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Chapter 994 - 994 125 Classic Falling Into Water_3

994: Chapter 125, Classic Falling Into Water_3 994: Chapter 125, Classic Falling Into Water_3 Within the territories of a Major Noble, one could obtain equal rights and status to that of a Noble; however, once outside, they had no share in various political powers.

Others acknowledged them as Nobles if given face, otherwise, they were just common civilians.

Even when a Lord generously allocated fiefs, their political status remained unchanged.

“But they want us to commit murder…”

Before Baxter could finish his sentence, Scarface cut in, “Big brother, even bandits need to show loyalty when they join.

How can the Moxi People confer Nobility on us brothers who have no achievements?

You know, completing the task could lead to being conferred as Viscount, which means getting a city and several large towns as a fief!

By then, what will our brothers lack?

For a lifetime of wealth, we must fight for it no matter what.”

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“Once past the Steel defense line, it’s like returning to our homeland, but we don’t know how far the internal situation of the country has developed.

Pass the order down, everyone must speed up.

At this critical moment, we must join the operation to reclaim our lost territory!”

Marshall Boge spoke with unwavering determination.

However, the worry in his brow couldn’t be hidden no matter what.

One slip leads to eternal regret; had we known that we could counterattack and reclaim so quickly, we wouldn’t have rushed to escape.

There’s no remedy for regret in reality, and at that time, there was no sight of hope for the East-West War Hammer Kingdom.

According to initial estimates, most of the Northern Continent would fall, at best, only parts of Alpha Kingdom might hold out till the end.

In order to preserve the power to restore the nation, they had no choice but to order a retreat to save the living forces.

But plans always deviate from reality.

During the retreat, the Kingdom’s Army crumbled first, mixing a large number of deserters with refugees.

As long as they could successfully evacuate, a little unexpected event was nothing.

Unfortunately, the Moxi People stabbed them at the critical moment, forcibly conscripting the fleeing deserters.

The army, gone in an instant, and the chips for their nation’s restoration were nearly all lost.

They couldn’t appeal to the Human Alliance in time before the great counter-offensive era came.

The sudden turn of events forced them to both strengthen diplomatic relations and reorganize their armies to return and compete for dominance in the homeland.

This operation was half successful; the diplomatic relations progressed very smoothly, with all parties expressing support for their restoration.

As for the military, there’s no use in even thinking about it; they had long been sent to the frontlines as cannon fodder by the Moxi People.

Even if they wanted to retreat, they couldn’t.

Besides, they were worried that forcibly withdrawing the troops would cause the frontlines to collapse, bearing the blame for undermining the Allied Forces’ resistance against the Different Races’ invasion.

In haste, they assembled a ragtag force from the refugees and hurried back to their homeland to participate in the power struggle.

Deep down, Marshal Borg felt truly uncertain.

Many times, one must go forth even when riddled with anxiety.

Flying the flag of jointly resisting the Different Races, the Moxi People kept urging them to set out, leaving no room for refusal.

Once respected by his countrymen, the Marshal now bore a bad name due to the previous retreat, losing people’s hearts.

At least the armed organizations remaining in Warhammer Kingdom to resist didn’t have any good feelings towards these fleeing dignitaries.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

“Enemy attack!”

The sudden hail of arrows from both sides bewildered the troops.

This place was meant to be reclaimed, so how could there still be enemies?

Upon seeing the enemy clearly, Marshal Borg’s face drastically changed.

These were not Different Races, but plainly the Human Race.

With his astute political mind, he instantly realized the danger, asking subconsciously, “Who are you, and why are you ambushing us?”

He was met with an even fiercer offensive from the enemy, with no one answering his question.

Clearly, these were enemies who did not abide by Noble protocols, discarding even the most basic of courtesies.

From the weaponry used in the enemy’s offensive, Marshal Borg quickly recognized it as the standard issue of his own Kingdom, clarifying the identity of the attackers as members of the resistance organizations.

Internal power struggles are often more intense than external ones.

Unfortunately, getting in their way and provoking a deadly retaliation was quite normal.

Not following Noble rules, but the enemy wasn’t Noble in the first place!

Perhaps one day they would come out to maintain the rules, but that would have to wait until they became Nobles themselves.

“You bunch of bastards, picking a fight within at a time like this, do you want the Kingdom to perish?”

Roaring doesn’t solve the problem; from the moment they came to blows, it was a fight to the death.

“Kill!”

Marshal Borg ordered coldly.

With all his rage summoned up, at this moment, he thought no further, intent only on annihilating the enemies before him.

Around the same time, Major Nobles returning from abroad also faced similar attacks.

As if their movements were all within the enemy’s grasp, no matter which road they took, none could escape this massacre.

Some luckily survived, but many more lay dead on the battlefield forever.

As one of the few victors, after defeating the enemy, Marshal Borg sat down dejectedly in a bloodstained field.

His hands, smeared with each other’s blood, signaled that the Kingdom’s internal strife was escalating, leaving no possibility of reconciliation between the parties.

You should know, even when the East-West War Hammer Kingdom fought amongst themselves, no one resorted to such ambush tactics.

“Marshal, you must pull yourself together; otherwise, what will become of the Kingdom?”

The persuasion from the middle-aged officer brought out a wry smile from Boge.

The more he knew, the more troubled his heart became.