Chapter 851 The Blood-Stained Crown (1/2)

"Wait a minute... isn't the enthronement ceremony the day after tomorrow? Please let me see General Guion... Did you get the time wrong?"

There were about a hundred people standing in the solemn courtroom of Xifan Harbor Court.

Looking at the guests in the jury box who had been temporarily summoned to make up the number, Akbar initially had a blank expression on his face, and then looked at the Weirant people standing aside to express his dissatisfaction.

According to the original arrangement, he would be crowned in the presence of his father's veterans and become the undisputed new emperor of Borneo Province.

But now, only a few counts and viscounts were witnessing this moment.

Even more than that, there were some people in the jury box who were not even nobles. They were looking at him with crazy excitement, with the words "never seen the world" almost written on their faces.

Those guys look like jerks at first glance.

How could such an important thing allow these guys to join in the fun?

What kind of words does this sound like!

Regarding the little emperor's dissatisfaction, Peter didn't bother to pay attention to it and just said impatiently.

"General Gulion has something important to attend to and doesn't have time to see you. It's going to rain the day after tomorrow, so I'm bringing it forward."

rain?

What's the reason?

Akbar was dumbfounded and couldn't speak for a moment with his mouth open. He just stared blankly at the Weirant man in front of him.

The people sitting in the jury box did not hear the conversation between the two.

Except for the distinguished nobles and knowledgeable elders, the people sitting in the jury box all had expressions of watching the excitement on their faces and whispered to each other in high spirits.

"This little emperor looks like an emperor. He is really a talented person."

"As expected of an emperor, he looks so handsome!"

"Xi Lan is saved!"

"Hurry up! Why haven't you started yet?"

Peter, who was standing in the center of the court, glanced at the time and was a little impatient with the wait, so he glanced at the dumbfounded guy.

"Do you still think so? We shouldn't find anyone else."

Akbar, who was startled by these words and didn't know whether it was true or not, hurriedly spoke.

"Dang! I think... wait, this throne is mine!"

"Then hurry up."

As if saying any more words would be a waste of time, Peter looked at the judge standing not far away.

The judge had a sullen expression on his face, but in the end he said nothing.

That Gurion did it on purpose.

Putting this ridiculous monkey show in his court was nothing more than an attempt to humiliate him.

I have to say that that guy's mind is really small, and his bottom line is not very high, maybe just a little higher than the monkeys in this court.

"The enthronement ceremony begins."

Just like when announcing the opening of the court, the judge dropped these words in a solemn tone, then turned and left the court.

Peter didn't look at him, but just winked at the old man standing aside.

The Lion Clan man was the sweeper of the court. They casually gave him the title of earl and then told him what he had to do.

The old man held the gold crown in his hands and stepped forward obediently.

Pairs of eager eyes lit up around him, but he buried his head very low, not daring to meet the prince's gaze.

"Your Majesty... please crown me." His voice trembled slightly, and he slowly knelt on the ground.

Akbar did not recognize the count in front of him, but he could not fault the respectful etiquette.

"Um."

He responded with his nose, and then he reached out and picked up the gold crown and put it on his head solemnly.

Except for the Weirant people, everyone present fell to their knees in an instant and knocked their foreheads to the ground.

Whether they are commoners or nobles.

At this moment they were all shouting in unison.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty on your coronation!"

"Long live my emperor!"

"Long live Xilan!"

The rising and falling sounds echoed in the solemn court, like a symphony without a conductor's baton.

However, Akbar raised his mouth slightly, and the sullen expression on his face turned into an uncontrollable smile at this moment.

It turned out that this was what the father was carrying, and his chest was filled with surging emotions.

This feeling is simply...

What a joy!

Akbar stretched his hands forward and raised them slightly upward in a gesture of kindness.

"My dear friends, please come back quickly!"

After practicing countless times in front of the mirror, he finally had the chance to do it in front of everyone!

…

"Lie down!!!"

On the border between West Sailor Harbor and Niuzhou, boiling flames burned on the scorched earth etched with trenches.

The centurion lying on the ground roared at the top of his lungs, calling for his teammates behind him to lie down.

Thirty seconds ago, there was a deafening explosion from the direction of Sails Harbor.

By the time everyone reacted, the dazzling white light and boiling flames had already descended on the Borneo border army's position.

In front of the 902mm heavy artillery, the trench dug by the Borneo Army soldiers was like a toothpick, and it was lifted into the sky together with the earth outside the trench.

As the first gunshot ended, rows of 100mm artillery roared.

The flames of the explosion boiled on the position, and the raging shrapnel was noisy like raindrops, covering the entire depth of the entire defense line.

The shelling continued for a full ten minutes before stopping.

The originally stable position had been riddled with holes, and more than half of the soldiers crawling in the trenches were dead or wounded, with panic written all over their shocked faces.

They didn't even know what was happening, but they saw the legion's artillery shells suddenly coming over.

Isher, who was hiding in the shell-proof cave, gritted his teeth and dug out the phone that fell to the ground from a pile of messy debris.

The telephone line connecting the front-line radio station was blown out, and he could no longer contact the centurions at the front. Fortunately, the phone line to the rear was still intact.

Without hesitation, while sending messengers to the front line to check the situation, he quickly contacted the rear headquarters and reported the situation on the border.

"This is the 111th Thousand-man Team of the Northwest Section of the Defense Line. We are being bombarded from the direction of Xifan Port! Repeat, we are being bombarded from the direction of Xifan Port!"

After a brief rustle of electricity, the voice of the operator from behind came immediately.

"What's going on now? Have you seen the legion's troops?!"

The operator's voice was also panicked. It was obvious that he was not skilled in his business, and the command center at the rear did not expect the current situation at all.

Isher cursed secretly in his mind and continued to roar into the phone.

"The phone line was blown up, and I can't contact the frontline troops now! Those big noses have even used heavy artillery. They must not just be as simple as waging war against us!"

There was the sound of a chair being pulled out on the other end of the phone, and the operator said hurriedly.

"I understand... I will report your situation immediately."

Isher shouted loudly.

"This is war! I'm not kidding you, I want you to send reinforcements immediately! Immediately! Damn it, if it's too late, just wait to collect our bodies!"

On the other side, at the forefront of the northwest section of the defense line.

The hundred-man team, which was originally full of 120 people, didn't even know how many people were left alive.

Finally regaining his shaky consciousness, Centurion Dumut picked up the rifle that had fallen aside.

The smoky soil was boiling hot.

However, he did not dare to take the risk of getting up from the ground. He could only grit his teeth and endure the heat that could cook an egg.

"... Damn it, where is our radio station?! Tell the rear what's going on here!"

Although he felt that such a loud noise could be heard by anyone who was not deaf, he still shouted at the communication behind him.

The communications soldier was still alive, squatting in the trench and operating the radio.

However, looking at him sweating profusely, Dumut's heart sank, secretly thinking that he was about to suffer.

As he expected, the communications soldier raised his head with a look of despair.

"The radio station was blown up!"

"Oh shit!"

Dumut punched the ground hard, stared in the direction of West Sail Harbor and cursed.

Fortunately, the impact point was still some distance away from him.

However, even so, he still felt like his internal organs were shaken out of place.

Enduring the pain in his abdomen, Dumut looked at the messy battlefield behind him and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Everyone is ready to fight! We will never let those big noses steal another inch of land from our hands!"

His people had been bleeding ever since the arrival of the Valantians on the land.

Every time he saw the reports in the "Daily Survivor" and saw the massacred family members, he felt a surge of anger in his chest.

Now the Wilantes want to move forward and let the man-eating hell spread to the hinterland of Borneo...

No matter how appeasing Absek is, he will never take a step back!

"Oh oh oh!!"

"Fight with those big noses!"

"What the hell!!"

There were roars from the fragmented position, and it was obvious that he was not the only one thinking so.

Listening to the high morale response, a smile appeared on Dumut's face.

Very good.

It seems that many brothers are still alive.

The expression on his face gradually became serious, and he yelled behind him.

"Each team reports!"

Just as he finished speaking, voices came one after another from behind.

"1!"

"2!"

"...!"

"Report! Save 5 people from each team!"

"Team 2 saves 7 people!"

"Team 3! We have two left!"

"..."

Dumut silently calculated in his mind that there were still 57 people left in the entire centurion team.

If a fight really breaks out, it should be no problem to buy 5 minutes for the rear.

Just as he was thinking this, a person suddenly walked over from the edge of a farmland in the distance.

Dumut raised his gun and took aim at the guy, only to find that it was not a Vaillante.

But the Borneos.

"People in front of you, listen!!"

The man stood at the edge of the field and stopped moving. He just continued shouting towards the position at the top of his lungs.

"General Guion's troops are going to Dog State to fight the rebels! If you don't want to die, get out of here immediately and make way for the legion!"

"The previous round of shelling was just a warning to you! If you continue to insist on your own way, don't blame the shells for not having eyesight-"

Before the man finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot.

The bullet landed at the man's feet, sending up a cloud of dust.

The man was startled and stumbled to the ground. He got up and ran back without even daring to look back.

Gritting his teeth and staring at the scoundrel, Dumut roared angrily.

"X son of a bitch! It's you who should get out!"

What a shame!

He wanted to grind his teeth to pieces, but in the end he didn't shoot the figure in the back.

Enough blood had been shed by his countrymen.

Maybe that guy was also coerced...

Dark clouds filled the sky at some point, blocking all the light, and a dull sound came from the low clouds.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Dumut was indifferent, just staring at the field in the distance, aiming with the rifle in his hand.

He had no hope of surviving the battle.

But even if he risked his life, he still had to change his life before he died!

At this moment, the muffled sound coming from the clouds was getting closer and closer.

That doesn't seem to be the Thunder.

But something else.

Vaguely, Dumut heard the exclamations coming from behind him, so he raised his head and looked up to the sky.

At this moment, his burning pupils were frozen on the spot.

It was a giant whale flying with its wings spread out, and its wings were inlaid with rows of huge propellers.

The roar came from the propeller, and the huge blades tore apart the clouds.

What's even more shocking is the gun barrels embedded in the towering steel armor.

That guy has more barrels...even more than the guns they have.

"What the hell..." A desperate moan came out of Dumut's mouth.

What the hell is this? !

There was no time for him to think. Flashing tracers had already flown over from the floating fortress and split into tens of thousands of bullets in the air.

This round of shelling was much more violent than before, and the sound of the explosion completely covered Dumut's roar.

It only takes a moment.

He and his centurions were wiped from the earth along with the positions around them.

The "thunder" that had been brewing for a long time finally came from the air and reached Isher, who looked stunned and opened his mouth.

In an instant, three of his centurions were defeated and contact was completely lost.

The hand holding the phone was trembling, and his head was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't think of a solution.

It was completely different from when he was at Saifan Port. This time he was not facing a hesitant grassroots, but a group of bloodthirsty devils.

The gap in strength between the two sides is so huge that all strategies are meaningless...

There is no chance of winning if you continue to fight, and there is no use except for death!

Isher is not a person who is afraid of death.

If he was afraid of death, he wouldn't have bravely stood up and saved those innocent people that night.

However, even though he was ready to die heroically, he had to think about his comrades squatting in the trenches.

They shouldn't die here.

They should survive, preserve their vitality, and bring what they saw on the front line back to the rear, and work with more people to think of ways to deal with it.

Even if it means death.

His death should be more meaningful!

"Oh shit……"

He gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, turned the channel to the frontline units, and yelled into the phone.

"Every unit listens to the order! Withdraw your position immediately! Move to the southeast!"

As the order to retreat was given, the Borneo soldiers left the trenches one after another and evacuated from the battlefield in an orderly manner while taking advantage of the gaps in firepower.

There is shame written on every face, but they all know that there is no point in continuing to defend except to die.

Their Rat Tribe leader made the most difficult but also the most correct decision.

In front of that kind of thing, positional warfare has completely lost its effect.

Perhaps sports warfare is a more appropriate way to play...

…

The same thunder reached Rose.

Standing on the border of West Sail Harbor, he stared in the northwest direction with an expressionless face.

An officer walked up to him and whispered.

"The Borneo 111th Thousand Troops have retreated."

Rose's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his originally tense mouth turned up with a trace of imperceptible amusement.

He seemed to see a mouse.

And a cunning mouse.

But in the face of absolute power, cunning is not enough. You have to sharpen your teeth and claws.

Looking at the smoke-filled battlefield in the distance, Ross ordered expressionlessly.

"The 1st Armored Centurion and 2nd Infantry Centurion advance!"

The officer standing in front of him looked solemn and gave an excited military salute.

"yes!"

The moment has finally come!

He and his subordinates have been waiting for this day for too long!

They will completely smash the last shackles that bind the Weilant people - the "shameful contract" signed under the witness of the "legacies" of the War and Construction Committee.

No one can stop them from moving forward.

The frontier of the Valantians should be at the edge of the solar system—or even the Milky Way!

And this moment is the preface to that great epic.

Their descendants will always remember this moment and be forever grateful from the bottom of their hearts!

The moment the order was given, ten tanks parked at the edge of the field started their engines at the same time.

The exhaust pipe spits out thick black smoke, and under the gaze of the giant airship, the formidable armor moves forward towards the fragmented position!

Behind the tanks, there were ten-man teams with guns and live ammunition following closely.

Across the battlefield plowed by artillery shells, they carefully inspected every trench, every crater, and every corpse, and shot again at those who seemed to be still alive.

Looking at the torrent of steel and the track marks pressing on the field, the face of the man huddled at the edge of the field was flushed with excitement.

His name is Chhetri.

Like Captain Isher, he is also a Ratfolk, but obviously a different breed of rat.

Just now he went up with good intentions to persuade him to surrender, but he didn't expect that the other party regarded his good intentions as donkey's liver, and what he got in return was kindness and hatred.

Fortunately, that man's marksmanship was poor and he ran fast, otherwise he would have been killed by that man.

Looking at the battered battlefield, he could only feel happy and wanted to cheer for those big noses.

What a reward for this world!

"...Cowardly thing, the Weiland people are just borrowing a passage from your land, and they are not here to fight you. They have to rush to die. Wouldn't it be nice to surrender in exchange for peace? Tsk tsk, you deserve it!"

Finally letting out the breath that was stuck in his chest, Chhetri spat on the ground in relief and stepped on it with his feet before leaving this place of right and wrong.

On the distant front, tanks one after another passed through the defense line of the Borneo Army unimpeded, and like a storm sweeping across the savanna, they rushed towards the Dog State of the three northern states.

During this period, Borneo organized several attacks, but without exception, they did not even look at the opponent and were defeated by the volley of horizontal and vertical firepower.

The legion's troops didn't even look at them, and passed through the muddy ground mixed with blood and flesh.

The main offensive force is Captain Oletwan's 170,000th team.

Their mission was to cut off the northwest corner of Lion State and open up a strategic corridor from Saipan to the three northern states on the northwest side of Borneo.

The spearhead of the attack was the 171st Mechanized Thousand Troops led by Ross, supported by the "Horn" airship.

The battle line was advancing almost minute by minute, and the Borneo Army was beaten to the point of losing its armor.

Sitting in the command post, Captain Oletwan looked down at the map with a cheerful smile on his face.

"A battle without any suspense... I thought the natives here would be smarter than the deformed children in the desert, but I didn't expect that I was overthinking them. They are not as good as those guys who fight with iron rods."

Equipment is only one factor that affects the outcome of a battle, not all.

The stupidity of these guys is that they actually dream of winning the legion through positional warfare.

In front of the "Horn" and 902mm heavy artillery of the Southern Army, the trenches dug with shovels were like a joke. Staying in one place would only increase your casualties.

McClun, standing next to him, smiled lightly.

"My thoughts are similar to yours. The indigenous people here are indeed not very good, but it's too early to say we will win now."

Olette looked at him with interest.

"Do you think they still have a chance to make a comeback?"

McClun said in a gentle tone.

"The alliance's envoys are in Tiandu. I don't think they will pretend not to see it."

"Haha, the Alliance... then let them come," Olet curled his lips and said with a look of disgust, "I will let them know the price of being nosy."

"Well," McClun nodded slightly, "this price is inevitable."

After all, minding your own business will be more expensive.

Regarding this, every survivor of the River Valley Province has a deep understanding of this...

As for what will happen next, he has a deep understanding of it.

At the same time that Olet's men were racing towards the north, the roar of propellers also approached the sky above Xisail Port from the east.

That's a W-2 attack plane!

And there are hundreds of them!

Some of the Wilant soldiers stationed at West Sail Harbor involuntarily raised their heads and looked toward the sky, with expressions of surprise on their faces.

It wasn't the plane itself that surprised them.

But this Borneo country, which was established less than three months ago, actually has pilots? !

Where do these rubes get the time to train? !

After discovering the incoming enemy plane, the "Horn" airship immediately stopped supporting the front line, changed its course, and aimed its cannons at the sky above Xifan Harbor.

Not only that, the air force units in Saifan Port also took off one after another, and nearly a hundred "Dagger" propeller fighters rushed towards the Borneo Air Force.

However, the W-2s did not rush towards Xifan Port. Instead, after a false shot, they rushed towards the station and railway to the north of the port.

After discovering the movements of those planes, General Gulion, who was in the headquarters, suddenly narrowed his eyes, apparently noticing some clues.

At the same time, on the other side, an excited and loud shout rang out from the leading "Mosquito" fighter jet.

"Restocked, brothers!"

"Turn on the safety and prepare to fight!!"

The sound of popping wheat in the communication channel was continuous, and it was as lively as the New Year.

Like the belligerent Vaillantes, they had waited too long for this moment.

As players, their reasons for fighting are much purer than those of the Valantians——

Finally I can have a good fight!

"Ouch!!!!"