Victory Without a Fight

Carnford Army's artillery preparation had just stopped, but the deafening cannon fire still echoed through the air, and the billowing smoke had yet to fully clear.

The officers and veterans were preparing to give the final charge cry as usual, inspiring the recruits experiencing the bloody siege for the first time to charge bravely forward.

However, much to everyone's surprise!

Before the officers could even shout their commands, the five hundred vanguard recruits clad in brand-new breastplates and wielding sharp blades suddenly sprang forward like springs compressed to their limit. They let out all kinds of unintelligible yet savage roars, their eyes bloodshot.

They completely ignored formation and cover, surging out of their starting positions like a flood bursting through a dam. They scrambled toward the breach in the walls ahead, which had been torn apart by artillery and was littered with wreckage and smoke, charging forward as if their lives depended on it!

They moved so quickly that many experienced veterans and junior officers were left behind!

"These brats... They're crazy!" William stared at the completely out-of-control charge before him, dumbfounded. Then he came to his senses and roared furiously, "Keep up! Hurry and keep up! Protect the flanks! Don't let them get scattered!"

But at this moment, any order seemed pale and powerless. Ignited by the twin desires for "land" and "revenge," the recruits had only one thought left in their minds—charge in! Kill more people! Claim more credit!

Meanwhile, inside Tyrol Fortress, after enduring half an hour of devastating artillery bombardment, the defenders had already fallen into extreme chaos and panic.

The sturdy walls had been torn open by a massive breach. The barracks and fortifications near the southern wall had been blasted into ruins. Dismembered corpses were scattered everywhere, and the cries of the wounded rang