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[FMMIKA] Chapter 315: Take the Field
🕑 Added 2023-12-03 19:03:05 +0000 UTC"Not enough, not enough, not enough!"
Despite being an epoch-making powerful army, under the rule and strength of the King of Conquerors, coupled with the strategies of his military strategist and the attack formations, the army of Artorius was still defeated.
However, the victorious Alexander did not feel any joy.
"Is this all you've got? Where are you Artorius? Come and fight me yourself!"
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Meanwhile.
After compiling the information, Artorius concluded.
"Regular armies won't stand a chance." He muttered to himself. "His army can regenerate as long as there's enough magical energy. I'm sure those Macedonian generals I defeated earlier have returned to his command. In that case, there's only one option. I'll personally take the field and cut off the head of the King of Macedonia myself."
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"I'm counting on you, Teacher." Artorius turned to Scathach. "I'm assigning Mash and Ritsuka to your command."
"Go attack Egypt, attract as much attention from the Macedonian army as possible."
"Do you want me to hold back a bit... or go all out?" Scathach asked calmly.
"No need, do whatever you want."
"Since you say so..."
After hearing Artorius, Scathach revealed a pleased and dangerous smile. It was the unique joy of a warrior when facing the impending chaos of war.
"I'm counting on you, Teacher."
Artorius nodded, fully trusting his teacher to handle the situation in Egypt.
While Ptolemy was indeed a competent commander, if both sides led tens of thousands of troops into battle, Scathach would likely be no match. After all, when she and her sister led armies into battle, it was a fairly even match.
However, now it was a Divine Spirit versus a Servant.
Scathach was currently at her peak, entering the battlefield as a warrior and dominating. Ptolemy, on the other hand, appeared as a Servant under the influence of Alexander's Noble Phantasm, unable to fully unleash his strength.
With one factor added and another subtracted, the outcome was clear. Artorius couldn't help but hope that Ptolemy wouldn't meet a too miserable end.
"It's also time for me to act..." He stood up and spoke calmly.
"Help, Artorius, please!"
Ignoring Ritsuka's plea, who was being dragged away by Scathach, Artorius, with a gaze flickering with the flames of battle, prepared to face Alexander on the battlefield.
"I won't lose to anyone."
With such determination and fervor, in the next moment, Artorius Pendragon appeared amidst the mountains of Cilicia.
With his will, automated factories and shipyards instantly appeared in the province of Cilicia. Numerous warships and magic puppet soldiers began mass production. Helmets, armor, spears, and large shields in hand, they systematically launched an attack on Syria.
A coordinated assault by land and sea.
With a single thought from Artorius, the empire mobilized a fully armed force of 200,000 soldiers to launch an attack. Such efficiency, such power—if it were an ordinary war, whether it be Persia, Rome, or the Huns, powerful nations around the world would suffer heavy losses.
But Alexander was different.
After crushing a Roman army in Armenia, Alexander led his forces non-stop to Syria, taking command from Seleucus.
At this point, the empire army had already penetrated Syria, demolishing the Macedonian fortress guarding the mountain pass. They then swept through the north of Syria, capturing the important cities of Antioch and Aleppo.
After that, the empire army was splitting forces, one marched east directly towards the vital city of Seleucia on the Tigris River, while the other headed south, the spearhead directly aiming for Damascus.
"Amazing, truly amazing! This kind of military strategy is simply unbelievable. How did he manage to pull it off? His military thinking and command methods are unlike any commander I've ever known. Is this the warfare technology from the future? Is this really from the future?"
"Yes, exactly."
In front of the excited Alexander, his strategist nodded calmly.
"In the future, due to advancements in mobilization, communication, war tactics, and mobility, war no longer follows the classical model of launching attacks along major traffic arteries or concentrating armies together. Instead, millions or even more are organized into clusters, continuously advancing along thousands of kilometers of front lines. Because of strong communication and mobility, tens of thousands can control the frontline hundreds of kilometers wide. And with powerful logistics supply, the army's mobility is no longer limited to major traffic arteries."
"I see, that's how it is, that's the future way of war, the future way of war, hahaha..."
Hearing his strategist's explanation, Alexander nodded repeatedly and then laughed with joy, as if all of this were something delightfully entertaining.
"We are now at a complete disadvantage, Your Majesty. What will you do next?" The strategist calmly asked. "As long as they advance, with their mobility and communication capabilities, they will continuously encroach upon our territory. We won't even be able to locate where they are, and we'll be in a situation of running out of ammunition and supplies, surrounded on all sides. This is a problem that neither I nor you can solve. It's almost like a checkmate."
"What to do next? Of course, launch a preemptive strike!"
Even in such dire circumstances, Alexander showed no signs of discouragement or giving up.
"You mean..."
"Abandon all regular troops! They won't be of any help. I only need 'my army' to follow!"
Since victory on the conventional battlefield was unattainable, Alexander decided to win by surprise, just like in the Battle of Gaugamela!
Drawing his sword, he pointed it directly at Damascus.
"Here, we attack here!"
"This is..."
"The enemy's central command!" Alexander declared confidently.
"But our scouts..."
In terms of intelligence work, Macedonia's capabilities were probably not even one-tenth that of the New Roman Empire. Whether it was telegrams, communication magecraft, reconnaissance planes, or special forces, the empire could outperform the Macedonians in every aspect of intelligence.
So, only Artorius knew Alexander's possible location, not the other way around. That's why the strategist made that statement.
"He must be there!"
Without any warning or reason, it was just a 'feeling' or 'instinct'.
"Charge over, take down that man, and we'll win this war!"
"But..." The strategist hesitated.
"Let's go, Bucephalus!"
Before the strategist could persuade Alexander to be calmer, more cautious, and think more, Alexander had already mounted his horse and galloped towards Artorius's perceived location.
"Hahhh..."
Watching this scene, the strategist could only sigh and shake his head helplessly. Then, like a disabled person, he sat on an automatic wheelchair and quickly caught up.
