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Chapter 543: Chapter 345: Aftermath

Chapter 543: Chapter 345: Aftermath

The Siam Capital, Manchester, located in the command center of the Imperial Palace, where the atmosphere was oppressively tense.

King Pupeng’s expression was as if he was ready to tear someone apart. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the Chief of General Staff, Narong, who had come to report the situation.

“What did you say? What do you mean the enemy deployed new large-scale mechas, causing the 1st Heavy Armored Division and the 2nd Cavalry Division to suffer heavy casualties and be forced to retreat? Division Commander Dunimo sacrificed himself? What the hell kind of battle is this?”

Pupeng’s roar echoed through the command room, the officers sitting there silent as cicadas in winter, heads lowered, not daring to meet the King’s furious gaze.

“And what about Bhansong? What is he good for? I entrusted my troops to his command, and this is the report he gives me?”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more he thought about it. Pupeng’s chest heaved violently, burning with rage.

“Commander Bhansong… has been captured by the Jieke Group,” Narong said after a few seconds of silence, stating the fact.

Upon hearing this, Pupeng’s eyes twitched, veins on his forehead stood out, and he bellowed, “What did you say? That shameful wretch, he is Siam’s Army Commander, Minister of Defense, and he dares to surrender to Jieke Group? He should go die, die in his duty like Dunimo, that would be the only way to honor our Royal Family’s trust in him.”

Narong had no answer to give, only handing over a document, saying, “Your Majesty, this is the detailed battle report.”

When Pupeng saw the content of the battle report, his blood rushed to his head, making him see stars and feel dizzy.

The report revealed shocking numbers: the loss of 413 tanks, 738 armored vehicles, 52 self-propelled guns and rocket artillery, and a staggering 33,271 soldiers dead or missing. Barely a thousand soldiers had returned.

It could be said that these two divisions had been annihilated. Their designations might as well be stricken off the rolls.

“You… You’ve lost a whole armored torrent, so many armored combat vehicles? You played them away?”

His hand trembling slightly, Pupeng’s voice shook as he spoke.

“The enemy’s new mechas were too powerful, our armored torrent couldn’t effectively counter them, and Steel Camp had deliberately harassed our rear airfields, making it difficult for fighter jets to take off for timely reinforcement, leading to the defeat,” Narong explained, as the highest-ranking officer present. He had no choice but stand up and account for the battlefield circumstances to the outraged King.

“No matter how formidable the enemy’s mechas were, they only amounted to a mere hundred and thirty or so, whereas our two armored divisions had ten times the combat vehicles. We clearly had the advantage, and yet, you present me with such a disastrous outcome? Are Jieke Group’s new mechas that incredible? I don’t believe it.”

As Pupeng spoke, he pounded on the table, his palm turning red, oblivious to the pain.

For the pain in his hand was nothing compared to the agony in his heart.

The loss of the two armored divisions, especially the 1st Heavy Armored Division, the crown jewel of Siam’s army—not to mention their tremendous cost and the irreplaceable elite soldiers purchased at great expense—had been wiped out in one battle, a heartache beyond words.

“Your Majesty, the enemy’s mechas are indeed that formidable,” Narong said with a wry smile, addressing the incredulous King.

“It was you who said we could encircle Steel Camp. That’s why I deployed the two armored divisions. Was that your judgment? To squander our nation’s elite forces for nothing.”

As expected, upon hearing this, Pupeng’s anger shifted onto Narong.

“I misjudged. I never expected the enemy to have those Spider Mechas,” Narong admitted, acknowledging the powerful combat mechas deployed by the Jieke Group which he had not anticipated.

These mechas were not Biological Armors nor the Tiger Main Battle Mechas seen during parades but a completely new type, a land monstrosity with incredible defense and formidable firepower.

In front of them, the Steel Torrent was ineffective as tanks were effortlessly destroyed, armored vehicles treated like toys, and infantry senselessly slaughtered, ultimately leading to Siam’s most bitter defeat since its foundation.

Pupeng, his mind clouded by fury, did not listen to Narong’s explanation and immediately shouted, “Now, as the King of Siam, I relieve you of your duty as Chief of General Staff. Go home, Narong. Wanyan Ting, you shall take over the position of Chief of General Staff.”

The high-ranking Siamese officers exchanged glances. Narong came from an established military family in Siam and was a top student at a military academy in Germany. After returning to Siam and joining the army, his prowess was recognized, and he quickly rose through the ranks with his strategic command in multiple military operations.

Since becoming the Chief of General Staff, he had always been diligent, contributing significantly to the development of Siam’s military capabilities and was the right-hand man of the Old King, Raha Jigonglong.

Now, even he was dismissed, which surprised many senior officers.

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In their eyes, this defeat was a no-fault casualty; the enemy’s deployment of new mechas was unforeseeable.

Dismissing him for such a reason seemed too harsh, as Narong was one of the few knowledgeable military leaders within Siam.

With Narong gone, who would take up the work, who would stop Those ferocious Jieke Group soldiers?

Siam only had this one officer capable of commanding major battles because the Siamese Army suffered from rampant corruption and severe disciplinary issues—long-standing problems within its military forces.

Not to mention, in Siam’s armed forces, there were currently over two thousand five hundred generals, a severe case of having too many chiefs and not enough Indians.