Chapter 315: Full-Scale Advance and the Situation in the North

"It's me, I killed him!"

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

It is said that this battle was highly valued by the adults of the kingdom, and even under the eyes of His Majesty, naturally no one dared to snatch this credit.

The hobgoblins and tieflings beside him looked at George with envy and even jealousy. Their eyes were red and they regretted it. They wanted to eat the human alive.

"Damn it"

"It turned out to be him."

"Lucky guy, wait and see."

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

You must know that this is the earl of the Bosk family and the commander of the coalition forces. Such a great credit is enough to be conferred a title, but it was snatched away by a mere human in front of him.

"Hahahaha, I. I killed him."

George muttered to himself, and in his mind, there was already a picture of himself rising to prominence and becoming a dragon blood noble. All the suffering and trials he had experienced before were not worth mentioning in front of this sweet success.

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

It seems that those self-important nobles are just like this.

Even the most powerful Bosk noble in the North is also a mortal who can't withstand bullets, just like him, a "gray animal" born as a serf.

The death of Loren made Bosk's heavy cavalry completely collapse.

There were dense gunshots all around, and the army of the Burning Kingdom was visible everywhere. They fell one after another like leeks.

The spear and shield soldiers and crossbowmen behind them were also almost collapsed. The kingdom infantry and the dog-headed legion attacked from the front and back, and even elite skirmishers attacked from the flank. This seemingly solid fortification was penetrated like a sieve, and the positions were full of crazy charging kingdom soldiers.

What's more, they lost their supreme commander. Under the attack from both sides, these elite troops from the northern countries could only disintegrate in their positions like headless flies, and even resistance could not make much waves.

Soon, this stubborn force was surrounded by the kingdom's troops and annihilated.

The Battle of Afton ended like this, without any twists and turns. Most of the losses of the Burning Kingdom came from their own accidental injuries.

Even the soldiers of the kingdom did not take this war seriously, and even felt that it was not very satisfying. Perhaps only George, who had picked up a big bargain, felt complacent and excited about it.

The war continued, and the progress was surprisingly fast.

Under the decision of the Kingdom's General Staff and the order of Marshal Doro, the kingdom's army was divided into three routes, launching fierce offensives in the west, east and south.

They were confident that they could crush their opponents in the case of division, so as to maximize military efficiency.

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

In recent years, with the infiltration of the "Nocturne" troops, the military situation of the northern countries has been exposed to the kingdom without any secrets.

The high-level staff of the kingdom have long made various analysis reports, clearly pointing out that the Northern United Kingdom, which has been passed down for thousands of years and seems to be quite large, is a weak "giant baby" in front of the kingdom that has experienced the magic industrial revolution. The only one that needs to be taken seriously is the martial Principality of Bosk in the south.

In this way, the horn of the march was completely sounded.

The mixed army, with two human reserve infantry divisions, dog-headed cannon fodder corps and dozens of flying dragons as the main force, rushed westward and tore through the defense line of about 40,000 coalition forces in the vast Barash Plain in the east of the Carter Principality.

They are like a sharp blade piercing the heart, and the rapid deep advancement force composed of infantry and air force quickly tore and encircled the old and huge coalition forces.

The army, which mainly consisted of two lizardman infantry and cavalry mixed divisions, a goblin cannon corps, nearly a hundred flying dragons, and an ogre giant artillery battalion, marched eastwards. With their absolute firepower advantage, they smashed the coalition defense line guarding the river and mountain pass.

Then, the army followed the plan, leaving behind all the baggage and lightly marched deep into the enemy's territory. In just a few days, they advanced 60 kilometers deep in the Principality of Fano, and soon arrived at the eastern border of Anzeta, and began to "dumpling" the defenders in various places.

What's more terrifying is that the image of Cassius' speech was projected by the flying dragons to various places in Anzeta, and countless northern nobles were worried about it.

And the misfortune is that at the same time, the "Spark" movement led by the players was launched in various northern countries one after another, making a great fuss.

These rebels are usually extremely tenacious, led by players full of whimsical ideas, and have weapons assistance from the Kingdom of Burning Ashes, which forced the nobles to send a large number of private armies to suppress them, thus dispersing a lot of forces.

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

However, they still have one last hope - that is the Principality of Bosk.

There is the brave and fearless "Lion of the North" Grand Duke Leo, the Lionheart Knights who have created countless brilliant achievements, and reinforcements from the continent of Fianso and even from all over the main material world and even the outer planes.

They have gathered the expectations and strength of everyone under the old order of the North, hoping to defeat the main forces of the Kingdom of Burning Ashes in one fell swoop and kill the terrible red dragon that has caused chaos in the North.

The staff of the Kingdom of Burning Ashes are naturally very clear about this, and both sides agree.

So, hundreds of Red Scale Conquerors, 153 Dragonsworn Paladins, a giant artillery corps composed of thousands of ogres, tens of thousands of the most elite hobgoblins and tiefling infantry, more than ten chimeras, twenty heavily armored terrain dragon beasts, more than 600 wyverns, nearly 30,000 dragon vein kobolds, and all the starfall corps belonging to the kingdom, all gathered together to form a large-scale kingdom main force, and marched towards the south in a mighty manner.

They had only one goal - the largest city in the Principality of Bosk, the earliest city built in the great migration of the Scandinavians in history, and the nominal capital of the United Kingdom of the North for thousands of years, the "Lion City" Stravburg.

The army of the Burning Kingdom marched like this, and even the earth was shaking, and the surrounding birds fled.

There were heavy panting everywhere, the muffled sound of wheels rolling over the snow, and the heavy footsteps of terrain dragon beasts.

In this team, Medorash turned his head and looked meaningfully at the blond young man beside him.

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

"No."

The blond youth responded calmly.

Medrolash smiled and shook his head, whispering:

"To be honest, I still don't understand why you chose to join the kingdom after living in North Wind Castle for a while. You are the descendant of Bosk and the beloved son of Duke Leo."

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

"For the oath in my heart, there are always some things in this world that are more important than power."

"In addition, I did not join the Kingdom of Burning Ashes."

"After living for a few years, I have seen clearly that your kingdom is not a good thing. But it is at least much better than the Northland, which is rotten from beginning to end and pus flows to the bones."

"Hehe."

Medrolash laughed again, and he stopped talking. The tiefling leader seemed to have heard something quite humorous.

This is a world of rot, and the kingdom has undoubtedly won.

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