Could Amelia truly hold Zi Mou back? This had always been a pseudo-proposition. In their multiple confrontations, although Zi Mou had been restrained, it was only relatively speaking. They had to consider the average quality level of students from all generations of the Wind Thunder Military Academy. In this era of war, where old hands were replaced with new blood, many factors could be attributed to the war itself.

An hour later, the area around the 491 to 493 coordinates was filled with soldiers of the Red Army, who were lurking in the bushes. The soldiers had suppressed their breathing to the limit. At Amelia's command, they would instantly transform into sharp swords aimed at the enemy's throat.

At this point, the Blue Army representing the Solar System and the Yellow Army from the Centaurus Constellation were both waiting for developments. Although their lack of strong command was a weakness of the two military schools, it hadn't reached an irretrievable level. Instead, they were mildly inferior in strategic significance. As long as they exited the battle circle and dragged on until the end, they could achieve true superiority in numbers.

The advancing main infantry force of the White Army was met with intense sniper fire from the Red Army on the Markov Plain. That was the 491 outpost. Their high-spirited advance finally slowed down. As they approached the outpost, they found the enemy troops increasing both in number and strength.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...

The soldiers' voices were drowned out by the rhythmic gunfire of automatic rifles. They soon realized they were surrounded. As soldiers continued to fall, the continuous influx of soldiers from the Red Army overwhelmed the White Army. The main force, consisting of a thousand soldiers, saw half of its soldiers fall within an hour. Even though Yingland held no geographical advantage, their vast numbers already compensated for this deficiency.

In fact, this was Amelia's strategic plan to lure the enemy deep into their territory. In the intelligence war, both sides were evenly matched. In order to defeat the main force of the White Army, it was necessary to predict the enemy commander's thinking from comprehensive conditions. Luring the enemy deep into their territory by feigning weakness was one of Amelia's specialties.

"Damn it, how come there are more and more enemy soldiers?"

"You ask me, I ask who? Just fight!"

"Shit, there are too many."

It was indeed the Royal Military Academy of Yingland. The fighting skills displayed by the Red Army, worthy of top military academy status, were enough to make any regular army fearful. Their first shots were highly accurate.

Now, the rain of bullets from the Red Army completely enveloped the main force of the White Army. The remaining two forces of the White Army were continuously wary of flanking attacks from Golden Sword and St. Calina. Although the total score of the White Army kept rising, so did their losses. If they continued resisting, this force wouldn't last until sunset.

Zi Mou received the driver's feedback on the intelligence quite late. It took Feng Yi a long time to identify a target for the Red Army. When she learned of the intelligence, Zi Mou's first command was an immediate retreat. Apparently, Amelia had already deployed all her troops to the Markov Plain.

The casualties ratio between the Red and White armies reach an unprecedented 1 to 2.1. With the passage of time, this trend would only increase. However, Zi Mou's calm face didn't show any anxiousness. The reason was simple: the escalating combat value of the White Army was steadily rising... As long as this rate was maintained for a few hours, all she needed was time.

While both sides were fiercely clashing, countless dots suddenly appeared on the electronic map. They swiftly surrounded the Red and White forces with a fan-shaped encirclement. These groups were, shockingly, from the Golden Sword Academy and the special-grade military academy of St. Calina!

Many generals stood up simultaneously in front of the viewing platform. Yingland, which had trapped Wind Thunder, was now the prey divided by these two sparrows. Even with the escalating combat value of Wind Thunder, it couldn't catch up with their casualty rate.

Indeed, only by limiting the escalating combat value of the Royal Military Academy of Yingland and Wind Thunder could the Yellow and Blue armies have a chance of winning. The time calculated by the two major academies was just right: joining the battlefield too early would result in overconsumption, while joining too late would result in an inability to restrain effectively. Now, their current casualty rate just allowed them to easily swallow the Red and White armies, and achieve their strategic goals with minimal casualties.

Clearly, Cangmu Kuang Qi and Apophis were too terrifying. These two were the real all-round combat geniuses; not only were they unrivalled in individual combat and fighting fields, their command skills also held their place. Sometimes, an all-round military genius was more anticipated than Amelia's singular command. As for Feng Yi, he was simply a commoner, simply not worth mentioning.

In the blink of an eye, the rapidly escalating value of the Yellow and Blue armies was visibly increasing... On the contrary, the growth of the military academy with the highest value, Wind Thunder, was gradually slowing down. Despite the strong quality of the Royal Military Academy of Yingland, their rising value suddenly lagged much behind. If the situation continues to develop like this, the real winner might emerge from the Yellow and Blue armies.

When Zi Mou and Amelia realized the significant loss of soldiers, they both laughed. Things always unfolded according to their own planned outcomes.

In front of Yingland's command platform, the slender figure made a graceful pirouette. Her long, grey-white hair, flaring up like winter snow azaleas, and her lustrously colorful eyes were distinctly smug. She snapped her fingers in succession, "Ophelia, Haier, execute plan one."

Upon receiving the command, Ophelia and the Haier brothers flashed out of the team like lightning, disappearing in the vast plain.

In the command room, Zi Mou even leisurely took a sip of tea, "Sharp Edge Camp, execute the original plan."

"Finally, it's my turn to take the stage." Over at Heavenly Communication, Angelina's bored voice quickly transmitted. In an instant, the team of several hundred people she led, charged into the battlefield quickly, like their feet were greased. This was notably a mixed group of logistics and special forces soldiers, their combat skills were evident. Their charge speed was not hindered by being fully armed.

Boom, boom, boom, boom…

No one noticed, from where did the troops in one corner of the chaotic battlefield come from? Their combat skills were terribly good, when they got to the back of the Yellow Army, they opened fire precisely. If a metaphor were to describe what was happening, it would be like a wolf amongst sheep.

The battlefield was shrouded in smoke, continuous explosions echoing from every direction. That force was rapidly sweeping everything in its path with an astonishing speed. Each soldier's shooting was incredibly precise, every shot fired would result in an enemy soldier falling. When the Yellow Army tried to counterattack, they would preemptively dodge with evasive maneuvers — either rolling on the ground, crawling, or simply playing dead on the spot. Those playing dead were often the shameless bunch from the logistics department.

When their enemies fell, they would dust themselves off and stand up as if nothing had happened.

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