karlmaks
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Listening to the disjointed shouting of the two sides confronting each other, Morin had mostly pieced together the sequence of events. The few troublemaking Saxon soldiers were from the 2nd Battalion of the 32nd Infantry Regiment, just like him. The 2nd Battalion had suffered heavy casualties in the previous offensive, just like the 1st Battalion, taking fire from the Aetherium Crystal Cannons and facing numerically superior enemies. Their Battalion Commander, two Company Commanders, and numerous…-
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One whole sausage, some thoroughly simmered potatoes in the softened black bread, and finally, a cup of the still-awful coffee. “This is good!” Morin finally felt alive. But the subtle unease in his heart never fully dissipated. He wiped his mouth and found Platoon Sergeant Klaus and his orderly Hans. “Come on, let’s go somewhere.” Morin took the two men, borrowed three bicycles from the Baggage Train, and rode straight toward the city’s only large cathedral. That was the highest…
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Upon receiving the order, the troops, who had just been reveling in the joy of victory, immediately reassembled. The atmosphere on the battlefield quickly became tense and orderly once more. The bearded commander of the International Brigades located Major Thomas. After a brief discussion, they agreed to temporarily operate with the 1st Battalion and continue the advance toward Seville. Ludwig also confirmed that the Teutonic Knights were there for cooperative combat and would join the push into the…
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The Mage's figure vanished embarrassingly into the sky, and the silence on the high ground was instantly shattered. “We scared him off!” Someone shouted first, and then deafening cheers echoed across the entire hillside. The soldiers who had survived the ordeal, both Saxons and International Brigades volunteers, leaped out from behind cover. They waved their rifles, some even tossing their spiked helmets into the air—a move that was instantly stopped by their officers, who chased and roughly…
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After eliminating one target, the Teutonic Knights' offensive became even fiercer. They paid the heavy price of four Armored Knights down and nearly half of their Knight Attendants killed before finally destroying all the enemy Knight Attendants and overturning another Garde Knight. Through Morin’s binoculars, the fallen Armored Knight was quickly surrounded by three Teutonic Knights, who used their Spiked Maces and battle axes, flashing with a certain magical glow, to smash its limbs and front armor…
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A strange silence descended upon the battlefield. Gunsmoke still billowed, and the smell of blood was acrid, but the gunfire and shouts had ceased. On the high ground, the Saxon infantry and the International Brigades fighters gripped their weapons nervously, watching the impending clash of steel on the slope below. On the other side, the defeated Royal Army and Britannian infantry also paused, turning back to watch their ace unit. This killing field, which had just belonged to the infantry, was now the…
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In a patch of woods several hundred meters from the blood-soaked high ground, a pair of eyes quietly watched everything unfolding on the battlefield through binoculars. Ludwig stood on the shoulder of an Armored Knight kneeling on one knee. This steel behemoth, painted with the Teutonic Knights’ black cross insignia, was one of the two Armored Knights Morin had seen earlier. “Ludwig, if we don’t intervene now, this infantry battalion will be wiped out.” Beside him, on the shoulder of the…
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The remnants of field gray uniforms converged into a determined torrent, surging down from the high ground. The gray tide violently crashed into the black tide. On the other flank, the motley crowd (of the International Brigades) mixed with a small handful of field gray (Morin's platoon) also churned into the large wave of khaki (the Britannians). A fierce and bloody hand-to-hand combat had begun. The commander of the International Brigades' 'Eastern Europa Brigade, 2nd Regiment, 1st Battalion' clearly…
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Looking at this reinforced battalion of nearly a thousand men, Morin couldn't help but inwardly mock how this was truly a Britannian battalion-level unit. The strength of one battalion was almost more than Li Yunlong's early independent regiment. This meant that the 1st Battalion, already heavily damaged on the high ground, was now facing an enemy several times their size, and an elite one at that. To be honest, even Morin felt a sense of despair at the sight of this force. The tactic of early armies…
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The flanking fire from the heavy machine gun was devastating to the dense infantry formation. They were completely exposed to the machine gun’s field of fire: advance meant death, retreat meant death, and staying put meant death. The gentle slope in front of the high ground became a veritable slaughterhouse. Platoon Sergeant Klaus and Corporal Jonah’s faces were etched with shock and a kind of fierce euphoria. They mechanically worked their bolts, aimed, and fired, sending round after round into the…
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