Once upon a time, Xia Feng had been worried about one thing, even if the throne of the empire changed, even if Verin ordered the expulsion of all the infected in the territory, he was still worried.

In any case, as long as you resist, it means sacrifice.

Of course, he was not afraid of death, and he believed that his companions who followed him all the way were not afraid, but he could not afford the millions of infected people in Victoria.

Yes, he feared becoming the sinner of the ages who led everyone to their deaths, and he sometimes couldn't help but wonder if Tallulah had the same intentions as him before he founded the Integration Movement.

However, reality did not give him time to think.

His inaction, or ambiguous actions, is only to alleviate the "slow death" of the infected.

Finally, he realized that death had happened within reach of him.

There are some things that he may have to bear, because that's his calling.

If he had integrated the infected from the beginning and gathered everyone in Shengdi City, Ah Guang might not have returned to Hapi City at that point in time.

If he had targeted Tracy in the first place, using the bizarre rout of the Kazdale Army to force Medders to pull his line, perhaps Mesha would not have died.

But there are no ifs in life, there is no possibility in fate, and time cannot be restarted.

...

Of course, there are some things that are not too late to make up their minds, provided that he is well aware of all the consequences.

Xia Feng has now completely figured it out, the empire has preemptively struck from the beginning, and the decision to kill the infected has not been merciful.

Since this is the case, then he will accompany this self-confident empire and play big.

The outrageously real game, which belongs to him alone, is only now really beginning.

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Red Sand Plains.

When the commander-in-chief of the Central Army, Witt, heard the number of the infected, the whole person fell into shock.

His eyes widened, and he even suspected that the Scout's intelligence had increased by a zero.

"Again, how many?"

The herald's face turned pale.

"Team..... There is no end in sight to the team, and a rough estimate is at least more than 2 million...... Or more. ”

A drop of cold sweat ran across Werther's cheek, and the entire command was silent.

The dead silence lasted about 5 seconds, and Werther yelled.

"Give me a map of the Western Mountains!"

"Yes."

In the tents of the temporary headquarters, the officers immediately scrambled to find detailed maps of the southern western mountain ranges.

...

After a quick check with the scout, Werther's eyes flickered and his brain raced.

Since Xia Feng has 2 million infected troops in his hands, even if he is poorly equipped, this force can completely exert quite terrifying power.

At present, the southern coalition forces are fighting the Hongsha Plain, the situation between the two sides is stalemate, and there are heavy casualties.

But why did the other side choose to go north from the mountains in the west?

Could it be that the leader of the infected named Xia Feng wants to take this opportunity to take down all the under-fortified cities in the south? Completely cut off the supply lines of the Central Army on the western side?

At this moment, Werther looked up, and an important city appeared in front of him.

【Canaan City】

Thinking of the information that Canaan City was captured by mysterious special forces yesterday, an ominous premonition came to Witt's mind.

Keeping his eyes firmly on the city of Canaan on the map, the perspective moved up again, and it was the north.

Werther's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if a black cloud was hanging over him.

If he guessed correctly, Xia Feng didn't even think about retaking the southern city that he had lost before.

His real purpose is to sweep through the entire north with an army of more than 2 million infected!

....

Forcibly controlling himself to calm down, Witt stared at the map in a cold sweat.

Judging from the location of the army of infected people found in the intelligence, the other party should have just set off from the city of Sandi, and the march of 2 million people will take more than 1 week at the fastest if they want to cross half of Victoria.

If the Imperial Military Department had mobilized the Northern Military Region fast enough, the advance team of the Northern Military Region should have been on its way to the north-south junction at this time.

It should be able to catch up.

The complete strength of the Northern Military Region is 400,000 people, and the soldiers are extremely high-quality, complete in arms, well-equipped, and are a trustworthy brother army.

At the same time, the Empire's order to mobilize reserves has long been issued, and now there should be at least more than 300,000 reserves around Lentinium.

This was joined by the garrisons drawn from the local cities of the north by the Ombudsman, and the Royal Knights, who were stationed in Lentinium all year round.

At this time, the total number of troops that can be defended in the north should be around 800,000.

....

Werther's fists were clenched tightly, and under the golden hair, his whole face was pale.

Can the 800,000 regular army withstand the 2 million infected?

If these 2 million people were ordinary people who had been temporarily assembled, then he dared to conclude that they could easily resist it.

However, these 2 million people are infected with extremely high upper and lower limits, and everyone is a destabilizing factor in a situation where they are fighting against the water.

In the face of this "black wave" that has nothing to learn from the past, seriously, he is not sure.

Since he was uncertain, as a member of the royal family and the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Central Army, Witt could not let this uncertainty continue, otherwise, even if the war in front of him on the Red Sand Plains was won, it would be meaningless.

....

After much deliberation and weighing, Witt finally gave the order.

"Pass my order, the whole army will shrink the front, the 7th, 8th, and 9th divisions will hold the defensive line, and the remaining corps will gradually withdraw to the north."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the officers of the entire command changed dramatically at the same time.

"General, now that the fighting is fierce, how can you withdraw?"

"If we retreat now, our losses will be incalculable, General!"

The officers in the command room know very well that this is military common sense that even ordinary soldiers know.

In a fierce battle on all fronts on this scale, the retreating side is almost equivalent to giving up its ass to the enemy, and the division in charge of the rear of the palace is a suicide act.

Despite the opposition of his subordinates, Witte finally gave the supreme order to retreat as commander-in-chief.

The South can give up, but the North cannot afford to slip through the cracks.

....

....

On the main battlefield of the Hongsha Plain, for some reason, the imposing Central Army suddenly stopped the charge.

The military order was like a mountain, and all the red-eyed soldiers bit their lips, began to turn around in unwillingness, and were ordered to stabilize the front, so that the entire division and regiment behind the whole army were like ashes.

The abrupt move of the Central Army was immediately seen through by General Ormon.

This is no longer a mysterious tactic, such an obvious intention, if the Central Army did not intend to retreat with the whole army, General Aumont would dare to twist his head off and kick it as a ball.

"The whole army obeys the order, don't give the other party a chance to retreat, press over, press over the whole front!"

General Aumont would not let go of this opportunity to inflict heavy losses on the Central Army in any case.

The military order was quickly delivered, and the soldiers who fought bloodily on the main battlefield did not hesitate at all, and the whole army rushed to the defensive front of the Central Army with a roar.