The highway was full of trucks, probably several thousand in number.

Not only on the highways, but throughout the entire Longgu Armory, a huge number of trucks were parked, and the engineers driving these trucks were busy unloading cargo and then delivering the transported ammunition to the battlefield.

Their only task was to take out all the stockpiled ammunition and then transport it to the front lines!

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Samnu, Laos.

Southern Legion, Gallic Rooster Command.

Deputy Commander Antoine Beaumont was standing in front of the sand table, observing the situation ahead.

"General Antoine, an urgent telegram has been sent from the Japanese Indochina Command, saying that the National League Army's counterattack is exceptionally fierce and requesting our reinforcements." Chief of Staff Major Jerome Bruno approached and reported with a grave expression.

Antoine Beaumont glanced at the telegram, his expression grim.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Antoine Beaumont knew that the National Alliance's counterattack was indeed exceptionally strong. The entire army of the Sakura Kingdom was under the National Alliance's special attention, and the hope of relieving the siege rested on their Southern Corps.

Soon, Helmut von Stein, the commander of Banyan, ordered his three divisions to rush north to cooperate with the 5th Division of the Sakura Kingdom in launching a desperate counterattack against the Nationalist Army in Muzhou!

This is a breakout operation that must be won!

If they are defeated, not only will their main force be trapped in Muzhou, but they themselves will also be in dire straits and ultimately be wiped out!

Therefore, this time we must succeed, otherwise, the entire Indochina will be plunged into an abyss of no return!

"Order three divisions to depart immediately!"

"Yes, sir!" the chief of staff replied and quickly ran out of the headquarters to relay the order.

Half an hour later, the French divisions of Hanoi, Saigon, and Cambodia, totaling nearly 40,000 men, marched in a mighty force toward Muzhou.

To ensure marching speed, Antoine Beaumont ordered all soldiers to discard unnecessary equipment and don light gear.

"Boom!" A shell whistled through the air and landed on the vanguard of the French team.

Instantly, flames from the explosion shot into the sky.

"Enemies!!"

"Retreat! Everyone retreat! Quickly!"

The soldiers in the front ranks fell to the ground one after another, and the vanguard of the Gallic Rooster was thrown into chaos. The soldiers cried out and screamed, and fled in panic.

Antoine Beaumont's pupils contracted sharply as he stared blankly at the dense array of metal lumps in front of him.

So many tanks from our own country!