Munitions Empire-Chapter 1013 - : 935 a vast Empire
Chapter 1013: 935 a vast Empire
“It’s meaningless. Even if we have evidence, I don’t think we would bring it to light. Everyone would just pretend not to know, and that’s all there is to it.” The officer spread his hands, expressing his own view.
He had earned his position through some insight; under the strong presence of the Great Tang Empire, the Dahua Empire was unlikely to confront the Great Tang Empire over any breach of promise.
Because at this moment, the Great Tang Empire at least maintained a seemingly neutral stance on the surface. If they truly angered the Great Tang Empire, prompting the Great Tang to brazenly send troops to Fengjiang, the Dahua Empire would be completely doomed.
Under such circumstances, it’s not just about seeing a few snipers from the Great Tang Empire; even if they actually caught a few prisoners alive, and the prisoners confessed, the Dahua Empire would not make such matters public.
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“What are we stirring up turmoil for? Of course, it’s for a truth! An everlasting principle! All people with black eyes and black hair are the lost descendants of the Great Tang Empire! All lands under the feet of the descendants must return to the embrace of the Great Tang Empire!” Tang Mo, in front of his most trusted officials, firmly stated his ambition.
“All Tang People should be united under the flag of the Great Tang Empire! All Tang People should be protected by the sword of the Great Tang Empire! The whole world should listen to the voice of the Great Tang Empire! All Tang People are my subjects!” After Tang Mo finished speaking, without pausing, he continued, “From the sandy borders to the west of the Orc Empire to the crest of the waves in the Endless Sea, there should be only one voice of the Great Tang Empire!”
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This was the first time Tang Mo revealed his purpose to his officials. It was a vast ambition, a tantalizing vision of a great future.
Even during its most prosperous era, the Dahua Empire had not managed to unify the entire Chinese sphere—a monumental feat.
Everyone believed that since the upgrade of weapons and the rapid development of technology, no one could recreate the glory of the ancient mega-empires. But now, Emperor Tang Mo of the Great Tang Empire was ready to take up the challenge toward a grand goal.
This is an enormous challenge, one that no one has ever achieved before: if Tang Mo succeeded, the entire Western Continent would have only one Empire, one Emperor, one voice!
A vast Empire unprecedented in the world would emerge on the map, and the entire world would prostrate before it, trembling as it awaited the Emperor to lay down the new rules of the world.
What a magnificent future that would be, the few confidants of Tang Mo present couldn’t help but swallow their saliva at the thought.
“The money owed by Fengjiang is minor; as long as we support Zhao Yu to press on, then Fengjiang, Shanping, Guiguang, Sword Pavilion, and the southern storehouses will all eventually be annexed into the territory of the Great Tang Empire.” Tang Mo looked at the giant map hanging on the wall and laughed, “Once he becomes the Emperor of the Dahua Empire, he’s got debts to repay, right?”
“By that time, these war-torn regions will have become disillusioned with the Dahua Empire, and they will only remember the good we did for them, remember our support and help. With the Dahua Empire abandoning them, these regions will quickly integrate into the Great Tang Empire.” Nangong Hong said with pride.
This plan was his masterpiece. With support from the Fengjiang and the Sword Pavilion bridge, the Great Tang Empire’s control over Sword Pavilion and Fengjiang had strengthened like never before, leaving no room for Zhao Yu to refuse to cede these areas.
And after securing these areas, the Great Tang Empire would no longer hide its thirst for land—it would emerge in front of everyone in an unstoppable manner, redefining what it meant to be an “Empire.”
The Dahua Troops in both Shanping and Wanliang were not resting either. Under Zhao Jie’s direction, they were furiously attacking Guiguang, attempting to recapture this strategic stronghold.
If they regained Guiguang, then Sword Pavilion and the southern storehouses would be easy pickings, and the favorable situation in Fengjiang would be completely gone.
Therefore, the battle for Guiguang was just as fierce as Fengjiang’s. Three days after Fengjiang’s Military took control of Guiguang, Dahua Empire’s bombers paid a visit to the city.
Hundreds of old bombers dropped tens of thousands of kilograms of bombs over the city, which had a relatively low level of anti-air defense. Despite the majority of the Dahua bombers involved in the bombing being old biplanes, it was still the first time outside of the Great Tang Empire that such a scale of bombing had been launched by a nation.
The city center of Guiguang was ablaze during the day’s bombings, and numerous buildings were destroyed. Because most of the city’s buildings were old wooden structures, many of them caught fire during the bombing and continued to burn for days afterward.
It’s just a pity that Guiguang, heavily guarded by Fengjiang’s Military and personally overseen by Luo Xiao, was not going to be lost easily—how could there be any accidents in Guiguang?
However, if Guiguang could not be recaptured, then the Dahua Military’s offenses in Wanliang and Shanping would yield no gains, meaning the forces they had committed here would be completely wasted.
You see, in the last twenty days, support arrived from Fengjiang’s side: with Qian Jinhang’s effort in Sword Pavilion and the southern storehouses, about fifty thousand somewhat reliable Troops had already moved from Sword Pavilion to Fengjiang.
With the support of these 50,000 “Fengjiang Troops,” the forces defending Fengjiang became even more robust. Once the reinforcement troops had secured their defensive lines, Zhao Chen, who was only a stone’s throw away from Fengjiang, could only sigh as he gazed at the Fengjiang city district a few kilometers away.
He had attacked with all his might, but the enemy’s defense was indeed very tenacious. Both sides fought over the complex terrain back and forth, sometimes for two days and two nights without determining the victor.
What was most infuriating was that after a fierce battle for territory, the ground won might not even remain yours: the enemy would organize counterattacks, and the position you just secured could immediately be recaptured.
Moreover, after the initial panic, the defending forces in the direction of Fengjiang seemed to be getting increasingly accustomed to Dahua Empire’s shelling of Fengjiang.
At first, they tried to recapture some salients and push back the Dahua forces nearing Fengjiang. But later, their counterattacks focused more on eliminating the Dahua military’s living forces rather than sticking to striking Dahua’s protruding parts.
“Are you okay?” Seeing his spotter coming out of the treatment room, Cao Fei grinned and asked.
“Just keep laughing at me!” With his arm in a sling and draped in a coat, the spotter stood in front of Cao Fei and said, “Take care of the wounded and help me carry some stuff.”
As he spoke, he pointed to the things in the corner. Cao Fei didn’t hesitate; he went to help his spotter carry his backpack and rifle.
To tell the truth, their equipment was actually quite abundant. Although they had used up a smoke grenade, there was still a lot remaining.
Cao Fei wasn’t very tall, but he was strong. He carried most of the equipment for both of them and, just like that, returned to their camp with the spotter.
The number of Fengjiang troops nearby had grown because the front line had advanced about 2 kilometers towards them.
This had just happened; the Dahua Empire had mobilized 10 type-5 Tanks and gathered at least 20 type-3 Tanks to make a breakthrough in this direction, pushing forward a full 2 kilometers.
Compared with the results on the main attack front, the efficiency of this offensive by the Dahua Empire could be said to be at its peak. However, for Cao Fei and his companion, all this had lost its significance.
They were about to leave this small shelter because an order had come from above, asking all snipers of the Great Tang Empire to retreat into Fengjiang’s indoor areas and start the second phase of urban warfare sniper training.
When they received this training manual, Cao Fei and the others knew that the alley battles of Fengjiang were inevitable. They returned here to deal with their supplies, and inside this small shelter, there were still many items they were destined not to take with them.
These supplies could be destroyed directly as instructed; a fire could just burn them up, or if in a hurry, tossing a Hand Grenade would also do the job.
However, many Troops of the Great Tang Empire have a glorious tradition of leaving some things behind when they encounter civilians, especially when they come across civilians suffering from hunger and cold.
Cao Fei and his group happened to follow this tradition: When they saw that the treatment of soldiers fighting on the front lines in Fengjiang wasn’t actually that good, they decided to leave some of their supplies for the soldiers here.
Soon, many people on the defensive positions of Fengjiang’s troops knew about the two Tang snipers, dressed like beggars, were about to leave.
To be honest, they were very sentimental because their departure meant they would no longer get free filter cigarettes, nor taste candies and chocolates.
Of course, the dehydrated vegetables and chunks of meat that weren’t that tasty but indeed were meat would also be no more.
“This is our instant noodles, plus a few alcohol pads, don’t mind it being a little,” Cao Fei stuffed what he had into the hands of a Fengjiang officer who had come to see them off.
The Fengjiang officer shook his head with immense envy, “Don’t mind it, how could I! I’m so envious of you guys, even meat you can see.”
Not many countries in the world could guarantee that all their people had enough to eat, and the Great Tang Empire might be the only one. It was evident from what the common people ate and drank what the military’s rations were like. Obviously, Fengjiang fell somewhat short compared to Great Tang, even if their supplies were designated based on the standards of the soldiers of the Great Tang Empire, Fengjiang’s military supplies were not sufficient.
Getting a hold of some of the snipers’ leftover supplies meant his food and drink should be plentiful for the next three to five days. With this thought, the smile on the face of that Fengjiang officer became even brighter.
