Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The Normandy battlefield was thick with a suffocating tension.

Dark clouds filled the sky, as if foreshadowing the brutal slaughter to come.

With a heavy and rhythmic sound of hooves, two ten-thousand-strong Royal Guard knight regiments advanced like a black tide of steel.

Clad in bright armor, they gleamed with a chilling light under the sun. Each knight wore a solemn expression, their eyes revealing determination and fearlessness.

Their warhorses were tall and robust, occasionally letting out neighs as if also preparing for the impending battle.

Combined with the four Imperial knight regiments already stationed there, the Normandy defense line now held over sixty thousand knights.

These knights were undoubtedly the elite force of the Imperial army, their presence adding an indestructible barrier to the defense line.

Following the knight regiments, five Imperial legions arrived in succession.

The legion soldiers marched in neat ranks, their slogans loud and clear, their morale high.

They carried various weapons, were well-equipped, and each was prepared to fight to the death for the Empire.

Immediately after, twenty Imperial garrison regiments also moved in, dispersing to various key points along the defense line, closely guarding and vigilantly watching for any movement ahead.

As the reserve militiamen conscripted from various regions continued to arrive, the total troop strength of the entire Normandy defense line exceeded one million two hundred thousand.

Although most of these militiamen had not undergone systematic military training, they were driven by their loyalty to the Empire and their determination to defend their homes, resolutely throwing themselves into this war.

For a time, the Normandy defense line became a bustling hub, with tents lined up and cooking smoke rising everywhere.

The soldiers were busy building defensive fortifications, stocking up on provisions, and cleaning their weapons, putting the entire defense line into a state of high alert.

In the defense line's command center, the generals sat around a huge sandbox, anxiously discussing battle plans.

They carefully studied every terrain feature, analyzed the enemy's possible movements, and formulated a comprehensive defense and counterattack strategy.

"With such a powerful force, we must ensure that the rebels who come never return!" one general said excitedly, his eyes flashing with determination.

"That's right, we must never allow the Empire's dignity to be violated!" another general clenched his fist, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

She slightly raised her chin, her eyes like torches, scanning every general present. Her gaze seemed to penetrate their innermost thoughts, causing everyone to sit up straight, awaiting her instructions.

"Silence!" Countess Fiana spoke again, her voice steady and powerful, echoing in the meeting room.

"Gentlemen, the situation we face now is very serious. The rebels are constantly gathering strength, eyeing our defense line hungrily."

Her voice clearly entered everyone's ears, "We cannot have the slightest slackness or underestimate the enemy."

She paused here, her eyes meeting those of several key generals in turn, ensuring they were all listening attentively.

"Next, we must re-examine our defense strategy. Every detail could determine the outcome of this war."

A young general couldn't help but ask, "Countess, how exactly should we adjust?"

Countess Fiana glanced at him, nodding slightly, indicating that his question was good.

"First, we must strengthen the defense of the weak links in the defense line, especially the key passes and channels."

She walked to the huge battle map, pointing to several locations on the map with the baton in her hand, "Here, here, and here, we need to send more troops and strengthen patrols."

These were all weak links she deliberately left open, preparing to lure the rebel army to attack.

"Secondly!" she continued, "We must make full use of our terrain advantages. Normandy has complex terrain, with forests, rivers, and hills. We must transform these into our favorable conditions, setting up more traps and ambush points, so that the rebels who come will never return."

The meeting room was silent, everyone listening attentively, some taking notes quickly, others thinking about how to implement these strategies into practical action.

"Finally!" Countess Fiana's voice became even more determined, "We must maintain high morale.

This war is not only to defend the Normandy defense line, but also to defend our Empire, our home. Does everyone have confidence?"

"Yes!" The generals replied in unison, their voices loud and full of fighting spirit, echoing in the meeting room for a long time.

Just as the generals responded in unison, their morale soaring, the door of the meeting room was suddenly pushed open, and a flurry of footsteps broke the original passionate atmosphere.

Everyone turned to look, only to see an Imperial City messenger, disheveled and covered in sweat on his forehead, obviously having traveled all the way at top speed, now panting heavily, kneeling at the door.

"Sorry to disturb you all!" The messenger barely steadied himself, his face anxious and fearful, inappropriately barging in amidst the strange gazes of the crowd.

He trotted all the way to Countess Fiana, his hands trembling as he presented a letter.

Countess Fiana frowned slightly, a ominous premonition rising in her heart. She quickly took the letter, her fingers quickly tearing it open, and pulled out the letter inside.

The content on the letter was not much, only recording one sentence: "The Emperor is personally leading the expedition! Must ensure the Emperor's safety."

Seeing this line, Countess Fiana's face instantly became serious.

Her hands trembled slightly, a trace of shock and worry flashing in her eyes.

"Countess, what happened?" A general couldn't help but ask, his tone full of concern.

Countess Fiana slowly raised her head, her eyes sweeping over everyone present, her voice low but clear, "His Majesty the Emperor is personally leading the expedition and is about to arrive on the battlefield. We must ensure his safety, this is our most important task now."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the meeting room. Everyone's faces showed surprise and nervousness, whispering to each other.

"How could the Emperor come in person? This is too dangerous!"

"Yes, what if something goes wrong?"