Loud trumpets rang out from the chaotic coalition barracks.

The coalition barracks, which were being attacked by the Zenit Iron Cavalry, seized the opportunity to breathe, this key point, and began to counterattack.

A scene in the sky and Gomi's crazy laughter made the morale of the coalition army soar, and the loss of Sun Fei, the peerless powerhouse, the cavalry of the Zenit Empire, although fierce, but lacked the protection of masters, and was also inferior in numbers, so that their surprise attack finally encountered resistance, began to become difficult, and casualties were gradually increasing.

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The main gate of St. Petersburg, under the enemy tower.

"Your Highness, the big thing is not good, King Chambord actually died in battle, lost his protection, this damn miscellaneous coalition army, will soon organize an effective counterattack, we are few in number, let the cavalry corps retreat!"

"Yes, Your Highness, make a decision immediately, we have achieved good results today, and if we let the cavalry rush down, I am afraid that the whole army will be annihilated!"

"The enemy is outnumbered, and our cavalry is almost overwhelmed......"

The generals of the [Iron Blood Battalion], all of them looked angry and sad, but they were helpless, their hearts were dripping blood, although the strength of their line has always been in a hostile state with King Chambord, but at this moment they rarely shared the same hatred, did not show a gloating color, but maintained enough ideals, and were struggling to persuade the god of war Arshavin, and ordered the withdrawal of the cavalry.

At this time, Arshavin's face also showed a rare look of struggle.

He stood in front of the city wall moat, his eyes staring at the aftermath of the red explosion that had not dissipated in the distance, trying to find something, his five fingers grasped the stone of the city wall tightly, and his eyes burst out of the essence of light, and he was struggling violently, and finally he slowly closed his eyes, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and he began to think about something.

In less than a dozen seconds, drops of blood-colored sweat appeared near Arshavin's temples.

It's because of intense thinking.

The generals around him are all henchmen and generals who have followed Arshavin for decades, every time he fought before, Arshavin was all in command, and the enemy was wiped out between talking and laughing, and he had never seen His Excellency the God of War appear to be so struggling and embarrassed, and for a while, he didn't dare to say anything, for fear of affecting the judgment of the Imperial God of War.

A minute is as long as countless centuries.

Finally, Arshavin opened his eyes.

His gaze had become extremely firm and peaceful at this time.

"Order, the flag gives the order, the cavalry continues to attack, regardless of casualties, must disrupt the deployment of the coalition forces for me, and at the same time order: the West City Gate [Thor's Whip] Legion, the North City Gate [Juli Corps], the East City Gate [Rolling Stone Corps], and the South City Gate [Blizzard Corps], immediately draw out more than two-thirds of the elite troops of their respective corps, led by their respective corps commanders, give me to go out of the city to attack the coalition camp, without delay, violators of the order will be punished for treason, and the whole city will attack, success or failure in this move. ”

Arshavin methodically gave military orders, word for word.

"What?" the henchmen and generals around him were shocked.

They didn't expect that after intense thinking, the eldest prince Arshavin would give such a crazy order, if it weren't for the fact that such an order came from the mouth of an imperial military god like Arshavin himself, they would definitely think that the person who made such a decision was a madman.

"Order, the Iron Blood Battalion up to the legion commander, down to the groom cook, within ten breaths, after the assembly, give me a strong and stubborn spirit, and go out of the city with me to kill the enemy!" Arshavin was clearly determined to fight to the death, and put all the forces of the empire into battle.

In the past, he led the army to give orders, and rarely explained anything to the generals around him.

This time, it was very rare to pat the shoulder of a young general next to him, looked at the others, and finally said-

"Believe in King Chambord!"

Want to believe in King Chambord?

If these words were said in the mouth of the eldest prince Arshavin at a different time and place, it should have seemed very ridiculous and embarrassing, but at this moment, listening to the ears of the soldiers of the iron-blooded battalion around them, there was a sense of sacredness and glory, and a dazzling brilliance erupted from the body of the imperial military god in front of him.

In the dark, everything has its own certainty.

A drink and a peck, all are predetermined.

As if in response to Arshavin's decision, his voice had just fallen, and suddenly, in the distant sky, there was a loud rumbling noise, like the wrath of the sky, a huge sound, covering all the sounds on the battlefield, terrifying.

Everyone was shocked and looked up.

I saw that in the void in the distance, the six Dortmund Xuange ships, which were in a strict atmosphere and overlooking the earth like gods in the sky, suddenly shook in unison, as if a terrifying invisible giant hand was grabbing them, and was shaking violently, and the cyan magic shield that flickered on the Xuange quickly dimmed, and then seemed to lose power, and it staggered towards the ground and began to fall.

"That's ......" The generals of the Iron Blood Battalion were overjoyed with each other, and their eyes showed incredible surprise.

"It's Alexander, Alexander, King Chambord!haha, it's him!" even Arshavin burst out laughing out loud, for the first time ever, when Alexander's name was mentioned, the Imperial Warrior smiled so happily.

Sure enough, I faintly saw that the golden flame in the distance flickered again.

It is the power of the [One Punch to the Sky] Chambord King's power flame.

Alexander, King of Chambord, did not die!

At the meeting of the walls of Zenit St. Petersburg, an irrepressible cheer was suddenly remembered.

"Hahaha, good, great, kill! Immediately pass on my military order, and the whole army will attack!"

Arshavin shouted loudly, his voice was agitated, his golden fighting spirit flashed, and he jumped off the city wall like an eagle, and there were already soldiers of the [Iron Blood Battalion] who were ready to attack below to prepare their war horses for him, turned over and pulled out the sword at his waist with a bang.

The sword is held high.

In front of it, there is a huge steel gate that creaks and constantly lifts.

Behind him, there is the elite division of the Zenit Iron Blood Battalion like a black torrent.

There was a wind, and the cloak of the imperial military god was lifted.

He also blew the long fiery red hair, like a jumping and burning flame.

"We have never been superstitious about war, nor have we hated the wounds of the sword, but when we are forced to raise the mist in our hands, the valiant Zenites will never succumb to power and violence, and now, the brave man of the Empire, the invincible King of Chambord, Alexander, has defeated the abominable invaders, and the valiant soldiers, with me, will fight out of the imperial city and defeat these abominable invaders!"

The gate opened, and a bright ray of light shone into the gate.

Swinging his sword, the eldest prince Arshavin was the first to rush out.

Behind him, there is a torrent of billowing black.

......

Almost at the same time, the four small carriers in front of the Dortmund lost the power to levitate and staggered to the ground.

The piercing siren, the piercing red warning light, flickered wildly above the Xuange.

On the deck were the ants back and forth in the yellow robes of Dortmund soldiers, Xuange lost power, such a thing, for these well-trained elite soldiers, it seems that it is not a strange thing, at the beginning, they are still very orderly to rush to repair, all kinds of manual equipment is opened, while maintaining enough vigilance.

But soon, the Dortmund people finally discovered that the four Xuange were really out of control and could not be repaired back at all.

Panic and fear suddenly surged into the hearts of the Dortmund soldiers.

"What's going on?" "On the bow of the first Xuange ship, Gomi, the mythical prince of the Leon Empire, frowned, the instinct of the warrior made him feel a little wrong, and he was about to turn around and run away, at this moment, his body suddenly froze, and a familiar but terrifying voice came from behind him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, now I can find time to kill you!"

Sun Fei didn't know when, he had already appeared on the bow of the Xuange ship, standing behind Gomi, with a playful smile on his face, but in his eyes, it was a murderous burst, which made the heart of Prince Leon sink bit by bit, like an ice cave, feeling the call of death.

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