It was just past 2 a.m.
Qin Ze's face was ashen. The artillery bombardment had not stopped and had been going on for two hours, but the army had not advanced an inch.
Apart from the artillery corps that was bombarding the front lines, the rest of the troops had gradually dispersed over the past two hours.
Just then, a troop of cavalry hurriedly returned to their camp.
"How is it? Any movement?" Qin Ze asked, looking up.
"No, Your Majesty, there is no sound at all."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ze's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Continue to wait."
Then he said to the messenger beside him, "Increase the number of cannons to 200 and bombard them fiercely!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Just as the messenger was about to leave, Qin Ze suddenly called him back.
"Send a team to set fire to the area, the bigger the fire, the better."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
——
At 2:30 a.m., inside the Dingle military camp.
Inside the command tent, the officers who had regrouped all looked anxious. Although the previous meeting had ultimately decided to hold back for the time being, the continuous artillery fire over the past two hours had kept them on edge.
The sudden increase in the volume of artillery fire a few moments earlier made them realize the urgency of the situation.
"They've launched a full-scale attack! The artillery fire has intensified!"
"These damned Yan people actually brought out so many cannons. They're not weak at all!" Lieutenant General Habo said with a livid face.
The words had barely left his mouth.
"It's time for us to set off. This is definitely the best opportunity. The Yan Army has already launched such a large-scale artillery bombardment. If we try to break through the military factory by focusing on a single point, they might actually be able to get through."
"We can't wait any longer!" Lieutenant General Hopkins said urgently.
Dinger's eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot. In the past two and a half hours, he had been thinking about Yan Jun's condition all the time. The constant guessing and refuting had left him exhausted.
The sudden emergency situation at this moment gave him a splitting headache.
Klein noticed Dingle's hesitation and said in a deep voice, "Sir, although I know you are not entirely confident about the upcoming battle, no battle is ever guaranteed to be won."
Upon hearing this, Dingle looked up at Klein.
Klein continued, "But at least now we have combined our forces, which is the best state our army is in right now. Of course... some soldiers are not physically fit, but with an urgent battle in front of them, they can still squeeze out their physical potential to fight."
After he finished speaking, Dingle said in a deep voice, "So, you also think this is the most suitable fighter jet?"
Klein glanced at the others, paused for two seconds, and then nodded, saying, "Yes."
"We need to win a battle to salvage our low morale."
"The soldiers can grit their teeth and persevere through physical exhaustion, but repeated defeats can really demoralize them. We need to eliminate enough enemies to make up for what we have lost."
These words touched everyone present. Lieutenant General Harbor rubbed his face vigorously, turning his slightly pale complexion red, and said to Dingle in a resounding voice:
"It's time to take action! We must make them pay for their crimes in blood! Let them know that our Gothic army is absolutely no weaker than any other nation's!"
"Any invading enemy will become a corpse!"
Everyone looked at Dingle, their eyes no longer showing any fatigue, but instead filled with an undisguised burning fighting spirit.
Dingle opened his mouth, and then he said, word by word:
"Good! Engage immediately! Annihilate the enemy forces!"
"Let's win this battle!"
"Win this battle!" the crowd shouted in unison.
Dingle then calmly issued a series of more detailed orders, but when it came to his own participation in the campaign, Klein said:
"Sir, this battle is not a hopeless situation for us, so I think we can keep a backup plan in case of any unforeseen circumstances."
"You leave behind a division of troops. If the battle at the front is won, you can come back later. If the battle is fierce, you can also bring your troops to support us."
Dingle shook his head and said, "The battlefield situation changes rapidly. As the commander, I need to grasp the battlefield situation immediately. I cannot stay, but your suggestion can be adopted."
"It's yours, Klein."
Klein scratched his head and said with a smile, "Sir, if you're worried, then let me stay. If you're worried, then stay here and let me go to the front lines."
“Foster Harbour has almost fallen before my eyes, and I have no reason not to lead the troops into battle.”
Dingle was about to refuse, but Klein said again:
"The Yan people are very powerful, far stronger than the enemies we have eliminated before, but we are not weak either. The opportunity is right in front of us. Just think of it as me wanting to make a contribution."
"Ah no... I should say it's making amends for my mistakes." He straightened his hat and said with a smile.
Dingle had no choice but to accept.
"All right."
Then, he raised his head and looked around at everyone, his gaze sweeping over each person's face. Finally, Dingle slowly said:
"Everyone..."
Some inspiring words echoed in my mind, but when they reached my lips, they came out as:
"To win this battle, we must come back."
"Yes, sir!"
With solemn expressions, everyone saluted Dingle and then turned to leave.
As he watched them leave one by one, Dingle suddenly thought of Bernhardt, who had become delirious due to a stroke.
"The pressure you're under is truly unbearable for most people..." he chuckled self-deprecatingly and muttered to himself.
After looking around, only a few messengers and adjutants remained in the tent. The tent, which had been somewhat crowded, suddenly felt much emptier. As if unable to bear the sudden quiet, Dingle quickly lifted the tent flap and went out.
The chill of the early morning felt like knives piercing his body. Dingle shivered and watched the departing soldiers quickly leave. He murmured something barely above a whisper.
"Let's end this war as soon as possible..."
——
As night deepened, flames had already spread around the Macedonian military factory, but these fires did not reach the factory itself, as Davis had already cleared away anything that might pose a threat to the factory.
Therefore, in his view, this flame was merely a futile effort by the Yan army.
But the ensuing upheaval made him feel uneasy.
"Sir! We've observed that the enemy isn't advancing towards the factory area; they seem to be spreading out to the left and right flanks! Their lines are stretched very long!"
"Their forces... seem to be very large!"
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