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Liang Qiuzhi and Griffith changed into their clothes, took their waist luggage, lowered the military hat on their heads, and picked up a place where there were few people and not too few people and shook around a few times, and then called it a day.

Until this time, Liang Qiuzhi and Griffith's infiltration can be said to be ninety percent complete, and the remaining ten percent is the top priority of the entire plan. All in all, although the infiltration process is a little tortuous, it is finally thrilling.

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Time passed the golden autumn, the weather turned cold, and there was a light frost at night.

A soldier in black armor rode up from a great distance and came to His Highness James. He rolled over and dismounted, and fell to his knees with a pop.

"Report to Your Highness, there is a huge mountain in front of you, and in half a day, our army may have no way out, but the cherry blossom thieves behind you are chasing after you, I am afraid that it will be ......"

At this time, in the wounded barracks, His Highness was squatting in front of an injured person, examining his wounds. When the scout ran over to report the situation, James' bandaged hand paused, and then his face remained unchanged, and his steady hand squirmed, continuing to bandage the wound.

"I see, step aside."

After a long time, His Highness stood up, turned around, and glanced at the wounded mourning soldiers left behind after the war. His gaze wandered, and in the light shone, he turned his head to look into the distance again, and his side face was resolute and stubborn.

A short time later, James reached out and waved his hand to let the scout leave. He stood there for a moment, then turned around again to check on the other close by: "I remember you, Rickel, the commander of the third echelon, the outlier of the gun battalion...... I've heard that you are brave and brave in battle......"

His Highness's voice was not loud, wafting on the empty and impetuous ground, making people feel calm. He said this for a while, with some bittersweet reminiscences, and did not mention the current form. After a while, he walked slowly out of the camp of wounded soldiers.

If the Chinese army under the command of His Royal Highness Jaime goes further, it will be a dead end, a cliff, and his Highness, who is familiar with this mountain forest, does not need any scout reports, everything is well understood. He once tried to change his course, even at the cost of fighting the pursuers behind him. But Prince McGee had already arranged everything, and everything was so helpless and determined, like a fate that had already been laid out.

All he could do now was to do his best to resign himself to the fate of heaven, on the one hand, to appease his soldiers, and on the other hand, to do his best to awaken the morale of the army. Prince McGee is too conceited, he wants to fight the world, he wants to eat everyone here.

But this may be an opportunity.

The road ahead, whether it is a cliff or a sea of swords, mountains and fires, is a dead end, and James does not plan to go. Prince Anta handed over this battlefield to him a few months ago, and His Royal Highness was ambitious, vowing to make immortal achievements, never imagined that he would end up in such a field so quickly. When the battle comes to this, His Highness has no reason to talk about it. Perhaps this rupture forced by the cliff is his last chance to regain his dignity before he dies and burn the jade with the army of the Sakura Kingdom.

Although he knew that he was going to die, His Royal Highness James did not regret it, and when people left, everything was lightened. I just feel ashamed of my father's trust in the empire.

However, before that, His Highness also tried his best to settle everyone's emotions, and did his best to raise morale and make people hopeful. Only in this way, there may be a glimmer of opportunity, when despair comes, the power of the broken cauldron will be as surging as he expected.

His Highness James was thinking about these things, and on the road ahead, the figure of a man was blurry and distinct in the light of a rainy day. This man was a member of the staff of the Chinese army, named Hayes, and he became famous at a young age, and he was already over fifty years old.

Perhaps because he has thought too much of the ingenious art of war in his life, this person is not as old as Jiazi, and his hair is already gray. He heard the voice and turned his head.

"Your Highness......" The middle-aged man owes his body, and his voice is like the autumn air, empty and cold.

His Highness waved his hand, found a fairly dry place, and sat down. Hayes, with gray hair, sat beside His Highness and did not speak. The two of them are masters and servants who have cooperated for a long time, and they have the same heart, and they don't want to speak, but they all raise their heads to the sky. Under the gray sky, a light rain was falling.

Moist hairline......

After a long time, the sound of the trumpet urging the departure came from the tent behind him. His Highness ruffled his hair a few times, shook off the rain, said something slightly, stood up and began to walk back.

The staff who became famous at a young age turned his head to look at his back, seemingly a little nostalgic and obsessed, with memories of the years, his eyes were flat and sad.

This is the last battle. The final battle in the true sense of the word......

And after this battle, there will never be His Royal Highness James in the world, and there will be no more his famous guard battalion.

The gray-haired middle-aged man stood up tremblingly, looking up to the sky and exhaling a breath of turbidity.

This is a battle to the death with no way out, there can be no victory, and there can be no victory. It's just that in the face of death, I want to regain my last dignity as a soldier.

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Prince McKee in the Army.

"James's children's skills stop here, after many days of layout calculations, it's finally time to close the net."

In the military conference room, an officer dressed in the clothes of a lieutenant held a glass of red wine and spoke in a hearty voice. Recently, Prince McGee allowed him to drink alcohol here, and he also took out a dry red that had been treasured for decades. He replaced blood with wine, and wanted to sacrifice the flag for the pre-war generals: "Ho! But that's ......."

"There are chasing soldiers in the back, and there are natural dangers in front, but this time it's really hard to escape—"

After these words, everyone laughed, some people responded loudly, some nodded and said, "Yes", and then everyone raised their glasses and shook their salutes.

Prince McGee sat on the throne and pursed his lips, looking at the full house with a calm gaze, and did not say much. He was smiling, with deep nasolabial folds at the corners of his eyebrows, holding red wine in his hand, shaking it a few times and tasting it slowly.

When a well-liked officer saw that His Royal Highness the Prince was in a good temper and had the courage to go up to persuade him to drink, the old man frowned and reprimanded him. It is ridiculous to say that the march is raging, but after thinking about it, he finally took the wine glass and drank it.

"All of you here are cronies who have helped me and helped me McGee for many years, not outsiders, and they are all people who know the gains and losses...... Today, we convene everyone to implement the strategic deployment for the near future, and on the other hand, I also hope that everyone can guard against arrogance and rashness, and do not be impetuous...... The rank knows in his heart that the power of pouring the sky is close at hand, and it is within reach!! But those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and this is not the time to relax. When the general trend is about to come to pass, I will let you make a big fuss for three days...... But now, it's not the time...... We need to beware of James' last wave of counter-attacks. ”

Everyone shouted 'whoosh', and the seriousness and cheerfulness of this army were intertwined. When the feast was over, the old prince raised his glass. The whole tent quieted down to look at him, his lips moved, he said something, and then slammed his glass on the ground.

Then there was a flurry of glass slams, and in the middle of it was another conversation, followed by louder roars and cheers.

Soon after, soldiers in red armor poured in from all directions, and His Highness James rode on horseback with a knife in his hand, and drew outside. And behind him, there were nearly 100,000 black-armored troops standing quietly.

The north wind blew through the moist canyons and mountain forests, rolling up the last traces of blood. His Royal Highness James on the other side of the mountain forest looked calmly into the distance, and on the slopes of the distant mountains, the inky red was tightly soaking the entire mountain.

Until now, in the conscious propaganda and self-experience in the army, everyone knows in their hearts that after the army is broken, there is no such thing as surrender. The Red Armor Army, which took it as its mission to break into the belly of the empire, could not stay in the captives to be a burden: "This is the last battle, and it is ...... Or die—"

His Royal Highness, who was over thirty years old, did not turn around, he raised his long knife, held it above his head, and pointed diagonally at the sky. His injuries were not yet healed at this time, and the hard work of the days made this middle-aged man, who had always been bold and majestic, look weak and pale.

But at this time, he spoke with his back to the crowd, and his voice was not high but it made people feel calm and firm. Everyone listened attentively to his speech, and after His Royal Highness finished this short sentence, he nodded to the generals and heralds around him, and then, in the face of life and death, the entire black armor was forced to show the last pride and blood on the edge of the cliff......

"Warriors! Pick up your knives, I James can't guarantee victory in this battle, but I can guarantee that we will go with dignity......"

On this autumn day, the battle for several days was monotonously carried out in the rain that gradually blurred the vision.

The red and black nails were contrasting and doping, and everyone was screaming desperately. His pupils were splashed red by the blood, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy held a knife and slashed desperately. In front of him, on the left and right, the flow of people who could not distinguish between friend and foe surged, flashing with sword light......

Time quietly walks through this sad and numb land, perhaps today, it will be full of blood, and the heroic souls of hundreds of thousands of soldiers will rest here.

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The sky was overcast, with faint flashing thunderclouds.

Prince McGee rode in a huge car more than 20 meters long and wide, surrounded by 148 guards, and entered the boiling battlefield.

The carriage in which the prince rode was magnificent, with only an octagonal roof on all sides, and a superb view, like a medium-sized pavilion.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who was over the age of Jiazi, sat in the center of the pavilion, and under his seat was a red throne inlaid with gold and silver, and there was a stone table in front of him. The whole pavilion constitutes a square grand car mill, under which there are wheels, which are pushed into the battlefield by people, and are very magnificent and luxurious.

This is the final battle, the one that will lay the foundation for victory and glory, and His Royal Highness hopes that the Prince will be able to witness this moment to be born.

Countless red-armored troops poured forward from around the pavilion like a stream of water, waving flags like a whirlpool to boost morale. In the distant mountains, the faint blue of the mountains is crowded with people. A burly general sits on a horse, his head bandaged, and his spear slashing against the dark background......

That man was the eldest son of Prince Anta, a man named James, who was the general of the Imperial Army at this time. The long wind was howling, and he was on his horse and shouting loudly, his black half-body armor stained with blood. The battlefield was fierce, and the sound of metal delivery was especially sound, but in the eyes of the old man sitting in the pavilion, it was just ordinary.

The battle of the trapped beasts......

As the old man thought, this battle, which spanned several months, was finally about to draw a sign of rest. This battle, fought in the twilight of the mountain rain and the setting sun is not obvious, will determine the offensive and defensive line of the entire northern part of the empire for the next six months.

On the other hand, His Highness James, who was in armor and blood, swung his spear and slashed down an enemy in front of him, and the sun was hidden in the thick black clouds, and its westward slope was faintly visible.

His Highness gripped the handle of his gun again, he gasped for breath, and the red-armored soldier in front of him collapsed in front of his horse. His Highness looked around, and in the drizzle and thick fog as far as the eye could see, countless reds were crowding up the high ground.

Farther away, a canopy that looked like a high pavilion towered in the smoke and rain, vague and majestic in the golden light that was about to fall. The man's face was calm, but his lips trembled, and the bandage on his head was soaked with blood. This is where my bones are buried......

His Royal Highness James divided the remaining Chinese army into two groups, one led by His Highness himself, and the other led by the veteran general Biberson.