"Rebels... rebels... they're all fucking rebels! Aaaahhh!!!"
At the border between Horse State and Mammoth State, crooked trenches outlined a devastated battlefield.
Rolling thunder echoed through the torrential rain, extinguishing the slowly burning fires in the dead grass and drowning out the cries of wounded soldiers in the trenches.
Outside the military tent at the frontline position, General Arayan threw back his head and hammered his chest with his right fist.
It was impossible to tell whether the broken sound was laughter or sobbing, yet it bore an uncanny resemblance to the captain of the Imperial Guard standing at the palace gates.
Damn it...
Damn them!
Arayan's heart was filled with resentment.
He possessed a talent for warfare and should have made his mark on the battlefield, yet he had fallen to such a state.
It was already mid-March.
Nearly two months had passed since Heaven Capital fell.
In those short two months, Heaven Capital had changed hands twice, and Xilan had lost nearly all its territory.
The front was the same.
After nearly half a year of hard fighting, the Gray Wolf Army had been pushed back to the original state border.
At the end of last year, they had still been able to trade blows with Lacey's forces. Around the New Year, they had even won several beautiful victories with the tanks sent by the legion.
Yet those rebels seemed impossible to kill off.
One batch died after another, only for wave after wave to rush forward and tear into his Gray Wolves in the mud.
Those bastards had grown stronger with every battle. At first, they had merely been a rabble, but now they even had exoskeletons and aircraft.
Meanwhile, the Gray Wolf Army had only grown more exhausted. By now, even their supply lines could no