Orc Tyrant

Yushikin's command post is not far from Mount Mihir, but the current report is not optimistic.

He was calm and thoughtful, and studied the briefings provided by the staff department every minute. In the face of a real crisis, he would be shrouded in a kind of glacial calmness.

Yushkin never has time or energy to waste long talks and shirking responsibilities, those who have to wait until the matter is over.

When the war is going on, what he needs is coldness, precision, and concentration.

"Our first and second lines of defense have collapsed, and two entire divisions, including the volunteer troops of the Great Corps, have been submerged."

Major Dave walked outside the door and handed him the latest report.

"The 11th Infantry Regiment of the Black Legion and the 17th Infantry Regiment were annihilated or defeated."

Eusygin glanced, then nodded.

Major General Dave and other high-ranking officers were waiting for him to speak, and the whispers of the correspondent and the whispers of the wizard came from all around.

"Where is the Blurred Blade?"

After two minutes of silence, he asked.

"They lost a lot in C3."

The representative of the night blade in the command post shook his head and replied:

"I can no longer go into battle."

Yushkin sighed, turned and walked out of the room.

His entourage followed closely, and Yabane nodded to Dave, indicating that he should follow.

With the vitality of a young man, Yushikin strode up to the observation platform, stepping up two steps with each step.

His guard quickened his pace to follow him.

Everyone walked onto the open platform and stood under the discolored sky. A low-walled terrace on the upper edge of the command post was transformed into this long-distance observation station. Heavy telescopes and detection systems stood beside the railings, and clusters of tall communications The antenna stands in the middle of the terrace like a trimmed tree.

Seeing the arrival of the supreme commander, the staff of the observatory immediately saluted respectfully.

"carry on."

Yushkin answered them, nodding solemnly, and then walked across the platform to the railing facing east. The two observers bowed and saluted, stepping away from a heavy optical telescope mounted on a tripod. .

"I want to see it with my own eyes."

Yushkin whispered to Dave who walked up to him.

"Yes, sir."

The imperial admiral stared at the eyepiece, turned the telescope slowly, and carefully adjusted the focus.

To the south, on the wide road built by the Imperial Engineers, a steady stream of personnel carriers and tanks rumbling eastward like a river, rushing toward the approaching storm.

This is one of the few backup support forces. The high-intensity battle has made Yushkin's hole cards less and less, and although Mihir Mountain is important, other areas also need to be defensive. Ouke’s full-line offense is focused The method of breakthrough puts tremendous pressure on the entire line of defense.

"Damn..."

Although this telescope has a high resolution, Yushkin still can't see the enemy, only the tumbling clouds that cover them and obscure the sky.

But he saw the flattened peak of Mount Mihir.

The scene at that time made him unforgettable for a lifetime, and the irresistible power even gave him a feeling of doom.

This extreme superpower makes all tactics meaningless. Only then did Yushikin realize that his understanding of this war is still too thin. This is not only a war between metal and gunpowder, but also inhuman. Of war.

"Amazing, Alfred really did it."

When Yushikin straightened up, Dave sighed, his bright eyes almost agitated.

"I thought... Ah, that's something God can do."

"If a person feels that the war is unremarkable, then it's time for him to retire."

Dave was a little puzzled by Yushikin's words.

"This makes me understand that I am willing to serve the empire for a while."

"Sir? Why?"

"Because this is a challenge, Dave, a revelation... We did not expect the enemy's move, and this is the test for us. In all hypothetical scenarios, we have ever considered the super witch that the enemy may launch. Surgery?"

"No, sir, there may be small-scale witchcraft warfare, but it is definitely not this. We did not realize that they have such a powerful shaman."

"They taught us a lesson about expectations."

Yushkin nodded.

"We built a lot of fortifications, we have the advantage of the terrain, but they almost destroyed it all with witchcraft."

"It may be a desperate move."

Dave thought for a while, then said:

"Perhaps their offense has reached the limit. We are waiting for work. They are a labor expedition. A full week of strong offensive, even Ouke, should be exhausted."

The empire admiral looked up at the slowly rotating sky. The scars formed by the powerful force's bombardment have not healed yet, and the sky is like a mass of mud.

"You think too easily"

He mused.

"Ok never gets tired from war. They will always keep on fierce raids, and we will continue to suffer losses. Maybe Guk is impatient, maybe this is just his whim, but no matter what, we are the same. lost heavily."

After speaking, Yushkin turned and walked towards the steps.

"Put the Starlight Corps and the sixth, seventh, and eighth regiments all on the battlefield."

Suddenly, he paused.

"By the way, have all the people from the Citizen Temple evacuated?"

"I... I don't know, sir."

"Contact the rear, Major General."

In an instant, his carefully suppressed anger burst out a little.

"Inquire about the Prince's situation, and then respectfully ask him if he can still provide support. We are almost exhausted."

"Mr. Alfred is back!"

Suddenly, there was a cry from the command post, and Yushkin hurriedly walked down the stairs and saw an elegant figure slowly walking in.

The handsome face was still so relaxed, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

"Sir! You saved everyone!"

Yushkin walked forward quickly, holding the opponent's right hand with both hands, and said excitedly:

"I can't believe it."

"Fortunately not insulting one's life."

Alfred smiled slightly, but Yuhijin noticed that there seemed to be a crack in the opponent's pupil.

"I have something to talk to you alone."

Hearing this whisper, Yushkin turned around and let everyone in the command post leave.

Until the last person walked out of the gate, Alfred suddenly supported the table with both hands, and a burst of blood spurted from his mouth, staining the map above.

"Mr!"

Yushkin hurried up to support the opponent, but Alfred firmly grasped his right arm and said weakly:

"Quick...Quick...tell the Shadow Prince...behead...action, action, must...must...immediately..."

Before he finished speaking, he tilted his head and fainted.