The industrial district in the east of Ruoslaina city was once the pride of the Elf Empire. To establish this district, the elves spent countless Gold Coins.
Those towering factories once operated tirelessly day and night, providing a continuous stream of goods for this ancient empire and creating powerful war machines. But now, only ruins remain, with thick smoke billowing like a human hell.
The heavy artillery of the Tang Army bood without pause; each shell was like the scythe of death, reaping the elves’ last will to resist.
Among these artillery pieces were the 240-milliter self-propelled mortars, whose range was not particularly far, but whose power was dreadfully terrifying. With one hit, they could destroy an entire factory building, striking fear into the Elf Troops defending these factory structures.
Stationed at the already destroyed Eastern Power Plant were the City Defense Forces’ 1st Division, a unit infamously known for always garrisoning Ruoslaina, ford personally by Emperor Poplar The First. At this critical mont, so soldiers from this division were huddled behind the shattered barricades, desperately resisting the steel torrent of the Tang Army.
"Damn you, Tang dogs! If you have the guts, co on through! Even as a ghost, I’ll never let you go!" yelled an elf soldier with blood-stained face, despairing because he couldn’t see a single trace of the Tang Army.
The attacking Tang Army preferred demolition via heavy artillery, and seemingly had no interest in the outdated machinery from the Elf Factory Zone.
"Save your strength; they can’t hear us anyway," a veteran beside him said with a bitter smile, patting his shoulder, and holding a half-rolled homade cigarette in his mouth: "Looks like armored vehicles will be coming soon, we might have to retreat. Check your ammunition and take what you can!"
"Retreat today, retreat tomorrow; we already lost the train factory, and the second automobile production plant yesterday... If we lose the power plant, where will we go?" The young soldier thought the veteran was a coward; they should hold their ground here, and His Majesty The Emperor would soon send reinforcents to turn the tide.
Thus, he continued, "His Majesty will never abandon us! We are the last hope of the Elf Empire! As long as we hold the power plant, we can win more ti for a counterattack."
"Child..." The veteran shook his head helplessly, knowing Carlos was only deluding himself. The onslaught of the Tang Army was too ferocious; their resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, rely increasing casualties.
If there really were reinforcents, or if a counterattack could truly be organized, then it wouldn’t be possible for enemies to have pushed this far into Ruoslaina.
Even the elite million troops of the Elf Race couldn’t withstand the enemies, so how could these City Defense Forces possibly resist?
Just then, a shell scread as it landed on the barricades nearby, the sharp sound seeming to pierce everyone’s eardrums, followed by a blast wave that lifted the entire barricade into the air.
The speaking elf soldier, like many others, didn’t even leave behind a corpse; the pit on the ground was roughly ten ters in diater...
The defense line of City Defense Forces’ 1st Division had already collapsed. With the onset of the Tang Army’s advance, more and more elf soldiers laid down their weapons, erging from their hiding ruins, raising their hands to surrender to the Tang Country troops.
They had exhausted their ammunition, and in the past few days had received no food or dical supplies. Their resources were depleted, and every one of them was in dire condition.
Every surrendering elf soldier looked the sa: slightly malnourished, lips dry, face gaunt, speaking weakly, even ntally sowhat dazed.
And as the Red Dragon Flag of the Great Tang Empire rose slowly over the ruins of the Eastern Power Plant, the resolve of the Elf Guards collapsed instantly.
"Surrender! We surrender!" The mood of despair spread like a plague among the elf soldiers, and more and more soldiers discarded their weapons, kneeling in the pools of blood, awaiting the judgnt of fate.
The advance of the Tang Army was like a raging storm, unstoppable, and the once-glorious Elf Empire now only had a pile of smoking ruins left.
The Tang Army, having occupied the Eastern Power Plant, quickly launched an attack towards the civilian areas east of Ruoslaina.
At this ti, the scene in the east slums of Ruoslaina city was different. A large number of elf civilians were gathered there; they had no weapons and no ans to resist, only able to desperately huddle together, praying for the war’s shadow to lift soon.
"Mom, I’m hungry..." A skinny little girl weakly tugged at her mother’s tattered clothes. They hadn’t had a proper al for several days, hiding there only because they had nowhere else to go.
"Child, wait a little longer, just a little longer..." Tears flowed uncontrollably from the mother’s eyes as she held her daughter tightly, as if it could shield her from all hardship.
"Let’s surrender! Tang people won’t kill civilians!" A desperate voice rose from the crowd. Soone took out a pamphlet hidden in their bosom, which clearly stated that the Tang Army wouldn’t trouble innocent elf clan mbers.
When the Tang Army didn’t attack, many people were skeptical about these pamphlets. They thought humans were certainly ill-intentioned towards elves, worried they would be persecuted and slaughtered by humans.
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