Although the colonial coalition forces were always preparing for war, the real battle did not start on the same day.*The Academy had already entered the battlefield in the afternoon. The Elf Army carefully chose to temporarily camp and rest, and at the same time contacted the naval fleet - they did not expect the decisive battle to explode on the beach.

The night before the decisive battle was so quiet that it was strange. It was fine if the elves with poor vision at night and even night blindness were not allowed. The colonial coalition clearly had a large number of dark elves with dim vision and could move freely in the gloomy underground cave, but they had no intention of night attacks or harassment. The scouts of both sides fought in the jungle on a very small scale, causing only single-digit casualties, but did not obtain any meaningful information.

The Elf Army did not engage in large-scale night harassment. On the one hand, it was not familiar with night wars, and on the other hand, it was not enough manpower. If the necessary left-behind troops were deducted, the Elf Army that came to the decisive battle had only about 8,000 troops. If too many troops were used for the night attack, it would affect the decisive battle the next day.

And the colonial coalition...

"Let the dark elves under the two bishops Isabella and Tanice attack at night? Please, you really take my foolish words seriously!"

Feiri looked at Karthas who came to make suggestions in surprise, with his eyes wide open. After confirming that the other party was not here to joke, he finally spread his hands and told the truth.

"These dark-skinned girls are indeed born with dark vision, but what's the use? They have neither learned the skills of stealth of thieves, nor know how to sabotage, but only know how to fight face to face, and this is a side job, and their main business is to torture people! When walking, they are even more like elephants, and even dead people can jump out of the coffin... Instead of relying on them, it's better for you to fully utilize your potential and try to summon a meteorite or a demon, or something..."

"If I had this ability, I would have become a great arcane again! Is it necessary to get angry in this ghost place?"

***

After spending a less stable but also less tense night, the first hunch of sunshine in the early morning finally passed through the stacked red clouds with difficulty, illuminating the desolate gray and yellow beach. The sharp military horn of the academy immediately resounded throughout the fields, awakening all the soldiers who were still half awake and half dreaming with guns.

The officers who stayed up late at work rubbed their sleepy dark circles and beat the orderly soldiers to the officers' cafeteria to get their own portion of broth, milk).:. The soldiers lined up in front of the cook's pot, and ate hard bread with pickles and soup. Because it was breakfast before the war, each person got a little more bacon or sausage.

Although the food is simple, everyone eats it very delicious. Because the bloody battle is about to give birth, many people here are destined to be unable to smell the fragrance of supper.

After breakfast, soldiers entered the post one after another, and Feili rode an ugly subway cockroach and patrolled back and forth in the position. Although these six-legged things were ugly, they were very suitable to walk on the positions covered with gullies. It seems that bionics also have its own unique value.

Beside him, the engineers were nervously repairing the fortifications. The artillery was lifting the foggy-proof cannon suits from the artillery and shouting trumpets to push these stupid guys to the position. Generally, soldiers were busy checking guns and gunpowder, and the ammunition boxes transported from the logistics carriage were piled up like mountains behind the position. The financial personnel carried boxes filled with gold coins and gave special military pay to the soldiers who were about to be killed. Everyone carefully put the money into their close-fitting small wallets and prayed to their own beliefs, hoping that they would have the chance to use them alive.

However, Feili could not see much morale from the faces of these soldiers. They either looked dull, had a blank expression, or were pretending to be relaxed and joked. However, their trembling legs and stiff facial muscles betrayed their inner fear. Although they would not escape at the last minute, it seemed unrealistic to ask them to die as if they were home.

It seems that I am far from talking about any famous general! Feili sighed in her heart.

For a person, there are many obstacles that are difficult to overcome if he wants to become a famous general. First, he must distinguish the truth. His vision and demeanor must be stronger than ordinary people; secondly, he must have tenacious perseverance and firm determination, and be able to persevere in difficult circumstances; again, he must be able to share the joys and sorrows with his soldiers. He has the ability to motivate morale; then he must have keen observation and judgment, and be able to quickly capture fighter jets on the ever-changing battlefield, and decide to escape or attack. *Academy must finally have superhuman luck, or the cooperation of his opponents.

Feili knew very well that he had some shortcomings in these aspects. His success was of considerable luck. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was famous. What's worse is that the army under a democratic system has never only one voice. Most soldiers have a relatively objective understanding of what kind of guy their commander is. This is not something that can be concealed by propaganda means. After all, these people are by your side.

"Before I am a powerful enemy, behind me are politicians, commanding soldiers who lack courage and combat skills, and I am not a hero that everyone hopes for." He murmured in a low voice, retelling the famous quotes brought from another world in his mind, and couldn't help feeling a little sad. His situation is so similar to that genius general, but do I have that kind of superb tactical ability?

He shook his head and stood up from the iron cockroach.

Then there is no way to make the subordinates shed blood. I at least want them to fight, and all that is waiting for us is destruction..."

...

Just as the soldiers lowered their heads to sort out their equipment and made their final preparations dejectedly, a slightly dull sounded, but it sounded a little dull. Although the sound was not loud, it was for everyone to hear it.

"A fierce battle is about to explode. Here, I don't want to talk about the significance of this battle, nor do I want to talk about illusory things like honors and beliefs. For you who are fighting here in blood, these empty terms have no meaning."

The soldiers looked up in shock and looked around. Their commander was standing on an iron cockroach and giving speeches to everyone using amplified magic.

"I know, you are all very scared. You are afraid that you will not see the sun tomorrow. I am also afraid, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Really, only those who cherish their lives will know how to care for others. If someone doesn't even care about their own lives, how can you expect him to think about other people's lives? For such an abnormal guy, I think there shouldn't be many people willing to work with them. Even the army that needs to kill and bleed is not a concentration camp for lunatics!"

—

A few soldiers laughed out loud, but most listened with a serious look.

“I know that many people are confused about the outcome of the battle, and so do I.

On the ever-changing battlefield, everyone cannot predict what will happen in the next moment. But, as the old saying goes, life is like a box of chocolate candies, and you will never know what you will taste. I think. The same is true for this battle. We don’t know what the outcome of the battle will be, but if we shake and give up, there will only be one result..."

Feili's voice continued to sound on the position, a little verbose, a little confused, and a very plain tone, without any passionate words. But all the officers and soldiers of the Giant Bear Legion were listening quietly.

"For the irrational future, I dare not say that I will definitely be blessed by the God of War. I just tell myself that when I do something, I will do my best to do it. I am very grateful that you have gathered under my command and got the best soldiers I can get. I have been doing my best to be your commander. Although I don't know if I have really done it, I know that you have done your best to do your best..."

The soldiers of the Giant Bear Legion straightened their waists and said nothing. Some even felt their noses sore and somehow shed tears.

"Although some results may not be changed. Just as people always have to die. But at least we can choose whether to die in a dignified manner or to be scared to death before going to the battlefield. I hope everyone can have the courage to face this upcoming challenge and survive with all the comrades around them. No matter what the future will be, we must do what we should do. Fate will give us a fair judgment. I hope that all of us can drink the wine of victory, and it will be over!"

The voice gradually became quiet. The commander in a pink robe also rode the iron cockroach back to the command center. The soldiers quietly wiped their gun barrels and bayonets, or raised engineer shovels, and tried hard to dig the trenches deeper. Their movements were still unfamiliar, but at least their eyes were much more firm.

...

"It's really good! I didn't expect you to be very good at boosting morale!" Feiri just returned to the simple command center built with wooden sticks and canvas, and saw Karthas applauding gently while greeting herself, "Although this pre-war speech is plain, it is better than those guys who talk about honor, belief, and ideals all day long!"

"Where is it just a feeling." Feili waved her hand quickly, answered very modestly, and then turned her head in a direction, "Is there any movement in the Elf Army?"

"Not yet." Scout captain Reinstein quickly came up to report. Since he was only concerned about currying Chairman Zena some time ago, he neglected Fili, the current boss in charge, and has been hit a lot recently. "They seem to be having breakfast and preparing, and there is no sign of attacking immediately."

Feili turned around and looked at the enemy formation in the distance and narrowed her eyes. The command center of the Giant Bear Legion was set on a tall sand dune, and the surrounding scenery was clear. From here, looking at the opposite side, smoke from the tents of the Elf Army was filled with smoke and horns, and teams of soldiers ran back and forth, but the attack formation was not arranged yet. In other words, the battle would take a while before it started.

He glanced around, and the familiar figures were busy with nervous and anxious expressions. The only regret was that the most familiar figure was still escorting supplies from the far back.

In the Hot Spring Valley, Port Emon, and in the City of New Demon Sobrey, Renee always follows him. Although most of her strategies and suggestions are fantastic, her martial arts and marksmanship are not surprising. But as long as there are those delicate and powerful arms on her shoulders, Fili will feel the warmth and strength in her heart...

However... this is not a good thing. If your lover is not around, it means you don’t have to worry about the other party’s safety while the fierce battle is in full swing. Feili tried hard to drive this sour feeling out of her heart, and at the same time she gave the first order today.
Chapter completed!