"Your Majesty, the attack has been halted as you ordered, but the enemy still shows no signs of recapturing the position."
"They are conservative and play very cautiously."
This is what the communications soldier who returned from the front lines said at Qin Ze's base camp.
"They're quite conservative, which isn't like their usual style. It seems these Goths have learned their lesson after these defeats, but that's not important anymore." Qin Ze said expressionlessly.
"Make good use of this last hour of rest time at the front line to replenish ammunition and rotate the reserve troops. Remember, do it in a big way, make a big show of it, and show your strength."
"At six o'clock sharp, regardless of casualties, launch a full-scale attack and put maximum pressure on them!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" the communications soldier replied and immediately took his leave.
Qin Ze narrowed his eyes, watching the snowflakes falling from the sky. He knew that the upcoming attack would determine whether they could capture the pass today, and the key to victory lay with the surprise attack force that was still waiting in the wings.
——
It was 5:40 a.m.
At the mountain pass headquarters, Dylan received messages from multiple fronts, and these messages all had the same point of view.
"Sir, according to observations, the enemy's main force on the main road is being redeployed to the north and south flanks, while behind them, a large number of enemy troops carrying torches are marching along the mountain paths. Those should be the enemy's reserve forces!"
Upon hearing this message, Dylan's pupils involuntarily contracted, and his hands clenched into fists. The expressions of his subordinates beside him became solemn, and the atmosphere turned extremely cold.
This message made everyone realize that the enemy was planning a major offensive, and such a large-scale troop deployment meant that the battle to come would undoubtedly be a decisive battle of unprecedented intensity.
“They’ve brought out all their forces. I thought… they were going to call a ceasefire…” the deputy said stiffly.
Dylan, however, seemed relieved and said, "It was bound to happen sooner or later."
"No matter how fierce their next offensive is, hold the stronghold. Even if we all die, we must die on the battlefield."
"And before that, let's drag them down with us."
"Issue the order to all units to prepare for battle, fight to the death, and never retreat a single step!"
"Yes, sir!" the communications soldier replied gravely, before heading off to their respective lines.
The order was quickly relayed to every unit. The commander of the southern garrison, Pact, waved his hand and shouted, "Load the bullets, prepare the shells, don't be stingy, kill as many as come!"
On the front of the pass, in Kyle's troops: "I don't know what you guys are thinking, but I'm getting impatient. When these damned bastards charge in, just blast them with all your cannonballs!"
"I can't wait to see them become corpses!" Kyle roared.
Similarly, on the northern front, where the positions had fallen the most and the fighting was the fiercest, Lieutenant General Mark, the commander, was taking advantage of this brief rest to replenish his strength. When he received the order, he was eating a biscuit with cold water. Upon hearing the order, he stuffed the half-eaten biscuit back into his shirt pocket, spraying food crumbs as he shouted towards the front lines:
"Breakfast time is over, and the enemy is about to launch an attack on us!"
"Kids! Now it all comes down to how accurate your aim is, that's very important!"
Do you know why?
As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier crouching under the cover in front of him swallowed his food in one gulp and shouted with fervor, "Because we must kill as many enemies as possible! We must defend our territory, defend our country, for our glory!"
Mark stood up, looked at him, and laughed loudly, "You're right about some things, but you haven't hit the nail on the head."
"Sir, what's the most important thing?" another soldier shouted from a short distance away.
Mark patted his stomach and laughed: "The most important thing is whether we can have a hot lunch. Tell me, isn't that important? Isn't that crucial?!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Laughter gradually rose from within the position, as soldiers shouted in unison:
"important!"
"I want to eat fried sausage!"
"Braised pork chops! Apple pie!"
Hearing the soldiers' shouts, Mark grinned and said, "Great! Everything will be alright!"
"But before that, guys, hold our ground and don't let those damn Yan people step foot in!"
"After we win this battle, I'll throw you a victory celebration banquet! Just tell me what you want to eat, and there'll be endless Puccino! Hahahaha!"
"Yes, sir!" the soldiers shouted excitedly, many of them with smiles on their faces despite their exhaustion.
Mark looked at the soldiers, then slowly squatted down and leaned against the cold rock, his smile gradually fading from his face.
He took the remaining half of the biscuit from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but instead of wolfing it down as before, he chewed it little by little.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally swallowed the food in his mouth, but then stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, where there were still some crumbs.
Savoring the lingering sweetness of the peach shortbread in his mouth, Mark sighed dejectedly.
"It's so delicious..."
But then, after muttering that sentence to himself, he looked up at the night sky and chuckled foolishly amidst the falling snowflakes.
——
Six o'clock sharp.
"Attack! Attack!!!"
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