Full Advance and the Situation in the North

"It's me, I killed him!"

George The hand holding the gun couldn't stop shaking, and the barrel of the gun was still slightly hot.

It is said that this battle has received great attention from all the adults in the kingdom, even under the eyes of His Majesty. Naturally, no one dares to snatch this credit.

The Hobgoblin and Tiefling beside them looked at George with eyes full of envy and even jealousy. Their eyes were red with regret, and they wanted to eat the human alive.

"Damn"

"It turned out to be him."

"You lucky guy, just wait and see."

But this can only be thought about, otherwise the supervisor's whip will make them understand what absolute military discipline is.

You must know that this is Earl of the Bosk Family, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces. Such a great contribution is enough to be knighted, but he was snatched away by a mere human in front of him.

"Hahahaha, I. I killed him."

George murmured to himself. The picture of himself rising through the ranks and becoming Dragon Blood Noble appeared in his mind. All the suffering and training he had endured before were worth mentioning in front of the sweetness of success.

And as Loren Bosk fell under his gun, the inferiority complex of being a serf buried deep in his heart disappeared.

It seems that those pretentious Noble Lord are nothing more than that.

Even the North's most powerful Bosque noble is still a mortal body who cannot withstand bullets, no different from "Gray Livestock" who was born as a serf.

Loren's death in battle completely destroyed Bosque's heavy armored cavalry.

There were dense gunshots all around, and everywhere visible to the naked eye were Embers of the Burned Kingdom's troops. They fell one after another like Leeks.

The spear shield soldiers and crossbowmen that followed were almost collapsed. The Kingdom infantry and the Kobold Legion attacked from the front and back, and even elite skirmishers attacked from the flanks. This seemingly solid defense was penetrated like a sieve, and many points bloomed in the position, filled with Kingdom soldiers charging feverishly.

What's more, they also lost their supreme commander. With enemies from both sides, these elites from the North countries could only collapse in the position like headless flies. Even if they resisted, they would not be able to make much splash.

Soon, this stubborn force was swept away by the kingdom's troops and wiped out.

Afton Battle ended like this without any twists and turns. Most of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom's losses came from accidental damage on our own side.

Even the soldiers of the kingdom didn't take this war seriously, and they didn't even find it enjoyable. Perhaps only George, who had found a huge bargain, felt complacent and overjoyed about it.

The war continues, and proceeds surprisingly quickly.

Under the decision of Kingdom General Staff and the order of Marshal Dolo, the Kingdom's army divided into three groups and launched fierce offensives in three directions: west, east and south.

They have the confidence to crush their opponents while dividing their forces, thereby maximizing military efficiency.

This is still tactical contempt, but they have this kind of strength.

In recent years, with the infiltration of "Nocturne" troops, the military status of the North countries has no secrets in the eyes of the kingdom and can be seen at a glance.

The kingdom's high-level staff have long made various analysis reports, clearly pointing out that the Northern United Kingdom, which has been inherited for thousands of years and seems to be quite large, is just a weak "Giant Infant" in front of the kingdom that has experienced the magic industrial revolution. The only one who needs Qidian attention is the southern martial Bosque Duchy.

Just like that, the horn of march was completely blown.

A mixed corps with two human reserve infantry divisions, Kobold cannon fodder regiments and dozens of Wyvern as its main force rushed westward. The Balash Great Plains in the vast plain to the east of Carter Duchy tore through the coalition's defense line of about 40,000 people like a bamboo.

They were like a sharp blade piercing the heart. The rapid and deep advance force composed of infantry and air force quickly tore apart and surrounded the ancient and huge coalition forces.

The regiment, with two Lizardmen mixed infantry and cavalry divisions, Goblin cannon fodder regiments, nearly a hundred Wyverns, and a Ogre giant artillery battalion as its main force, marched eastward. With their absolute firepower advantage, they simply broke open the coalition defense lines guarding the rivers and mountain passes.

Immediately afterwards, according to the plan, the regiment left all its baggage and went deep into the enemy's territory with light equipment. In just a few days, it advanced up to 60 kilometers in depth in Fano Duchy. It soon arrived at the eastern border of Anzeta and began to "make dumplings" for the defenders everywhere.

What's even more frightening is that Keosius's Speeches's images were released by Wyvern to Anzeta places, and countless Northern Nobless were frightened by this.

But misfortunes never come singly. At the same time, the "Kindling" movement led by players has been launched in the North countries one after another, causing a great stir.

These rebels are usually extremely tenacious, led by players full of whimsical ideas, and also have weapon assistance from the Embers of the Burned Kingdom. This forces the nobles to send a large number of private troops to suppress them, thus scattering a lot of power.

The fall of the North's principalities seems to be only a matter of time.

But they still have one last hope - Bosque Duchy.

There are the brave and fearless "Northern Lion" Grand Duke Leo, there are Lionheart Knight Order who have achieved countless glorious achievements, and there are reinforcements from the Feanso Continent and even Prime Material Plane, and even Outer Plane.

They have brought together the expectations and strength of everyone under the old order of the North, hoping to defeat the main forces of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom in one fell swoop and kill the terrible Red Dragon that is causing trouble for the North.

Naturally, the staff of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom also knew this very well, and both parties agreed unanimously.

So, hundreds of Red Scale Conqueror, one hundred and fifty-three Dragon Oath Paladin, a giant artillery regiment composed of thousands of Ogre, tens of thousands of the most elite Hobgoblin, Tiefling infantry, and more than a dozen Chimera, twenty heavily armed Terrain Dragon Beast, more than six hundred Wyvern, nearly 30,000 Dragonblood Kobold, and all Starfallers regiments affiliated with the kingdom, all gathered together to form a large-scale main force of the kingdom, marching toward the south in a mighty manner.

Their goal is only one - the largest city in Bosque Duchy, the earliest city established in the great migration of Scania People in history, and the nominal capital of the Northern United Kingdom for thousands of years, "Lion City" Strasbourg.

Embers of the Burned Kingdom's army marched like this, even the earth was shaking, and the surrounding birds fled one after another.

There were heavy breathing sounds everywhere, the muffled sound of wheels rolling over the snow, and the sound of Terrain Dragon Beast's heavy footsteps.

Among the team, Mezhuolash turned his head and glanced meaningfully at the blond young man beside him.

"Andre, we are about to face your father, what do you think?"

"No."

The blond young man responded calmly.

Mezhuolash smiled and shook his head and whispered:

"To be honest, I still don't understand why you chose to devote yourself to the kingdom after living in North Wind Fortress for a while. You must know that you are a descendant of Bosque and the beloved son of Duke Leo."

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Andre was silent for a long time before looking into the distance with a firm expression.

"For the oath in my heart, there is always something more important than power in this world."

"Also, I am not committed to the Embers of the Burned Kingdom."

"After living in the past few years, I have seen clearly that your kingdom is not a good thing. But at least it is much better than the North, which is rotten from beginning to end, with pus flowing to the bones."

"Haha."

Mezhuolash laughed again and stopped talking. The Tiefling leader seemed to have heard something quite humorous.

It's a worse world than anything else, and the Kingdom wins hands down.

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