Southern Xinjiang of Zenit, the temporary camp of the Zenit people, in the center of the tent.

The Zenit officers gathered together, led by Domingos, the second prince of the empire, who was indeed the supreme commander of the Southern Xinjiang campaign.

However, the prince of Dominguez and the generals focused their attention on another person at this time.

"Commander Aryang, can we just let it go like this? These damn Barcelona bastards, they are simply a group of cold-blooded demons, in less than two days, everywhere they passed, the butcher's knife was raised, slaughtering hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians in the Empire......"

Domingos's eyes were bloodshot, and when he spoke of anger, his handsome face became hideous.

Under the gaze of everyone, the brows of the old Aryang, a military advisor from Chambord City, were also tightly locked, revealing a thoughtful look.

As early as a year ago, when he fought against the alliance of the ten major empires, the old Aryang led the Chambord expeditionary force and the second prince to cooperate closely, and the outstanding military talent he showed had conquered many people, plus the battle of ambush and retreat this morning, everyone's trust and dependence on him has also reached the extreme, it can be said that his words and deeds determine the fate of the entire army.

After thinking about it, Aryang said with a bitter face: "After all, the people of Barcelona are a ninth-level empire, the masters are like clouds, the army is equipped, obviously above us, if we fight hard, we will definitely lose, of course, they are not without shortcomings, if they can carry out a battle of more than 500,000 level in three days, coupled with the cooperation of Mr. Hasselbaink, no matter what the cost, I am confident that the Barcelona people who set foot on the territory of the empire will be completely annihilated, but ......"

Speaking of which, most of the people in the tent had already understood what the military advisor meant.

Insufficient troops!

The only two main battle corps that the second prince can mobilize are the [Southern Xinjiang War Regiment] and the [Blizzard Legion], plus the private soldiers of some vassal countries and the temporarily recruited mercenaries and homeless people, all of whom have a combined strength of less than 100,000, and although the Zenit Empire has been conscripted on a large scale in the past year or two, and the military strength has increased dramatically, the command of most of the army is still in the hands of the eldest prince Arshavin, the imperial military god, and if he wants to mobilize an army of more than 500,000 people, with the military power of the second prince, it is not possible.

Originally, the equipment and combat effectiveness of the Barcelona army had already surpassed the Zenit army by several cuts, and if the number could not make up for the quality, a head-to-head duel, and the two legions in front of them were all thrown into it, it was just an egg hitting a stone.

It seems that the only way to do this is to follow the tactics of these two days, constantly harass the guerrillas, slow down the advance of the Barcelona army, and then send a reinforcement team to the imperial capital, and wait for the military headquarters and Yashin the Great to make a decision.

After all, what everyone is facing now is not the coalition of more than a dozen ordinary empires in the past, but a ninth-level empire, the Barcelona Empire, known as the first in the mainland!

This is a real giant, even the Lyon Empire is not enough to look at in front of this behemoth.

The situation has never been more severe.

There were also some people who put their hopes on King Chambord, the Protector of the Empire, but only a few people such as Old Alyang knew that His Majesty had left Chambord City more than twenty days ago to visit the Beamon Orcs in an extremely distant land.

"I hope Your Majesty will be able to come back in time. ”

Old Alyang prayed silently in his heart.

Although he is a famous general in the world and has always been extremely confident, he doesn't know when he actually developed a dependence on this magical king, as if only the king is in charge, his heart will be more stable.

......

The Land of Exile, the city of Bimon.

Sun Fei's curiosity was quickly satisfied.

Before the High Priest of Fox brought Sun Fei and the others back to the pavilion where they lived, the Bode swan beauty who had accompanied Ernst to play tennis hurried over and said something to Nash, and then everyone turned around and returned to the square of the [Beast God Temple].

At this time, there were already more than a thousand orc warriors and powerhouses gathered here.

Xiao Xiao night breeze, the square is solemn and murderous.

Seeing Sun Fei and the others coming, Ernst didn't care about explaining anything, and someone next to him immediately brought over the flying mount, carrying Sun Fei and the others, and thousands of people took off into the air under the cover of night, galloping towards the deeper part of the [Exiled Land].

"The metal storm in the middle of the earth and the Badwater swamp have changed, and the dinosaurs inside have begun to riot...... This may be everything that the Being has arranged for a long time, and you should check it out. ”

On the way, Ernst had been extremely busy, discussing something with the orc patriarchs of the ten golden races, and only had time to quietly explain this to Sun Fei.

Sun Fei was thoughtful.

The flying mounts of the orc clan are extremely miraculous, and the ones selected are all extremely fast-flying, and they can travel hundreds of miles in an instant.

After about six or seven hours of continuous flight, there was no trace of the activity of the Beamon orcs on the land below, it was a vast desert, deserted, and not far in front of the horizon, a bright red wall soared into the sky, like a fence at the edge of the world, blocking between heaven and earth.

"It's almost there, everyone, pay attention!"

There was a shout from someone in front of them, and the speed of the group's flight gradually slowed.

The group landed about ten kilometers away from the bright red wall.

At this time, Sun Fei had already seen very clearly what kind of red giant wall it was, it turned out to be quicksand blown in the sky by a terrible tornado.

The sand grains should have a metal composition, and they were bright red after being oxidized by the wind and sun, rolling in the air like boiling and rolling blood, and what was even more bizarre was that the hurricane of the tornado red sand grains was only rolling in place, ten kilometers away, as if there was an invisible force in the dark, blocking the hurricane from continuing to move forward.

Whistling and roaring came from the red sand and the hurricane, exuding a violent aura that made the flying mounts of the crowd scream and retreat.

"Let's walk forward!"

Pope Ernst sighed, and ordered a dozen of his followers to retreat with their mounts to the rear, while he himself led the men toward the desert that rolled in the sky.

"This is the [Metal Desert]," Fox High Priest Nash introduced: "There are countless powerful and ferocious ancient beasts that survive in it, the orcs call them dinosaurs, they basically do not have any intelligence, and they retain the instinct to kill and attack, the Bimon orcs have a large number of troops and sentry points set up around the [Metal Desert], and the Pope's crown also arranges a large number of totem circles around the periphery to contain the dinosaurs, so as not to prevent them from rushing out of the desert to slaughter the Bimon orcs." ”

At this time, Sun Fei had the opportunity to ask, "Then what are we doing here, is there something special going on?"

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The first update