Edge of the Apocalypse

Paradise Star.

A pair of boots embroidered with golden threads with the design of an auspicious beast stepped on a piece of scorched earth. The man in the luxurious robe had an ashen complexion and his two fists tightly clenched together. From the man's point of view, there was a ruin in front of him. It used to be a prosperous city. Its unique geographical advantages, coupled with the painstaking efforts of generations of leaders, made the city a resplendent pearl in the southern border of the empire. Especially after the battle between the princes, because this city was standing in the right line, its momentum was even higher. Now, however, it had turned into a ruin. Looking around, it was filled with broken tiles, thick smoke billowing everywhere, and almost no intact building. Especially the castle where the lord resided. It was once called White Castle, but now under the cannon fire, there was only a large amount of rubble and rubble left.

This city was called Ark Harbor.

After resisting the invaders for more than three months, it shed its last drop of blood and declared its demise. However, the invaders from the east did not get anything. They had paid an extremely heavy price for the ruins.

"Your Highness …" An officer knelt beside the man in a gorgeous robe.

"I want to be alone." The man said.

The officer sighed and lowered his head to retreat.

West Conqueror!

Originally known as King Anyang, he had specifically begged the Ninth Five-Year Sovereign to change his title to Pingxi in order to calm down the Western barbarians, so that those old people who looked down on him in the government and the public would be shocked. For this reason, apart from the troops sent out by the empire, he didn't hesitate to use up all of his family's resources and invest in a well-equipped private army. Originally, he was full of ambition, but he didn't expect that when he crossed the ocean, the stormy waves didn't stop him. Instead, they forcefully stayed in this seaport city for three months!

The Western barbarians did everything they could, first destroying the corridor to prevent his army from landing, and then using the cliffs as a barrier to defend. When he attacked Hai Guya and thought that he could flatten the city with one foot, the other side set up defenses and invested a large amount of manpower and material resources. From the outskirts of the city to the center, and then to White Castle, there were a total of 34 defensive lines. After all the defensive lines were broken, the city was naturally reduced to ruins. However, his army suffered heavy losses, especially since the private army had been reduced by 30%. Originally, in his calculations, this private army had to see the Barbarian Imperial Capital suffer a war loss, but unexpectedly, they had suffered a huge commotion here.

How could he not be annoyed by this?

How could he not be angry!

What annoyed him was that the barbarian was hateful, resisting desperately, destined to be unable to change the outcome, but he had to consume a large number of his troops, and in the end, both of them would be injured. The one who was furious was the other prince who ignored his battle situation. He should have fought together, but he randomly found an excuse and ran to another battlefield to kill all sides. It was precisely that so-called "pick all the weak persimmons and pinch all the weak persimmons".

That person was named King Jiwu.

He had become famous for a long time, and his combat strength and prestige were all above his own. The eight kings of the empire were also ranked as top three dragons and phoenixes. Although he was angry, he did not dare to say anything. He could only interrupt his teeth and swallow blood from his stomach. West Conqueror didn't dare to say anything, but that didn't mean that he didn't dare to complain. His eyes were filled with killing intent, and he had already greeted King Jiwu three hundred times in his stomach.

Now that the army was camping in an open space outside the city, they had to rest for a while before pushing further inland. Now that he had sent many scouts to investigate the enemy, West Conqueror could vaguely feel that there was an even greater threat after this city. From the previous three months of fighting, the enemy had been able to withstand waves of pressure, and it was clear that they had strong backup. As a result, the complacency that he had thought of before had now turned into a strong sense of worry.

The eight kings of the empire sent out three of them during this expedition. Apart from him and King Jiwu, there was also a Great Victory King. That prince was not as powerful as King Jiwu, but he was famous for his strength. Otherwise, he would not have won the title because he would win every battle. And here, he still hadn't suffered a single defeat. The army he was leading had already gone deep into his inner abdomen and was preparing to point the sword at the capital. Although King Jiwu did not expand as much as he did, he had already taken down a number of cities and was currently besieging the large city of Mosaio, which was located at the north-south border.

Only he, with his ambition and ambition, was stalled by the stubborn enemy, and even West Conqueror, which had only taken three months to take down an Ark Harbor, had not even taken a step inland. Every time he thought of this, West Conqueror was incomparably furious. He thought to himself that the momentum he had created with great difficulty was like the spring and winter snow that had completely melted away.

The more he thought about it, the more he hated these Western barbarians to the bone.

After resting for three days, the army moved towards the inland area behind Ark Harbor.

What surprised him was that the barbarians had actually given up ten towns of various sizes along the way, allowing him to occupy these towns without much effort. On the other hand, the towns have been evacuated. Not only that, but everything of some value had already been shipped away, let alone food and equipment. So West Conqueror took over more than a dozen towns in one go, but all he got were stones that he couldn't eat. At most, it had some symbolic significance.

However, this total breath relieved the burning eyebrows, so as to add a strong amount to his military contribution, so that he wouldn't lose an inch of merit in three months.

But it didn't feel so good anymore.

Pushing forward, West Conqueror saw a charred ground. The farmland and the forest were all burned down. He was dumbstruck when he saw this, and he grasped the strategy of the barbarians at the same time.

This was a suicide plan!

With this assumption, during the bitter battles of the previous three months, these Western barbarians had probably evacuated the residents of the dozen towns they had previously occupied and taken away everything they could. Then burn the fields and destroy the forests, destroying the crops that cannot be taken away rather than leaving them for food. This was to cut off their rations. After three months, they had already used up almost all the rations they had brought with them. Now that there were no crops, coupled with the burning of the forest to drive away the animals, it was very difficult to find food within a radius of a hundred miles. Then there was the weather. The weather had begun to turn cold. A large amount of wood was needed to make a fire at night. Whether it was heating or cooking, it was an essential fuel.

Now, the lack of crops and timber meant that soldiers could only shrink their clothes and cut back on food.

"Those damned fellows!" West Conqueror's furious shriek sounded from the tent.

The twenty or so officers in the tent were all worried. The enemy had put on a desperate scheme, and now they could only ask the other two princes for food. Otherwise, not to mention continuing to advance, it would be difficult to maintain the strength of hundreds of thousands of troops, and it would be an awkward situation in which there was no way to advance or retreat. A general said, "Your Highness, why don't you send a letter to King Da Sheng? King Da Sheng and the old king often talk about wine and pleasure. I want to borrow some food for a small favor, so he won't refuse."

West Conqueror also knew that his subordinates were giving him a step down. If he chose a person between the Great Victory King and King Jiwu to ask for help, he would not look at the expression of King Jiwu's old prince. He immediately nodded and said, "That's the only way to do it."

Suddenly, someone came in from outside and knelt on the ground. "Not good, Your Highness. The soldiers are poisoned. We suspect that something is wrong with the water source."

"What's going on?" West Conqueror was shocked. Only then did he cut off his grain and was poisoned again. It was really a wave after wave.

He lifted the tent and walked around the barracks. Sure enough, there were quite a few soldiers poisoned. After careful investigation, there was a problem with the drinking water. The water in the barracks was drawn from a nearby river. Apparently, someone had poisoned the upper reaches of the river, causing the soldiers to be poisoned after drinking it. The poisoned soldiers were all gathered together and treated by the military medical team. Fortunately, it was only diarrhoea. The lives of the soldiers were fine, but it still damaged their morale.

When West Conqueror returned to his tent, he couldn't even vent his anger.

After the Ark Harbor was razed, Dawn Castle became the frontline base for resisting the eastern invaders. A small half of the supplies from the southern border would be shipped into the city almost every day, and then distributed to the frontline cities after unified distribution. The three months of war at Ark Harbor could be said to have been extremely difficult. If it wasn't for Tie Song Ling and Edward sending people food, not to mention three months, they wouldn't have been able to last for even a month.

These three months had bought Edward precious time for his next series of plans. At Edward's insistence, Ark Harbor abandoned the latter towns. Even the neighboring towns under Edward's control were on the list of empty towns. Over a dozen towns and cities, hundreds of thousands of people evacuated in an orderly manner, bringing along grain, equipment, minerals, and other valuable items. To truly leave nothing behind, leaving only empty cities for the enemies of the Eastern Kingdom.

The next step was to destroy the fields, burn the forest, and then poison the water source, in order to deal the greatest blow to the morale of the enemy and pave the way for the following battles.

Everything was going according to Edward's plan.

Residents evacuated from Ark Harbor and other towns were housed in Dawn Castle and other cities, with food and clothing guaranteed. However, even so, leaving the city that he had lived in for a long time was still difficult for many residents to adapt to. This included Jorah. For this woman who grew up in Ark Harbor, she was lying on the bed in the VIP room of Dawn Castle, tossing and turning.

Orlando had already gone to the frontlines and was afraid that she would not be able to return today, so she looked out of the window at the strange city and sighed with emotion.

Originally, after the prince's battle in the future, she could calm down and be a good wife and mother. She didn't want the sudden appearance of the Eastern Dragon to turn all of this into a bubble. She had no choice but to put on her armor and protect their territory with her husband. In the past three months, there were familiar faces that couldn't fall asleep every day. From the sadness at the beginning to the numbness now, it would be better if she couldn't tell which one was better.

Now that her belly was slightly bulging, Orlando didn't allow her to continue fighting, so she stayed in Dawn Castle and became an ordinary woman who waved her flag for her husband who was fighting on the frontlines.