Arknights is too real, right?

Once upon a time, Xia Feng had been worried about one thing. Even if the empire's throne changed, and even if Weilin ordered the killing of all infected people in the territory, he would still be worried.

No matter what, resistance means sacrifice.

Of course he is not afraid of death, and he believes that his companions who have followed him are not afraid either, but he cannot afford the millions of infected people in Victoria.

Yes, he was afraid of becoming the eternal sinner who would lead everyone to death. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder whether Tallulah had the same original intention as him before she founded the Integration Movement.

However, reality did not give him time to think.

His inaction, or ambiguous actions, are only mitigating the "slow death" of the infected.

Finally, when death happened within his reach, he realized it.

There are some things that he may have to endure because this is his mission.

If he had integrated the infected from the beginning and had everyone gather in Sundi City, Aguang might not have returned to Happy City at that point in time.

If he had targeted Tracys from the beginning and used the bizarre defeat of Kazdaele's army to force Medes to withdraw his defenses, maybe Mesa would not have died.

But there are no ifs in life, and there are no possibilities in destiny. Time cannot be restarted.

Of course, it is not too late to make up his mind about some things, provided he is fully aware of all the consequences.

Xia Feng has now completely figured out that the empire has been preemptive from the beginning and has not been merciful in its decision to kill the infected.

In this case, he will accompany this confident empire to play big games.

The game that belongs to him and is so real that it is outrageous has only really begun now.

Red sand plain.

When Commander-in-Chief of the Central Army, Witte, heard the number of the infected army, he was shocked.

His eyes widened, and he even suspected that the scout's information had an extra zero.

"Again, how many people?"

The messenger's face turned pale.

"The team can't see the end at a glance. A rough estimate is that it is at least more than 2 million or more."

A drop of cold sweat ran across Witte's cheek, and the entire command center fell into silence.

The dead silence lasted for about 5 seconds before Werther yelled.

"Give me the map of the Western Mountains!"

"yes."

In the tent of the temporary headquarters, the officers immediately scrambled to find a detailed map of the southern and western mountains.

After quickly checking the information with the scout, Witte's eyes flickered and his brain was working rapidly.

Since Xia Feng has 2 million infected troops in his hands, even if the equipment is simple, this force can exert quite terrifying power.

Now the Southern Allied Forces are fighting hard in the Red Sand Plain. The situation between the two sides is stalemate and there are heavy casualties. Judging from the distance, if support comes from the east, it will definitely arrive before the Northern Military District.

But why did the other party want to go north from the western mountains?

Could it be that the leader of the infected named Xia Feng wanted to take this opportunity to capture all the cities in the south that lacked military strength? Completely cut off the Central Army's supply line on the west side?

At this moment, Werther looked up and an important city appeared in front of him.

【Kanaan City】

Thinking of the information that Canan City was captured by mysterious special forces yesterday, an ominous premonition emerged in Witte's mind.

His eyes were fixed on Kanan City on the map, and his perspective moved up again, to the north.

Werther's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if it was covered by a dark cloud.

If he guessed correctly, Xia Feng had no intention of recapturing the previously lost southern city.

His real purpose is to lead an army of more than 2 million infected people to sweep across the entire north!

Forcibly controlling himself to calm down, Werther stared at the map with a cold sweat on his face.

Judging from the location of the infected army found in the intelligence, the opponent should have just set off from the city of Sandy. It would take more than a week at the fastest for a march of 2 million people to cross half of Victoria.

If the imperial military headquarters mobilizes the Northern Military Region quickly enough, the advance team of the Northern Military Region should already be on its way to the junction of the north and the south by this time.

Should be able to catch up.

The complete strength of the Northern Military Region is 400,000, and the soldiers have extremely high military literacy, complete arms types, and well-equipped equipment. They are a trustworthy fraternal army.

At the same time, the empire's mobilization order for reserves has been issued long ago. There should be at least more than 300,000 reserves gathered around Londinium.

In addition, the police force drawn from various northern cities by the Office of Supervision, as well as the Royal Knights stationed in Londinium all year round.

At this time, the maximum total number of troops that can be defended in the north should be around 800,000.

Werther's fists were clenched tightly, and under his blond hair, his entire face was livid.

Can 800,000 regular troops withstand an army of 2 million infected people?

If these 2 million people were ordinary people gathered temporarily, then he was sure that they could easily resist it.

However, these 2 million people are infected with extremely high upper and lower limits. In a desperate situation, everyone is an unstable factor.

Faced with this "black wave" that has no previous lessons, to be honest, he is not sure.

Since there is uncertainty, as a member of the royal family and the commander-in-chief of the Empire's Central Army, Witte cannot let this uncertainty continue. Otherwise, even if the war on the red sand plain in front of him is won, it will be meaningless.

After careful consideration, Werther finally issued the order.

"Pass my order to the entire army to shrink its front. The 7th, 8th, and 9th Divisions will hold on to the defensive line, and the remaining legions will gradually withdraw to the north."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the entire command staff changed drastically.

"General, the fighting is fierce now, how can we withdraw?"

"If we retreat now, our losses will be immeasurable, General!"

The officers in the command room are very aware that this is military common sense that even ordinary soldiers know.

In a fierce battle across the entire front of this scale, the retreating side is almost equivalent to giving up its butt to the enemy, and the division responsible for the rear is committing suicide.

Despite the objections of his subordinates, Witte finally issued the highest order to retreat as commander-in-chief.

The south can give up, but the north cannot afford to miss a beat.

On the main battlefield of the Red Sand Plain, for some unknown reason, the powerful Central Army suddenly stopped charging.

The military orders came like a mountain, and all the red-eyed soldiers bit their lips and began to turn around in unwillingness. They were ordered to stabilize the front, and the entire division at the rear of the army was in ashes.

The sudden move of the Central Army was immediately seen through by General Aumen.

This is no longer a mysterious tactic. It has such an obvious intention. If the Central Army had not planned to retreat as a whole, General Aumen would have dared to twist off his own head and play it as a ball.

"The whole army obeys the order, don't give the opponent a chance to retreat, press it over, press it across the board!"

General Aumont would not let go of this opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the Central Army no matter what.

The military order was quickly conveyed, and the soldiers who fought bloody battles on the main battlefield did not hesitate at all. The whole army roared and rushed towards the Central Army's defensive front.