All the commanders lowered their heads: "Willing to go with Your Highness!" "This is a notebook. Each of you write the name of your battle regiment on a page. After the city wall is breached, I will draw one regiment from it." Malin handed the paper and pen to the defense officer Li’s face: "Start writing from you." On the other side of the city wall, shells had already hit it. The heavy Blooming Bullet was particularly effective against the patchwork style wall of the Chaos. Malin watched these commanders finish writing, then saw General Sang take the paper and pen and write down the name of a regiment not present on one of the blank pages. "General Sang, what did you write?" Out of curiosity, Malin asked. "It’s my grandson’s unit. He’s five minutes away from here. I think he can give it a try too." General Sang looked at Malin as he spoke: "I have seven grandsons, and five have already shed their blood for this land. I think he will be the sixth. This is the Thainan fate, Your Highness Malin. If destiny chooses him, please take him and his soldiers forward, let them face either glory or death." Malin laughed, took back the notebook, and looked at these commanders who were no longer young: "Did you hear General Sang’s words?" "Heard it. Although quite unwilling, if the plea comes from General Sang, we will have no problem." Someone answered so. "Yes, General Sang’s character is impeccable. If Your Highness chooses to bring Sang’s command, I will have no complaints. Young people indeed need experience." The dwarf commander surnamed Lin said to Malin. Since none of the commanders objected, Malin drew the paper written by General Sang and looked at the general: "I respect your choice, general, but please don’t do it a second time. If there’s a next time, I will unhesitatingly remove your grandson and his regiment from the attack Sequence." "There will be no next time. You gave young people such a chance, which is a great honor for him and his team." The elderly man, noticing the noise from the rear, looked back, as did Malin—a vibrant team was joining the soldiers’ ranks, the leading young man with gray hair and eyebrows and eyes strikingly similar to General Sang. He ordered his adjutant to keep the team disciplined and then quickly ran up. "To pay respect to Your Highness Malin; to pay respect to you, General; and to all the seniors, good morning." Greeting all the way, the young man stood in front of Malin, seemingly having had a very brief visual exchange with his grandfather, then walked up to Malin: "Your Highness, thank you for choosing us." "Your regiment’s name is Nanjing Military Academy Cadets Regiment, a military school reserve, correct?" Malin asked him, looking at the young soldiers below. They seemed nothing more than half-grown children. Although in this damned era, seeing blood was not necessarily a bad thing, but... "You really are too young." After saying that, Malin looked to Defense Officer Li: "Were you as big as them when you went to the battlefield?" "Even smaller than them, Your Highness Malin. I know you care for these young people, but they’ve already grown up. They just haven’t seen blood, so they still can’t be considered real warriors. The general also has a heart." Defense Officer Li showed a serious and solemn expression, not conveying sarcasm. Is it really necessary to take these young people through gunfire to enter the city walls? Just as Malin was at a loss, the city walls made a choice for him—under shelling, four places of the walls collapsed simultaneously. As Malin was overwhelmed, he saw the Chaos open the city gate. Watching the large number of Chaos troops filing out, Malin glanced at his commanders: "Immediately let the soldiers climb the slope! Form long lines! Defense Officer Li! Defense Officer Lin! Please take your troops to protect the artillery positions! Have them move the artillery to the small hill!" These Chaos were cooperative indeed. Thinking of this, Malin reached out and patted young Sang’s head: "Sorry, young man, it seems the Chaos didn’t give you a chance, but it’s okay. How’s your and your classmates’ shooting skills?" "We are the finest archers, Your Highness." This young man answered Malin with pride. "Good, you will be on top of the small hill on my left hand side, let me see your marksmanship." Malin finished, looking at the young man with an undeniable gaze, finally, the young man chose not to oppose Malin’s orders, but instead ran to the small hill to give his unit orders. "If your grandson dares to lead the team to the very front line by himself, I will certainly take away his and his men’s guns." Malin finished, glancing at General Sang. To this, the elderly man obviously had words to say: "You underestimate my grandson; although he is a young man keen to make his mark, he will never be the type to ignore superior orders and go rogue." While saying this, Malin watched those young people reluctantly walk upon the small hill under his grandson’s command. "You see, this is the future of Thainan, loyal and reliable." General Sang almost tilted his nose to the sky. Malin smiled, the One-Type and Two-Type mechanical bodies were already slowly moving up to the top of the hill, the chain-fed machine guns on their left side were capable of inflicting massive damage on those Chaos five hundred meters away. The fire platforms were ascending another small hill slightly forward on the left side of the small hill, where half the commanders were leading their units—forming a network of firepower with the two hills, believed to annihilate any foolish attacks launched against them. "Your Highness, the enemies are numerous..." General Sang put down his binoculars and looked at Malin: "We miscalculated the Chaos forces inside the city." "Yes, but they lose their advantage by leaving the city to engage us in the field." Malin said, snapping his fingers, at which point everyone saw deep trenches like war trenches appear in front of them. "I roughly handled it. These trenches should be enough for all of you to use, but I couldn’t tailor these trenches to all of your heights, so learn to adjust the trenches yourself, find a shooting position suitable for you, quickly, everyone, act quickly, the Chaos on the other side won’t wait for you." Malin said, indicating for the soldiers to enter the trenches. This time, young Sang and his classmates were the first to jump into the trenches, these young people looked at Malin now with respect instead of discontent. "By the way, Your Highness Malin, we need them there." Malin had previously picked out machine gun teams from the various battle regiments for a total of three teams, using the MG3, specially designed for the bear-men’s build in Malin’s Northern Corps, with many bear-man machine gun teams using this type of machine gun. For humans, this gun is too large, not suitable for use as a squad machine gun, but with the bear-men’s size, it’s very apt for them to use. In their words, the recoil is a bit too small. This is the same in the bear-men’s view from the Eastern Land. Malin taught these three bear-man gun teams to use the machine guns, they liked this new weapon with low recoil, good accuracy, and could mow down a bunch of targets with one small trigger pull. The only thing limiting their love for the machine gun was the bullet consumption, as if pouring water. But fortunately, with only three machine gun teams, both the Sages and the logistics wanted to see what effect the weapons Malin highly recommended had, so there were enough bullets provided. Malin chose machine gun positions for these three teams—one in the middle, two on the sides, and built them firing positions with perfect flanking cover and backup positions. While Malin arranged the central machine gun position, young Sang wandered over out of curiosity and looked at it several times. This should be a machine gun he had never seen before, but not surprisingly, being educated, he saw the ammo belts and bear-man shooters, he still guessed the weapon’s name: "Machine gun? Right, but totally different from those Chaos clip-fed machine guns, more beautiful, and should... be more suited for slaughter." "Right, absolutely." Malin nodded in satisfaction this time, also deciding that under no circumstances would these young people be wasted in such a meaningless battle. Someday, these young people might die on the battlefield, but not now. They should learn more, and then pass these lessons on. Knowledge is the sharpest spear in human hands.