karlmaks
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Best kept his composure as he watched the gathered nobles of the Golden Tent Khanate. His purpose in being dispatched to Beishan was to escalate the relationship between this nomadic empire and the Great Yu Empire. Just as in Europe, they were implementing a balance of power here between nations, so that they, the British, could become regional coordinators and obtain the greatest benefits. Although Bodo's death was unexpected, it now seemed to have produced an unforeseen effect. From the…-
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8,000 men against over 20,000 elite cuirassiers. This war was destined to be a massacre. The densely charging cuirassiers spurred their warhorses, charging towards the barbarian cavalry like a mighty wave. Just before the two sides collided, the cuirassiers collectively drew their crossbows and fired, then threw the crossbows as weapons at the remaining barbarian soldiers. In the instant of collision, the barbarian cavalry fell one after another, causing their formation to fall into…
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Eric had never had such a comfortable sleep. He knew this was called deep sleep. He might have only slept for a short time, but it had the effect of a long time. He thought of that girl, and it seemed as if a force was flowing within his body. He opened his eyes, but what was puzzling was that this was not a hotel suite. He quickly discovered that his situation was a bit bad; he was tied to a chair. He quickly raised his head to look around, and this movement made his neck instantly…-
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There was a very oppressive atmosphere in the mayor's office. Sidney lit a cigarette. He leaned sideways in his chair, his right arm, holding the cigarette, resting on the armrest, supporting his body. The smoke he exhaled was slightly puffed out, then drawn back in. The smoke exposed to the air seemed to undergo some strange chemical reaction, becoming a bit more intense. He twisted his neck. This was indeed a difficult problem. He had seen many dark or open and aboveboard schemes. He could find…
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Hearing the whistle, Morin took a deep breath, cast a final glance at the workers and artillerymen still frantically racing against time, and shouted to Andrei and Ludwig: “I’m leaving this place to you! Try to produce as many sets of equipment for the remaining Armored Knights as possible!” Ludwig nodded heavily, then patted his chest: “Don’t worry, we’ll make those Britannian Iron Cans taste something nasty!” Morin didn't delay, turning and sprinting toward his 3rd Platoon's defense…-
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“Boom!!!” A blinding flash of fire erupted from the tip of the strange shell, instantly illuminating the entire courtyard. A powerful force expanded outwards, blowing dust and sand from the makeshift sandbag wall. Everyone instinctively ducked their heads. After the brief roar, the courtyard fell silent, save for the low idle of Ludwig’s Armored Knight’s engine and a pungent smell lingering in the air. Seconds later, people cautiously peered out from behind their cover. Through the smoke,…
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599.1 K • Ongoing
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“The Great Russia Empire? That decaying, reactionary prison collapsed a year ago!” Andrei’s voice carried a rare sense of triumph. “Most of the Romanov family bloodsuckers were sent to the gallows by the angry people, meeting the end they deserved.” Morin’s heart skipped a beat. The ‘Tsarist Russia’ of this world had actually collapsed a year earlier, and it seemed the Romanov family's fate was no better than in his previous life. “Then what about Russia now?” “Russia now?”…
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During the brief pause while waiting for the first batch of castings to cool, the tense work finally stopped for a moment. The makeshift workshop was filled with the smell of metal and sweat. Everyone was exhausted and found a spot to sit down and rest. Morin took a canteen and some black bread from his orderly Hans and shared them with the chemistry professor and the master craftsmen. “Have something to eat, gentlemen. We still have a lot of work ahead.” The workers didn't stand on ceremony,…
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On the other side, Morin found the International Brigades' temporary camp. He easily located the bearded commander, Andrei—the commander of the 'Eastern Europa Brigade, 2nd Regiment, 1st Battalion' who had fought alongside them earlier. The commander was, just as Ludwig had guessed, leading several men in the production of Molotov cocktails. “Andrei, my friend, are you making Molotov cocktails?” Morin walked up and asked him. “Yes, Morin! But we’ve collected too little soap and rubber…
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Hearing the question, Ludwig was startled at first, then his eyes grew complicated. He scrutinized Morin, as if trying to read his face. “So, you figured this problem out too.” Ludwig sighed, then continued: “I just got back from Brigade Headquarters a few minutes ago. Brigadier General Paul called another urgent meeting. The urban warfare tactics you proposed—General Paul has already instructed all battalion commanders to transcribe and disseminate them! Honestly, that entire system was truly…
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