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Crystia, the daughter of Duke Farl, stood tall in the command tent, her battle armor gleaming under the dim light of the lanterns. She was known throughout the land for her sharp mind and fearless leadership—a rare combination of political skill and military genius. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the map spread out on the wooden table, tracing the lines of the battlefield. The news from the scout had just arrived, and it was grim.

"My Lady," the scout began, his voice trembling slightly, "the army of Latvia is approaching. They have about thirty thousand Orcs, ten thousand Snakemen and Trolls, and a hundred thousand Undead. They also have many war beasts in their ranks. And... the Gigantsky monsters have broken through the walls of Modon."

Crystia's eyes narrowed as she absorbed the information. The Latvian army was massive, far larger than she had anticipated. But she was not one to panic. She straightened her posture and turned to her officers, her voice calm but firm. "Prepare our army for battle. Quickly."

The Bernard Empire's forces were already in position, their advanced artillery, tanks, and self-propelled guns ready to unleash destruction. The plan was simple yet strategic. The Bernard Empire would take the front lines, using their superior firepower to reduce the enemy's numbers as much as possible. Once the initial barrage had weakened the Latvian forces, the Britannian army would move in for close combat.

The Britannian army was no less formidable. They were equipped with an array of long-range weapons: Firestorm Arrows that burst into flames upon impact, Ironclad Trebuchets capable of hurling massive boulders, Lightning Rods—magical devices that could be planted in the ground to release bolts of lightning—and Phoenix Fire Cannons, portable cannons that shot balls of fire, creating walls of flame to block enemy advances. They also had Bloodthorn Vines, magical seeds that, when thrown, would grow rapidly into thorny vines, entangling and immobilizing enemies.

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Lucas lay on the ground, his RPK-74 machine gun clutched tightly in his hands. He could see the Latvian army approaching in the distance—a dark, seething mass of Orcs, Snakemen, Trolls, and Undead. The sight was terrifying, but he kept his gun pointed at them, ready to fire. His heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to stay calm. He had been through battles before, but nothing like this.

The tanks and artillery of the Bernard Empire roared to life, their shells flying into the sky and crashing into the Latvian ranks. Explosions tore through the enemy lines, knocking out scores of Orcs and Draugr. The Draugr, however, stood in front, acting as shields for the rest of the army, absorbing the brunt of the artillery fire. Their rotting bodies were tough, and even direct hits from the shells didn't always take them down.

"Fire!" came the order, and Lucas and his fellow soldiers opened up with their guns. The sound of gunfire filled the air, mingling with the explosions and the screams of the enemy. But despite the heavy fire, the Latvian army continued to move forward relentlessly. They were like a tidal wave, unstoppable and overwhelming.

The Latvians retaliated with their own weapons. Arrows rained down from the sky, some of them tipped with fire, others with poison. Fireballs launched from trebuchets carried by massive war beasts crashed into the Bernard Empire's lines, setting everything ablaze. The war beasts themselves were terrifying creatures—huge, hulking monsters with thick hides and sharp tusks. Some carried cannons on their backs, while others had trebuchets strapped to their sides.

Among these war beasts was the Dreadmaul Behemoth, a monstrous quadruped with armoured plating covering its massive frame. Standing nearly twenty feet tall and weighing several tons, it carried devastating weaponry into battle. Some were fitted with massive trebuchets, capable of launching boulders or incendiary projectiles deep into enemy lines. Others carried repeating ballistae, spewing a rain of massive bolts at incredible speeds, cutting down soldiers in droves. The most fearsome of them had crude, magical artillery mounted on their backs—dark energy cannons that fired devastating blasts of necrotic power, capable of dissolving flesh and armour alike. Their handlers, dark-robed necromancers, rode atop them, commanding their destructive fury.

The battlefield was a chaotic mix of explosions, screams, and the clash of steel. Soldiers fought desperately, their swords and spears clashing against the weapons of the Orcs and Snakemen. The Britannian army's long-range weapons were doing their part, but the sheer numbers of the Latvian forces were overwhelming.

Just when it seemed the battle couldn't get any worse, the sky darkened. Lucas looked up and felt a chill run down his spine. Latvian dragons were descending upon the battlefield. These massive creatures, with scales as hard as steel and breath of fire, were a terrifying sight. They swooped down, unleashing torrents of fire that incinerated soldiers and war machines alike. Screams filled the air as men burned alive, their armour melting onto their flesh.

The Bernard Empire had prepared for this. Their anti-aircraft weapons locked onto the flying creatures. ZSU-23-4 Shilka self-propelled anti-aircraft guns unleashed a storm of 23mm rounds, filling the sky with tracers. Surface-to-air missiles streaked through the air, striking dragons mid-flight. Several of the massive beasts crashed to the ground, their bodies crushing anything beneath them.

But the battle was far from over. The Latvian war beasts, undeterred, continued their advance. The Gigantsky monsters, towering behemoths, smashed through defensive lines. Their sheer size made them nearly unstoppable. The ground shook with every step they took.

Lucas felt a wave of despair wash over him. The situation seemed hopeless. But then, he heard it—the familiar roar of jet engines. He looked up just in time to see the Navy F-14 Tomcats arriving overhead. Relief washed over him as the jets swooped down, firing missiles that took out the remaining dragons with ease. One F-14 flew so low that Lucas felt the rush of air as it passed overhead. The jets then turned their attention to the Gigantsky monsters, firing missiles that destroyed the structures above them. One of the massive Gigantsky crashed to the ground, its body crushing several Orcs beneath it.

The tide of the battle was turning. The combined forces of the Bernard Empire and Britannia were pushing back the Latvian army.