LOL: I am a bad prince in Demacia.

It's light and dark.

With the withdrawal last night, Demir led the army with little rest and retreated all the way east.

Although it successfully merged with the 50,000 troops who came for follow-up support.

But thinking of the terrifying firepower of the Imperial Army, Demir couldn't help but feel a little more worried.

The problem now is that Noxus seems to have no way to deal with this level of firepower.

"Has the news about Nashat come back?"

He got off his horse and asked the adjutant.

It has been a day since Nashat led his army to set off. According to the time, they should have sent information at this time.

The only thing he can count on now is Nashat.

If he successfully raided another German army, quickly retreated, and attacked from both sides, he would have a chance to suppress the Imperial Prince's Army.

As he finished speaking, he saw a blue-winged bird flying quickly from the horizon, and then landed on someone's shoulder.

There was a message tied to its leg, obviously from Nashat.

Without thinking too much, Demir stepped forward, took down the letter, then opened his eyes and put it on.

Just when he saw the first line of words, his whole body felt like a huge blow, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

When the surrounding adjutants saw this, they all had a bad premonition.

"The German army set up an ambush in advance and our army suffered heavy losses. Lord Nashat died."

Demir read this sentence in a daze, his mind filled with thoughts of impossibility.

how could be?

How could the German army set up an ambush in advance?

How did they know?

Nashat is also dead. He has followed me for many years and won so many battles with me. Why did he die so suddenly today?

He continued to look down.

"Our army lost more than 70,000 people in the battle."

This number looked extremely dazzling. Seventy thousand people died in less than half a day.

Demir's hand unconsciously tightened and he continued to look down.

"I suspect that Demacia has a method of summoning people in a very short time."

Demir read this sentence again and felt cold in his heart.

This is the only possibility.

He has fought so many battles over the years and has almost never made a mistake in judgment.

It was the same this time. According to his judgment, Nashat led his army just in time to meet another German army. If the other party did not get the news in advance to set up an ambush, then Nashat's winning rate would be extremely high.

Even though these German soldiers held heavy gunpowder weapons.

Demir finally realized that he had made a miscalculation. Demacia's preparations for attacking Noxus were far more complete than he imagined.

If Demacia really had this method of rapid communication, then it would be almost impossible for Noxus to win against Demacia due to the information gap.

Although it has not been confirmed, Demir knows that they cannot afford to gamble.

This battle resulted in a direct loss of 70,000 troops, while Demacia had almost zero casualties. This huge gap in battle loss ratio was extremely terrifying in history.

"Send a message to the Immortal Fortress and report all the information we have learned. This matter is of vital importance and there must be no mistakes!"

Demir handed the letter to the adjutant, his clenched fists slowly unclenched, his eyes full of unwillingness.

He actually couldn't think of a way to deal with Demacia's offensive.

At the same time, he also knew that because of his wrong judgment, the Immortal Fortress might impose punishment.

"General, where are these people?"

An adjutant came forward and asked Demir.

Those who were redeemed were still in the procession, numbering tens of thousands.

The Immortal Fortress means to use them as cannon fodder, and now these people can only take orders from Demir.

From a distance, Demir glanced at the faces one by one and sighed: "Let them go eastward, away from the war-torn areas."

This order is tantamount to letting these people go.

These people are originally the people of Noxus, and they naturally have the right to escape in times of war.

Even if Demir could force them to serve as cannon fodder, they could deceive as many shells from the Imperial Army as possible.

But what is the use?

Seeing the power of artillery with his own eyes, Demir knew that this was just to improve Demacia's record.

The real war has to be left to them, the fighters.

But Demir was still worried about how to deal with Demacia next.

"We cannot confront them head-on. We can only retreat all the way, delaying as much time as possible, waiting for news from the Immortal Fortress."

Demir sighed again and gave the order.

Now with the firepower of the Imperial Army, a head-on confrontation is tantamount to asking for trouble.

Five days later.

Immortal Fortress.

The urgent message from the border was sent straight into the conference hall.

On the throne, Darkwill listened with a gloomy expression as the newspaper officer slowly read out the contents of the letter.

The surrounding ministers also frowned and looked serious when they heard this.

Judging from this urgent letter, the situation on the western border is much more serious than they imagined.

"We underestimated Demacia! If they dare to come, they are obviously well prepared!"

"No wonder they dare to trade prisoners of war as soon as the war starts. They have gunpowder in hand and are not afraid of how much cannon fodder they have."

"And the prisoners they traded were all old, weak, sick, disabled, women, and children."

"Demir was sloppy now and lost 70,000 troops overnight."

"How should we deal with this matter?"

After listening, the ministers kept talking loudly. They thought it was good news, but they didn't expect it to be bad news.

Demir was beaten so embarrassingly in his first battle.

However, after listening to the content of the letter, they knew that Demir was probably not to blame.

He can indeed be more steady, but no matter how steady he is, he will still face Demacia's heavy gunpowder.

It can be said that the combat power of both sides at this moment is not on the same level.

While they were still shooting with bows, crossbows, and catapults, the opponent was already firing with artillery fire, and the power of any cannonball could crush the catapult.

More importantly, judging from the information in the letter, the number of artillery pieces Demacia prepared this time is hard to estimate.

Not to mention, they also have another kind of weapon, firearms.

Darkwill asked in a deep voice: "Where is our gunpowder? How far has it been developed?"

A minister stood up and said: "It is still in the testing stage, and there are still many unstable factors. It is indeed more powerful, but it is extremely easy to damage, and the range is not far enough, and there is a risk of exploding the barrel."

As a country that relies on invasion for its livelihood, Noxus naturally learned about gunpowder as a weapon early on.

It's just that the technology he snatched was not mature enough after all, and Darkwill was very ambitious and wanted to develop more powerful and longer-range gunpowder weapons.

In fact, in the recent stage, when he sent an army to invade Ionia, he had begun to use an artillery technology stolen from Bilgewater.