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Shifting the focus back to the ground.
The Woodland Park stretches between seven and eight kilometers in length, with a width of two kilometers. The PDF has established their main defensive line within this vast park, while on the opposite side flows an artificial river fed by the pure waters of the polar glaciers.
This square-shaped river encircles the residential district of the nobles, serving not only as a direct display of their wealth but also as the primary water source for vegetation during the park's early construction.
However, now the river has become the focal point of battle here, acting as a barrier between the PDF and the forces of Chaos on the opposite bank. Both sides occupy their respective shores and adjacent buildings, making it difficult to launch effective offensives against one another.
Due to the lack of ferries, boats, or military vessels, the only effective means of troop transportation for both sides is the several large bridges spanning the river. Naturally, countless skirmishes have already taken place around these bridges, yet no decisive victory has been achieved so far.
Nevertheless, the purpose of this counteroffensive is to break the current stalemate.
In the woodland, as the transport vessels began to ascend, Zhang Ge's convoy was already driving along the roads carved out within the park, making their way to the front lines.
Through the vehicle windows, Zhang Ge saw trenches spread between the trees, with numerous camouflaged temporary bunkers at critical positions. Soldiers bustled about tirelessly, reinforcing these makeshift defenses without pause.
Soon, the trees on either side of the vehicles began to thin out, and by the time they came within one to two kilometers of the front line, no vegetation remained in sight.
As they approached closer to the enemy, the number of shell craters increased, until the entire area was riddled with numerous craters of varying sizes, leaving almost no gaps.
The ground, which should have been filled with green plants, was now covered in layers of soil churned up by explosions. Various blackened marks from the use of explosive devices mixed in, giving the soil a darker hue.
Perhaps at the beginning of the first hour, broken trees may have still been visible, but by now, they had been reduced to splinters buried within the loose soil.
At this moment, in the visible sky, bright flashes of explosions ignited, accompanied by a deafening roar from above. Amidst the continuous sequence of bomb blasts, Zhang Ge's gaze tilted upward, spotting the two transport vessels—each the equivalent of a seventy-story building—dismantling in mid-air.
The shockwave from the meticulously calculated explosions scattered the wreckage evenly across the opposite bank, with fiery projectiles trailing flames turning the night sky a brilliant orange-yellow.
Countless shells and lasers soared through the air, colliding with the debris and exploding, but the sheer volume of wreckage was overwhelming. Even the infantry's laser rifles were insufficient against the rain of fire.
With no vegetation to obscure his view, Zhang Ge could finally see the broader situation on the opposing shore.
He observed that most of the wreckage retained its form as it crashed to the ground, either crushing several sandbags and turning cultists into meat paste or exploding again and transforming metal debris into deadly shrapnel, taking out dozens of unlucky souls.
Witnessing this scene, a hint of confusion arose in Zhang Ge's heart:
It was indeed spectacular, but in terms of actual lethality, was it not somewhat lacking?
However, new developments soon emerged.
From among the wrecks—or rather, from the metallic boxes encased in debris, small directional explosives inside the boxes activated and opened holes, simultaneously releasing deadly deep green poisonous gas.
The gas swiftly diffused with the airflow, enveloping the entire opposite bank in a shrouded green mist. Under this toxic cloud, which interfered with thermal vision to a certain extent, the once-high-temperature enemy positions suddenly fell silent.
Despite the high cost of the two civilian transport vessels, the results were remarkably significant. This gas not only inflicted casualties but, more importantly, could considerably obscure the enemy's line of sight.
By simultaneously launching a large number of gas projectiles onto the enemy's position, they were prevented from being intercepted in the air, and the gas formed a barrier, helping to keep it from quickly dissipating in the atmosphere.
Moreover, using the wreckage to deliver the gas would likely mean the enemy would be too late to don their gas masks.
As a series of piercing whistles sounded, a large contingent of infantry clad in bright white uniforms surged forth from the trenches, some wielding automatic rifles while others were unarmed, wearing only simple respirators on their faces.
To be fair, with just a respirator, wearing one made little difference; in front of the Empire's toxins, even pores count as openings.
Were these the first wave? No, based on the numerous vehicles waiting quietly around them for the assault, that was clearly not the case.
As Zhang Ge's convoy came to a halt behind the frontline, armed zealots who had received doses of stimulants—even some forbidden substances—already charged headfirst into the enemy positions.
Any attempts to counterattack that exposed the enemy's position would immediately be targeted by laser artillery from their own lines. But what if they did not retaliate?
Once those frenzied cultists charged up the embankment, their bodies served as their ultimate weapon, with each piece of plastic explosive stuffed into their stomachs detonating. In clouds of dust and orange explosions, living bombs mercilessly crushed through the enemy defenses.
The sounds of fierce gunfire and numerous explosions erupted across the riverbank, yet obscured by the poisonous gas, it was impossible to discern what was happening.
At that moment, on the road by the bank, an unusual sound of hooves could be heard.
Biologically modified and mechanized bio-horses thudded heavily, each measuring about 3.5 meters tall, resembling small tanks, their size comparable to some battle suits.
Cavalry, this ancient type of troop, had been resurrected upon the earth due to biological modification technology. Twenty or so knights adorned in ornate full power armor rode on these mounts... but the most striking figure remained the one at the front.
Still clad in her extravagant gown, still adorned with glittering jewels, she stood out against the battlefield, completely unspoiled, a stark contrast to the chaos.
The same could be said from the enemy's perspective.
On the opposite bank, the laser cannons illuminated before firing, unleashing a blazing red beam that raced toward her.
Yet in the next moment, that beam capable of penetrating armored vehicles clashed with the psychic shield shimmering into existence beside the girl, the high-energy explosion failing to harm her in the least, not even stirring up a bit of dust. The only effect was a slight wave that lifted her meticulously styled hair.
Amidst the dust raised by the explosion, unnoticeable metal fragments floated around her, gradually coalescing in her hand to form a two-meter-long power lance. Her disdainful voice amplified by psychic energy echoed across the entire battlefield:
"If, after this operation concludes, any of you pathetic fish are slower than my cavalry by more than half, then the officers shall face execution, and the entire unit shall be decimated by division."
"And simultaneously, for each enemy's head taken, their family will offer a bounty of a hundred throne coins. I hope you miserable fish are here seeking my bounty, not simply to let cowardly blood spoil my line of sight."
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