[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) - Chapter 34

" Final Chapter

" "So, Xiaoye, this is a symbol of reconciliation." Alice looked at Yeyu with teary eyes, her moist lips reflected in them.

"...Yes, okay." Hand in hand, the two began to kiss passionately, like lovers craving pleasure, licking each other's tongues and exploring the insides of their mouths.

"Mmm...chu...hoo...mmm...chuchu...haa..." "Ugh...mmm...chu, chu...chu...mmm..." When they separated, a transparent bridge of saliva formed between their lips.

The bridge grew longer and longer, finally dangling down onto the wisteria's abdomen.

Sensing this, the wisteria suddenly arched its back.

"Hmm! Hah! That stupid human seems to say he wants to join too, hmm, he's angry." "Hmm! You're right! Oh well, let's just let the newbie go first... let him ejaculate first?" After deciding on their shared goal, the two sisters simultaneously pressed their waists against Wisteria. Their combined efforts made Wisteria's movements even more exciting, and the urge to ejaculate drew ever closer.

"Hmm! How about it? You stupid human, if you feel good... just... just ejaculate... it's okay! A mere human can't impregnate a noble cat." "Newbie... I'm sorry, I... I think I have to go first... hmm, hmm! Ah, ah... your tongue, it licks so deep!" Sticky liquid flowed onto the area where Wisteria and the two women were joined, and the room was filled with gurgling, lewd sounds. Perhaps it was their mutual caresses that caused their excitement levels to rise, making Alice's honeypot secrete even more love fluid, even though the pain of losing her virginity had subsided.

"Mmm! Mmm!" "Ah!" Wisteria suddenly increased the frequency of the vibrations of the tongue guided by Night Rain, pressing her advantage. At the same time, the next second, Alice's body was also powerfully thrust into by his waist. The catwoman, struck hard, suddenly raised her head, exhaling as if her lungs were being compressed, her body trembling. The flesh walls inside her vagina also retaliated by contracting violently

, squeezing out the urge for the other to ejaculate. "Mmm, mmm, mmm... Ah, ah, ah! Mmm... Uh ah, huff... Stupid human... Don't suddenly... Ah, ah... Hungry! It's in! Something hot is coming in! Ahh ... When Zifang was finally able to get up, the two were still kissing, their eyes hazy.

"Well then, I'll enjoy myself alone from now on," Yeyu said to Alice, noticing that Zifang was a little bored. But when they looked between his legs, they found that his penis was drooping listlessly, completely different from its previous erection.

"Sorry, physiologically speaking, I can't immediately..." Zifang said awkwardly. "

Huh? This... does this mean we're done for today?" Alice tilted her head and guessed cutely.

"Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Don't joke around! You've all enjoyed yourself, but I only have the strange experience of being penetrated in the uterus. At least give me some normal memories!" Yeyu let out a miserable cry.

"What are you saying, Yeyu? This is too embarrassing!" "You, you've already enjoyed yourself, so of course you can say sarcastic things, but I, I... Hmph! I have plenty of ways!" After saying that, Yeyu got off the bed, knelt in front of Zifang, and held his still slowly recovering penis.

"Mmm..." The soft stimulation of her hand made Wisteria's waist involuntarily recoil. But the penis remaining in her hand trembled incessantly, gradually regaining its previous size and hardness.

"Wow, Xiaoye is so amazing!" "Don't underestimate someone with a year of experience!" Yeyu said proudly, then began to use her gloved hand to caress Wisteria's penis. After wiping away the semen and blood on it, she began to caress it with her lips and tongue. "Uh

... this..." Wisteria trembled with excitement.

"Wow... this silly human looks like it's very comfortable..." Alice exclaimed in surprise.

"Well then, let's try another secret technique. Can you help me?" "Yes, I'll try my best!

" Under the guidance of her friends, Alice also knelt down in front of Wisteria. The secret technique Yeyu mentioned was actually using her breasts to caress Wisteria's penis. Alice had heard about this before, but her size was obviously not suitable for this kind of thing. Moreover, she knew about one-on-one situations, and she didn't know how it would be done with two people.

"That's it. Alice, after I clamp him down, you stimulate him from the other side with your nipples." "Okay, I got it." Alice, who didn't understand, obediently followed Ye Yu's instructions. And the wisteria's penis , which had been awakened, was as hot as a red-hot iron rod, burning between their breasts.

"Hehe, how does it feel to be served by both big breasts and a washboard at the same time?" "Who, who is the washboard?

" Wisteria didn't answer, but Alice pouted unhappily.

"Never mind, no matter how hard you are, he'll feel comfortable anyway, mostly thanks to my breasts." "N-no way! My breasts are amazing too!" The two argued while earnestly rubbing their penises, causing Wisteria to utter sounds of distress.

"Ugh...you, if you keep doing that, I'll..." "Ah...my breasts...make you feel good, don't you..." Ye Yu couldn't help but smile.

"No, it's all thanks to my nipples!" Alice was still bickering.

"Then keep trying." "Watch me!" After answering energetically, Alice moved her small nipples up and down even more vigorously, and Ye Yu, of course, cooperated earnestly.

"Ugh... Ahh..." Zi Teng kept moaning excitedly. Knowing that it meant he was enjoying it, the two girls rubbed even more vigorously.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm... How... how is it?" "It looks pretty good. Look, clear fluid is flowing from the tip." "Wow, it really is, men get wet too... This is so much fun!" Looking at the glans peeking out from between his breasts, Ye Yu and Alice intensified their caresses. Hearing Zi Teng begin to pant, they couldn't help but feel incredibly excited about the pleasure of being able to control him.

"Hehe, you silly humans have become just like us." "Both men and women feel good doing this. By the way, Alice, it's your turn to lick him now, to repay him for making you so happy.

" "Ah, um, that's right..." Alice hesitated for a moment, but quickly made up her mind. She stuck out her tongue and licked the glans.

"Ugh, mmm..."Wisteria frowned, looking genuinely comfortable. Her approving expression spurred Alice to continue stimulating the glans with both her tongue and lips.

"Mmm...chu...mmm...gurgle...gurgle..." Soon, the penis swelled like a pump before a gush of water, spurting out a cloudy white liquid. The shock of that first taste made Alice forget to move her mouth. Fortunately, Night Rain noticed and immediately pulled her mouth away from the penis, finally giving Alice a chance to cry out.

"Whoaaaaah! Ah, something's coming out!" "Of course." "Sorry, it felt so good, I couldn't control myself." After Wisteria apologized, Alice finally realized what had happened. However, the taste of semen she experienced for the first time was vastly different from what she had imagined; all her previous knowledge was completely useless.

"Night Rain, this...what do we do...ugh..." Unable to swallow or spit it out, she opened her mouth to show Night Rain what was inside.

"I just can't do anything with you." Ye Yu sighed and began to suck on her lips.

"Mmm! Wah, ah! Mmm! Mmm!" "Cheep, cheep, gulp...cheep, gulp...mmm, it tastes like an adult." After drinking all the liquid in Alice's mouth, she smiled with satisfaction.

Alice, who had been staring blankly at her, then realized what she had done to her.

"X-Xiao Ye! You drank...that!" "Generally speaking, drinking it makes men happier." "Is that so?" So cunning, she didn't even warn me! Alice complained inwardly.

"Give it back to me!" "Huh? I already swallowed it!" "You, you still have some left in your mouth!"

"There's none left." "There must be some! Cheep cheep." "Hey, you...mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Stop it...cheep cheep!" The two sisters, still with a penis between their breasts, immediately began to fight over the semen.

For Zifeng, it was an unexpectedly exciting scene, which he enjoyed immensely. Suddenly…

the door opened, and Morrigan barged in. “Oh my… you guys really know how to enjoy yourselves.” The scene in the room seemed to freeze; the three, completely unprepared, stood there stunned. “

I’m sorry to disturb you, but I’m even more sorry to say I have bad news. You have to go back tonight, not to the palace, but to the west.” Without giving them time to recover, Morrigan said directly.

“What happened?” Zifeng was the first to react.

“The orcs are amassing a large army at the border.”

Zifeng had always felt that the people of the Yanhuang Empire were the most arrogant and conceited in the world. In the writing system created by the Yanhuang people, whose civilization originated very early, the most crucial word was “天下” (tianxia). This was the most ambiguous Yanhuang word.

For many centuries, the Yanhuang people believed that their country was not only the center of the Eastern Continent, but also inevitably the center of the entire world. This misconception among the Yanhuang people stemmed from the fact that their country was vast and rich in resources, with a long history. As early as three hundred years ago, the emperors of the Yanhuang Empire enjoyed the gold refined by their people, the finest silks, the sweetest rice, and the most beautiful love songs on their immense lands.

When a few foreign navigators landed on this vast eastern continent, they saw an enviable land: majestic mountains, boundless river valleys and plains, and the discovery and creation of a civilized life—the Yanhuang Empire was indeed once the richest country in the world.

Around the time of Emperor Wen, the Yanhuang people gradually realized that their "world" was not so boundless, and more importantly, they suddenly discovered that they were not the "center" of the world. The first to deliver this severe blow was a historically famous Franz—the missionary Larsis. One day during Emperor Wen's reign, this Franz, who had come to Yanhuang to spread the doctrines of the Temple of Light, received a group of scholars—cultured intellectuals—of the Yanhuang Empire in his residence in the imperial capital. On the wall of the imperial court, the scholars saw a world map unlike anything the Yanhuang people had ever seen before. Aside from the subcontinents of Pandaria and Northrend, which even Westerners hadn't yet discovered, the map, reflecting the geographical achievements of the first magical industrial revolution in the West, clearly marked the locations of the eastern and western continents with remarkably precise latitude and longitude.

Beyond Yanhuang, so many other nations existed; Yanhuang was not only not the main body of the world, but also did not occupy its center, merely located in a corner of the Far East—this was utterly astonishing news for the Yanhuang people at the time, shattering their long-held understanding of the world. Historical records state: "The Holy Franz Empire, located in the western continent, has never communicated with Yanhuang. During the reign of Emperor Wen, a man from their country, Larsis, came to the capital and presented the 'Complete Map of All Nations,' stating that the world consisted of two continents." The first was the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory, comprising over seventy kingdoms, with the Yan and Huang Emperors residing in one of them; the second was the Western Continent of Barbarians, comprising over fifty kingdoms, with the Franco-Hamiran Empire residing in one of them…

Faced with the astonishment of the Yan and Huang people, Larsis, feeling he had committed a grave offense, redrawn a world map to salvage the situation. He disregarded the correct geographical division of longitude and latitude, moving the Yan and Huang Empire to the very center of the map.

However, it was too late. The Yan and Huang people were forever burdened with a deep-seated frustration and subsequent resentment. They gave those who were not of the Yan and Huang ethnicity two derogatory terms: those from the surrounding areas were called "barbarians," and those from the west were called "Yi" (夷).Meanwhile, after gradually getting to know the people of the Yanhuang Empire, the warm phrases such as "a peaceful and prosperous land," "an optimistic and humorous Eastern people," and "gentle and refined citizens under a golden dragon" suddenly disappeared completely in the articles and writings written by Westerners about this country and its people. The Yanhuang people suddenly became unfamiliar in the eyes of Westerners, as if they were a group of people with the strangest personalities on the strangest land in the world.

A Lisas merchant who had lived among the Yanhuang people for half his life described them in his book, *The Light and Dark of Eastern Life*: "The Yanhuang people are not initially attractive. Their skin is yellow, their voices are sharp and unpleasant… Their cheekbones are prominent, and their flat noses seem to be inherited from an ancestor injured in a fight.

Their lips are thick, their mouths are incredibly wide… In their narrow, black almond-shaped eyes, tiny eyeballs dart about in their sockets, as if playing hide-and-seek with the outside world." Westerners perceive the Yanhuang people as "a vague impression," "a group of the most complex and difficult-to-understand people": the Yanhuang people lack a precise concept of time. Although mechanical clocks have a long history in the West, the Yanhuang people rarely use them. They divide

the day into twelve two-hour periods, but the concept of a "two-hour period" is very vague, referring only to one-twelfth of the day, and there is no clear marker between two periods.

The clothing of the Yanhuang people has few pockets, and the loose waistline conceals all the curves of their bodies. Their houses were cold; the paper windows offered no protection against the cold, yet no one had the habit of closing the door behind them.

The Yanhuang people raised sheep for many years, but had no tradition of spinning wool. They kept various birds, but the only use for their down was in feather dusters.

The Yanhuang people preferred crowds and noise to solitude and quiet. The pawnshops of this empire functioned as banks.

The Yanhuang people had the ability to transform etiquette into elaborate rituals of life, then into a large-scale social disaster. Even more strangely, these rituals were systematically promoted and perpetuated as necessities of their daily lives, like elaborate garments that were worn at a certain time.

The Yanhuang people's banquets were long and lavish, with an unbelievable abundance of dishes. This excessive extravagance often shocked Westerners, even instilling fear and despair. And it was precisely they who created this tragically poignant proverb: all good things must come to an end.

By the time of Emperor Shenzong, the Yanhuang people in Western descriptions were reduced to only two powerful words: numbness.

"On the riverbank docks beneath the dirty, low clouds, the expressionless faces of the Yan and Huang people moved silently," described a Wirthian merchant who arrived in this ancient Eastern empire in 1491 of the Continental Calendar. "Their dark, tattered clothes barely served as a means of covering their bodies, and only when trading with you did a shrewd glint appear in their small eyes. But their haggling was conducted with their fingers hidden inside their clothes, and even in the most heated arguments, no excitement could be seen on their faces..."

"A businessman named Hermann, who returned to China from the Yanhuang region around the same time, summarized it as follows: "The Yanhuang people are the race in the world most adept at hiding their emotions. Their numb, almost dull expressions easily evoke feelings of helplessness and despair. And what's most strange is that the Yanhuang people are generally apathetic and lack public spirit." "Regardless of the progress of the times, it is no longer possible for any nation to close its doors, reject all external political and economic activities, and survive and develop in isolation and security. Even so, most Yanhuang people lack this awareness; they are adept at adopting an attitude of 'not spreading, not investigating, and ignoring' things they are unwilling to accept.

But time does not wait for those who stand still. While scholars within Yanhuang were still debating whether to accept the various things coming from the West, the major powers of the Western Continent had already begun the Second Magic Energy Industrial Revolution. The overseas colonial expansion forces of countries like Lisas and Helman had landed on the two new continents and had basically completed their infiltration of influence into some islands and coastal countries in the southeastern part of the Eastern Continent.

At this time, most Yanhuang people still firmly believed that their empire was internal, core, lofty, and great; even if there were a few 'barbaric' 'barbarians' in the world..." They too are external, marginalized, lowly, and insignificant. After all, they haven't left their homeland for a long time. Following the centuries-old mindset of this empire, they are both unfamiliar with and uninterested in the outside world. They only wish to live within their established circles and interact with those connected to them. The people of Yan and Huang are unwilling to leave their land; leaving one's homeland is the most tragic situation in this country. The outside world holds no appeal for most of them. Their way of life is characterized by, based on the lessons of their ancestors thousands of years ago, a destructive reliance on natural resources to maintain their bare minimum standard of living; they are only willing to "reproduce in place." —Including the continuation of their descendants and the inheritance of their culture.

However, this situation is not difficult to explain, because in this country, only a very small number of four types of people have access to foreign culture and other things: intellectuals who are studying hard to pursue fame and fortune, intellectuals who have already achieved fame and fortune and become officials at various levels, impoverished intellectuals who have failed in their studies, and merchants of all sizes who disregard tradition for profit.

Zifeng never seriously considered which category he belonged to, but regardless, being born into a noble family in a border region, especially with a foster mother from the West, he undoubtedly had a unique advantage in contacting Western society. He

was constantly exposed to Western ideas, constantly learned about new Western inventions, and even had opportunities to travel to Western countries. This series of experiences, from a very young age, shook the foundations of all the ancient philosophies of this country that he had studied, to the point that at the age of fifteen, he wrote something that infuriated his conservative and erudite teacher at the Imperial Academy, yet left him speechless: "Now the Western countries are at peace, and the people are prosperous." They had ample food, clothing, and supplies; they were well-versed in astronomy, geography, and other sciences; they developed various mines; and all sorts of famous tools and implements were made using water, fire, and even magical energy to replace human labor. Moreover, their food became more refined each year, their clothing more luxurious, their tools cheaper, their houses more spacious, and their people happier each year. However, the Chinese people clung to old ways, unable to innovate. Rare treasures were left useless, and all kinds of ingenious tools and implements remained unchanged for thousands of years. Furthermore, their knowledge of astronomy, geography, and other sciences never surpassed that of their predecessors… Given that all the endeavors of the Chinese people lacked the will to strive for progress, it is no wonder that Heaven… "Is it appropriate?"—A young man's doubts and questions resonated deeply.

A year later, after returning to the western frontier and gradually taking charge of military affairs, Zi Teng finally had the opportunity to resolve his doubts. Although he could only make minor modifications to military matters, with the support of the veteran military expert Gongsun Shu and the knowledgeable officials in the royal palace, as well as Lin Xingchen's tacit approval, he still accomplished many things: purchasing advanced Western weapons and equipment and attempting to imitate them, hiring Western military instructors and advisors to help train the army, and even, through Lux's connections, establishing a "Lysas Far East Volunteer Air Force" under the name of the Lysas Far East Chamber of Commerce—a force previously unheard of in the Yanhuang Empire. "Air power other than orcs." Finally, two years ago, with the opportunity to reorganize and replenish the main field forces that had suffered heavy losses in the war against the orcs, Zifeng found a chance to make his mark: after unifying all the remaining forces into the Right Dragon Guard, he began to rebuild the Left Dragon Guard according to his own ideas.

The new Left Dragon Guard was configured in all aspects according to the standard of the Lisas-style field army: a total strength of 60,000 men, of which about 50,000 were combat troops, under which there were two attack corps and legion-level direct troops.

The quality of the troops was extremely high, all of whom were selected from eligible young men with a certain level of education and good physical strength, which was a significant advantage for the vast majority of them. This was almost unimaginable for the Yanhuang Empire's army, where soldiers were mostly illiterate.

All soldiers underwent three months of basic training followed by at least six months of rigorous Lisas-style military training. Non-commissioned officers and junior officers received at least one to fifteen months of training. Mid- to high-ranking officers were all sent to various military academies within the Lisas Federation for training and study; even General Yu Xiaoqing was a top student who ranked among the top three in his class at the Lisas Federation Army Higher Command Academy.

The unit's branches of service and equipment configuration were also entirely in accordance with the standards of a Lisas Federation Army front-line field regiment. Especially the equipment, which, compared to other units in the country, was practically "luxurious" or "extravagant." Words cannot describe the extent of their power.

Even the most basic grenadiers were equipped with standard helmets and breastplates, as well as high-performance Corat 1487 muskets; while the heavily armed infantry and cavalry responsible for flanking maneuvers were all equipped with more advanced, simplified half-body armor.

The firepower was incredibly formidable: three-pounder shotguns, six-pounder standard infantry guns, eight-pounder small mortars, twelve-pounder long-barreled field guns, twenty-four-pounder rifled cannons, thirty-six-pounder heavy mortars, and sixty-four-pounder siege rifles were all readily available at the division level. The corps-level anti-aircraft and anti-tank units were also equipped with two types of pneumatic assault guns known as the Seg-20 and armor-piercing guns; as for the corps-level... The subordinate heavy support force possesses magic-guided cannons and magic-powered pneumatic howitzers, known as the Dragon Cannon and Tiger Cannon.

The unit's equipment list even includes an entire regiment of magic-powered mechs and five airships.

It's worth noting that even considering the entire army under the Xiling Royal Palace, the total number of magic-powered mechs combined is less than two regiments, and the airship force is unique to this unit.

However, even with such a formidable force at his disposal, Zifeng, who was urgently recalled to deploy on the western front, still felt uneasy: in this battle, he had insisted against all opposition that the Left Dragon Guard lead the independent offensive, with other units only providing support. He was very clear about two things: the First Army... First, the skill levels of the different units vary too much; if they were to fight together, the other units would likely become a hindrance. Second, given the current situation and the fact that it's an expeditionary offensive, the orcs could only deploy no more than 60,000 to 80,000 troops. Therefore, if it were merely a defensive battle, the Left Dragon Guard's forces would be sufficient.

However, this was, after all, the first time this new Western-style army had fought independently, and the entire Western Frontier was watching with skepticism.

When this unit was initially formed, it faced numerous obstacles and criticisms due to its departure from tradition and the enormous cost. If this battle were not fought well, not only would further military Westernization plans be impossible, but all previous efforts to transform the army might also be jeopardized. All their previous efforts would be in vain.

Especially since, up to now, he knew very little about the orcs' actions, strength, and battle plans. All he knew was that the Beast King was personally leading the campaign, so he would definitely be facing the most elite orc forces.

At the same time, the biggest problem was that the orcs' main attack direction was still unclear. Therefore, Zifeng insisted on gathering as much relevant intelligence as possible before launching the operation. He immediately went to Xinling City, the strategic hub of the western front, and issued orders requiring garrisons in various front-line areas to send engineering officers to conduct on-site reconnaissance of the terrain in their controlled areas and military buffer zones near the orc army's assembly areas, and to draw up as detailed a battle map as possible.

Then, Zi Teng wrote a letter ordering General Yu Xiaoqing: "I need you to bring all the engineering officers who have conducted road reconnaissance and the staff officers responsible for processing the reconnaissance results from various units to Xinling City, because I want to personally question them about the battlefield terrain and enemy movements. In addition, order the engineering corps to construct high-quality field air support bases at several key locations in the expected combat area, awaiting the arrival of air support forces." At the same time, he also sent a secret letter to his foster mother: "I need to control the sky." The content was only this one sentence. ...

"Don't be too casual with the wording; if these technical terms are really not suitable, just don't translate them." Recently, a building in the fox clan's settlement has been very busy. This is the place where the clan chief personally presided over the establishment of a place for translating and researching human books and materials.

Anya, who has lived in the human country for a long time, naturally became the chief supervisor of the translation work. She has been working here for about two and a half months. During this time, she has gradually gotten used to the name that was used back after returning home. At least now when someone calls her Anya, she no longer pauses for a long time.

However, as she gradually got used to life back home, she couldn't help but have her troubles.

"Miss Anya, please go out with me!" In the early morning, before the translation work had even started, the man who stood at the door, bowing his head to confess his love

to Anya, was the son of a noble family from the cat tribe, who were affiliated with the fox tribe. Of course, as usual, his confession didn't shock Anya. Since returning home, she had experienced being confessed to without warning more than ten times. There was always someone rushing to confess their love—this was her hidden trouble.

"I-I'm sorry..." Just like rejecting others, Anya rejected this confessor.

"Sigh...I knew it would end like this." The cat-tribe man, his shoulders slumped in disappointment, was about to lean back when he suddenly revealed a sharp gaze and asked, "Um, Anya. You wouldn't...?" "Wh-what?" "You actually have someone you like, wouldn't you?" With that, the man left.

"!" Even Anya was startled by her own blatant wavering. The moment she heard the question, the first image that flashed into her mind was the striking profile of the human she had once called her senior brother.

She instinctively clutched the tray to her chest. "...But no matter how much I think about it, it's useless. I'm an orc, and he's a human. We belong to two races that only meet on the battlefield..." A sharp pain shot through her chest, like being pricked by a needle. Anya didn't understand why she felt such heartache.

"It seems you have a lot of troubles too." "Huh?" Suddenly, someone spoke to her from behind, startling Anya so much she almost jumped. Turning around, she saw Krista Bachchenova sitting by the window, sipping black tea. This woman was not only the current chieftain of the fox clan but also Anya's older sister.

"How many men have confessed to you just now?" "I don't know...I haven't counted them one by one..." Anya replied calmly.

The alluring Kriska was, at heart, a woman obsessed with power. She was primarily interested in expanding her clan's influence, so it was quite unexpected that this older sister, who rarely considered family ties, would concern herself with her younger sister's romantic affairs.

"I say… Chieftain, when did you become so idle as to care about your own sister's love life?" Kriska quietly put down her teacup after Anya's question.

"Can't we sisters talk without so much barbarianism?" she said somewhat helplessly.

"In the five years you've left me abroad, have you ever thought of me as your sister?" Anya shook her head. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your king?" she retorted irritably.

"That idiot is currently excitedly observing the abilities of the modified Kodo Beast and Devilsaur I sent over.

" "You just gave away all those secret weapons you painstakingly cultivated over the years?" This answer greatly surprised Anya.

"Because they're no longer needed!" Krista said, then unfolded a stack of drawings and spread them on the table. "My long-cherished wish is about to come true. Look at this, Anya." The paper on the drawings was not only discolored but also tattered. Anya couldn't help but wonder how old the parchment was.

"These drawings are...?" But what truly surprised her was the familiar content on the drawings.

"Actually, the interior of Imperial Mausoleum Mountain is a huge imperial tomb, you know that, right?" "Ah, that's right, although I've never actually been inside." Anya replied. When she lived in the mountains with her master, her master had told her about the secrets of the mountains.

"And, there's an area in that tomb with an unknown purpose, and it's full of traps and dangers, because it holds the greatest secret between the founding emperor of the Yanhuang Empire and the Xuanmen..." Krista continued.

"These blueprints were discovered by another intelligence agent I sent into Yanhuang territory. Previously, they had been lying dormant in the library of the Xuanmen Northwest Branch. At this stage, this is the only document on the entire continent related to that secret." Hearing this, Anya's heart sank; she already knew what these documents were.

"Now, I know the truth behind that secret: an invincible army mechanically modified with ancient magic!" Krista excitedly pressed her slender, white fingers onto the stack of documents.

"The Ever-Victorious Army..." Anya slowly uttered those three words.

"That's right, and I already possess this army!" Krista stood up excitedly, "As long as we can activate them, we can become the most powerful being in this country, even on this continent, and our people will no longer need to sell their bodies to depend on others for survival!"...

"Hmm... Is it dawn..." Zi Teng vaguely opened his eyes in bed. The sun outside was already high in the sky; excessive alcohol consumption really wasn't a good thing, he reminded himself.

But then again, it's really warm this morning… Zifang felt a little strange: it's supposed to be the colder northwest region, but the bed is so warm, it's unbelievable.

Just as he was about to sit up straight, his right hand accidentally grabbed something—something soft and squishy.

"This feels…" He tilted his head, his gaze shifting to the right, and almost instantly jumped up in fright, tumbling off the bed.

Despite the pain and numbness all over his body from the hard fall, Zifang couldn't cry out. When someone is extremely surprised, they seem to lose their voice. He could only open and close his mouth like a goldfish poking its head out of the water.

Someone was sleeping soundly in his bed, and that person was Morrigan, who was supposed to return to Lingnan this morning after bringing him back. Her eyes, which always seemed to have a playful glint, were firmly covered by her eyelids, and her snow-white shoulders, vaguely visible from under the covers, showed no signs of clothing.This made Zifang suddenly recall the lingering sensation in his right hand—it felt so soft it seemed to melt, as if it were about to cling to his palm. It was definitely not the feeling of touching through clothing. In other words, once the blanket was lifted, Morrigan would be completely naked! "W-what's going on..." Zifang murmured to himself as if in a dream, then suddenly looked astonished, because he had discovered another fact, "...Wait, how come I'm naked too!" The fact was that he himself was completely naked! A naked man and woman, drunk, had spent the night together in bed! What did this mean? Zifang panicked, desperately trying to recall the events of last night, but even after racking his brains, he couldn't come up with any clues.

"Hmm...what happened...? All this noise..." The beautiful black-haired woman finally awoke from her sleep, muttering to herself with a troubled expression, as she slowly sat up in bed. Her long, silky black hair, shimmering in the morning light, cascaded onto her porcelain-like skin, and the blanket covering her was pulled back, sliding down to her knees.

"..." Upon seeing her beautiful appearance, Zifang almost stopped breathing—her figure was like a white marble goddess statue with flesh and blood! Despite knowing he shouldn't look, he couldn't help but stare, mesmerized.

Noticing his gaze, Morrigan suddenly blushed and uttered words that left Zifang speechless, "Young master has really grown up...you were quite the man last night." Although her tone was incredibly gentle, Zifang's heart still pounded with fear.

"In short, don't do anything unnecessary to Miss Morrigan. Even without blood ties, she's as important to me as a mother. If even she were to enter your harem, I'd have a headache!" Shiori's words echoed in his ears before he left.

Then, just as he was at a loss, Morrigan, like a loving mother, smiled gently and happily began to touch her belly. That action made Fujito's heart tremble. Could it be...? He didn't dare to think about it.

"...You, you're really slow. There must be a new little life in my belly right now.

Needless to say, it's yours, you know?" Although her tone was still gentle and tactful, every word carried a huge shock.

"No way?" Fujito couldn't help but scream, "I, I remember last night..." He racked his brains to recall what happened last night—this woman can really drink... Looking at Morrigan holding a wine glass and bottle as if nothing had happened, Fujito thought to himself at the time. Although she had already drunk quite a bit at the welcoming banquet, Morrigan, for some reason, still had a glass in her hand and a bottle in her mouth when she followed him to his room afterwards.

"Um, Miss Morrigan, aren't you drinking too much..." he kindly reminded her.

But Morrigan instead raised her glass and urged the disapproving Wisteria to drink as well, "You drink too.

" Her slightly drunken eyes were clearly glazed over.

"No, no, I have important business tomorrow!" "Ugh... just a mere young master, does he dare disobey me now that he's grown up?" Morrigan seemed to be having a drunken rampage, but since she had already said that much, Wisteria couldn't refuse anymore. Resignedly, she took the glass and drank the ruby-red liquid in one gulp. The taste was bitter and spicy, completely different from any wine she had ever drunk before.

Then, just as he felt a burning sensation in his stomach—"Hmm…it feels a bit hot…" Morrigan suddenly and casually took off her outer robe, now only wearing a silk nightgown. The nightgown was so thin and transparent that you could see the skin underneath, almost like being naked.

"Really…you're so rude!" Her hazy eyes gazed affectionately at Wisteria's face, "I've sacrificed so much of my looks. And, and you…you don't even have a shred of male desire…

" Morrigan complained as she continued to display her subtly revealed beautiful body.

"Even, even if you say that…" Just as Wisteria's heart was pounding violently, as if it were about to explode, he suddenly saw Morrigan lose her balance—she seemed to be quite drunk as well.

"Danger!" In a flash, Wisteria rushed forward and caught her swaying body. Dead drunk, Morrigan leaned almost her entire weight on Wisteria. A captivating fragrance emanated from her hair, a scent that reminded Wisteria of beautiful roses, exuding nobility and elegance.

"Ugh!" But the next second, the roles completely reversed. Morrigan suddenly pushed Wisteria down onto the bed. Her seemingly soft breasts pressed tightly against Wisteria's chest.

Morrigan slowly raised her upper body, straddling Wisteria, and removed her nightgown. Now completely naked, she began to strip Wisteria naked as well.

"Wait! Miss Morrigan, have you lost your mind?" Even though Wisteria struggled, Morrigan somehow managed to strip him naked before he could react.

"Don't underestimate me. The title of Time Mage isn't for nothing..." Morrigan's thighs clamped around Wisteria's side, the skin-to-skin contact arousing a rapid response in his lower body.

"This...this isn't right, Miss Morrigan! Doing this while completely drunk will make you regret it when you wake up..." But Morrigan completely ignored Zifeng's words, pressing her upper body against him.

Soft flesh rubbed against firm muscles, the elastic body quickly changing shape.

Having completely taken the initiative, Morrigan then brought her mouth close to Zifeng's ear, her warm breath enveloping his earlobe, "Can't I?" Zifeng was speechless. Even if it was drunken indiscretion, such words, and such tone...

"...I'm sorry, Miss Morrigan..." Zifeng apologized repeatedly, "I can only think of this much after racking my brains. Later, I may have lost consciousness because of the alcohol..." He added speculatively.

"Is that so? That's normal, after all, I gave you a lot of alcohol after slowing down your timeline, but then what?" Sitting on the bed, Morrigan appeared calm and composed.

"I swear on my life, I absolutely did not do anything immoral to you!" Wisteria solemnly declared, "At least... not under my own control..." But because he was so guilty, he added stammeringly.

"Immoral behavior? For example?" But the other party didn't seem to be going to let him off the hook.

"Well, like, something like getting you pregnant..." Wisteria found that his tongue was almost tied in knots.

Morrigan looked down at Wisteria on the ground for a long time with a serious expression, then sighed, "Sigh...

never mind, this is no fun, it makes it seem like I'm setting you up." She shrugged.

"Huh?" Wisteria was stunned.

"If you accepted my temptation, you could use the fact of inheritance as a reason to force Shiori not to be so awkward because of our relationship. To achieve this goal, I was prepared to risk getting pregnant with your child again, but unfortunately today is not the day..." Morrigan explained innocently.

"Wait a minute! This is clearly a setup to trap me!" Wisteria was so shocked she was speechless, completely missing the subtle "again.

" "But, you can also... uh, uh... enjoy my body because of this. You... you don't lose anything, right?"Morrigan spoke haltingly, seemingly a little shy, and Zifang suddenly found him quite adorable, her heart fluttering.

"Hey…aren't you coming back to bed?" After a moment of silence, Morrigan spoke first. And his tone, his movements, his expression—it all seemed like an invitation.

"Morrigan…Miss…" Zifang hesitated, unsure, but still reluctantly sat back on the bed.

"Let's not use honorifics in this situation." Morrigan's tone was wry, making Zifang feel somewhat awkward: indeed, both naked, in the same bed…

"However, in this situation, if I don't remind myself with polite language, I might lose control and do something indecent to you." Wisteria scratched her head, but still leaned closer. After all, the woman had already extended an invitation, and continuing to act like a gentleman would be quite impolite.

"If it weren't for that special day, it wouldn't be a problem to let you do that kind of thing." Morrigan smiled easily. "Then... as compensation, let's just..." As she said this, she bent over, bringing her mature and charming face close to the penis between Wisteria's legs.

"Ugh... Miss Morrigan..." She opened her mouth, greedily sucking on the hot glans, causing the penis to quickly swell with excitement due to the anticipation of what was about to happen, and making its owner tremble and let out a moan of pleasure.

He temporarily released the glans, then stretched out his saliva-covered tongue, licking it a few times before resuming his sucking motion. He drew the penis deep into his throat in one go, simultaneously using his nimble tongue and contracting lips to create pressure and friction on the shaft. This skillful technique quickly became unbearable for Zifang. He grabbed Morrigan's hair tightly, excitedly thrusting his mouth, which was swallowing the penis, in and out like a honey pot.

"Mmm...hungry..." Morrigan made some muffled sounds of discomfort, but she did not stop Zifang's actions, even as with each thrust, the tip of the penis, including its base, was pressed against her throat.

Feidan showed no resistance or disgust; in fact, she seemed to want to suck even deeper. While continuously licking his saliva-moistened penis with his tongue, he moved vigorously back and forth in sync with the thrusting motions of Zi Teng, contracting her mouth and continuing to suck. Before long, Zi Teng felt the urge to ejaculate. Just then,

as if deliberately trying to expose their affair, someone knocked on the door. "It's getting late, are you up? General Yu and the others have been here for a while." It was Lan Hua's voice.

Zi Teng panicked for a moment, abruptly pulling out his penis. The friction from the excessive speed caused him to ejaculate instantly. Morrigan quickly raised his head, letting the semen splatter on his face and breasts, while nonchalantly answering the door, "Yes, please come in." "Wait! We're not dressed yet!" Completely unprepared for her reaction, Zi Teng quickly got out of bed, but it was too late.

"Who's in there?" Lan Hua, clad in dazzling bright red armor, practically burst through the door. "...Did I disturb you two?" He glanced at Morrigan and then at Zi Teng, speaking calmly.

"No, don't worry about it." Morrigan spoke very calmly, scraping semen from her body onto her fingers and licking them, a gesture both alluring and lewd.

"Is that so?" Lan Hua's voice was almost as natural as Morrigan's, but her expression was far from pleasant, her eyes practically twitching. However, Zi Teng wasn't surprised; it would be strange for a woman not to be angry in such a situation.

"I say, Miss Morrigan, I thought you'd already gone home early this morning. Turns out you're here warming up." Lan Hua's eyes were like a hawk searching for its prey, her tone gradually becoming more cunning.

"Well? What does this have to do with you, Miss Lan Hua?" Morrigan remained unperturbed, licking her lips as she spoke, looking as if she were savoring the moment.

"Of course we're related. Officially, I'm this guy's captain of guard; personally, I'm like an older sister to him; of course, I have to be wary of strange women getting close to him." Lan Hua's words were clearly barbed.

"Oh, I see, it's you, my elder sister." Morrigan deliberately emphasized the word "elder sister," "So, as you can see, after a night of physical intimacy, we've successfully graduated from being friends. Please, as an elder, bless us." Morrigan's tone remained calm, but her words were also barbed.

"What are you saying? I won't approve of your relationship. Please continue to treat him as a normal friend." Lan Hua also emphasized the word "normal.

" "Tch, what's with the swagger? She's just an older sister, nothing more." Morrigan looked disdainful.

"Yes, but there's no blood relation, and there is a physical relationship." Lan Hua's face turned slightly red, whether from arguing or because the words seemed a bit too much to her.

"Uh... I said, you two..." Seeing the tension rising, Zifang tried to intervene.

"Shut up!" "Stop talking nonsense!" But he was immediately silenced. Not pleasing either way, he then remembered that he seemed to have important business to attend to, so he quietly slipped away.

Slightly embarrassed, he arrived at the war council hall of the garrison. The Zuolong Guard had been waiting for a long time, and several staff officers and engineering officers were busy working on a map.

"I apologize, everyone, something has kept me waiting." Zifang said as he entered.

"Young Marshal, you're too kind. We just arrived." General Yu Xiaoqing smiled and invited Zifang in to take a seat.

"By the way, Young Marshal, I went back to Lisas for an alumni reunion the other day and brought you back a new toy." Taking advantage of the fact that the map wasn't ready yet, Yu Xiaoqing handed a box to Zifang.

Zifeng opened the box, inside was a revolver with a flintlock mechanism, exquisitely crafted, and seemingly a bit too large. "This is… the Korat Peace Defender? It seems a size too big." After a closer look, he asked.

"No, this is a new product from the Korat Arms Factory under the Tulip Company this year, model number M1500, nicknamed the Skull Crusher. It fires large .50 caliber metal bullets. Its power... at close range, it can take down even a large wild animal with a single shot. Against people, the effect is exactly as its name suggests." "Interesting, I really want to find a chance to try it out." "Young Marshal, General, the map is ready." An adjutant came over to remind Yu Xiaoqing and Zifeng while they were talking.

"Oh, business is important." Zifeng smiled, got up, and went to the map. Looking at it, his eyes lit up: the map was accurate and comprehensive, with all the information clearly presented. "That's why I wanted to command you in this battle. If it were any other unit, let alone such a beautiful map, they wouldn't even be able to produce a standard real-time field map,

" he sincerely praised.

"The red area is the current location where orc troops have been gathered. The blue areas here, here, and here are the defensive zones and reserve positions of our two armies. The yellow area in the middle is the current military buffer zone between the two sides' borders." The legion's chief of staff, Tang Ji, a stout middle-aged man, explained the map, his small eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

"Is the orcs' attack direction clear yet?" Zi Teng immediately asked him the question he was most concerned about

."Although it's not clear yet, judging from the enemy's assembly area, this is the only suitable place for a large-scale troop buildup and advance," Tang Ji said, pointing to a place marked as a river.

"Chagan River?" Zi Teng noticed it.

"Yes, our army has also deployed a significant defensive force in that area, but something's strange." Tang Ji seemed to have a hidden meaning in his words.

"What?" Zi Teng looked up at him.

"Normally, if you're trying to break through the defenses on such a wide battlefield, you should either concentrate your forces at one point or disperse them to attack from multiple points. The former has a greater impact, and the latter can disrupt the defenses. But so far, the orcs have only launched attacks in one area, and on a small scale." Tang Ji explained.

"So what's your conclusion?" Zi Teng nodded, clearly agreeing with his statement, and then asked further.

"Considering the orcs' unusually poor strategic acumen in past battles, we believe either they're testing our defenses, or they're... throwing out a smokescreen." Tang Ji hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

"You mean a diversionary tactic?" Zi Teng asked.

"Yes, although that's unlikely, one of our staff officers pointed out that the orcs might still attack from this area." Tang Ji pointed to another spot marked "Mengkang Valley." "This area doesn't seem suitable for troop concentration, but that's for us humans. For the orcs, this jungle environment might not be a problem." He explained.

Zi Teng stared intently at that spot, and the others fell silent. After a while, he looked up. "In that case, let's draw out the orcs' main attack direction." He smiled confidently.

"Which unit is defending the Mengkang Valley?" he asked, turning around.

"The 2nd Division of the 1st Army," Yu Xiaoqing replied after asking his adjutant.

"Have them set off immediately, march across the border at full speed, and capture this place." Everyone's gaze followed Zifang's finger to a point on the military buffer zone on the map.

"Wabang Highlands…you mean…" Yu Xiaoqing looked at the location thoughtfully.

"That's right. Look, this highland controls all the main roads in the Mengkang River Valley. Even if the orcs can gather their forces in Milin, they still need roads for a large-scale advance. If their main attack direction is indeed this area, there will definitely be troops stationed near Wabang Highlands, and they won't be unresponsive to our occupation of the highlands." Deploying specific battle strategies took considerable time, so much so that lunch was hastily finished in the meeting hall. By the time everything was arranged, it was already afternoon. Zifang returned to his room and found that Momoragan was gone, leaving only Lan Hua, who still seemed somewhat displeased.

"Um…um…Sister Lan Hua, where is Miss Momoragan?" he asked cautiously.

"She went back," Lan Hua replied, her tone suggesting her mood wasn't as bad as her face.

Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief. "By the way, Sister Lanhua, I need to go to the front." He changed the subject.

"The front..." Lanhua was taken aback, but quickly realized what he meant. After all, they had known each other for so long, and she knew very well that Zifeng had a bad habit of rushing to the front lines during wartime. "When are we leaving? I'm going to assemble the guards," she asked.

"No need, riding a horse is too slow and too unsafe." Zifeng shook his head, then led Lanhua to a secluded clearing deep in the courtyard. Lanhua, wondering what he was up to, tilted her head as he took out something that looked like a gemstone, a rather adorable expression of confusion on her face... A minute later, a black magic-powered mech took off from the clearing and quickly disappeared into the horizon.

"..." Lan Hua's breathing was a little rapid. The cramped and dimly lit space made her instinctively uneasy, but the more important reason was that the space was too small. She could only sit on Zi Teng in a position like embracing each other. In this position, she could clearly feel her lower body being pressed tightly against a hot, dark penis—although Zi Teng's body couldn't move, his instinctive physiological reaction was still there.

"Speaking of which, Sister Lan Hua, you look really unexpected today." Zi Teng also sensed the situation and tried to start a conversation to ease the awkwardness.

"Hmph! It's all your fault. I thought... this time it would finally be just me by your side, but then another woman came along..." Lan Hua turned her head awkwardly, her voice also a little hesitant, as if she was shy.

"Is that so... but you're quite cute like that too. I never expected it, compared to your usual self.

" Zi Teng smiled.

"Idiot... I'm a woman too, of course I have this side to me." Lan Hua poked her head in the dirt, then seemed to suddenly remember something, "Speaking of which, you said you can't move anything except your face, right?" she suddenly asked.

"Yeah? What's wrong?" Zi Teng didn't know what she was up to.

"Well..." Lan Hua's face turned even redder, but her expression seemed very happy. She sat up slightly, then removed the parts between her legs from her skirt armor, and then... she actually pulled her underwear down a little.

"Eh? Sister Lan Hua, you don't mean..." Zi Teng was taken aback, because Lan Hua then started to undo his pants, and what she was going to do was almost obvious.

"Hehe... Usually it's you... This is a rare opportunity..." Although she was still a little shy, Lan Hua also showed a rare and quite cute mischievous expression, "Anyway... today, I... want to try being a little naughty too." She said with a blush.

As her pants were pulled down, the erect penis, already poised for action from the previous physical contact and friction, emerged. Without hesitation, Lan Hua grasped the hot shaft. The stiff, throbbing penis, once encased in her small hand, began to throb violently.

"Even though it can't move, it's quite energetic here." Seeing the violently vibrating shaft unable to settle comfortably in her palm, Lan Hua's face flushed even more, but she still tried to match the frequency of the penis's vibrations with her palm, attempting to stroke and rub it.

"Wait… Sister Lan Hua… slower… this feeling…" Although it was just basic rubbing and stroking with her palm, the speed and force were not great, but Zi Teng's nervous system, connected to the body's control system, seemed to be in a state of hypersensitivity, so much so that the resulting pleasure made his voice tremble slightly.

"Hmm… is it comfortable?" Lan Hua continued to carefully service the penis, asking softly with some embarrassment.

"Lan... Sister Lanhua... slower..." The excessive stimulation made Zi Teng feel dizzy and confused, and soon he didn't even have the strength to refuse. Unable to move or speak, all he could do was make sounds of ecstasy and panting.

"Really... so comfortable?" Lanhua was a little surprised.

"Then... of course! Of course it's comfortable!" Perhaps because of the confined space, the lewd friction sounds were particularly loud.

Lanhua closed her eyes shyly and carefully moved the penis back and forth. The hot penis was deeply inserted between her soft fingers, and her fingertips unconsciously flicked and rubbed the glans with the movement, making Zi Teng's body and penis tremble together.

"Ah? Oh no! If this continues, could it be..." The trembling reaction of his body was faithfully transmitted to his body. Because of the vibration, Zi Teng became slightly more awake and had a bad premonition.

But Lan Hua, already aroused, clearly didn't care about any of that. Her eyes, now wide open with lust, gleamed as she stopped what she was doing, panting. Then, she immediately turned, assuming a prone position, presenting her smooth, rounded buttocks, now completely exposed from the removal of her protective skirt, towards the wisteria. A faint, clear fluid oozed from her sparsely pubic hair-covered vulva.Although it was rare for Lan Hua to take the initiative in such a matter, wouldn't things go wrong if things continued like this? Zi Teng's last shred of reason reminded him of this. "Zi... Sister wants... me..." However, the next moment, Lan Hua's sweet, pleading voice completely shattered that last bit of reason. Already unable to think clearly, he now clearly felt a sweet, numbing sensation rising between his legs, his taut, swollen penis yearning for the soft, sweet honeyed orifice! "Then... I'm coming..." Lan Hua closed her eyes again, and then, somewhat impatiently, moved her high, plump buttocks, grasping her throbbing penis with one hand, carefully completing the final calibration.

"In...in!" At first, it was a slow insertion, but due to the small space and the vibration of the machine, it eventually became a sudden, all-out thrust. The sudden feeling of fullness made Lan Hua dreamily throw her head back and moan.

"Ugh...Lan...Sister Lan Hua..." Surrounded by the soft flesh, Zi Teng's sensitive nervous system was almost instantly torn apart by the multiplied, chaotic pleasure. He stared wide-eyed and breathed heavily.

"Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...Zi...you...fill me up..." "Mmm...so tight...Sister Lan Hua's...so tight...it feels a little...too good..." After being fully inside, Lan Hua's back arched upwards involuntarily. She gripped the armrests of the seat with both hands and frantically swallowed and released Zi Teng's penis with her honey hole due to the rhythm of the machine's vibration.

"Lan...Sister Lan Hua...it's so good! So comfortable!" Although there had been no foreplay, the inside of Lan Hua's honey hole was already hot and slippery.

"Ugh... Ahhh... Deeper... Please go deeper!" The intense thrusting caused by the vibrations of the machine made the suction of her vagina even stronger and more rapid. Lan Hua shook her head violently, panting heavily. This frenzied and devoted posture made Zi Teng almost unable to believe that she was the same person as the usually reserved Lan Hua!

"No, I can't take it anymore! I'm about to..." The amplified pleasure surged up her spine from her lower body, then coursed throughout her entire body. Her immobile body, unable to release the pent-up pleasure, only intensified the buildup and explosion of the sensations, until soon Zi Teng felt her whole body involuntarily spasm.

"It's okay! I can just ejaculate... Ahhh... Ejaculate inside! Just inside!" Lan Hua continued to thrust wildly; she couldn't stop, or at least she didn't want to stop.

"Wait, wait..." Zi Teng suddenly resisted, not because of the imminent ejaculation, but because he realized he seemed to be gradually losing control of his body.

"No, no! Wait... Ah! Sister... Sister, I... can't wait any longer!" But in that instant, Lan Hua's honey hole suddenly contracted and tightened, the warm, wet walls squeezing the penis forcefully, almost squeezing it violently, with squelching sounds of lustful fluid, the exquisite tremors constantly whipping the surging torrent within the penis.

"But... but... Ah! It's coming! I'm coming!" Zi Teng, his whole body trembling violently, was powerless to stop anything, and could only let Lan Hua swallow his penis to the deepest part of his honey hole again, and then, under the pressure of the hot walls, he freely released his white, cloudy liquid.

"No! I... I'm going to cum too! Ah!" Savoring the heat and hardness of the final thrust of the penis and the gushing, scalding ejaculate, Lan Hua was also brought to orgasm. She cried out ecstatically, her head held high, as copious amounts of lewd fluid surged and rushed between the penis and her vaginal walls.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Just as the two were still panting in their orgasms, Zi Teng suddenly found herself able to move, but this was accompanied by a piercing alarm and a warning window projected onto her retina: "Soul connection system abnormally disconnected, all systems forcibly shut down." And a feeling of weightlessness as she plummeted.

"This... this is it!" ...

Just as Zi Teng was experiencing this "plane crash," a vanguard force of 400 light infantry, 100 cavalry, and a fire support group with four light artillery pieces, led by Mi Long, Chief of Staff of the Second Division of the First Army, had already appeared in the woodlands near the Wabang Heights. As dusk fell, Mi Long, hiding behind a weeping willow, clearly saw the orc banners fluttering on the mountain through his binoculars.

However, there was no unusual activity; the mountain seemed to be asleep—a sudden downpour had forced both the highland garrison and the patrolling orcs to take shelter. Seizing this opportune moment, Mi Long decisively gave the order to attack.

Three hundred lightly armed infantrymen quietly ascended the high ground, and an hour later they reached the orc garrison's front line. The orc soldiers were sheltering from the rain in their tents. The Yanhuang army's light infantry pounced, thrusting bayonets at them. Most orcs died instantly, and those who weren't killed fled in disarray in the heavy rain, scattering into the darkness.

Just then, the rain stopped, and the orc camp in the night was completely exposed to the Yanhuang army. Mi Long ordered all four of his cannons to bombard the center of the camp—the first shot fired by the newly established Zuolong Martial Guard in its initial battle.

Caught off guard by the surprise attack, the main orc garrison was also caught off guard. The Yanhuang army bombarded the camp with dozens of cannon shots for a full hour before the infantry stormed through the gates.

The orc camp was in complete chaos, but some orc soldiers managed to react and charge back. The lightly armed grenadiers, unable to utilize their muskets effectively in the melee, were almost pushed back.

Realizing the situation was dire, Milong immediately ordered his cavalry to join the charge. The well-equipped semi-heavy cavalry, wielding their familiar sabers, swarmed and hacked, finally suppressing the orc counterattack.

The fierce battle lasted for more than ten minutes. The chaotic orc defenders suffered heavy losses, and, unable to ascertain the enemy's strength in the darkness, they quickly abandoned their main high ground position and hastily retreated to a gentle slope in the southeast corner.

Before the orcs could even catch their breath, countless torches lit up the high ground. This time they saw clearly: a large group of well-equipped human soldiers charged down upon them, shouting as they advanced. In no time, after abandoning their weapons, the wounded, and the dead, the orcs were driven off the high ground, scrambling back into the jungle on their own side of the border.

At dawn, the orc army, recovering from the chaos, began to counterattack the captured Waban Highlands. However, they soon discovered that their opponents were dressed differently from ordinary Yanhuang soldiers: simple uniforms, gleaming breastplates and helmets. These strangely dressed Yanhuang soldiers carried a large red banner embroidered with a golden dragon, a mythical creature of the Yanhuang people, writhing on the red banner, shimmering in the morning glow—after a night of forced march, the main force of the Second Division had reached the high ground.

The vanguard commander was Garros. A powerful, brown-skinned orc, riding a giant wolf, brandished his battle axe and led the charge. However, on the opposite high ground, a commander appeared simultaneously—Meng Fan, commander of the 2nd Division. This officer, slightly lame due to injury, stood openly on the high ground, brandishing a sharp sword, facing off against his opponents below.

Like their unfamiliar equipment, the human force's firepower was equally unexpected for the orcs. The orc infantry, charging out of the dense forest, suffered heavy casualties when they were still nearly a hundred meters from the high ground.

After their infantry was stalled, the orcs even risked pushing their catapults closer to the high ground, and a fierce exchange of fire ensued. In the intervals between the bombardments, the orcs launched several attacks, but all failed; the firepower on the high ground seemed to be intensifying—the human heavy artillery battalions, which had lagged behind their main force, were also gradually deployed.

More and more guns and cannons rained down on the orcish catapult positions and charging infantry, turning the area below the high ground into a sea of fire. Although the orcs continued their desperate charge, their shouts gradually faded—piles of corpses lay beneath the high ground…

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