Chapter 152: (1) March of Nightmares

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I'm dying from work, but somehow I'm still alive.

- ワイアード

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10 km from the 1st Trench Line

Right after a life-risking river crossing, the remaining total military strength of 250.000 advanced toward the city of Harlow, a location symbolic of the "capture of the rook and knight" in the conquest of the Sahenantis Empire, with the magical armored division leading the charge. Naturally, this advance was made with the expectation of a clash at the enemy's defensive line ahead.

"FORWAAAAARD!! ATTAAAAAACK!! THIS IS A HOLY WAR, WE ARE JUSTICE!!"

The commanders of the battle shouted fiercely, inspiring their soldiers as they advanced. The bravely charging soldiers were met with a fierce barrage of enemy artillery, and one by one, they fell to tragic deaths.

BOOM!! BOOM!!

"AAAAAAGHK!!!"

"AAAAAUGH!!!"

BOOM!!

The enemy's field artillery—155 mm howitzers of the JGSDF—rained down relentlessly on the ground. With deafening explosions, the earth was torn apart, obliterating the soldiers near the impact points with their limbs being torn off. Those fortunate enough to die on the spot, and those less fortunate suffered mutilation of limbs, severe abdominal wounds from the blast, and ultimately died in agony.

"MY LEEEEEEEG—!"

"Someone... please... kill me... please..."

The unfortunate Lemurian soldiers who survived the artillery blasts cried, pleading to their comrades as they collapsed, unable to escape their suffering. Their fellow soldiers could only glance at them with pain or turn away, unable to help, not even the medics who were forbidden from providing aid. All they could do was silently pray for their comrades to pass as quickly as possible without further suffering.

Although there were 250.000 troops, most of them were light infantry with minimal firepower. This was a desperate tactic by the Lemurian military, sending all soldiers in a single push. However, overwhelming numbers should never be underestimated. To counter the desperate attack from the enemy's defensive units, the Lemurian forces spread their troops widely in continued assaults. Additionally, the magical armored division's landships were strategically positioned to shield the soldiers.

"Avoid clustering together as much as possible, but don't get too far from the landships!"

"We don't know where enemy machine guns might be firing from, stay alert!!"

The infantry units, desperately trying to evade the enemy's artillery, continued to run behind the tanks for cover. However, the 155 mm howitzers plowed through the Lemurian Cieluva V lights and Havary III heavies, destroying those landships completely.

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

"NGAAAAH!?"

"Dammit! This is—"

BOOM!! DODOOOOOOOON!!

"Th-the track's been hit—"

DOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

The landships of the Lemurian army were in a miserable state after being struck. They came to a halt, flames erupted as fuel ignited from the hatches and gun barrels, shooting out fiercely, turning the interior of the vehicle into a hellish oven in an instant. The panicked infantrymen hurriedly moved away from the destroyed tanks, continuing their advance regardless.

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