Jason Brown made it clear that he told his soldiers that the Faisal Free Federation was probably gone, and he cruelly told them how strong the enemy was, so that when they set foot on their homeland territory, they could only see the enemy, as well as the corpses of their compatriots and enemies.

Such failures are conceivable and quite justified.

No one thought that the Faisal Free Federation would lose, but the pure-blooded Fenisac Moussa in front of him had already proved that the kingdom of the god of war had failed and been destroyed, and the strength of the Faisal Free Federation was only comparable to that of Fenissac.

Truth be told, when Moussa identified himself and told the story, Jason Brown was able to foresee the fate of the Faisal Free Federation, but he was always the general who guarded the country, and he couldn't completely believe this idea without seeing the sea city of Helsinki with his own eyes.

Unfortunately, the scene that Musa imagined did not happen, and nine of the thirteen remaining warships left immediately.

Jason Brown doesn't blame them, anyone who faces a war that is bound to lose will involuntarily run away, and they are already strong enough to hold on to it until now.

"Mousa, now our only hope is you, the warriors of our four warships will send you to the battlefield as quickly as possible, please do your best. ”

Jason Brown said in a guilty tone.

The deputy did not leave, and remained firmly by the captain's side, even though he already knew of the fall of the Faisal Free Federation, and did not waver in the slightest.

He translated the captain's words to Musa as they were.

Moussa had already expressed his attitude, and at this time he had no opinion.

Even the blood of the god of war in his body couldn't help but boil, as if he was very much looking forward to a battle, looking forward to a battle to the fullest.

Then, the four remaining warships of the Seventh Fleet of the Fasalal Free Federation were all put on high alert and rushed to the southern battlefield at full speed.

And Mousa did not continue to rest.

For his blood was boiling hot, and his body became so excited, that he stood in the bow of the ship, and as soon as he saw the demon approaching, Moses rushed straight up and tore it up.

It wasn't until six hours later that the sky was completely lit up and the sun's blazing temperature was baked straight down.

Musa was immersed in the gradually warming water, and he was grasping a certain part of a demon in his hand to tear it apart, at this time, he had already experienced eleven battles, and the scale was more than ten or twenty demons.

Compared to the dense scale of demons in the center of the battlefield, this is only a small stream of wandering outside.

But these small units made Captain Jason Brown feel hopeless, and God knows how they would face it if thousands of demons appeared.

Although Musa is still growing, and his own strength is not weak, but compared to the scale of the demon, it is still difficult to support it alone, and he is very worried that when he arrives on the battlefield, Musa can still be so easy.

Every battle that night, from thirty minutes to a matter of minutes, proved that Moussa's fighting skills were becoming more and more proficient, and his skills were becoming more and more masterful.

But Jason Brown still had little confidence, and his lieutenant noticed that the captain's brow had never been relaxed.

Take advantage of the sunshine and the surrounding area is bright.

The flotilla finally had to worry about the darkness, and Jason Brown ordered the flotilla to move at full speed.

They could not allow Moses to swim straight through, but in that way they would avoid many dangers, not having to step into the battlefield themselves, and not facing death.

However, that would also take a lot of Moussa's physical strength.

Jason Brown wants Moussa to spend every ounce of his stamina on the battlefield and on the battlefield instead of rushing to the road.

This is the only thing that the Seventh Fleet of the Faisal Free Federation can do for Musa.

By this time, they had seen the behemoth of Helsinki's sea city, its great black walls towering over the coast, like the strongest fortress in the world.

There were a total of 3,000 guns on it.

It was once built by the city-states of Faisal to defend against the mad descendants of the god of war, although the descendants of the god of war were later overthrown by other side branches of the Phinessar clan, and these cannons did not stop being maintained.

Because the sensitive Faisar people always emphasize the horror of the descendants of the god of war, for fear that those pure-blooded Phinesac people will regain the throne and wage endless wars against this world.

Jason Brown looked at these huge cannons built to defend against the pure-blooded descendants of the god of war, and couldn't help but feel a hint of irony, who would have thought that the weapons used by the ancestors to defend against the Finissark would eventually be lost to the demons, and their descendants would have to rely on the Finisak to save them.

The terrifying pure-blooded god of war, after thousands of years of precipitation, finally set foot on this land again.

The people of the Faisal Free Federation will not remember their hatred this time, and Jason Brown is also a child of the Free Federation, and he will remember what the descendants of the god of war have done for this land.

The sky darkened.

Groggy and orange, this is the morning, and it has become like the end of the sunset, deep, suffocating and hopeless.

The walls of the great Helsinki Sea City were not destroyed too much.

Because it was almost too late to use the artillery, the demons who could do almost anything were killed.

It was as if right now, above the Seventh Fleet, the sky was filled with dense black flying objects at some point.

Mosa's pupils constricted, and he cast his gaze to the sky, seeing the countless enemies clearly.

They are countless grey crows that follow the breath of death, with six pairs of wings and larger than the average boar.

This is the real demon.

They had already discovered Mossa, and the hot blood of the god of war on his body was as clear as the only light in the darkness.

Musa gritted his teeth and jumped straight into the water.

There were also some giant shark crocodiles lurking in the water, but before they could attack, Mosa trampled on their bodies.

Turning to Captain Jason, he said, "Captain, you retreat and go to safety!

Moussa had arrived on the battlefield, and Jason Brown and the Seventh Fleet had completed their mission.

This fleet, even if it is fully manned, will not give this place any chance of victory, but with Moussa, the tide of the battle may change.

The Phoenix clan is a descendant of the god of war, and the blood of that god of war circulates in his body, boiling, boiling!