"Your Majesty, our army has now taken control of most of the Macedonian military factory area. The enemy's defenses have been completely destroyed. We have discovered that some enemy troops are fleeing. Should we pursue them and annihilate them all?" The messenger reported to Qin Ze outside the military factory.
Qin Ze said calmly, "A bunch of defeated soldiers, nothing to worry about. This is Gothic territory. The roads outside the military factory are interconnected, and the terrain is complex. If we pursue them too far, we may not be able to annihilate them. Don't worry about those who escaped. Just take over the military factory."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The messenger immediately obeyed and left.
After he left, Qin Ze ordered two soldiers to open the map that had been seized in Foster Harbor. The soldiers spread the map out in front of Qin Ze, and he looked at it carefully.
The route had already been decided. Starting from Port Foster, the Macedonian military factory area was their first battle in the Delta Federation. This area was located in the western part of the Delta Federation, while its capital, Salivia, was located in the central part. Qin Ze was visiting this unfamiliar capital for the first time, so he only chose the official route marked on the map, which was the path from the Macedonian military factory to Salivia.
Several cities were marked on the map along the way, but Qin Ze knew nothing about the specific information of these cities or the troop strength stationed there. However, he did not care. Once he arrived at the corresponding place, he would know everything. As long as his side had enough troops and strong enough combat power, he could push forward all the way.
In terms of the combat strength of the opposing armies, the Goths had no advantage. However, as the masters of this land, they possessed a strong geographical advantage. The continent of Salisno was vast, and the intricate terrain made Qin Ze wary. Even if the enemy's combat strength was weaker than his own, if they could utilize the geographical advantage to fight, they would certainly pose a threat. Along the road from the Macedonian military factory to Salvia, the mountain range marked "Enzos" on the map traversed the central and western regions.
Following the officially marked route on the map, less than 400 kilometers from the Macedonian military factory, one enters the region where the Nzoz Mountains are located. Without a doubt, the Nzoz Mountains region must have been an ideal battlefield for the Goths to deploy their troops.
Qin Ze knew that place must be dangerous, but on this vast road, as an outsider, besides following the routes commonly used by the Goths, was it really necessary to find a new route to take? That was not very realistic.
His previous experience of fighting his way from Beiliang to Jinling was not entirely applicable to this unfamiliar land. Now, he only wanted to travel as quickly as possible to the holy city of Salivia and take the head of the man known as the "war maniac" von Palen!
"Alright, put it away." The soldier put the map away, and Qin Ze looked at the still-unfinished battlefield ahead.
"Let's go, let's enter the military factory!"
At a command, Qin Ze led his army away from the temporary camp.
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Inside the military factory.
The fierce fighting has shifted from the west to the southeast. Centered on Factory No. 4, all the factories in the northwest region have been captured by the Yan army. Under fierce firepower, the Gorte defenders fought and retreated, and had no choice but to abandon factories one by one.
Although the Götter garrison had a total strength of 70,000 to 80,000 men, they had already suffered 7,000 to 8,000 casualties at the beginning of the battle while defending the western front. When the two bunkers on the west were blown open, the number of casualties surged. In the ensuing fierce battle around the breach, their casualties increased exponentially.
After Tacino falsely issued military orders and incited the garrison to flee, nearly 20,000 people left the military factory. After deducting the soldiers who had already been killed, only a few thousand soldiers remained who were capable of fighting. Moreover, these few thousand people were not gathered in one place; most of them had taken refuge in various factories during the battle.
In fact, by this point in the battle, most of the remaining defenders wanted to evacuate, but they had already missed their chance. After capturing Factory No. 4, the Yan army immediately rushed along the wall, and the cavalry quickly reached all the exits of the military factory and sealed them off. Although the battle in the center of the battlefield was not over, the Gorte defenders could no longer evacuate.
Macedonian military factories have become prisons.
At this moment, inside Factory No. 3, Davis, who had been shot in the left leg, was dragged into the factory by several of his men. Inside the huge Factory No. 3, only a few dozen remnants remained. They hid in various parts of the military factory, using the factory's cover to kill the Yan army that had pursued them.
Inside the ammunition storage room deep within the factory, Davis's pale face was covered in sweat, and his bleeding left leg continued to bleed. The pain made Davis grit his teeth. He looked around and saw that most of the dozen or so soldiers beside him were also wounded, and everyone looked disheveled.
Sporadic gunshots came from outside the ammunition room, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
“They’re here,” a soldier said, trembling.
Everyone pricked up their ears, their tense faces covered in sweat. Several soldiers were searching for bullets in the dark storage room, while the more seriously wounded ones had already sat exhausted on the ground, pointing their guns directly at the door of the storage room. A long trail of blood ran along the ground at the doorway, and they knew that Yan Jun would definitely follow the trail to find this place.
"...We're about to die here..."
The approaching footsteps caused one soldier to sob softly in fear.
Davis looked up at the soldier. The faint light shining from outside the door allowed him to see the soldier's face. He was a young man who looked to be under twenty years old, wearing glasses and with a slender build. Davis didn't recognize him, but he knew that this must be a soldier selected from the reserves.
The workers in the military factory are mostly retired soldiers, but in the last two years, there have been many more people selected from the reserves. Most of these people were selected because of poor physical condition, but some were also rejected because they did not have the qualities to be soldiers. So these people were assigned to do some logistical work in the military factory.
At that moment, seeing the soldier sobbing softly, Davis said in a deep voice:
"May I have your name?"
“My name is Garner…Sir.” The soldier leaned back on the ground, his glasses removed. He tucked his musket under his arm, the muzzle pointed at the door, while his other hand wiped away tears, as if he felt he shouldn’t be crying at this moment.
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