The three waves of attacks by the Coalition Army could not really be
considered a battle. A better example would be a horde of lemmings
ignoring a cliff before them and committing mass suicide. And of
course, the biggest reason for this was because the Empire did not
provide any intelligence about the enemy.
At that time, the flags of over 21 nations were raised in the camps of
the Coalition Army, and their forces numbered over 100,000. Hailing
from all over the continent, the sight of soldiers from various nations
gathering in one place was awe inspiring.
There were light cavalry on bare-bodied horses.
There were heavy cavalry, sheathed in thick layers of armor.
There were dragon-riders, mounted on Wyverns that soared through
the sky.
There were battle mammoth units, which shook the earth with every
step they took.
There were small-bodied soldiers who looked extraordinarily tough
from the southern nations.
There were heavy infantry, who bore large, rectangular tower shields.
There were spearmen, whose points formed a forest of steel.
And then there were crossbowmen, catapults, ballistae, and others
gathered together.
Though Goblins and Ogres were treated like beasts of war in the
Imperial Army, some of the other nations let them wear armor.
Because they came from different lands, they competed through the
splendor of their uniforms.
This time, their combined battle strength was equal to that of an army
three times their actual number, and their advance darkened the sky
and shook the earth for days. Everyone felt that this battle was a
foregone conclusion.
Originally, Arnus Hill was designated as a sacred place, but in truth it
had been little more than a slightly slanted hillock.
There were no trees to block one's field of vision and no large rivers to
block routes of advance, nor were there precipitous cliffs. It was simply
a little bump in the earth in the middle of a large expanse of open
space.
They had been told that the top of the hill had been taken by the
enemy, but they had not received any information about the local
terrain at all. According to the Imperial troops in the area, the invaders
from another world seemed to be doing strange things like digging
holes and ditches, as well as surrounding themselves with a strange
curled fence of little needles.
If they could build underground fortresses like Dwarves, it might have
been troublesome, but Humans could only do that very slowly. It would
be impossible to complete it within a month or so.
That being the case, the victors would be the ones with superior
numbers.
King Duran of the Elbe Kingdom combed his white-streaked hair back
and tried to guess at what Emperor Molt Sol Augustus was thinking
when he had gathered this many troops from the Coalition to do battle
with so few invaders.
Enemies of that number should have been easily taken care of with the
Empire's own military power. There should have been no need to
gather the armies of the Coalition.
Therefore, gathering the Coalition Army was not a military move, but a
political one.
For instance, did he intend to demonstrate his own might before the
Coalition Army? However, if that was the case, he would only need to
summon the kings before him instead. Such great fighting power
would not be needed. There must be some reason why he wanted to
assemble over 100,000 men. After all, feeding so many men was not a
trivial matter.
Perhaps he intended to use this huge force to attack some country, but
since the Coalition Army had been raised with the intention of
protecting the continent, there was no justification for using it as an
army of conquest.
"Then, Your Excellency, how shall we proceed with the attack?"
Normally, Archduke League's words would have been worth
considering in meetings with the other military leaders. However, all of
them were thinking, "Mere tactics are useless when we possess such
military might. In the end, we will crush them like a strong hand
crushing an egg". As such, they did not give it much thought.
In truth, he had summoned Archduke League more to mock his
paranoia than for a discussion.
"Your Excellency, you should seriously think about it yourself."
"You may say that, but if it's just our troops moving out, we still need to
consider formations and tactics. Still, the enemy looks to number
10,000 at most. In comparison, we have a 10 to 1 advantage in numbers
and the fighting power of 300,000 men, so wouldn't a mass attack end
the battle without any effort? As for the enemy condition, we can
probably figure it out once we make contact with them."
"It is as you say."
"You're surprisingly sensitive for a man of your age."
Duran did not hear League's mockery as he was lost in thought.
***
The movement of a large army would need time. One reason was
because the roads were not flat, even, or even present, but the main
reason was the sheer scale of the movement. After all, it took almost
half a day to travel from the head of the formation to the rear.
Setting up camp would also take a lot of time, about 10 to 20 days.
Even so, the Coalition Army that reached Arnus Hill, encircled the hill
in accordance to their prior arrangements, and began forming their
battle lines while keeping a safe distance from the enemy.
That distance would be determined by individual experience. That was
to say, they had to consider the ranges and minimum safe distances for
archers, ballistae, catapults and so on. However, the JSDF had cleverly
camouflaged their trenches and rifle positions so as not to let the
enemy discover them.
As a result, the four thousand men of the Arguna Kingdom, the
vanguard element of the Army, were now in great danger.
The Imperial troops that should have been stationed at the nearby hills
had vanished without a trace; could it be that they had already been
defeated? If that was the case, they had to rescue the survivors. The
Arguna King had this in mind when he ordered his men to advance.
The Kingdom of Arguna was a small country with no special features.
Its economy revolved around agriculture and animal husbandry.
Because they had no special features, they lacked appeal, but they
might have been counting on that to avoid being swallowed up by the
Empire and the surrounding countries. Because of that, their troops
were made of Ogres and Goblins with bows and battleaxes, followed by
their mainstay troops, the heavy infantry and bowmen, with sorcerers
as a final battle line.
This was their typical battle plan.
Their scattered bowmen would fire, and then the mighty Ogres and
Goblins would slash into the enemy formation to throw them into
confusion.
Next, the heavy infantry would advance in a densely-packed formation,
their square shields formed into a mobile shield wall, marching in
lockstep until they entered the fray.
If they had enough sorcerers remaining, they would launch a magical
attack in concert.
Finally, the troops would open up and the cavalry would charge in to
secure victory.
This was their usual tactic.
That was why they did not understand what had happened to them.
What hit them was a massed artillery barrage from the JGSDF's
artillery units.
The JGSDF artillery was famed for their firing skill, which they
demonstrated by drawing a picture of Mt. Fuji in the air with smoke.
They showered the enemy with shells, which simultaneously detonated
over a huge front.
That was why the Coalition Army said "They were blown away in a
moment."
The victims were troops from the Kingdom of Arguna, who served as
the vanguard, as well as the men of the Modwan Kingdom, and total
losses were estimated at 10,000 men.
Their fire was intended to utterly destroy the enemy who had entered
their kill zone. Therefore, they brought overwhelming firepower upon
their foe. After that first volley, the attack was concluded.
"I stood in formation, and thought for a moment that Arnus Hill had
erupted. Princess, have you ever seen a mountain erupt? In my youth, I
once saw a volcano erupt in the mountains. It was as though the entire
mountain had exploded. There was no sign of it beforehand, like
earthquakes, and then I heard the air tearing apart, followed by an
unimaginably vast explosion. My heart nearly jumped out of my
mouth, and that was but one of several occurrences.
As for what had happened… we halted to make sure of the
circumstances, but all we saw before us was thick, black smoke.
Soon the smoke dispersed, and it was as if someone had driven a giant
plough across the ground. In the earth that was dredged up we saw the
bodies of the Arguna and Modwan armies, mashed into the ground like
rice grains in a paella dish…"
Duran closed his eyes and shuddered as he recalled that scene.
Besides him was a nun, who was trying to feed him some seafood
paella. But he did not eat it, instead turning his face away.
"And what of the two kings?"
Duran shook his head when he heard Piña's question.
"How shall I put this…?"
Piña had searched through the villages near Arnus in the hope of
finding the Coalition Army after the battle had started. The conclusion
she had reached was that the Coalition Army had retreated back after
losing their commander.
Though it was called a retreat, it was more like the shredded remnants
of the Army who were limping home, given that none of the soldiers or
officers had escaped intact. They were lucky that the enemy had not
pursued them, which was how they survived. In this condition, the
arduous trek home would probably be even more agonizing than battle
itself. In truth, the bodies of troops who had fallen out had already
been buried by villagers throughout the land.
Before long, Piña heard that a nunnery in service of the god Hoboro
had taken in a man of high birth. When they rushed to the place, they
found that it was King Duran of the Elbe Kingdom.
He was over sixty years old, and perhaps because of stress or some
other reason, all his hair was now white.
His body could not endure a long journey on foot, and the troops who
had been fortunate enough to survive had long since escaped. He
ordered his few remaining troops who were still faithful to return to
the country and spread word of this danger, while he himself recovered
his strength in this nunnery. However, this was just a nunnery, after all,
and there were no doctors and the food was poor in quality. His
strength came back slowly, but bit by bit, it also drained away.
The smell of rot from the stump of his missing leg was beginning to fill
the air.
His face was pale, and his blood was not circulating properly, and he
had Battle's signs under his eyes. If he stayed in this state, he did not
look like he would live long.
"I was in the third wave. This is what I have become. I advanced with
the Mocha army into the hillside, but iron thorns blocked our way. By
the time we cleared the obstacles and resumed the advance, light fell
like rain upon us, and right after that I was blown away in an instant."
"King Duran, I will notify the Empire immediately, and have them
ready a physician and a carriage. We'll talk about this after you regain
your strength."
Although she was the princess, in terms of the peerage, Duran was
superior to her by virtue of being a king. Piña fell to one knee, took
Duran's intact right hand, and bowed.
But Duran shook his head.
"I'm sorry to reject the Princess' kindness, but I do not wish to trouble
the Empire. Besides, I am not long for this world."
"Why is that?"
"I have been thinking about why the Emperor would summon the
Coalition Army to fight this war… after becoming like this, I
understood. The Emperor knew this would happen. I think he was
angry that we remained intact while his troops were beaten. In other
words, the Emperor wanted to have the enemy destroy us for him."
Duran did not use honorifics to dignify the Emperor, which showed his
anger. Since he was about to die, he figured he might as well speak his
mind.
"Princess, do not say you did not know this. Place yourself in the
position of the Empire. You can probably imagine what happened
when the Imperial Army clashed with the enemy…"
"Yes. The Imperial Army was beaten, that much I knew. But I did not
know what sort of enemy was waiting for us there, nor that the
Coalition Army we sent there would end up like this…"
"Please go, Princess. I do not wish someone armoured in lies and
wielding a sword of deception to stand before me. The Coalition Army
would have fought to the bitter end to protect this continent. However,
our greatest enemy was actually behind us. The Empire is our enemy. I
say again, Princess, please go."
"Your Majesty. It is too late to ask you to quell your anger, but could
you at least tell me what the enemy is like? What magic do they use,
what tactics? Please tell me about your tactics as well."
"I will not speak of them. We made great sacrifices to learn that much.
If the Princess wishes to find out, then please proceed to Arnus Hill by
yourself. Perhaps the enemy will tell you for the price of your men."
Piña had tried her best. The Emperor had underestimated their
opponents. He thought that he could make up the difference in
fighting power with strategy and schemes. However, Piña felt that the
enemy and the Empire were on completely different levels. She had the
feeling that if the Empire did not understand the enemy's power, it
would be completely destroyed.
As those thoughts ground in her head, the Imperial Princess stared
straight at him.
"That will not do. You must tell me everything you know. If not, I will
take the Kingdom of Elbe hostage. If your Majesty does not speak, I will
lead troops to Elbe and burn it to ash."
That got Duran's attention.
"What, what is this!? First you took my soldiers, then my servants, even
my life, and now you want my kingdom and family as well… like father,
like daughter… Very well, do as you please. Besides, once I die, it is only
a matter of time before my country will be swallowed up by the Empire.
I can hear Death approaching, so all this no longer matters to me. I will
rejoin my family in death, and then we will mock the Emperor and you
when you follow us."
"You've completely lost hope at the brink of death… But the Empire
will not lose."
Piña stood, looking down at the dying king.
"Anything is permitted, as long as one is powerful. That is what you
believe in. However, we have our conviction and our pride. When we
are invaded, we will naturally return the favor. The enemies at Arnus
are a mighty army, with weapons of godlike power and tactics of divine
potency. They crushed us like squalling babes. The Empire that
brought them here will share the same fate as us. 'Anything is
permitted, as long as one is powerful', you say? But the enemies at
Arnus are stronger than you. The Imperial Army is in grave danger.
When you find out and beg for help, nobody will answer. You have
sown the wind, and you will reap the whirlwind!"
After Duran shouted these words, he collapsed, gasping on his sickbed.
Piña had no words to say.
Even with power and strength, it was difficult to conquer a heart. It
wasn't as though she couldn't do it, but if she had, the king would be
dead.
Since there was no more to be gained from the King, she had to give up
on him.
Duran's angry cries echoed in her heart, as well as his hatred of the
Empire that betrayed him.
"Your Highness, please do not order the knights to attack Arnus Hill."
Piña sighed as she heard the words that hit her right after she left
Duran's room.
"Hamilton, how stupid do you think I am?"
"I would not dare. But Your Highness is radiating an air that says 'We
ride at once!'"
If they set out, their objective would not be Arnus Hill, but the Capital.
Piña thought this, but did not say it.
Her eyes roved over Hamilton, who resembled a very handsome prince
at a glance. As if to confirm her gender, Piña gently patted Hamilton's
flat chest. Well, it was soft and bouncy.
Piña wondered what the hell she was doing. She could hardly believe
she was goofing off at a time like this… Or rather, maybe she was so
wound up that she needed to blow off steam.
"Forget it, whether or not we attack, we still need to go to Arnus Hill.
We need to see the enemy with our own eyes.
"Ah~ Princess, with just this many people? Won't it be too dangerous?"
"Indeed, it'll be dangerous, but you'll protect me, right?"
With that, Piña left the nunnery.
***
Beijing — People's' Republic of China
Nanhai Building
The report on Chairman Dong Dechou's desk described the Chinese
Communist Party's strategy to deal with the 24th Far East Report. It
was filled with lines of Chinese characters, and it was not only thick
but also dense.
Chairman Dong looked at the report his secretary had given him.
The subject was still the Far East Report, but the inside was filled with
Kanji, and a large portion of it pertained to the Special Region.
"The Special Region, hm…"
Dong had thought it was some kind of joke from the start.
Japanese anime had had a great impact on the world. His own son
constantly bugged his parents to buy it for him, so when he first saw a
report talking about a Gate that led to another world, describing
monsters and medieval knights that could have come out of a movie,
he thought there must have been some kind of mistake.
However, after double-checking it with the news agencies and the
diplomats, he knew that this was the truth. Well, Dong's first instinct
was that, "This must be a disaster for the Japanese", but once the JSDF
had eliminated the soldiers that came from the Gate, Dong could no
longer ignore what was behind it.
The predictions said that there were vast lands and ample resources on
the other side. Why should Japan have the exclusive right to them?
Even though Japan was a small country which lacked resources, it was
a developed country so it was wealthy enough even without the
resources on the other side of the Gate.
Indeed, the Special Region was what China truly needed.
China had a population of over 1.3 billion people, which was steadily
increasing. It was this vast population which limited the number of
people which could enjoy a prosperous life, which required a massive
amount of resources and expansive territory. He would even risk the
censure of the international community in order to provide his people
with a good future and fertile lands.
If the Gate had opened in Beijing, all problems would have been solved.
They would explore and develop the Special Region and move their
citizens through. That way, the burden on China would be decreased,
and they could send resources back through the Gate, so they could
ignore sanctions by other nations. However, the Gate had appeared in
Japan. Rectifying that problem would be difficult.
Dong finished skimming the report, and sighed.
"As long as the Gate is in Tokyo, the methods our nation can employ
are limited. How much of a stake can we have in the development of
the Special Region…?"
Dong's secretary replied in accordance to Dong's thoughts.
"It is impossible as long as Japan monopolizes it."
"Indeed. Because of that, we need to place restrictions on the Japanese
government's actions in the Special Region."
"Understood."
"We will promote relations with ourselves and Japan. We will make
demands as needed, or negotiate in a give and take fashion. Ideally, we
could move half our population into the Special Region."
"Will we make another China there?"
"I would be overjoyed if we could do that."
Dong smiled, and placed the report into his drawer.
***
Some time ago, the content on TV and the news had started to change.
The public television stations started showing scenes of how the
natives of Australia and Tasmania had been massacred and violated
and wiped out by the immigrant English convicts.
Or perhaps they would show how the Spaniards destroyed the Incan
Empire.
Or Carthage, destroyed by the Romans.
These television shows made the same point, emphasizing and
repeating it so they would leave a deep impression in their audience. Be
it variety shows, soap operas, quiz shows, weekly magazines, the news,
they added their own message to change their viewers' opinions.
The message was how a superior culture crushed and destroyed a
weaker one.
They emphasised the tragedies that resulted from ethnic cleansing.
People would naturally sympathize with the underdog. They used this
sympathy to sway people.
They promoted the idea that the strong should be rational, and should
be controlled.
The images of African children starving in a desert stared out at
society.
They paused for thought. They were led to stop and think.
Could it be that we're victims too?
What was the JSDF doing on the other side of the Gate? Fighting the
enemy... Right?
The battles on the other side of the Gate received more and more
attention. However, there was not much elaboration on them. The
people were only assured that they had defeated the enemy's attacks.
Since there were little or no casualties on the JSDF's side, naturally the
people wondered about the fate of the people they fought. Were there
victims on the other side of the Gate?
At the National Diet, a councilwoman from the opposition party rose
and asked that question. The person answering it was the UnderSecretary of Defense.
"In the three engagements, the enemy losses numbered roughly
60,000. None of them were from non-combat personnel."
The opposition party members were speechless.
Simply put, the enemy's single-minded attacks on our defensive
position were like the exact opposite of the Hill 203 Incident during the
Russo-Japanese War. The enemy was foolish indeed.
Casualties in war were natural. If we lost, our side would have more
dead. If we won, the enemy would have more dead. The anger of the
citizens after the Ginza Incident was understandable. However, to
those people who felt that they were more reasonable and rational,
who wanted to treat others with that compassion and understanding,
the sort of people who wanted to "save the world with kindness", these
figures were unacceptable.
"The Shame of the JSDF? 130 Civilian Casualties?!"
"Falsehoods In The Under Secretary's Reply!"
"Unknown Battles In The Special Region! Were There NonCombatants Among The Huge Casualties?"
These topics circulated without end in the morning and evening
papers.
TV and news reporters mobbed the Ministry of Defense and Parliament
House, pointing their microphones and cameras at either the Prime
Minister or the Defense Minister.
Prime Minister Hojo had stepped down from his post since his term
had expired, leaving the current Prime Minister to deal with the prickly
questions asked by the reporters.
Because the Chief of Staff and the Under-Secretary were suspected of
corruption, as the person responsible, the Prime Minister's reply was
extremely serious. However, his answers were reported as "No
Comment", "Those are serious words" and so on, and this only lowered
public approval.
At the Diet, the opposition party decided to follow up on that by
arranging to have their members seated at the Speaker's podium,
facing the Chief of Staff and the Under Secretary, who had to stand
before them and answer their questions.
"The civilian casualties that were reported were not caused in combat
with our forces in the Special Region, but were caused by a natural
disaster."
In response to the Under Secretary of Defense's reply, the opposition
councilman asked, "What kind of disaster? Did it have anything to do
with the JSDF?"
"According to the reports, it was a dangerous wild beast. It was a
creature like those you would see in a kaijuu movie. The JSDF Special
Region Reconnaissance Regiment engaged it in combat in order to
rescue the civilians from the kaijuu."
"A moment please. A kaijuu? You mean to say the Special Region has
such life forms?"
"Of course, it is not an actual movie kaijuu, but something similar to it.
Special Region Class A Dangerous Beast, AKA 'Dragon'. If possible, in
the future, we will refer to it as a kaijuu. We have recovered a portion
of the kaijuu's body as a sample."
"Then we will believe this unbelievable story. That is to say, this
incident was caused by civilians being involved in combat operations
against this kaijuu?"
"No. The soldiers concerned used weapons to attack the kaijuu in order
to protect and rescue non-combatant personnel, but all casualties were
caused by the kaijuu."
"Vice-Minister, earlier you said there were no non-combatant
casualties. However, why did you not come forward about this incident
and its many casualties?"
"The previous query was directed at enemy armed forces attacking the
JSDF. During those engagements, there were no non-combatant
casualties."
"We are fully aware of the death toll, and that this is a disaster that has
claimed many victims. In the future, please inform us of such things,
then, how about the civilians rescued by the JSDF?"
"According to our reports, they have taken refuge in the nearby towns
and villages. Because of the kaijuu's appearance, they abandoned their
ancestral homes and were attacked en route to safety by the kaijuu."
"I see. Then the survivors managed to escape. Do you know anything
about their lives now?"
"We have not gone to that extent. Our priority is safeguarding the
region around the Gate, and as a result we did not keep track of the
refugees' further movements. However, we have concluded that the
injured, the elderly, and the children without places to go will have
trouble surviving on their own, and under the judgement of the on-site
commander, we have taken them into our protective custody."
"I see, then what about the people involved? Chairman…?" the
opposition councilman said as he shifted his angle of attack.
"In truth, without hearing from a witness, it is very difficult to get a
clear picture of the situation from reports alone. Since using the Gate is
very dangerous, it places a barrier between us and the people involved.
As such, I would like to request that the JSDF officer in charge at the
time and some of the survivors be brought here for an interview…"
A request to speak with the relevant officer, as well as the protected
locals. If the government had nothing to hide, they should not refuse.
The opposition repeated their points.
The decision was made to deflect the attacks of the opposition party
and the media with the truth. For that reason, they decided to bring the
JSDF officer in question and several representatives of the locals to this
side of the Gate.
Note
Battle Sign: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle%27s_sign