"I could smell the sea..."
On a jeep, a Peng Joe officer who looked somewhat disheveled licked his lips. Unable to contain himself, he grabbed the railing and stood up.
The air carried the scent of the sea! It was not actually as miraculous as the poets described. It was merely a little fishy, with a faint stink—but it was unique! After more than half a year of madly pushing forward, Peng Joe had finally broken through half the South Continent along the Dilis Mountains and reached the western coast.
When the jeep shot over the hillside, the sea instantly filled their entire field of vision!
They had made it! The rangers had not sent any signals so far, which meant they had not encountered the enemy here. This came as something of a surprise to the Peng Joe officer.
He had thought the Gefrans would have built fortifications here long ago, waiting for them to crash headlong into them!
Yet there was nothing here!
Were they... really that stupid?
But this was good news for the Peng Joe People. The railway behind them was being built quickly, and the follow-up troops advanced westward along it.
They brought in supplies while stationing troops at each location, then quickly continued west.
Large numbers of natives were captured and forced to lay the railway. Corpses of natives who had collapsed in the ditches could be seen everywhere along both sides of the tracks!
The Peng Joe Empire had already been utterly beaten on the Nagaril battlefield. Domestic conflicts were intensifying, and class struggle was gradually rising. If they did not move faster, this enormous empire could run into serious trouble! No one dared imagine what kind of trouble that would be, and no one could imagine what might happen. People simply feared