My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2341 -781: Star-world Tear? Bah! Outdated! Let’s Do Something Even More Exciting Now [14/30]_2

“I refuse! In the face of the Black Disaster, there are only Nords who die in battle, no Nords that collapse!”

Colonel Duke coldly refused the suggestion again.

His gray-blue eyes glanced towards the hill on the other side of the position, where the famous “Meat Grinder” Colonel Qin from Transylvania was patrolling the position with a team of People’s Army cavalry. It was the defensive zone of the Transia people, and the number of wolf people’s bones discarded in front of their positions was no fewer than on the Nord’s side, with more “artistic” processing added.

All the wolf people’s heads had been cut off and piled up on both sides of the position, with Transylvania’s crimson war flag planted on that “Tower of Skulls.” There were also wolf heads strung together with broken spears and peculiar “staves” made by tying up fluffy wolf tails of the wolf people fluttering in the wind, appearing both imposing and barbaric.

The Nord positions had similar things as well.

Clearly, this was a result of the Northerners “learning” from the Transia people. The Northerner barbarians went even further; some soldiers and officers even began to decorate their armor and weapons with treated wolf people’s skulls.

At a glance, the soldiers active on this position seemed more like barbarians than the wolf people opposite them.

“Are you really competing with each other?”

Fraser sighed and said:

“The Crimson Regent of Transylvania once sharply commented that violence is the peacock tail of us smelly men, and now I believe it.

Sir Duke, Transylvania has Undying Spirits, you can’t emulate their reckless tactics…”

“Why not?”

Colonel Duke sneered and retorted:

“We have everything those Undying Spirits have!

It’s just ‘immortality,’ and in the realm of Spiritual Energy, it’s not something mysterious. We’ve invited the Spirit witches from the north to the battlefield to collect the fresh souls of those warriors. Perhaps we will soon have our own ‘Winterwolf Spirits’.”

“You’re all insane!”

Seeing Colonel Duke talk about this matter openly, Fraser realized he couldn’t persuade these crazy northerners. He didn’t waste more time, decisively bid farewell to Colonel Duke, and led his guards and commanders to the bunkers at the rear of the position for rest.

There were still eight days left before the Transia people completed their thirty-day defense of Wasteland Mountain, and with Shadow Valley already fallen, the last eight days would undoubtedly unfold in this equally imperfect terrain. And this time, having the position meant an even bloodier positional blockade battle lay ahead.

However, as the Transia people went crazy, the stubborn Nords also dug in. With both sides unable to retreat, apart from going mad with them, Colonel Fraser had no other options.

It’s not just the Nords fortifying their castle.

Fraser knew that on the borders of the Kato area, the elite of the Exploration Corps mobilized by Marshal Loren and the servants of the Wolfsbane Clan were also racing against time to strengthen the Dorod Fortress group on the west bank of Lake Xiuerpres.

In other words, Colonel Fraser had to fight for time for his motherland behind him. Worse for the Goldenrod people was that compared to the progress of the Maginot Line and Klim Fortress, they were already significantly behind,

which meant that once the wolf people were thwarted at the Maginot Line and couldn’t break through, with Huggesen’s command ability, it would certainly lead the forces westward to invade Kato!

As the old saying goes, the Goldenrod people really don’t have much time left.

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“Retreat? Why retreat!”

As the army of Shadow Valley retreated to the Baphomet Canyon line, Hass, the Great Marshal of the Bloodscar wolf people, who had stood off against Colonel Duke here for more than twenty days, also received orders from Old Manson.

This made Field Marshall Hass very dissatisfied; with his arm still bandaged rough, he slapped his weapon and roared:

“I know our damage is severe, but the Nords opposite are already exhausted! Even if they have reinforcements from Shadow Valley, it doesn’t change the fact that we are holding the upper hand.

The recovery speed of wolf people is much faster than that of humans. I only need three days to launch a more lethal attack on that damned line!

I only need three days!”

“You’ve wasted eight sets of three days already.”

On the tiger-skin army bed opposite Field Marshall Hass, the somewhat weak Old Manson, controlling a body not his own, said coldly:

“When you set out, you confidently told me you’d break the Nord line before Grand Marshal Huggesen; you disdainfully said those Northerners were no match, but what was the result?

Huggesen, under such immense disadvantage, took Shadow Valley, earning him, as God’s Chosen, prestigious repute among every wolf person, while you were stuck here, unable to make any progress against the Nords.

Yes! I know; opposite is the Nords’ elite Winter Wolf Army, but is this why you fought such a bad fight? You have the most Hunting Priests; I entrusted you with the elite of the Bloodscar Clan. The Nord numbers opposite don’t outnumber your soldiers; they also lack sufficient artillery.

But attacking such a position, far less fortified than the Blackflame Mountain Pass, you took more than twenty days and still failed.

You’ve disgraced the Bloodscar Clan!

Now take your soldiers and retreat at least thirty kilometers. I will personally handle the mess you’ve left.”