On the line between Ankenryin and Lailin, stone boundary monuments stand tall and are connected in a row. On both sides of the boundary monuments, words written in Ruiyin are carved, declaring Ankenry's sovereignty over the land after the boundary monuments. The commander of the Western Theater Command, Paul Zhong, stood next to a boundary monument that was vicissitudes by the wind and rain, stroking the stone monument and silent. Beside him, the camp of the Negro Republic army was already far away. The blue and white snow-capped mountain flags fluttered on the land of the Principal of Lailin, making a sound of rushing.

"You must hate me very much, don't surrender, don't go to the Central Mountains, or even bow your head to Paul Zhong, do you hate me? I hate you, put these 100,000 people before the two armies, and put them in this Jedi."

Paul Bell's voice was floating in the wind, and Sky Hamm, the commander of the Third Legion, who was standing beside him, stepped forward and supported him.

"Sir, we don't regret it. As long as it is your order, no matter where you go or what you do, we will not regret it, let alone resent it."

"Yes, sir." Standing on the other side, Miguel Kili, chief of staff of the Western Theater Command, was watching the distance with a telescope in his hand, looking at his commander, "You gave our lives to you, and we will not lose money if we give it back now."

Paul Zhong chuckled twice and turned around and looked. Since he decided to station Ankenryin, they have taken the initiative to contact Ankenryin's Ministry of Defense and received some support. Now, the remaining 100,000 people in the Western Theater Command are building defense lines on this border line. The same iron shield chest walls are intertwined. However, the enemies they face are no longer the Negro Republic troops who only knew how to use Welsh Type 2 rifles to line up to shoot.

"Sir, let's go back. It's too close to the enemy, it's dangerous." The commander of the Second Legion, Tobias Pas, advised him. The boundary marker is no longer a safe place, and the enemy may launch an attack at any time. If you stay here for a long time, if you are captured alive by the enemy, your face will be really ruined.

"Well, I have seen the boundary marker, and the enemy has also seen it. Let's go back."

Paul Zhong nodded, and finally gently stroked the rough boundary marker, looked at the words on it, and sighed. To be honest, he himself didn't know how long the mission of this boundary marker could last.

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"Mr. Commander, you are ready and can attack at any time!"

Under the flying snow mountain flag, the chief of staff of the Eastern Front Command, Stefan Schgwa, was wearing a brand new military uniform and standing straight. The commander of the Eastern Front Command, Taijia Bush, stood on the high command platform, looking at his subordinates and soldiers.

He waved his hand and gave the order.

"Tell me the order, attack!!!"

The drums rang in the air, and the slogans and slogans spread out like waves from the command platform with Tai'e Bush as the core. The soldiers who had been ready to march were arranged in neat marching orders and began to cross the border. Those silent boundary markers watched silently as their enemies entered the territory they guarded, indifferent.

In the final analysis, they are just stones. To maintain Ankenrien's dignity and glory, only those who live in this land can only be depended on.

On July 27, Lu Yuan, the Republic of Niglu invaded Ankenrien.

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The situation is worse than expected.

Standing in front of the sand table, Paul Zhong frowned and looked at the terrain that was not very complicated. The border between the Duchy of Lailin and Ankenrien was flat and almost without any danger. The limited number of hills could not play much role before finding a way to break the enemy's steam cannons. Therefore, according to Paul Zhong's order, the soldiers of the Western Theater Command established their own defense lines on a plain. The same iron shield chest wall and the same strict barriers. Unlike before, the soldiers dug a large number of trenches about one to two kilometers in front of the iron shield chest wall. The inspiration of these trenches came from Elena, but their function was only to stop the enemy's steam cannons. The eight-wheeled trenches carrying steam cannons had high requirements for the terrain. These trenches could very well slow the enemy's attack with steam cannons as the core and gain more time for the Western Military Region.

"Sir, the news of the scouts, the enemy has crossed the border."

Miguel Kili, chief of staff of the Western Theater Command, had already taken on the job of a messenger. He ran in from outside the military tent, panting.

"Commander, it's about to begin."

Skye Hamm said softly, but he unconsciously clenched his sword in his hand.

"Start it, this battle is always going to be fought."

Paul Zhong put the last small flag in his hand that represented his side and inserted it into the front of the enemy's soldiers on the sand table. He turned his head left and right and asked a question softly.

"Have your family been sent back?"

"Well, they have all been sent to the territory of the Golden Lion Grand Duke."

"That's good, don't worry, let's fight this battle beautifully."

"Here!"

The generals standing around Paul Bell responded loudly, with a loud voice. When the victory or defeat was no longer so important, when they chose to return and fight on this land, the once complicated thoughts became simple, and there was only one only belief left in everyone's mind.

No matter what, the name of the Western Theater Command cannot be lost!

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Although both sides were fully prepared, the war did not begin so quickly. Taijia Bush's steam cannon tactics and the army's marching speed depended entirely on the heavy and inconvenient steam cannons. More than sixty steam cannons were placed on the characteristic steel frame trucks, driving on hardened roads that were originally used to connect the traffic between the Principality of Lailin and Ankenrien. But even so, the engineering teams that advanced as the steam cannons still had to put the characteristic thick wooden boards under the wheels from time to time to ensure that the large carts could pass through certain obstacles smoothly. With such caution, the army of the Niglu Republic encountered their first obstacle half a day after entering Ankenrien.

The trenches dug by the Western Theater Command army. Those trenches were more than three meters wide and more than four meters deep, which were simply chains that straddle the march road. These chains completely blocked the advance of the Negro Republic's army. At the rear of the trenches, the Western Theater Command even arranged troops in regiments, most of which were cavalry responsible for attacking and harassing the enemy. To fill the trenches, the Negro Republic's army needed to fight against the enemy's cavalry's sparring guns. To attack, you had to cross the trenches. In any case, you could not marches comfortably.

"It's just some trenches. Push people up, rush over to occupy the opposite position, and fill them up, without regard to casualties."

The Tai family Bush's idea is clear and the countermeasures are clear. The enemy cannot place large troops behind the trench. Their own steam cannons can be set up on the side of the trench to directly destroy the enemy's defense line. That's why they chose to concentrate the cavalry and implement harassment tactics. To deal with harassment tactics, as long as they ignore their sacrifices, fill the soldiers in the trench and then rush up. There is no way and there is no time to arrange the gun formation, they cannot stop themselves.

"Sir, the enemy cavalry arranged the gun formation behind the trench, and the first batch of infantry rushing over suffered heavy losses!"

The new battle report brought to Tai'e Bush a deep surprise. The cavalry gave up their horses to fight the volleyball infantry tactics, which could indeed prevent their own people from crossing the trench. But since they did not plan to fight here, why should they do this? You must know that as long as they ignore casualties, how long can those small volleyball formations stop themselves?

"Report to the commander, we have destroyed the enemy's defense line and have begun to backfill the first trench!"

"Just fill in two roads and let the cart pass by, and you don't need to fill them all."

The Tai family Bush issued an order and asked another question.

"How are the enemy casualties?"

"The enemy will not retreat when we fight to the death. Our side attacks fiercely, killing more than a thousand enemies, and the enemy is almost wiped out by us!"

"I understand, let me know and march as soon as possible!"

Tai's Bush shook his head gently. Although Ankenriin is a cavalry power, the cost of cultivating a cavalry is still not low. What is Paul Zhong's plan to throw these cavalry here?

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"The enemy broke through the first trench."

In the command of the Western Theater Command, the atmosphere was not as exciting as the Republic of Negru. Everyone looked very heavy, and even speaking seemed to be under pressure.

"How are the casualties?"

Paul Zhong moved the enemy's flag on the sand table forward and asked in a low voice.

"Seventy percent died for the country."

The old hand holding the small flag shook and stabilized again.

"Prepare the list and send it to Roswell, they are both Ankenriin's heroes."

"Here!"

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On the third day after entering Ankenriin, after breaking through the two trench defense lines temporarily dug in the Western Theater Command, the army of the Niglu Republic finally met their old rival again, the army of the Western Theater Command. The blue snow-capped mountain flag and the red meteorite flag fluttered in the wind, making a sound of rushing.

"Two trenches and six thousand cavalrymen blocked each other for three days, and we have tried our best."

On the command tower under the Meteorite, Miguel Kili, chief of staff of the Western Theater Command, reported softly to Paul Zhong, "The next one is the tough battle."

"Have His Majesty the Emperor's reply?"

After Paul Zhong decided to stay in Ankenrein to fight, he sent an apology to Emperor Paul Gibson. In the letter, he admitted his mistake of intention to be independent and occupying the mountain as king, and also expressed that in the face of the attack of the Negro Republic, he decided to shed the last drop of blood for Ankenrein with sin. At the same time, he also put forward his own ideas on how to deal with the steam cannons of the Negro Republic. This letter was the last gift he left to these survivors of the Western Theater Command. He hoped that His Majesty the Emperor could give his men a way out for his own sake.

"not yet."

Miguel Keelli is one of the few people who know that Paul Zhong wrote this letter. His reply was not too emotional, but Paul Zhong could feel his emotions. It was touching and heavy.

The drums of the Republic of Negru came from the air. From their command platform, the light reflected from the armor of the soldiers in the front row of enemy troops could be seen.

For some reason, the light was so dazzling.

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The first day of the battle lasted for three and a half hours. Sixty steam cannons of the Republic of Neglu fired nine rounds, but still did not break through the defense line of the Western Theater Command. The soldiers and generals who retreated from the Principality of Lailin used the willpower and combat power that surprised the First Legion, which built a second line of defense in the rear, and their enemies, to stubbornly blocked the enemy's attack.

"Commander, the numbers are coming out. Because many bodies cannot be identified and disappeared, many troops have disappeared in the entire system, so it may be inaccurate..."

Miguel Kili handed a piece of paper with a few numbers to Paul Zhong, who was sitting in a daze under the pyroxene light. It was already late at night, and except for the two generals and staff teams on duty, everyone else went back to rest. During the day, the command center, which was particularly crowded during the day, was a little lonely under the pyroxene light.

Paul Zhong took the paper, took a look, placed it on the sand tray beside him, covering the small red and blue flags. He took the tea cup, took a sip of the tea, and put it down again.

"Is that letter back?"

"not yet."

Miguel Kiley lowered his head, he knew what Paul Zhong was waiting for. The only thing this old man who had made the decision was his subordinates and his relatives. And His Majesty's forgiveness was the last little right he could fight for for his subordinates.

"Tomorrow, it should be a good weather..."

Paul Zhong raised his head and looked through the thick felt tent on the military tent, looking at the sky. On the ink blue sky, the full moon hangs low and the stars shine.

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The next day, the attack of the Niglu Republic lasted for six hours, with sixty steam cannons exploding twelve gates. The defense line of the Western Theater Command was still alive.

"commander……"

When Miguel Kili walked into the military tent with the paper, Paul Zhong sat in the same position as yesterday, in a daze. He placed a thick cup of black leaf tea on the sand table, and the smoke was floating.

"I won't watch it."

Paul Zhong stood up and walked out of the military tent. The wind in the summer night blew across his face, hot and faintly, insects ringing in the night, rising and falling, like the melody played by the music master.

"Have you replied?"

"not yet."

Miguel Kiley's voice was already trembling slightly. What Paul Zhong and the Western Theater did before were not so easy to be forgiven. Is it really correct to use his sacrifices and his soldiers on this land to exchange for forgiveness and a way out?

Really, is that OK?

"Then wait a little longer."

Paul Zhong stood in the night for a while and walked back to the military tent. Miguel Kili followed him, watching the old commander sitting on his favorite chair, and then went silent.
Chapter completed!