Chapter 315: Full March and the Situation in the North

"It's me, I killed him!"

George's hand holding the gun couldn't stop shaking, and the barrel was still slightly hot.

It is said that this battle was highly valued by all the lords in the kingdom, even under the nose of Your Majesty, so naturally no one dared to snatch the credit.

The hobgoblins and tieflings beside him looked at George with envy and even jealousy. Their eyes were red and full of regret. They wished they could eat the human alive.

"damn it"

"It turned out to be him."

"You're just a lucky guy, just wait and see."

But this is just wishful thinking, otherwise the military supervisor's whip will make them understand what absolute military discipline is.

You have to know that he is the Earl of the Bosk family and the commander of the coalition forces. Such a great contribution is enough to be awarded the title, but it was snatched away by a mere human.

"Hahahaha, I. I killed him."

George muttered to himself, and in his mind he had already seen himself rising to prominence and becoming a Dragon Blood noble. All the hardships and trials he had endured before were nothing compared to the sweetness of this success.

As Loren Bosque fell under his gun, the inferiority complex as a serf that was deeply buried in his heart also disappeared.

It seems that those self-important nobles are no more than this.

Even the most powerful nobleman in the North, Bosk, was a mortal who could not withstand bullets, no different from him, a "gray beast" of serf origin.

Loren's death completely destroyed Bosc's heavy cavalry.

There were dense gunshots all around, and everywhere visible to the naked eye were the troops of the Burning Kingdom, who fell one after another like leeks.

The spearmen and crossbowmen following behind them were also on the verge of collapse. The kingdom's infantry and the ogre legion attacked from the front and back, and even elite skirmishers attacked from the flank. The seemingly solid fortifications were penetrated like a sieve, and the positions were broken into pieces, with kingdom soldiers charging fanatically everywhere.

What's more, they had lost their supreme commander. Under attack from both sides, these elite troops from the northern countries could only disperse in their positions like headless flies, and even their resistance could not make much of a splash.

Soon, this stubborn force was surrounded and annihilated by the kingdom's troops.

The Battle of Afton ended without any setbacks, and most of the losses suffered by the Burning Kingdom came from accidental injuries on its own side.

Even the soldiers of the kingdom did not take this war seriously, and even felt it was not very exciting. Perhaps only George, who had gotten a huge bargain, felt complacent and excited about it.

The war continues, and progresses at an astonishingly rapid pace.

Under the decision of the Kingdom's General Staff and the order of Marshal Dolo, the Kingdom's army was divided into three routes and launched fierce offensives in the west, east and south respectively.

They were confident that they could crush their opponents by dividing their forces, thereby maximizing military efficiency.

This is still a tactical contempt, but they have the strength to do so.

In recent years, with the infiltration of the "Nocturne" troops, the military conditions of the northern countries have become completely unknown to the kingdom.

The high-level staff of the kingdom have already made various analysis reports, clearly pointing out that the United Kingdom of the North, which has been passed down for thousands of years and seems to be quite large, is just a weak and exhausted "giant baby" in front of the kingdom that has experienced the magical industrial revolution. The only one that needs to be taken seriously is the martial Principality of Bosk in the south.

Just like that, the clarion call for the march was finally sounded.

The mixed army, with two human reserve infantry divisions, a cannon fodder corps of ogres and dozens of flying dragons as its main forces, advanced westwards and tore through the defense line of about 40,000 coalition forces on the vast and flat Barash Plain in the east of the Principality of Carter with great force.

They were like a sharp blade piercing the heart, the rapid deep-advance force composed of infantry and air force quickly tore apart and encircled the old and huge coalition forces. The army, which was mainly composed of two Lizardman infantry and cavalry mixed divisions, goblin cannon fodder corps, nearly a hundred flying dragons and an ogre giant artillery battalion, marched eastwards, and with their absolute firepower advantage, they smashed the coalition defense line guarding the river and mountain pass.

Then, the legion followed the plan, left behind all the baggage, and marched lightly into the enemy's territory. In just a few days, it advanced 60 kilometers into the Principality of Fano, and soon arrived at the eastern border of Anzeta, where it began to "dumpling" the defenders in various places.

What was even more terrifying was that the video of Cassius' speech was projected by flying dragons to all parts of Anzeta, causing countless northern nobles to be on tenterhooks.

To make matters worse, at the same time, the "Spark" movement led by the players was launched in various countries in the north, causing a great stir.

These rebels are usually extremely tenacious, led by players full of creative ideas, and have weapons assistance from the Burning Kingdom. This forces the nobles to send out a large number of private armies to suppress them, thus dispersing a lot of their forces.

The fall of the various principalities in the north seemed to be only a matter of time.

But they still have one last hope - that is the Principality of Bosk.

There is the brave and fearless "Lion of the North" Archduke Leo, the Lionheart Knights who have created countless brilliant achievements, and reinforcements from the continent of Feanso and even from all over the main material world and even the outer planes.

They have gathered the hopes and strength of all the people under the old order in the North, hoping to defeat the main forces of the Burning Ashes Kingdom in one fell swoop and kill the terrible red dragon that has been wreaking havoc in the North.

The advisors of the Burning Kingdom were naturally well aware of this, and both sides agreed.

Thus, hundreds of Redscale Conquerors, 153 Dragonsworn Paladins, a giant artillery corps composed of thousands of ogres, tens of thousands of the most elite hobgoblins and tiefling infantry, more than a dozen chimeras, twenty heavily armored terrain dragon beasts, more than 600 wyverns, nearly 30,000 dragon vein kobolds and all the Starfall Corps belonging to the kingdom, all gathered together to form a huge main force of the kingdom, and marched towards the south in a mighty manner.

They had only one goal - the largest city in the Principality of Bosk, the earliest city built during the great migration of Scandinavians in history, and the nominal capital of the United Kingdom of the North for a thousand years, the "City of Lions" Stratford.

The army of the Burning Kingdom marched forward like this, causing the earth to tremble and the surrounding birds to flee.

Everywhere there were heavy breathing sounds, the dull thud of wheels rolling over the snow, and the heavy footsteps of terrain dragon beasts.

In this team, Medorash turned around and looked meaningfully at the blond young man beside him.

"Andre, we are about to face your father. What do you think?"

"No."

The blond young man responded in a calm tone.

Medorash smiled and shook his head, whispering:

"To be honest, I still don't understand why you chose to join the kingdom after living in North Wind Castle for a while. You should know that you are the descendant of Bosco and the beloved son of Duke Leo."

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Andre was silent for a long time before he looked into the distance with a determined expression.

"For the oath in my heart, there are always some things in this world that are more important than power."

"Besides, I have not devoted myself to the Burning Kingdom."

"After living here for a few years, I have seen clearly that your kingdom is not a good thing. But it is at least much better than the Northland, which is rotten from top to bottom and has pus flowing into its bones."

"hehe."

Medrash laughed again and stopped talking. It seemed that the tiefling leader had heard something quite humorous.

This is a world of bad things, and the Kingdom has undoubtedly won.

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