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The Baraka River, once a natural barrier protecting Britannia from the Latvian Orc hordes, now bore the scars of war. The Bernard Empire's army, with their advanced tanks, artillery, and machine guns, had joined forces with Duke Farl's Britannian troops.

The Orc legion launched their attack again. Their war cries echoed across the battlefield, a chilling reminder of their savagery.

As the Orcs approached, the Bernard Empire's tanks roared to life. The T-72s unleashed a barrage of 125mm shells, their explosions tearing through the Orc ranks. Artillery units fired relentlessly, their shells raining down on the advancing horde. Machine guns spat out a relentless stream of bullets, cutting down Orcs like wheat before a scythe.

The Orcs, despite their numbers and strength, were no match for the Bernard Empire's firepower. Within half an hour, the once-formidable Orc legion and its war beast—Kragturtles, lay in ruins, their bodies scattered across the battlefield. The riverbank was littered with the dead and dying, a grim testament to the devastating power of modern warfare.

Duke Farl and his Britannian soldiers watched in stunned silence. The Orc army, which they had struggled so hard to hold back, had been annihilated in mere minutes. The Duke turned to Lieutenant General Eva Cortez, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief.

"General Cortez," he said, his voice trembling slightly, "I must admit, I underestimated your forces. What we could not achieve in days of fighting, you accomplished in half an hour."

Eva removed her sunglasses, her eyes cold and calculating. "War is no longer about numbers or brute strength, Duke Farl. It's about strategy, technology, and precision. The Orcs may be strong, but they are no match for our firepower."

Before Duke Farl could respond, a messenger rushed into the command tent, his face pale and his breath ragged. "Duke Farl! Urgent news from the eastern front!"

The Duke's heart sank as he read the message. Without a word, he turned and hurried to the infirmary, where the wounded from the recent battles were being treated. Among them was the Marquis, a trusted commander who had been in charge of a fort along the river. The Marquis was badly wounded, his armour bloodied and his face pale.

"Marquis," Duke Farl said, kneeling beside him, "What happened? How did the Orcs break through?"

The Marquis coughed weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Forgive me, Duke. We were betrayed. Our scouts gave us false information. Latvian spies are among us. A massive Orc army, at least a hundred thousand strong, attacked us. We sent word to the nearby forts for help, but they were also under attack by the undead. The Orcs crossed the river and overwhelmed us. I... I barely escaped with my life."

The room fell silent as the weight of the Marquis's words sank in. The Orcs had crossed the Baraka River. The defences that had held for so long had been breached. The Latvian army was now spreading across the region, attacking villages and towns with ruthless efficiency.

Duke Farl clenched his fists, his mind racing. "What do we do now?" he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. "All our efforts... they've been in vain."

Eva stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. "We can still turn this around. If we act quickly, we can contain them."

Duke Farl looked at her, his eyes filled with desperation. "How? They're already spreading across the region. If we don't stop them, my territory will fall."

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A few moments later

The other high-ranking officers of the Bernard Empire and Britannia nobles and Generals gathered around a table, their faces grim. There is a large map spread out on the table. Eva pointed to the Baraka River and the surrounding areas.

"After crossing the river, the Latvian forces have dispersed. They will now focus on attacking villages and towns, spreading chaos and destruction. We need to stop them before they can consolidate their gains."

Duke Farl nodded. "There are about 115 villages and 20 towns in that direction. If the Orcs reach them, the casualties will be catastrophic."

A Britannia's General said, "We have two options: direct confrontation or guerrilla warfare. I suggest we use both. We'll prepare a force of 80,000 soldiers to engage the Latvian army directly. They'll hold the line, giving the villagers time to evacuate. Meanwhile, smaller units will conduct guerrilla attacks."

Duke Farl said, his voice was steady. "Hmm. Although this will cause us many casualties. But there is no other way."

One of the Britannian commanders spoke up, his voice filled with anger. "Those traitors... the scouts who betrayed us. They sold their country to Latvia! How can we trust anyone now?"

Eva's gaze hardened. "We don't have time for distrust. We need to focus on the task at hand. Our forces will support you in this operation. The Latvian army may have crossed the river, but they are now cut off from their homeland. We've destroyed their navy. They have no reinforcements and no supplies. They're trapped here, with no way to retreat."

Duke Farl's eyes widened in surprise. "You destroyed their navy? So quickly?"

Eva allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. "Don't underestimate us, Duke Farl. We are stronger than you think."

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Eva nodded grimly. "Then we have no choice. We'll fight until every last Orc is dead."

Eva turned to one of her subordinates. "Contact our military headquarters. Request additional reinforcements and air support. We need to contain the Orcs before they can spread further."

The officer hurried off to relay the orders.

As the meeting concluded, Duke Farl approached Eva, his voice low. "General Cortez, I must admit, I had my doubts about your forces. But seeing what you've accomplished today... I believe we have a chance."

Eva met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. "We'll do whatever it takes to win this war, Duke Farl. But remember, victory comes at a cost. Be prepared to make difficult decisions."

Duke Farl nodded, his expression grim. "I understand. For Britannia, we'll do whatever it takes."