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"Boom boom..."
"Bang... bang..."
"Ahhh..."
The fierce roar of cannons, accompanied by the sparse gunfire of the rebel army, continuously bellowed, directly impacting the positions of the Firland rebels.
Dust and smoke billowed everywhere, obscuring the precise situation.
One could vaguely see rebels being unfortunately hit head-on by cannonballs, their bodies torn apart, bloody limbs flying, creating a gory scene that made one want to vomit.
On a small hill, two figures stood.
"Tsk tsk, fifty thousand people, what a terrifying formation..." Vinsmoke Niji's tone carried a hint of sarcasm as he looked at the rebel positions continuously being bombarded.
After a night of marching and resting, it was now the morning of the second day.
"Stop your boring antics in front of me, Niji."
Ichiji, in a red combat suit, stood with his arms crossed, calmly overlooking the smoke-filled battlefield. His white cape flapped loudly. He showed no intention of personally intervening.
In his early years, to improve himself, he endured one bloody battle after another, eventually earning titles like "Germa's Asura" and "Demon Spear."
At his current level, besides fighting true powerhouses, slaughtering more weaklings held no meaning or interest for Ichiji.
"Tsk..."
Niji pouted. Despite his displeasure, he "wisely" kept his mouth shut.
The "hierarchy" between them was established by their fists!
Over the years, in the eyes of him and Yonji, Ichiji, who was considered a "half-finished product," was the true monster!
The Firland rebels having an absolute advantage in numbers was something neither of them cared about. After all, they weren't fighting the Navy or a large pirate fleet; it was just a group of commoners who had picked up hoes and sickles.
But there was one thing that made Ichiji a little suspicious!
The South Blue was a "heavy disaster area" for revolutionary outbreaks. He highly suspected that the rebellion in this country might have the shadow of the Revolutionary Army within it.
No matter how bad the Firland Kingdom's army was, it shouldn't be so vulnerable. Tens of thousands of regular troops were routed by a group of temporarily assembled commoners, which was quite thought-provoking.
"Damn it! Our positions are mostly destroyed, their firepower is too fierce!!"
"We've long heard that Germa's technological power is astonishing. The sheer destructive power of their cannons is several times stronger than those equipped by the Royal Army; there's simply no comparison!"
"I never thought those royals and nobles would directly hire this 'Demon Legion' to suppress us. Damn them..."
The rebel high command was a mess, their faces covered in dirt. Many had narrowly avoided being hit by cannon fire, and they were all seething with rage.
"We can't go on like this. There are fifty thousand of us; we can bury them even by sheer numbers!" A rebel cadre gritted his teeth.
Even without heavy casualties, most of the rebels, composed of ordinary commoners who had never truly experienced such brutal scenes, were now filled with panic and terror. Their morale was low, and many had even deserted.
If they delayed any longer, a large portion of the army would likely flee.
With so many of them, even if it were just...
"Charge!!!"
"Everyone, don't be afraid! They are only a few thousand strong! Victory will surely be ours..."
"Charge straight through and kill these bastards!!!"
"Fight for freedom!!!"
"We will never again let those greedy royals and nobles do as they please!!"
Countless rebels, like a swarm of locusts, charged forward wildly, their momentum menacing.
From a distance, tens of thousands of people formed a dense, dark mass, indeed quite frightening, even making the Royal Army soldiers turn pale.
"Begin!"
Ichiji's gaze was cold. He took out the Den Den Mushi he was holding and gave the order directly!
"Yes!!"
"Load HR Model Shells..."
The captains of the Fifth and Sixth Squadrons, with solemn expressions, immediately relayed the orders.
Not long after, Germa warriors, with clean and sharp movements, carried out boxes labeled "HR" from the temporary ammunition depot. It was clearly what the captain had referred to as HR Model Shells.
"This wouldn't be... poison gas bombs, would it?"
The minister of the Firland Kingdom, standing nearby, felt his heart skip a beat. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted to stop them but, recalling the terrifying power displayed by His Highness Ichiji of the Germa Kingdom earlier, he dared not loudly protest. After a long pause, he managed to stammer out a clumsy excuse: "Wait, Captain Hody Jones, this... this does not comply with World Government regulations!"
If these truly were poison gas bombs, and they remained in the Firland Kingdom after the war, they would undoubtedly turn the area into a dead land. Or, if something went wrong and it affected the capital, the consequences would be unimaginable.
As for the World Government regulations, that was just a high-sounding excuse. As long as they could win the war, the Firland Kingdom could be preserved.
Although the World Government, at its inception, had reached an agreement with its various member nations that, unless a member nation was confirmed to be attempting to overthrow the government or disrupt world order, the World Government and its subordinate organizations and agencies absolutely could not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries.
The Firland Kingdom was one of the World Government's member nations, and this rebellion was also an internal affair of the kingdom. According to the agreement, the World Government certainly could not intervene freely.
Of course, loopholes always existed, but to get that greedy beast, the World Government, to act would require an enormous price. And what if the World Government sent troops and, finding an excuse, decided to permanently station them there?
No king wanted foreign troops stationed in his country, although that possibility was relatively small. This was why Angus IX had turned to hiring the "cheaper" Germa 66.
"Don't worry, this place is far from the capital, and a north wind is blowing, so it won't affect it..." Fifth Squadron Captain Hody Jones frowned, clearly aware of the Firland Kingdom minister's concerns. He was impatient but still explained: "And it's not fatal poison gas, just a strong tear gas."
Germa 66's research team possessed scientific capabilities second only to the Marine Science Unit of the World Government. Naturally, they had developed terrifying biochemical weapons, but it was almost impossible to use them in such mercenary wars.
Otherwise, even if they did help the employer win the war, turning the battlefield into a barren wasteland and potentially spreading poison gas to other regions, who would still dare to hire such an army to fight in their country?
"That's good then..."
The minister breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boom boom..."
A new round of cannon fire was unleashed.
Yellow smoke continuously billowed, directly engulfing the rebel army that was about to charge.
"Not good! It's poison gas bombs..."
The rebel high command's faces changed drastically, filled with alarm and fury!
"These despicable bastards, do they not dare to face us head-on?" A rebel general clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. He never expected Germa 66 to use poison gas bombs.
"We don't have gas masks; we'll be wiped out if this continues..."
"We can't hold out any longer; we must retreat immediately!!!"
The rebel high command grew anxious, flustered and uneasy, and quickly shouted to the vanguard that had already charged out: "All troops, retreat!"
However, it was already too late.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
"Boom... boom..."
Both those who had already charged ahead and those still in the rear positions were engulfed by the volley of cannon fire and mercilessly shrouded in the smoke...
"Ahhh..."
"Cough cough... My eyes, it hurts so much..."
"The tears won't stop, cough... this smoke is strange! Ah!!"
"Damn it, it's potent tear gas! Those Germa bastards are too treacherous..."
"Quick, retreat! We must leave here immediately! Ah!!!"
"..."
Countless rebels screamed, many dropping their weapons, painfully clutching their eyes, and rolling on the ground. A large-scale rout had begun.
"Kill—"
One by one, the Germa warriors, undaunted by death, swept through like a black torrent, crushing this so-called "elite army" of fifty thousand with irresistible force, continuously harvesting the rebels' lives.
These Germa soldiers had all donned gas masks from the very beginning, so they were naturally unaffected by the terrible yellow smoke.
"Gulp!"
"The war is completely one-sided..."
"Is this... a massacre?"
With the pale faces of the ministers and some of the Royal Army, Germa showed them what the legendary "Evil Army" truly was: a group of cold-blooded executioners who harvested lives, sending shivers down their spines.
Even fallen enemies, or those who could no longer resist, would be mercilessly dealt another blow or shot.
Cold-blooded, cruel, and utterly devoid of mercy!
The Firland Kingdom's Royal Army was simply not on the same level; this was not just a gap in firepower!
These were true demons!