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The night sky of the capital of Samba is constantly bursting with fire. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

One bomber after another, exploding in the air, turned into beautiful fireworks.

The defenders on the ground in Samba Country all raised their heads excitedly and looked up at the sky.

These bombers, who were still showing off their might before, completely turned into fire balls at this time, which made these ground defenders suddenly have a feeling of raising their eyebrows.

The seventeenth regiment of firelight lit up the night sky, and in the only remaining bomber, Zhao Chunliang sat in the co-pilot's seat, crossed Erlang's legs, and held a radio walkie-talkie in his hand.

"There's only one start left." Zhao Chunliang took the walkie-talkie and said, "As long as a plane belonging to you appears in my eyes, I will get it down." ”

There was silence on the intercom, for they didn't know how to answer.

Zhao Chunliang casually threw away the walkie-talkie, looked at the driver in the driver's seat, and asked, "Do you remember how many bombs you dropped just now?" ”

"Also, not a lot." The driver said in a trembling voice.

"Do you know how many people those bombs will kill?" Zhao Chunliang asked with a sneer.

"I'm just a soldier, I obey orders." The driver said.

"To obey an order is to drop a bomb on a civilian." Zhao Chunliang said jokingly, "If you were ordered to fuck your mother, would you do it too?" ”

It was obvious that the driver didn't quite understand what Shenzhou meant by your mother, but he probably knew that it wasn't a good word, so he rolled his eyes and didn't say anything more.

"Alright, no more wasting time here." Zhao Chunliang got up and said, "Samba Country, any invaders are welcome, as long as they are ready to shed blood, it's fine." ”

After speaking, Zhao Chunliang jumped out of the plane.

Seconds later, the plane exploded, turning into the eighteenth flame in the air.

"This is a provocation to our Chiguoguo!!" In the frontline position, the five-star general Miso angrily slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Does he think that he can change the outcome of this war as a Diamond Sage?" Wish for the moon!!! ”

All the staff generals sat quietly in their positions and did not answer, compared to the previous John . Connor, this Misso is not the best leader in this war in the eyes of everyone, but because of the huge power of Misso's family, it is important to be in John. After Connor's death, he was given the opportunity to come here, and this war was a good opportunity for everyone to gild, because no one believed in defeat.

"Why be so angry?" An old voice rang out, and the door to the war conference room was opened.

A man in a gilded white robe walked in from the outside.

Everyone stood up at the same time.

For all the people present, some of them have powerful families, and they don't necessarily have to salute when they see the president, but when they see the person in front of them, no one dares to slack off.

Because, he is Nicholas III, the most powerful person within the Holy See.

It is also thanks to these high-ranking people that they can know the identity of Nicholas III, and if you are an ordinary person, or an ordinary politician, it is estimated that you will not be able to recognize Nicholas III.

"His Majesty the Pope!!" Miso, who was still full of anger, instantly brought a flattering smile on his face, his family is very powerful, and he is still a member of the thirtieth level of Freemasonry, but for His Majesty the Pope, it is scum at all.

Perhaps, only old Franklin can be on an equal footing with His Majesty the Pope.

Nicholas III walked in through the door with a steady and slow pace.

Miso took the initiative to meet him and half-knelt in front of Nicholas III, a devout believer who had a deep reverence for Nicholas III.

Nicholas III reached out and pressed Miso lightly on the head, struck it, and then said, "Get up, my child." ”

"Yes!" Miso stood up and said respectfully, "Your Majesty the Pope, I just got news from the Black Palace that you might come, but I didn't expect you to come so soon, it's really a miracle." ”

Nicholas III smiled slightly, walked to the place where Miso was sitting before, sat down, and then nodded slightly to the people around him, "Everyone sit down." ”

"Yes!" Then the crowd sat down.

"Your Majesty, with you in the headquarters, now in this world, we are probably the safest place." Miso laughed.

"I'm just here to wait for someone." Nicholas III said, "I can't leave the Holy See for too long, but, fortunately, that person will definitely come here in the next few days, what he is good at playing is the game of capturing thieves and capturing kings, this war, Samba Country is bound to lose, and their only chance of winning lies in the command, so, don't worry too much, in the next few days, he will come here, and I will kill him when the time comes, and for you, he will not have any more threats." ”

"Long live His Majesty the Pope." Miso said excitedly, "Thank you for bringing us the gospel. ”

The Pope smiled and nodded, his eyes looking in the direction of the Samba country.

He came to avenge the three cardinal archbishops under him, and he knew that Zhao Chunliang was in Samba, so he chose to come here and wait for Zhao Chunliang quietly, because he knew that Zhao Chunliang would inevitably come here.

The war continues.

Seemingly overnight, wars were ignited all over the world.

When the morning light sprinkled on the earth, Zhao Chunliang received bad news.

The group of fighters sent to the front line in the early hours of the morning was heavily damaged by the coalition forces.

When the coalition bombers appeared before, the reason why there were no fighters to intercept them was because Zhao Chunliang sent the fighters here to the front line.

The so-called coalition army is naturally the army of many countries together, and these armies have different combat habits, so, in order to prevent contradictions, the armies of various countries are actually divided into camps, Zhao Chunliang's means are very simple, that is, to destroy their alliance with each other, and one way to destroy the alliance is to seize one of the countries and fight to the death, so that it is easy to cause the other party to retreat, as long as the other party retreats, other countries will inevitably be dissatisfied, why do you retreat and we have to rush forward? When the time comes, it is quite possible that the alliance will break down.

However, Zhao Chunliang thought simply, but it was very difficult to really do it.

The fighter planes on the Samba side are generally fifth-generation fighters, and the fighters of the coalition forces are already the seventh generation, and they are not unified at all in terms of level, and the seventh-generation fighters have very good stealth functions, and the radar of the fifth-generation fighters cannot be detected at all, so that the other party has flown to the front, and the fighters of the Samba country have not responded at all.

The final result was that only about 30 of the 200 fighters sent out came back, and the results obtained were completely disproportionate to the efforts.

According to estimates, of the more than 200 fighters, about 20 fighters of the other side were defeated, and several combat vehicles were blown up, and the proportion of battle losses was verified to be unbalanced.

Zhao Chunliang looked at the report sent back from front of him, his face sinking like water.

He rarely feels powerless about something, but right now, he really can't do anything.

The combat power of the two sides is not at the same level at all, and in the face of absolute strength, any means seem to be a little redundant.

In addition to the reports of the Air Force, reports from the frontline positions are also constantly coming.

At a very fast speed, the coalition forces broke through the two-tiered defensive front set up by the Samba Country, and are now very close to the front cities of the Samba Country.

If it weren't for the Bauhinia Legion relying on powerful laser weapons to hold several key points, it is estimated that by dawn, Samba Country would have to fall to a big city.

This is not a war on a horizontal line at all.

"Report!" A soldier hurried over and saluted.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"Lord Wangjue, the front-line recruitment office is full, and it is currently impossible to fully digest the huge number of young and strong, Mr. Logistics Chief, I hope to add a few more reinforcement points." The soldier said.

"Didn't you just add ten?" Zhao Chunliang frowned and asked.

"Ten is not enough at all, and Mr. Chief estimates that at least thirty more will have to be added." The soldier replied.

"So many people?" Zhao Chunliang asked in shock.

"Yes."

"I'll go out and have a look." Zhao Chunliang said, walking towards the door.

Because of the war, there were a lot of recruitment points in the capital, most of which were concentrated around the palace, and when Zhao Chunliang walked to the corridor, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The entire square in front of the palace was densely packed with people.

It's hard to imagine why so many people are gathered there, even on Queen Isabella's birthday, you don't see so many people, as if the whole capital has come here.

"It's... How is it possible, so many people? Zhao Chunliang asked in disbelief.

"Because everyone knows that what they want to protect is this land." Isabella suddenly walked over from the side, stood beside Zhao Chunliang, and said, "No one wants to see the land of their country fall, and no one wants to see their compatriots die tragically at the guns of the enemy. I have always had doubts about whether the people really love us, or whether it is just an illusion made to us by the people below, but now it seems that my doubts are unnecessary. ”

Zhao Chunliang's eyes widened, looking at the constantly moving heads, and suddenly a stream of blood rushed straight to his head.

If he wasn't in the position of the king, maybe at this time, he would have put on his military uniform, grabbed his weapon, and rushed to the front line.