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"Your Majesty, we have stopped the attack as ordered by you, but the enemy still shows no signs of regaining the position."

"They were very conservative and played cautiously."

In the base camp where Qin Ze was located, the communications soldier who had returned from the front line said so.

"They are very conservative, which is not like their usual style. It seems that these Golts have learned their lesson after losing one match after another. But it doesn't matter now." Qin Ze said expressionlessly:

"Let the front line make good use of this last hour of rest time to replenish ammunition and rotate the reserve troops in. Remember, you must make a big fuss and show your strength."

"Once six o'clock arrives, regardless of casualties, launch an all-out attack and put them under the greatest pressure!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The communications soldier agreed and immediately left.

Qin Ze narrowed his eyes and looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky. He knew that the next attack would determine whether the pass could be occupied today, and the key to victory or defeat lay in the surprise attack force that was still on standby.

-

The time came to five forty in the morning.

At the Yaguchi headquarters, Dylan received messages from multiple fronts in succession, and these messages all had similarities.

"Sir, according to observations, the enemy's main force on the main road is being deployed to the north and south wings, and behind them, there are a large number of enemy troops holding torches marching on the mountain road. They should be the enemy's reserve forces!"

After hearing this message, Dylan's pupils shrank unconsciously and his palms clenched into fists. Several of his subordinates beside him looked solemn and the atmosphere became extremely cold.

Through this information, everyone understood that the enemy was planning a strong attack, and with such a large-scale deployment of troops, there was no doubt that the battle that was to take place next would be a decisive battle of unprecedented intensity.

"They are mobilizing all their forces. I thought... they were going to stop firing..." the deputy said with a stiff expression.

Dylan seemed to be relieved and said, "It will come sooner or later, eventually."

“No matter how fierce their next attack is, we must defend our position. Even if all of us die, we must die on this position.”

"Before that, let's take them with us to be buried together."

"Pass the order, have all the troops prepare for battle, fight to the death, and never retreat even a single step!"

"Yes, sir!" The signalman replied with a heavy face, and then rushed to their respective fronts.

The order was quickly given to every unit. The commander of the southern garrison, Pact, waved his hand and shouted, "Load the bullets and prepare the shells. Don't be stingy. Kill as many as come!"

At the front of the pass, Kyle’s troops said, “I don’t know what you guys are thinking, but I’m getting impatient. If these damn guys come charging at me, just fire all the shells at them!”

"I can't wait to see their corpses!" Kyle roared.

Similarly, on the northern battlefield where the most positions were lost and the fighting was the most intense, Commander Lieutenant General Mark was taking advantage of this short break to replenish his strength. When he received the order, he was eating biscuits with cold water. After hearing the order, he stuffed the unfinished half of the biscuit back into his jacket pocket, sprayed the food residue and shouted at the position:

"Breakfast time is over, the enemy is about to attack us!"

"Boys! Now it depends on whether your aim is accurate or not. This is very important!"

"Do you know why?"

As soon as the words fell, a soldier squatting under the bunker in front of him swallowed the food in his mouth whole and shouted excitedly: "Because we want to kill as many enemies as possible! To defend our territory, to defend our country, for our glory!"

Mark stood up, looked at him and laughed, "You're right in some ways, but you didn't get to the point."

"Sir, what is the most important thing?" another soldier shouted not far away.

Mark patted his belly and laughed: "The most important thing is whether we can have a hot lunch. Tell me, is this important or not?!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Loud laughter gradually rang out from the battlefield, and the soldiers shouted in unison:

"important!"

"I want fried sausages!"

"Pork chop stew! Apple pie!"

Hearing the soldiers' shouts, Mark grinned, "Great! We'll have everything!"

"But before that, guys, guard our position well and don't let those damn Yan people take a step in!"

"After we finish this battle, I'll take you to a celebration party! Just tell me what you want to eat, and there'll be endless Puqu wine! Hahahaha!"

"Yes! Sir!" The soldiers shouted excitedly. Although they were very tired, many of them had smiles on their faces.

Mark looked at the soldiers, then slowly squatted down and leaned against the cold rock, but the smile gradually disappeared from his face.

He took out the remaining half of the biscuit from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, but he no longer gobbled it up like before. Instead, he chewed it bit by bit.

It was unknown how long it took before he swallowed the food in his mouth, but he stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, where there was still some residue.

Savoring the sweet taste of peach crisps lingering in his mouth, Mark sighed dejectedly.

“It’s delicious...”

But then, after muttering this to himself, he raised his head to look up at the night sky, and laughed foolishly amid the falling snowflakes.

-

Six o'clock sharp.

"Attack! Attack!!!"

Roars rang out from all directions at the same time. The Yan Army troops on the north and south wings and the front launched the offensive at the same time without reservation.

The shiny and sleek shells melted the falling snow and landed on the already riddled mountains in the still howling bitter cold wind.

Boom boom boom!

In the blazing flames of the explosion, the already charred ground was turned over again, and thick black smoke mixed with white smoke spread across the battlefield. In the smoke, snowflakes melted and turned into continuous drizzle that fell on the defense lines of the Goltish army's north and south wings.

The Gothic soldiers, drenched by rain, had mud all over their faces and roared as they fired shells and bullets. The Yan soldiers advanced quickly and sent their infantry forward soon after the battle began.

On the main road in front of the pass, rows of cavalry columns were rushing towards the pass. The distance was too far and the drop was too great, so the Yan Army's artillery shells could not reach the pass, so they launched a direct attack. Behind them, infantry columns were also rushing forward.

In response, a large number of shells were fired from the pass. Kyle stood in front of the artillery and roared:

"Destroy them! Destroy them!!!"

For a while, the fighting on all three battlefields was fierce, and the intensity was even beyond any previous battle.

As the fighting became more intense, soldiers from both sides were killed in large numbers, and the Yan army undoubtedly suffered more casualties.

Fiery red flame clouds appeared everywhere, the incessant bombardment sounded like rumbling thunder, the falling snow and rain appeared almost simultaneously, and the dawn that should have appeared turned out to be like a reversed sunset.

When the battle was fierce, dozens of brilliant fireworks were fired in succession from the high ground controlled by the Yan army. That was at half past six.

In this fierce battle, not many people paid attention to this little episode.

At the Yakou headquarters, Dylan was already exhausted by the urgent messages one after another. The enemy had not launched an attack from the front before, but in this attack, as he expected, the enemy had deployed a large number of troops, but he could still cope with it for now.

However, the situation on the northern battlefield was a little tense. The enemy had previously occupied many areas, and this time, they were advancing even more aggressively. In just half an hour, many strongholds had fallen.

Under such circumstances, Dylan knew that he had to strengthen the defense of the northern front. He immediately ordered the front-line troops to transfer another 3,000 troops to the north for reinforcement.

While the messenger was going forward with the order, in a valley behind the pass, the Yan Army's surprise attack force, which had been waiting for a long time, was secretly dispersed in the mountains and forests. But even though they were scattered, each team was heading towards the Goel Army's base camp.