Chapter 760: Chapter 122: The Last Aisier Winged Cavalry_3 Chapter 760: Chapter 122: The Last Aisier Winged Cavalry_3 The drivers communicated through the transmitters, and the steam tanks dispersed, surrounding from different directions to form a huge semicircular formation.

The machine gun turrets on top of the steam tanks aimed at Leonie, bursts of intense flames erupting from the muzzles.

“Da-da-da—-”
In an instant, bullets poured down like a tempest, pockmarking Leonie’s sturdy armor with dents.

However, Leonie braved the dense artillery fire and bullets, charging forward nearly crazily, fearless in the face of death.

“Focus fire!”

“There’s only one of him! Don’t conserve ammo!”

The steam tanks’ firepower intensified, bipedal wyverns constantly swooped through the low skies, their bombs all but leveling the ground around Leonie by three feet.

Continuous explosions and shots caused his armor to shatter gradually. Leonie’s strong physique was also covered with a scorched shell, embedded with dense shrapnel and bullets.

Yet he did not give up, staggering forward, dodging countless fatal attacks.

Finally, he struggled to a spot forty meters from the steam tanks. With his trembling arms, he raised his horse saber, but no longer had the strength to charge, letting the bullets penetrate his riddled body.

“Click—-”
Amid the crisp sound of gears meshing, the turret slowly rotated, its dark muzzle directly facing Leonie.

Leonie lifted his head, his gaze revealing a trace of despair. At this moment, the Earl finally recognized a cruel reality.

The Holy Fadlan Empire he had sworn allegiance to had already perished.

And within the ranks of the Ashen Empire’s army, Leonie astonishingly saw the pride, confidence, and dominance that should have belonged only to the once great Empire of Fadlan.

“The old king is dead…”

His lips moved, trying to say something more, but the terrifying brightness had already engulfed his eyes.

“Boom!”

Another earth-shattering explosion ensued. In a flash, the ground trembled, and dust and smoke billowed to the skies.

The last Aisier Winged Cavalry of Fadlan died just like that, and with time, this unit would completely vanish into the dust of history.

…

On July 11th of the New Calendar year 1789, the Ashen Empire declared war on the North Aisier Territory almost without any forewarning and launched a fierce offensive.

According to their declaration of war, North Aisier had committed the grave sin of “insulting the Ashen Empire’s Emperor.”

The Ashen Empire, with its 4 Armored Divisions, 3 Light Armor Divisions, and 2 Air Force Divisions as the main thrust, tore through the makeshift defenses of 80,000 men within the Duke’s Domain on the western part of the flat North Aisier Plain like a hot knife through butter.

They did not have time to prepare, having not even received word of the Ashen Empire’s declaration of war before being overwhelmed by the Steel Torrent that suddenly appeared on the plains.

The Empire’s armored units, air force, and magic forces made up the rapid deep-strike forces that swiftly tore apart and encircled the outdated and massive army of the Old Fadlan Empire.

Subsequently, millions of players emerged like locusts. Although they were not as powerful as the Empire’s regular army, their presence spread across the plains.

Moreover, at any cost, they employed all sorts of desperate tactics, ruthlessly pursuing every Aisier soldier who entered their sight, striking fear into the hearts of the soldiers.

This series of disasters caused what remained of Duke Walter’s forces to only shiver inside the major cities, waiting for external assistance.

At this moment, countless people in the cities looked up at the sun, silently praying to Amanata – their only hope was he who was once known as “Fadlan’s Wings” – Walter Graham.

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