Descending to the Mortal Realm

The Fearless Vanguard, caught between the armies on both sides, was now in a perilous position.

The elite troops of the Fearless Vanguard in the north, along with most of the Garrison Legion's main force, were surging against the third trench-and-parapet line in wave after wave. With the battle lines fully spread out, even with Hextech users helping defend, the Highland Walkers' First Regiment was under terrifying pressure.

In such a grinding battle, even though the Fearless Vanguard was the one attacking, it couldn't simply withdraw at will. The slightest misstep could turn the retreat into a rout.

Meanwhile, the Plains Walkers' First Regiment, which had circled around from the south using the dandelion tactic, had finished forming up and was beginning its pincer attack. The reserve troops Ulwo had assigned to deal with them still couldn't assemble because of the ongoing bombardment...

It was no exaggeration to say that the Fearless Vanguard was now at the end of its rope!

Seeing that the reserves still couldn't form an effective blocking force, Ulwo finally gritted his teeth and handed the rear guard duties to his deputy. He then took some of the command staff and headed for the attacking force, hoping to bring the assault to an orderly halt and regroup the troops.

If they acted quickly enough, they might still be able to turn back before the defenders in the trench zone reacted. Then, as long as they broke through the encirclement, all their problems would be solved!

Ulwo's plan was sound.

Unfortunately, reality had no intention of following his plan. He had only just reached the front line and hadn't even had time to organize a retreat when the Highland Walkers' First Regiment, which had been under heavy pressure, prepared to launch an attack of its own.

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