dozen seconds. The rolling roar of the dragon resounded throughout the heavens and the earth. Whether inside Danfeng Lucerne City or outside the city, all the pitiful creatures struggling and sinking in the crucible of war watched all of this.

Seemingly lost in thought.

"Commander! Kang De wants to..."

"The adjutant beside Xierfankai Le exclaimed in disbelief."

"You're currently inside Danfeng Lucerne City! Could he possibly cast Forbidden Spell into this city?"

"But the soldiers outside the city..."

"They will consume a Forbidden Spell! Twilight Moon will remember their contribution! And they will remember us! If you want to do something, keep killing! Charge! Capture hostages! Everyone must uphold their duty!"

Madness spread both inside and outside the city.

The soldiers outside the city also remembered the earlier ultimatum.

Forbidden Spell is about to be unleashed.

The unprecedented panic calmed many of the elves down.

Regardless... Valentan's defeat is a fact.

So, is the Forbidden Spell... coming?

Under Kang De's relentless bombardment, driven by death and madness, and on the bloody and brutal battlefield, even the most resilient elven warriors eventually break down.

Especially as death slowly but surely approaches, the foot of the city walls may be the safest haven. Soldiers still far from the walls roar and quicken their pace, while elves, not far from the walls, also accelerate. A chaotic battlefield, elves no longer graceful, pitiful madmen—the end is nigh...

Kang De has returned to the White Mist World.

They were transported through space, leaving the airport in Africa and arriving in the domestic region.

A familiar neighborhood, a familiar city.

Kang De stood silently in the street.

Ending a war is never an easy task; there is always a price to pay.

For example, more peanut butter.

Horus approached his father, trying to lighten the mood. "Father, what should we throw this time?"

The Mass Projection of the Battle of Valentan involved transporting large objects such as roads and heavy vehicles in both directions, accelerating them continuously by gravity to accumulate terrifying power before bombing them.

He surveyed the vehicles on the street, looking for anything more exciting or unusual.

Kang De reached out his hand.

Resonate with, respond to, the White Mist World.

The power derived from Tacitus, resonating with the White Mist World.

The power of spatial laws.

Distorting space, changing concepts.

In an instant, heaven and earth reversed, the concepts of up and down were inverted, and the world before our eyes became distorted. The bustling commercial district and the towering buildings were like grapes on a vine, facing "down".

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PS1: 5000 words! Time for bed!