Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

On the edge of the western desert, a general named Hassan organized a light cavalry unit specifically to counter the camel cavalry of Prince Reiner, the Desert King.

General Hassan was also very familiar with the desert terrain, using oases and dunes as cover.

He engaged in a chase with the camel cavalry of Prince Reiner, the Desert King.

When the camel cavalry of Prince Reiner, the Desert King, attacked, General Hassan led his light cavalry to quickly hide in oases or behind dunes, launching surprise attacks from behind after the camel cavalry passed.

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His light cavalry unit was fast and highly mobile, repeatedly and successfully repelling the camel cavalry of Prince Reiner, the Desert King, protecting some important towns and caravans in the western part of the empire.

On the eastern mountainous battlefield, a general named Iwamatsu led his soldiers in utilizing the treacherous terrain to construct solid defensive lines.

He set up a large number of rolling logs and stones in the valleys, and when the army of King Fista of the Mountains entered the valleys, he launched an attack, with huge rolling logs and boulders rolling down the mountains, smashing into the enemy and causing huge casualties.

General Iwamatsu also organized some soldiers who were good at climbing, quietly scaling cliffs at night to infiltrate enemy camps, carrying out sneak attacks and sabotage, leaving King Fista of the Mountains with no peace day or night.

As the war became more and more intense, many nobles realized that the empire had been quietly cultivating so many excellent generals over the years.

Despite the tenacious resistance forces in various places, the border kings' power remained very strong, and they constantly adjusted their strategies and increased their offensive efforts.

Meanwhile, Soren in the capital was constantly contemplating new countermeasures, knowing that this war was not only a military contest but also a game of politics, economics, and popular support.

He began to reform the domestic political system, reduce the burden on the people, and win popular support.

At the same time, he was also working hard to develop the domestic economy, raise war materials, and prepare for a long-term war.

Standing at a high point in the palace, Soren gazed deeply into the distance, his brow furrowed slightly, his heart filled with worries. The various events that had occurred during this period made him increasingly aware of the looming presence of the higher-dimensional forces.

Those hidden forces, like venomous snakes in the shadows, could strike at any moment, delivering a fatal blow to the already precarious empire.

He knew that the crisis sweeping the empire was far more complex than it appeared on the surface. To truly resolve these difficulties, he could not only focus on dealing with the rebellion of the border kings but also had to be constantly vigilant against the interference of the higher-dimensional forces. A slight mistake could plunge the entire empire into an abyss of eternal doom.

On the other side, Brael had been back in the capital for less than ten days to rest and recuperate. His originally exhausted body had not fully recovered, but the situation was urgent, and he could not afford the slightest slackening.

Bearing the responsibility of defending the empire, he resolutely donned his armor once again, leading the newly reorganized three imperial legions and rushing non-stop to the front lines.

The soldiers of those three legions stood tall and straight, their eyes firm. Although they came from different places and had different backgrounds, at this moment, they were all filled with enthusiasm and determination to defend the empire, following Brael on this unknown and dangerous journey.

Their main target for this trip was the largest fortress and pass in the central provinces.

The fortress was like a majestic behemoth, standing on the empire's vital thoroughfare. Its walls were tall and thick, built of solid boulders, and covered with various defensive works. It had defended against countless foreign invasions and was an important barrier in the central part of the empire.

The pass was the same, controlling the transportation artery, a strategic point that was easy to defend but difficult to attack, and a key checkpoint for entering and leaving the central provinces.

Brael knew very well that as long as they held this place firmly, they could largely prevent the border kings' armies from driving straight in and invading the core area of the empire—the central provinces.

As for the other provinces, most of them were originally the territories of other border kings, and the various forces were intricate and complex. Now, they were even more engulfed in melee.

Brael understood that in the current situation, there was no need to get too involved in the disputes in those places. As long as they guarded their own gateway, they could sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

After all, in this era of warlords, blindly consuming strength would only put oneself at a disadvantage. At this moment, the only thing he had to do was to use this time to accumulate strength as much as possible, so that the empire would have more confidence and chips in this chaotic world.

Brael was accompanied by only three Saint-level experts this time: the newly advanced Peivin, Robert, and Huff.

Peivin had just broken through to the Saint level and still had a sharpness about him, a sign of someone newly entering the ranks of the strong. His eyes were firm, and he held the dual beliefs of avenging his family and protecting the empire, ready to show his skills on the battlefield at any time.

These three following Brael undoubtedly added a strong guarantee to the team heading to the front lines, giving everyone more confidence in holding the fortress and pass, and giving the entire empire more hope for resisting the border kings' offensive.

After many difficult battles and twists and turns, the Northwest had been pacified, which was, after all, a rare good news for the empire in turmoil.

Now, the directions from which the central provinces truly needed to face the enemy were concentrated in the south and east.

To the north, there was a natural and excellent barrier—the Henakis Mountains, stretching across the land.

This mountain range towered into the clouds, with dangerous terrain. The continuous peaks were like solid walls erected on the earth, completely separating the north from the central provinces.

If one wanted to attack the central provinces from the north, there were only two paths to take.

One of these paths was to enter the pass at the junction of the Northwest.

That was no ordinary checkpoint; it was an important fortress that had long resisted the invasion of the beastmen, having undergone countless tests of blood and fire.

The thick walls were built of huge and extremely hard stones, each stone seemingly bearing the weight of history and the blood of warriors.

Once, those ferocious and brutal beastmen, known for their strength, repeatedly gathered large armies, attempting to break through this fortress and invade the central provinces, but each time they returned in defeat before this solid defense, forced to sigh helplessly at the "city."