Grain shop friend Aki Wetane stood by the bank of the glacier, staring at the orange-yellow sun flag flying across the river, in a daze. The early spring sunshine shone on him warmly, pulling his shadow into a long line behind him.

The glacier is also called the Extreme Cold River by the people in the opposite country. In winter, the river water is cold and bone-free, but it never freezes. It flows out of Ankenryin inland, winds eastward along the junction of Ankenryin and the Arund Empire, and finally flows into the East Ocean. It is said that at the intersection of rivers and sea water, there is a semicircular ice belt for half a year. It is a natural wonder formed by the cold river water and sea water meeting, which loses the cold but not freezing characteristics.

"Aki, are you in a daze again?"

Taha Seniye walked out from behind Aki and carried a huge steam backpack. The Type 27 steam rifle that the two had just become familiar with recently seemed like an unreal toy in Taha Seniye's hands.

"Brother Senie", Aki Wetten called out, and remembered the two of them. At the beginning of Blackwood's riot, he met the dock worker Taha Senie in prison. He thought that both sides would not survive for a few days, but he was suddenly recruited and threw himself into the suicide squad. Then he was confused by the army of the Southern Theater Command to the glacier defense line and became a small member of this war zone that lasted for 800 years.

"I heard from the commander that the fight has started in the west. If Grand Duke Luo Ning is really as powerful as the legendary one, we should be able to go home soon."

Taha knew that the young man in front of him had been homesick again and tried to comfort him. But his words did not relieve Aki's worries, but instead made him even more desperate.

"We are now rebels, and the rebels cannot go home. If the emperor knows, the whole family will be beheaded..."

Aki's words were filled with crying voice. He was originally just a small grain shop guy. He had never left Brackwood in his life, but he was inexplicably sent to the glacier defense line thousands of miles away, and was also criticized by the rebels. If it were anyone, Aki felt that he would be sad and worried for a while.

"Okay, stop crying." Taha Senier's temperament is much tougher than Aki. Although it was the first time he left Blackwood, he was more open-minded than this young man. In his opinion, having food, clothes to wear, and living without illness or disaster is the greatest happiness.

"Anyway, no matter what, we are already Roninger's soldiers. Now we can only hope that the Grand Duke will win this battle and make military achievements and return home. Maybe we can still shine our ancestors."

"That's not that easy..."

Aki Wetanen replied a while, but suddenly stopped. Taha Senier didn't realize why Aki stopped at first, but soon found the reason. Opposite them, there were a large number of brown soldiers gathered. They were the troops of the Alang Empire, the troops where Aki and Taha were located, and the targets of guarding against and fighting.

"What are they doing?"

Aki was a little uncertain. In his sight, the brown soldiers were walking towards the river with many huge barrels, and more soldiers followed them, most of them holding the barrels high, like some kind of pilgrimage or sacrifice array.

"Damn it! Go!!!"

Taha Seniey realized the seriousness of the matter faster than Aki Wetane. The people and enemies on the other side seemed to be preparing to cross the river! This was something that had never happened in more than two hundred years, and it was also something that the opponent would never do before leaving.

Taha Senier stumbled and pulled Aki Wetane to start running, and they didn't even look back. It was already true that the army of the Alangte Empire began to cross the river, and then, they probably wouldn't have time to relax by the river.

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The newly formed Eighth Legion, Ninth Legion and Tenth Legion of the Southern Theater Command were the newly formed Eighth Legion, Ninth Legion and Tenth Legion of the Southern Theater Command. The three fully formed Legion had more than 180,000 people, and were a large but inexperienced recruits. Although Charlie Ronin inserted many veterans of the Glacier Defense Line into the grassroots of the troops, the scale of a few hundred people was not enough to allow these three troops to have calm and mature war experience. In this regard, when facing the madman Gukohein Foster, he became the death-seeking god of death.

The Fourth Division of the 77th Army of Gukohein Foster chose to cross the river on a sunny morning in early spring, and it was open and bright. The recruits on the opposite side were a little busy at first, but soon stabilized their positions under the command of experienced grassroots officers. Years of battle allowed both sides to be prepared for the traditional attack method of crossing the river. The two sides of the glacier were densely filled with wooden stakes of two or three people high, in order to prevent the enemy from crossing the river. But this time Gukohein took a unique approach. He first rushed forward with a shield boat, and relied on the wooden stakes that resisted the landing of ships on the north side of the river bank, and established a rope bridge connecting the two sides. Then, along the rope bridge, he used large wooden round barrels made by hand.

Build a large area of ​​pontoon bridge. By sending soldiers onto the pontoon bridge, after fierce shooting, he forced the defenders on the river bank to retreat. Even though Annkinre tried his best to command and resist the veterans from the glacier defense line, the new recruits were unfamiliar with weapons, unfamiliar with landing and anti-landing warfare, and natural fear of death, so that the defensive forces facing Gulakos head-on lost their fighting spirit and began to collapse after several rounds of gunfire. At this time, even the most powerful generals could no longer turn the situation around. Gucahein successfully occupied a beachfront position, and then began to send his Fourth Division to this familiar and unfamiliar land.

By the evening, the troops who had entered the vanguard had consolidated the beachhead positions, and the defensive forces that were repelled by them were reassembling one kilometer away from the river bank to establish an encirclement. It was at this time that Gucohein Foster boarded Ankenrien's land and became the first General Aronte to climb the north bank of the glacier in eight hundred years.

"As you expected, the enemy's combat skills and experience are not as good as ours. We have now taken the beachhead position and repelled the enemy's two attacks. However, relying solely on one division of the Fourth Division, it is difficult for us to defend this position for a long time. We must find a way to pull others in."

Since the war has begun, intelligence officer Aidan Piro has completely entered the war mode. Now Gukohein has gained a temporary advantage due to the sudden attack. However, this small advantage will soon become a terrible and fatal disadvantage due to the huge number of people between the two sides. After all, it is easy to land and difficult to retreat. If you cannot use the already-built pontoon bridge to win over more of your own troops and launch an attack on the 4th Division, which crosses the river privately, will only have one end.

"other people?"

Gukohein smiled, "How can I be willing to give such a great contribution to others?"

He stood at the bridgehead of the pontoon bridge, looking at the soldiers who were building the beachhead in front of him, and the team that had gradually begun to sparsely beneath the pontoon bridge, and made the boldest decision in his life.

"Tell me the order, cut off the ropes of the pontoon bridge, give up the beachhead position, and launch a direct attack on the enemy! Our Fourth Division, this time, has no plans to go back!"

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"What the hell is this fighting?"

In the palace in Roswell, Paul Gibson was getting angry. Charlie Ronin has been attacking for five days. Whether it was the Munze defensive battle or the provincial front line, they were all broken into a pool of mud. The two combat zones on the north and south sides were playing against the construction of the iron shield chest wall defense line, but there was no side that had the ability to break the deadlock!

"Your Majesty, please calm down."

Prime Minister Emil Irving looked down at the floor.

"How can I calm down! Ah?! Tell me, how can I calm down?!"

Paul Gibson became more and more angry as he spoke, "One asked me for reinforcements and said that the enemy was the elite of the glacier defense line and could not be defeated. I gave it to him. The other said he wanted to attack, but after two days of fighting, he told me that there was no progress because the enemy used the damn iron shield bullshit line of the Republic of Negru!"

"Your Majesty, the iron shield chest wall defense line can indeed effectively restrain the gun cruising tactics. If the terrain is built appropriately and there are no weaknesses on both wings, it is difficult for even the cavalry to find a breakthrough point. Didn't Prince Wenfeng also use the iron shield chest wall defense line to defend Mu Enze?"

Emil still lowered his head and tried to persuade His Majesty the Emperor. Henry Claflyn, the Grand Duke of the Golden Lion, stood beside the two without saying a word.

"Henry, what should I do if I do in this situation? Is it so stiff?"

Paul was anxious for a while and calmed down a little. He turned to ask Henry, hoping to get an answer from this expert.

"The most effective weapon on hand is the hand artillery cavalry. As far as I know, the factory of the Royal Weapons Research Institute has concentrated all its core military forces to fully produce steam hand artillery. It is expected that in another three weeks, the equipment of a reorganized division will be completed."

"Three weeks?"

Paul Gibson repeated that time and gritted his teeth. Now Ankenriin's strategic environment is not good. The Republic of Niglu is eyeing him in the west, and the rebel Charlie Ronin in the east claims to change the dynasty. The serfs and working class within were not very stable. If he was not careful, a crisis that endangers his personal rule might break out. At this time, who has the patience to wait for three weeks?

"Your Majesty, three weeks are already the fastest. In order to produce steam hand cannons, even the production of the Honor rifle has been suppressed, and we will do our best to ensure the steam hand cannons. The brothers on the logistics side have already tried their best."

Henry Claflyn also knew that three weeks were too long, and that many changes might occur. But even so, Ankenray could only move to this speed due to this war machine.

"Don't the Glory Rifles need to be replaced all? If you are forced to produce, how can you ensure the replacement of the front-line troops?" Emil Irving interrupted, a little worried. Many of their family's land is in the province, and now they are facing the threat of war, and their attitude is a little anxious.

"That boy Elliot has a factory with good production capacity, so they will come out." Paul Gibson knew about this, "The Glory Rifle is not a problem. Now you have to solve the problem, and find a way to break the deadlock! I don't want to wait for the Negro Republic to come over. I haven't wiped this shit from Charlie Ronin!"

"I understand, your majesty."

"Okay, your majesty."

Henry Claflyn and Emil Irving looked at each other and were about to continue the discussion, but were interrupted by the messenger outside the door.

"Your Majesty", perhaps there is too much bad news recently, the messenger has obviously calmed down this time, "For Ronninger, the Alang Empire landed on the north bank of the glacier a day ago, defeated Ronninger's defenders, and began to advance to Xulangka!"

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On the eleventh day after Gukohein cut off the pontoon bridge, news of the war reached Elena.

"I didn't expect your father to have such connections. This news is very important to me."

Gastenth closed the note in his hand, stood by the window of the office, looking at the busy factory outside, "Once the war between the Arant Empire and ours begins, no one can care about our little Alena."

"So what are you going to do?" Daisy sat on the bed, looking lazy, and during this small break after lunch, she could be alone with Gastens. This made her feel relaxed and comfortable.

"Land Reform", Gastenth turned around, "Eilena has a good environment and a good foundation, but the production relations are still old. I gave it a layer of skin, but this layer of skin is still not as good as the real land system reform. Launching land reform and dividing land to households can completely mobilize the enthusiasm of the peasant class and allow us to get the support of the most promising group in this country."

"But launching a land reform is almost equivalent to challenging the ruling class of this country. Aren't you worried that your thighs, Elliot, will you become enemies with you?"

"Come into the village quietly, don't shoot the gun," Gastens smiled and said something he only understood, "First expel all the remaining landlords, leave the serfs, and then quietly hold meetings and divide the land. As long as we do not openly raise the flag to rebel, Eliot, even if he doesn't like it, can only endure it."

"But why are you so anxious?" Daisy was still a little puzzled. "When the first crop of earthy potatoes are harvested in summer, our food supply will be completely independent. Wouldn't it be better?"

"I'm afraid it's too late. Before the real war begins, we must have enough strength to protect ourselves, and if we can, we must also have enough strength to protect Ankenrien."

Gastens did not say it clearly. But in his memory, the Arant Empire broke through the ice defense line, but the beginning of the entire great war. Although the timeline of history has been beyond recognition in this life, Gastens could vaguely feel that it was not far from the day when a full-scale war broke out.

Daisy was silent, she stood up, walked to the window, and hugged Gastenth.

"Dear, no matter what you do, I believe and support you, and I just hope that you will not disappoint so many people who believe in you and follow you."

"Don't worry, I love our career more than anyone else, and I will never let it go."

Gastenth held Daisy's hand in his backhand, and he had already begun to think about the next stage of work. If Elena's land reform could be completed before the war broke out, he would set up a banner on this land, a banner belonging to the serfs and the working class. This banner would become his greatest motivation for promoting his career.
Chapter completed!