CHAPTER 306: CHAPTER 209: THE OPPORTUNITY WAS GIVEN TO YOU

Looking into Shank’s bloodthirsty eyes, Roland felt like a small animal being watched by a fierce beast, his heart momentarily stopped.

Clearly, the Old Commander was about to fight desperately.

The safest choice would certainly be to frown and retreat behind Master Anthony, letting a Tier Seven battle another Tier Seven.

But Roland chose to face the challenge head-on without hesitation.

If he couldn’t even face a weakened Tier Seven, affected by the debuff of drunkenness, with a sword in his butt and compromised condition, there’d be no point in continuing.

He raised his Giant Shield again, meeting Shank’s gaze without flinching.

The rain had stopped.

From the foot of the mountain came the constant clash of weapons, mingled with the sounds of gunfire and screams, fires breaking out everywhere, the battlefield resembling Hell.

As Roland fired the signal flare, Christine launched an attack from the front.

Despite being outnumbered, the New Army had absolute superiority in morale, organization, and firepower.

All the Kingdom Army’s artillery was concentrated on Helen Mountain, rendered unusable by corrosive agents, causing them to lose the advantage once gained through foreign aid and be without artillery support.

At four o’clock in the morning, the Helentz Region became a nightmare for the Oden people.

Sven the Seventh awoke in a daze from his sleep, staring blankly at the flames rising all around, completely confused about the situation.

When he realized it was the Hansa New Army attacking, he furiously yelled at the adjutant.

"What are you waiting for? Fire the Helen Mountain Battery! Immediately!"

"Your Majesty, we can’t do it; Helen Mountain..."

"What’s wrong with Helen Mountain? The Old Commander is there; who can threaten Helen Mountain?"

The adjutant lowered his head, his voice trembling, "Something’s happened at Helen Mountain. We can only see warning signals."

"What about the Old Commander?" Sven the Seventh’s voice began to tremble; this time, he was genuinely panicked.

"No news." The adjoint’s voice was filled with despair.

Sven the Seventh grabbed the adjutant by the collar, his mind blank.

Just as his eyes glazed over with incomprehension, the sound of cannons boomed.

"You’re giving false reports! Our cannons are still firing, these are our cannons!"

The adjutant mumbled, afraid to speak.

Judging by the cannon fire, it should be a light cannon, with shells weighing about 6 or 4 pounds.

The Kingdom Army did not have these light cannons in their arsenal.

Their artillery was imported large-caliber cannons from countries like Jin Yuan.

The adjutant knew the truth, but he dared not say anything. The King’s mood was terrible; right now, he only wanted to hear what’s pleasing to him, not the facts.

Just as the adjutant was at a loss for words, Sven the Seventh released his grip on the adjutant’s collar and let out a harsh laugh.

"Pass on my command, let General Rune handle the frontline command; I’m returning to Oro Town to gather forces to support him."

The adjoint was momentarily speechless.

Tonight’s battle was extremely chaotic, but the enemy’s numbers might not be extensive. As long as they hold the King’s banner until dawn, they might not lose.

Sven the Seventh leaving now was equivalent to abandoning any hope of victory.

He opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a word.

It was evident that His Majesty Sven, usually so proud, was now scared out of his wits.

Expecting a coward to act bravely was unrealistic.

The adjutant retreated three steps and said in a deep voice, "Take care, Your Majesty. I’ll pass on the orders immediately."

Seeing the contempt in his longtime adjoint’s eyes, the blood within Sven the Seventh boiled instantly, almost driven by the scarce courage left within him to call the adjutant back.

But he resisted.

He was the King; he could not let himself be in danger.

He hastily donned his armor, loudly calling for the Imperial Guard to protect him as they broke through.

As Sven the Seventh lost his courage and prepared to flee, Christine was observing the battlefield from the vantage of a hot air balloon.

Her eyes were like the Arctic Glacier, cold without a hint of emotion.

The battlefield had become a chessboard once again, but the player opposite had changed.

Her gaze shifted to Helen Mountain, where she saw Roland, Sif, and Lisa engaged in a fierce battle with Shank, feeling a bit nervous.

But she quickly found Anthony watching through a telescope, instantly feeling reassured.

Since Master Anthony was present, Shank was certainly doomed.

He was merely using the opportunity to train Roland and the others in real combat skills.

This opportunity to face Tier Seven power without significant risk was extremely rare.

Though Shank was at a disadvantage, he had the Giant bloodline, with explosive power, and if something went wrong, there was still a risk of casualties. The intensity of this battle was high.

But under Anthony’s protection, the risks were manageable.

A flash of envy crossed Christine’s eyes fleetingly.

After pausing for a second, she shifted her focus back to the main battlefield.

Seventy to eighty thousand Kingdom Army troops were in complete chaos.

But the chaos was temporary; by dawn, they could reorganize and even launch a counterattack.

After all, there was a huge disparity in numbers between the two sides.

The New Army participating tonight was only about twenty-five thousand, and a significant portion of the infantry was exhausted from a long march.

Only the Temple Warriors, Light Cavalry, and the Empress’ Personal Guard maintained a complete combat force.

And the window to break through the enemy lines only had the last two or three hours left.

Christine, like a cold-blooded surgeon, continuously sought opportunities to strike, using signalmen to convey orders through flag signals to the battlefield.

The hot air balloon patrolled the battlefield, observing enemy weaknesses and then issuing orders through flag signals.

This was the most advanced command method.

The only drawback was that the hot air balloon was difficult to control, and if caught in strong winds, it could fly erratically.

Christine thought to herself, how wonderful it would be to have the wings of free flight.

Overlooking the earth gave her a sense of controlled composure.