bookrandom Chapter 1347 It Should Have Been Ours
Chapter 1347 It Should Have Been Ours
Meanwhile, on the other side, Xiao Ce was at a flying camp, waiting beside several steamboats for news of victory...
We can definitely win the first battle.
And it was a huge win...
There's no need to worry. We just heard the commotion outside, the sound of the explosion, and everything went smoothly.
Sure enough, a short while later, several people came rushing over.
Judging from their expressions, Xiao Ce knew that there must be news.
The messenger saw Xiao Ce's head and immediately saluted him...
"Your Highness, we have already achieved a great victory. General Han Da is already preparing for the second wave of the offensive..."
Xiao Ce heard the messenger nod, then said to him, "Alright, tell them we're ready to set off... Tell Han Da... don't be afraid! Fight all you want, if we succeed we can beat them..."
The messenger nodded after hearing Xiao Ce's words.
Xiao Ce looked at Night Owl and the special forces soldiers in tight-fitting uniforms behind him, whom they had personally trained...
"Night Owls, have your men prepare to board the hot airship. Now it's our turn to depart..."
Before Xiao Ce left, he had already left the mecha to Han Da, who had the highest authority, and had already handed it over to him to operate. It was not difficult to learn.
This mech serves as their last line of defense.
After hearing Xiao Ce's words, Night Owl began directing people to board the hot air boat...
After everyone boarded the hot air boat.
Several massive steamships, with their propellers roaring louder and louder, broke free from the ground and slowly climbed upwards.
Strong air currents whipped up the snow below, creating a misty, swirling snow fog that shrouded the temporary flight camp in a hazy veil.
Xiao Ce stood in front of the porthole of one of the steamboats, the thick reinforced glass blocking out the cold and noise from the outside world.
Xiao Yuanwang clung tightly to him, his little hands gripping the cold windowsill tightly, his wide eyes sparkling with barely suppressed excitement and intense curiosity about the unknown, almost pressing his face against the glass.
"Father, is this a steamboat? It's amazing! How does it fly?"
Seeing Xiao Yuanwang's excited expression, Xiao Ce said to him, "You've never ridden one before?"
Xiao Yuanwang nodded: "No... I've only heard of it, I've never even seen it..."
At this moment, the original Night Owl stood silently at the rear of the cabin, near the hatch. Its body was as straight as a javelin, and its sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, calmly scanned the increasingly smaller ground below through the other porthole. It heard the conversation between Xiao Ce and his son.
Night Owl chimed in, "That's right, Your Highness. Because this air force operates independently of our Xiao Kingdom from the rest of the East Asian Federation, it's a top-secret organization... Some core country personnel have only witnessed their capabilities. Ordinary people wouldn't have the chance to see it..."
Xiao Ce nodded, unsurprised by this.
This is quite a powerful weapon...
As the steamboat steadily climbed to a height of several hundred meters, the entire battlefield below, where the embers of the battle had just ended and were still burning, suddenly burst into the view through the porthole like a scroll painting of hell.
Xiao Ce subconsciously moved closer and began to look.
A brutal panorama of firelight, smoke, wreckage, and fleeing lives unfolds across the vast snow-covered plains.
The earth was torn open with countless charred and twisted scars. The embers of napalm bombs were still roaring, and orange-red flames greedily licked the twisted and deformed wreckage of armored vehicles, the scattered supplies, and the artillery bases that had been blown to pieces.
Thick, acrid black smoke billowed up like countless ferocious black dragons, shattering the already gloomy sky.
They could still smell that lingering scent even inside the steamboat...
The pristine snowfield was now stained a murky dark red and charred black by gunfire and blood. Frozen blood mixed with melted snow water, solidifying into a nauseating muddy ice shell.
Although their first battle was already over.
As far as the eye could see, thousands of Slavic soldiers fled across the snowfield like sheep scattered by wolves!
Discarded flintlock muskets, broken spears, heavy breastplates and helmets were scattered everywhere, like an anthill that had been brutally trampled by an invisible behemoth.
This is exactly what Han Da sent to report: a mountainside filled with routed soldiers, their armor and weapons discarded!
Actually, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it while I was listening to it.
However, seeing it with my own eyes was still shocking...
Although their initial battle was over, Xiao Ce gave them orders to kill without mercy.
Therefore, the Turkic heavy cavalry did not stop at this moment.
These cavalrymen transformed into several efficient and ruthless steel torrents, repeatedly charging and thrusting behind and to the flanks of the fleeing soldiers as if driving livestock.
Under the sunlight, each sharp flash of the saber's cold gleam stirred up a chorus of pitiful screams and even more chaotic shoving among the fleeing soldiers.
Soldiers trampled each other in their desperate struggle for survival, their terrified cries seemingly piercing the roar of engines: "Devil! The Steel Devil is coming!"
"Run! The Tsar has abandoned us!"
These people didn't even fire their guns anymore.
At this time, the Air Force still had a small number of bombers on missions.
Although Wei Wuji's air force squadron had completed its main bombing mission, turning the Slavic artillery positions into a steel graveyard.
The brutal battlefield cleanup is still underway.
Several biplanes painted with the Xiao Kingdom flag flew low over the slaughterhouse like vultures circling overhead.
The airborne machine guns continued to spew fire, the "rat-a-tat-tat" of their gunfire like the drumbeats of death, precisely carving out gaps of blood and flesh in the fleeing crowd.
Occasionally, a small, missed aerial bomb falls!
With a muffled "boom," several charred bodies and struggling wounded soldiers were thrown into the air, only to be swallowed up by the snow dust.
Xiao Ce's gaze was icy cold, showing no emotion whatsoever.
The reason is simple: because of their country, because of the things they have done, they deserve the suffering they are enduring right now.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Ce looked at Xiao Yuanwang with some concern.
After all, these scenes were far too bloody for the child.
However, Xiao Yuanwang was far more formidable than Xiao Ce had imagined...
He pressed his face against the window and continued looking: "Father, are those the armored troops?"
Xiao Ce looked at him with great anticipation and nodded in satisfaction.
The ground forces of the East Asian coalition are advancing steadily in a chillingly orderly fashion, clearing out the last resistance.
Rough armored vehicles equipped with heavy machine guns or small-caliber rapid-fire cannons roared as they relentlessly crushed the ravaged battlefield, providing solid mobile cover for the infantry deployed in skirmish lines behind them.
Dressed in the uniform dark-colored military uniform of the Xiao Kingdom, the semi-automatic rifle in his hand continuously spewed out steady and deadly short bursts, efficiently reaping the scattered, desperate resistance fighters on the edge of the battlefield.
A tattered Slavic flag lay fallen in the muddy snow, mercilessly trampled by the heavy boots of countless Allied soldiers, a testament to their crushing defeat in the first battle...
Xiao Ce did not interrupt Xiao Yuanwang.
Xiao Yuanwang's small face was pressed tightly against the cold porthole. His initial excitement and curiosity had been replaced by the real, grand, and cruel scene before him.
Her breathing became slightly rapid involuntarily, and her little fists clenched until they turned white, but in her eyes, which resembled her father's, there was no retreat. Instead, a kind of focus that was beyond her years and almost cold was shining through.
He seemed to want to etch every detail of the war into his mind.
After a long while, he slowly spoke.
"Father..."
"This is...war?"
This is not a question, but rather a confirmation, a reshaping of cognition.
When Xiao Ce saw Xiao Yuanwang speak, he placed his large, broad hands firmly on his son's slightly thin shoulders, his gaze as calm as a deep pool!
He glanced out the window again, looking down at the burning, wailing, and collapsing hell on earth below.
After observing for a while, he looked back at Xiao Yuanwang and said, "That's right, this is war! But this is only the simplest form of war..."
"Do you see that, gazing into the distance? This is the consequence of rashly starting wars and foolishly resisting the tide of the times."
"Remember this scene; this is the crushing power of absolute strength and iron will."
Xiao Yuanwang nodded, then looked down again, seemingly deep in thought...
The night owl silently moved to the porthole next to Xiao Ce, squinted, and assessed the width of the battlefield, the main distribution points of the wreckage, and the main direction of the enemy's retreat as if it were the most precise instrument.
Then he began directing the steamboat's course, making constant corrections, and even raising the steamboat a few degrees.
At this moment, Lingxu's mechanical synthesized voice hummed in Xiao Ce's ear, simultaneously projecting thermal imaging scan data into a corner of Xiao Ce's field of vision.
"Master, thermal imaging shows that life in the core battlefield area has been reduced to below the safe threshold, and large-scale organized resistance has been confirmed to have collapsed. The fleeing troops are mainly spreading towards the northern and northeastern primary forest areas. It is recommended that the flight path continue to climb to a safe altitude to avoid low-altitude stray bullets and potential threats from man-portable air defense systems."
Listening to Lingxu's advice, Xiao Ce watched as Ye Mao issued orders and made decisions.
Xiao Ce then shut up and said nothing.
The steamboat's engine roared even louder, and the massive vessel began to turn steadily...
The infernal scene below, composed of burning, wailing, and collapse, along with the thick, smoky, and bloody stench, was slowly cast aside.
However, the shock and chill brought by that scene still seemed to linger in the cold air of the cabin, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
The bow of the boat tilted slightly, turning steadily toward the deeper heartland of the Slavic Empire, a land shrouded in snow and fraught with danger.
The direction of the Hidden Dragon Arsenal!
...
Along the way, it was clear that the Slavic nation was determined this time.
The dark, dense army was marching towards the front line like a long dragon.
Upon seeing this commotion, Night Owl was somewhat surprised: "Your Highness, are they all courting death? Why are they still charging towards the front lines..."
After hearing what Night Cat said, Xiao Ce replied, "There are only two possibilities: one is that they simply don't know yet... the other is..."
Night Owl paused after hearing Xiao Ce's words, then continued, "Another possibility is... they have something to rely on..."
Xiao Ce nodded, then said to Night Cat, "That's right, given the current situation, they are very likely the former; they have no idea..."
"However, I don't think Shahar will give up so easily... It's not that simple; this war has only just begun..."
Night Owl nodded.
Without wasting words, Xiao Ce said directly to Night Cat, "Let's hurry and retrieve some weapons from the Hidden Dragon Armory as soon as possible... Even if there's an anomaly, we can still provide support..."
The night owl nodded...
...
At that moment, a biting wind whipped snowflakes from one side, lashing at the fleeing Slavic soldiers.
Shahar, escorted by his guards, rode in a carriage that wobbled and sped through the muddy snow. The horses pulling the carriage were foaming at the mouth and nose, clearly at their limit.
Inside the carriage, Shahar's face was ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, and his clenched fists trembled slightly from the force of his grip.
His son, Reese, huddled in the opposite seat, his once arrogant face now showing only shock, his expensive fur coat stained with mud and bloodstains that no one knew who had splattered on it.
"Trash! They're all trash!"
Shahar slammed his fist against the carriage wall with a dull thud, startling Reese.
"More than ten thousand! More than ten thousand elite troops! In less than an hour, they were crushed by that brute Handa like cutting melons and vegetables! When did our Slavic warriors become so vulnerable?!"
Rhys licked his chapped lips, his voice filled with barely suppressed resentment: "Father... the armor and advanced automatic weapons of those Turkic cavalry... those iron birds that can drop explosives from the sky, and the firearms that can continuously spit fire in the hands of the Xiao Kingdom infantry... are simply beyond the capabilities of our soldiers' imitation muskets and spears!"
"Xiao Ce... Xiao Guo... They've been hiding all the real good stuff, only giving us junk! They talk about the East Asian Alliance, but now it all seems like bullshit... bullshit... Luckily we kept something in reserve, otherwise we wouldn't even know we'd been sold out..."
"Hide? Conceal?"
Shahar abruptly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on his son with an almost manic mockery:
"Haven't you seen it yet, you fool! That monster Xiao Ce is sitting inside an iron golem that can fly and disappear, and is impervious to blades and spears! That's his real trump card! He doesn't need to hide it at all; he only needs to reveal it to crush all our pride and reliance! They haven't even come out yet, and with these weapons in their hands, they've already beaten us to this state..."
"The Hidden Dragon Armory...the things in the Hidden Dragon Armory should have been ours!"