amaotonovel Chapter 1363 It definitely can't be held.
Chapter 1363 It definitely can't be held.
"Mr. Axe Bull, your skill is divine! The prince's mecha... it truly is a divine weapon descending from the heavens!"
Seeing Han Da's surprised expression, Axe Bull laughed heartily and pointed to the energy weapon on the ground: "Marshal, you flatter me. It's my duty. Besides, this is all thanks to His Highness's brilliant planning!"
After hearing what Axe Ox said, Han Da nodded in agreement.
Han Da didn't respond, so Axe Bull continued, "These captured energy weapons aren't only usable by mechs. Preliminary analysis shows that our strong ordinary soldiers can also operate them after training. They are incredibly powerful, but the recoil is far greater than that of ordinary firearms, making them difficult to handle unless one is extremely physically strong."
Upon hearing this, Han Da's eyes lit up, and his previous shock was instantly replaced by immense joy.
He nodded excitedly, stepped forward, and patted the cold arm armor of the Axe Bull mech: "Great! Captain Axe Bull, you not only eliminated the ambush threat, but also brought back such important spoils of war! I... no, I, Han Da, on behalf of all the soldiers, thank you!"
As he spoke, Han Da became somewhat excited, even incredulous, and said, "Mr. Axe Ox, are these things really going to be given to us?"
Axe Bull smiled and nodded: "Marshal, of course. These things are for you! You've seen that the mechs' equipment is specific, but although these are for robots, you guys can use them too!"
"I asked Mr. Lingxu..."
After hearing what Axe Ox said, Han Da was somewhat surprised: "Mr. Axe Ox? Mr. Lingxu, who are you?"
Axe-Bull paused for a moment, then said, "It's just..."
Axe Ox pondered for a moment: "That's not important! Unless otherwise instructed, we will continue to remain hidden and await orders."
Seeing this, Han Da, being quite clever, knew very well what he should ask and what he shouldn't.
He only asks the questions he should ask, and absolutely avoids asking the ones he shouldn't...
Han Da nodded and said to Axe Bull, "Thank you, Captain Axe Bull... You've gone to a lot of trouble!"
Axe Ox smiled and said to Han Da, "It's my duty!"
After speaking, he and the other mech warriors disappeared into the shadows, vanishing from the advancing coalition ranks and returning to the darkness.
Han Da took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and turned his gaze intently to the ten menacing energy weapons on the ground.
He immediately summoned his personal guards: "Go! Quickly select ten of the most robust and strongest men from each army! The very best!"
Soon, ten muscular men, as tall as iron towers, were brought before Han Da.
They stared at the strange weapon they had never seen before on the ground, their eyes filled with curiosity and awe.
Han Da pointed at the energy weapons and said in a deep voice, "These are the divine weapons used by the enemy we just eliminated! They are so powerful that they can pierce through steel! Now, they are yours!"
His sharp gaze swept over everyone, all of whom he recognized very well.
He recruited them all, and because of his imposing physique, he left an even deeper impression on them!
"But remember, this is no ordinary object; its recoil is astonishing, and only a robust body like yours can handle it. You must practice diligently and master it as soon as possible!"
"More importantly! These weapons are extremely valuable! You must ensure that as long as we live, our weapons will remain! We can die for our weapons! Even if it means fighting to the last man, you must guarantee that these weapons do not fall back into enemy hands, and even more importantly, that they are not taken back and used by the enemy! Do you understand?!"
Upon hearing this, the ten warriors straightened their chests and roared in unison, their voices deafening: "Yes, Marshal! We live as long as our weapons are here! We die if our weapons are destroyed! We swear to protect our divine weapon to the death and never let the enemy lay a finger on it!"
Looking at these ten warriors who resembled humanoid weapons and the burning fighting spirit in their eyes!
Handa nodded in satisfaction, a broad smile spreading across his face, the most joyful he had shown since the victory at Don Fortress: "Good! Well done! I look forward to you using these divine weapons to give the Tsar and his iron hordes an even bigger 'surprise' in the future! Back to your units, get familiar with your weapons!"
Then, Han Da said, "During your rest time, someone will come to teach you!"
After hearing Han Da's words, the group nodded in agreement and then said, "All troops! Continue the advance!"
With a wave of his hand, Han Da unleashed another rousing bugle call.
The massive allied forces, high in morale, pressed on with the momentum of victory, resolutely advancing towards Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, towards the Tsar's last stronghold.
In the shadows, fifty cold mechs, like the most loyal guards, silently followed.
Han Da really felt incredibly safe...
At this moment, Shahar was completely unaware that death was approaching him step by step.
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Meanwhile, in the Slavic royal palace on the other side, a scene of singing and dancing unfolded...
A whole day has passed, and there has been no news.
Shahar knew very well that no news was good news...
Shahar was overjoyed.
"It'll be soon...it'll be soon..."
Shahar's lips curled into a twisted smile; he was already imagining all sorts of scenarios in his mind.
On the precipice of Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, the ten elite "divine messengers" were like lurking death gods. Han Da's damned command vehicle finally appeared in the scope, completely unprepared!
The next moment, ten destructive blue lights erupted instantly! The command vehicle was reduced to burning metal slag in the blinding explosion, along with the arrogant East Asian Marshal, all vanished into thin air!
Immediately following, the East Asian Allied Forces, stripped of their command center, were torn apart by energy beams and annihilated by ambushes in the chaos, utterly routed! The Tsar's banner will once again fly over the corpses of the defeated! How will the mysterious lord reward himself for this generous gift?
What a sight Xiao Ce's face must have been in despair!
"Hahahaha!" Shahar grew increasingly delighted, almost bursting into laughter. After taking a few sips of the wine in his hand, he watched the song and dance performance before him...
He seemed to already hear the news of Han Da's execution and see the envoy kneeling before the palace, holding the captured East Asian commander's seal.
However, very soon... a sudden voice shattered his beautiful dream, this fantasy...
A messenger practically tumbled into the hall, his face deathly pale, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Your Majesty! Urgent...urgent report!"
Shahar's reverie was interrupted, and he frowned in displeasure!
Although the messenger's eyes were filled with despair.
But a glimmer of expectation still lingered in Shahar's eyes: "Hmm? Is it good news from Eagle's Sorrow Gorge? Where's Handa's head?"
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the messenger with a sinister glint, as if warning him that he'd better deliver good news...
"No...no!"
When the messenger saw Shahar's eyes, he almost buried his head in the cold marble floor!
"It's...it's the scouts ahead...Han Da...Han Da's vanguard...has...has safely passed through Eagle's Sorrow Gorge! Their main force...the main force is rushing towards our capital at full speed! They're...less than a hundred li from the capital!"
"what?!"
Shahar sprang up from his throne, his smile freezing and shattering instantly, replaced by utter astonishment and unbelievable horror.
He swayed, almost losing his balance. "You...you made it through? You're safe and sound?!"
"impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
He seemed unable to comprehend the meaning of those words, his voice suddenly rising to a shrill, piercing tone: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Where are my ten divine messengers?! What are they doing?! They should be tearing Handa to shreds in the canyon! Sending the East Asians to hell!"
He waved his arms wildly, his eyes scanning the empty hall like a wounded beast, as if searching for the victor who should have been there.
The messenger was terrified, his voice trembling with sobs: "Your Majesty... the Divine Messenger... the Divine Messenger... has vanished without a trace! Our men... found only... some strange explosion marks and... charred metal fragments in the canyon... but... but they couldn't identify what they were at all... and... they couldn't find any remains of the Divine Messenger! They... they just... just vanished into thin air!"
"Disappeared?! Ten divine messengers! A full ten! Just vanished without a trace?!"
Shahar's roar echoed in the empty hall, filled with the fury of being fooled and the deep-seated fear in his bones.
"Listen to yourself! Do you really think that's possible?"
Faced with the somewhat hysterical Shahar, the messenger instinctively lowered his head even further...
He turned his head sharply, his fierce gaze fixed on the silent legion of robots standing to the side, as solid as steel sculptures!
That was his greatest reliance and only remaining source of confidence at that moment.
"you!"
Shahar pointed at one of the robots, his voice hoarse with extreme emotion: "Tell me! What happened in Eagle's Sorrow Gorge?! Where are your companions?! Why can't we contact them?! Answer me!"
The robot whose name was called spoke in a cold, synthesized electronic voice without any emotion: "Reporting to His Majesty Shahar. Beyond the preset communication range. Target unit signal lost. Unable to obtain its status information and combat log. Recommendation: Reassess the battlefield situation."
"Trash! They're all trash!"
Shahar seemed to have his last shred of hope utterly shattered by this cold, meaningless answer.
This made him somewhat rude, and he began to speak disrespectfully to those who outwardly respected the divine messenger...
However, these robots didn't respond to him at all...
He staggered back a step and slumped heavily back onto the cold throne. His enormous mink cloak could not conceal his dejection and the overwhelming panic that surged within him.
Ten powerful divine messengers, capable of altering the course of the battle, vanished without a trace of effective resistance from their perfectly planned ambush point.
Meanwhile, Han Da's army, completely unscathed, swaggered through Death Valley, their advance aimed directly at his last stronghold!
An unprecedented chill instantly engulfed Shahar.
He knew these robots; unless they were all wiped out, they wouldn't just stand by and fight back...
So, if what they say is true, then there's only one possibility...
He didn't even dare to think about it anymore...
His previously inflated, distorted confidence, built on the number of eighty robots, deflated rapidly like a punctured balloon.
The mysterious power possessed by the East Asian Allied Forces was far more terrifying than he had imagined!
This silent and insidious method of destroying his strongest weapon filled him with a genuine and incomprehensible despair.
The council chamber was deathly silent. The ministers and generals were trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe, staring in terror at the Tsar on the throne, who seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
Shahar's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the red arrow on the sand table that was rapidly approaching the capital. His nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware of it.
After a few seconds of deathly silence, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with the madness of a trapped beast and the final, desperate struggle, and roared in a hoarse voice:
"Issue the order! Abandon all illusions! Gather all forces! Rely on the capital's fortifications and defend with all your might! Every inch of land must be filled with blood! Let those East Asians know that taking my capital is not so easy! Now!!"
By this time, all the people who were singing and dancing had left.
The entire council chamber was once again gripped by an indescribable pressure that they were unwilling to experience.
Shahar's final roar in the council chamber was like the howl of a dying beast, temporarily tearing open a crack in the pervasive despair.
The generals, as if waking from a dream, suppressed their inner terror and accepted the orders one after another.
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
Several key generals mustered their strength and began issuing a series of urgent orders. Messengers rushed out, and the entire palace and even the capital city were instantly filled with piercing alarms and hurried footsteps.
Shahar sat listlessly on his throne, his eyes vacant as he stared at the red arrow on the sand table that was drawing ever closer, representing the East Asian coalition.
The chill from the silent annihilation of the ten divine messengers had not yet dissipated, but a deeper fear gave rise to a ruthless and desperate resolve.
“Gather all forces…” Shahar’s voice was low and hoarse, as if he were chewing on each word!
"There are currently 400,000 regular troops in the city... plus temporarily recruited militia... but that's not enough. It's not enough to hold back Han Da and Xiao Ce, those devils!"
He abruptly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over the few remaining trusted generals and the Minister of the Interior: "Issue the decree! Leave 100,000 elite troops, supplemented by all the militia, to defend the capital to the death! Rely on the fortresses, every street, every house! Nail them to the ground like nails! For every step Han Da takes forward, he will pay the price of rivers of blood!"
An elderly cabinet minister spoke tremblingly: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty, what about the remaining 300,000 troops..."
"Withdraw!" Shahar said decisively, a glint of cunning and a last shred of rationality flashing in his eyes!
"Given the current situation, they may have already found a way to counter our divine envoy in secret! It's only a matter of time before we can't hold this position."