The hall of the Triumphal Hall reverberated with soft and joyful music, and everyone was immersed in the soft sea.

"Dididi". At this time, Ling Ruolan's mobile phone rang.

Ling Ruolan took out her mobile phone from the pocket of the dress given to her by Prince Dai Kenroe, and it was Lan Youshi's phone.

"Get out of Abanese now! Immediately! Without waiting for Ling Ruolan to speak, Lan Youshi shouted anxiously.

Ling Ruolan was slightly stunned. In her impression, Uncle Lan had never spoken such a gaffe. She thought about it for a moment, her brows furrowed slightly, could it be that something had happened?

"Uncle Lan, what's going on?" Ling Ruolan's other hand was still on the shoulder of a strange nobleman.

"Husha's fighter planes are already in the sky over Gushayang. In another ten minutes you will reach the airspace of the sea of the Abbanese Peninsula. Get out of here! I miscalculated, I thought it would be a few days before I launched the invasion, but I didn't expect the old man to be in such a hurry. Lan Youshi spoke extremely quickly.

"Prince Babker is with us, too. Didn't the old king think about it? Ling Ruolan gave her dance partner an apologetic look, and then left the crowd and went to a corner where no one was.

"The old king said that with Matun Dowling by the prince's side, the prince would be fine. Let's go. I'm afraid it'll be too late! Lan Youshi urged.

"I see." Even if Prince Dai Kenroe is very good to himself, including his friends, it is only a one-sided relationship. In the face of this existential moment, this one-sided relationship is as brittle as tissue paper.

Ling Ruolan hurried towards Fang Shijue and the others, she wanted to inform everyone to leave the hall as quickly as possible, maybe she didn't know where to go, but she must not sit still.

It's still late!

"Boom... Dong ...... "The Qing Dynasty bell in the northeast corner of Daituo District, which imitates Ksvea, has been struck.

The distant bell came slowly, slamming into everyone's ears.

This is the alarm bell of the city of Valentine.

Did something happen? This is a bell that is only ringed in the event of a disaster or war, and in the past its function was only to tell the time.

A flash of panic flashed in everyone's eyes. The men's eyes drifted to the gate, and then they took the woman's hand and ran towards it. All grace in the face of life and death is crumbs, and they don't care. They want to be the first to rush out of the gate, rush out of the Triumphal Hall to live, stay inside and only die. That's the only thing on their mind right now.

The women were so frightened that they screamed in terror and were led by their dance partners and ran to the door. The high, pointy heels of his shoes slammed against the white marble floor, making a sharp and violent crashing sound.

The girls cried hard, tears squandering the delicate makeup.

The originally elegant and harmonious Triumph Hall was turned into a pot of porridge.

Rumble......

That's the roar of the engine that only fighter planes have. Fighters from the country of Husha have already flown into the airspace of the Abanise Peninsula.

At a glance, there were nearly 100 fighters. The warplanes were mixed with the clear night sky, like dark clouds. Like a beast about to roar.

The lights of Valentine are still shining brightly. But at this time, the bells of the Great Qing Bell swept the city like a frenzy. The once peaceful city of Valentine was now in a state of panic, with a large expanse of innocent people scurrying around on the ground, and women hugging crying children in front of the rushing crowd. The men stuffed several large backpacks with food and water on their shoulders and followed closely behind their wives and children, with solemn and anxious expressions on their faces.

The cars and buses on the originally smooth highways and ordinary roads were frantically honked by the driver. Beeps and beeps came and went. Some frightened people who were about to go crazy stepped on the accelerator of their cars, and the cars sped like beasts with explosives in front of the street lamps, and the people who fled across the street at will were hit on their heads and bleeding and covered with corpses.

But all this was ignored, and people did not have the "Yaxing" of onlookers, and at this time it was more important to escape for their lives than anything else.

Those close to the ocean run to the pier, and the speed may be able to catch the last steamer; Those who are close to the desert run to the desert, which is the forbidden area of death, and the little food and water they carry with them will not last even a week, but they will not even survive tonight if they do not run to the forbidden area; Close to the neighboring countries of Bapasli and Barutonke to flee to the other end of the border, as long as they cross the border, they are refugees who have taken refuge, Bapasli and Barutonke were originally friendly neighbors of Abanese, as long as they get there, the local government has the obligation to rescue their wave of refugees, although there is no homeland at that time, but at least it is okay to save their lives, for them now, life is more precious than gold. The rest of the people looked a little sad, the docks, the desert and the borders were far away from them, no matter where they ran, there was no hope of being rescued, even if they filled the car with gas and then stepped on the accelerator to the end, because at this time the road was a large number of abandoned vehicles, dense and seamless like ants in an ant's nest, and in despair, they could only rely on God Almighty to give them the good fortune to survive the disaster, and the men and women took out the candles that had not been used for a long time from the cupboards, and they brushed off the floating ash on the surface of the candles and lit them with lighters. Although the lights were still bright, they could guess with their toes that when enemy warplanes flew over their land and dropped powerful missiles, the power would be cut off almost instantaneously, and the whole city would be plunged into a terrifying darkness. At that time, the faint light of the candle would be their only spiritual comfort. It's like a little girl selling matches. But what should be burned will still be burned, and perhaps when the candle burns out, they will choose to sit still or kill themselves. With their homes gone, what's the point of their lives?

All the people of Abanese are crying for their lives or praying with bitter faces!

State leaders at the town hall in the capital, Selenyar, are gathering around a large table for an emergency meeting.

Incandescent lamps illuminate the huge conference hall. Dressed in suits and red ties, they were sweating profusely on their foreheads. They didn't say a word, their white teeth clenching their thick lips. The president sat in the main seat, and other dignitaries on his left and right who were one or two or three levels below him were anxiously waiting for his orders. Then do your duty to protect the country. As for their families, the President had arranged for them to be taken to another country by military helicopter a few minutes ago.

But such a sudden invasion made even he, the president, depressed and wanted to cry. He did not expect that in the international arena, he would just take Bata Island, which is close to the territory of the Husa State of their country, for himself, and plant a flag on it to swear sovereignty. How could a political issue that seemed like a trivial matter be raised to the level of the Husha State that required the invasion of Abanese to solve the problem? You must know that Hu Shaguo didn't care about this before.

Bata Island is a small island located in the northwest sea of the coastal city of Valentine. It was a place rich in oil.

Decades ago, both the countries of Husha and Abanese were exporters of minerals whose main source of economy was oil. Oil accounts for nearly half of their economy.

After accumulating a large amount of economic capital through a large number of oil exports a few decades ago, the Husha State reformed the "oil to save the country" policy in one fell swoop, and instead developed the country through a green and sustainable transition economic plan. Because they know very well that oil will run out, and what about after that? If we don't develop technology, how will future generations live? To this day, "Green Salvation" is a well-known national slogan.

But Abanese was different. Although both are oil exporters, Abanese has four times as many oil reserves as Husha! It doesn't seem like much to say, but if you know that Husha accounts for 11.9 percent of the world's oil reserves, you will be shocked to look at Abanese again. In other words, nearly half of the world's oil is known to be under the ground of the Anbanese, what does this mean? The global oil trading market is equivalent to being controlled by Abanise, which is short of money, and raises the price of oil a little; If you are not short of money, lower the point. But no matter what, there will be people who will buy their oil, because the world now can't do without oil.

Such staggering oil stocks are enough for the Abanese to survive for hundreds of years. So Abanese has reason to ignore sustainability. Their minds are full of tyrant thoughts. Luxury cars? Buy! Mansion? Buy! Belle? Buy!

Everything in this world is measured in terms of oil in the eyes of the rich people of Abanese, and they are the least short of oil, so they don't care about development at all. Just have fun!

After Husha proposed a "green salvation", the proportion of oil in the country's income began to decline at a rapid rate year by year. Today, in the midst of the rapid development of high-tech and various new industries, oil accounts for less than 5 percent of tax revenue. Although most of the land is still desert, the oasis cities that exist are all world-famous developed cities or even top cities. The untapped oil resources are well buried in the ground and preserved.

In fact, Bata Island was originally owned by Husha State. It was only later brutally snatched away by Abanese. For Abanese, oil is their life. Coupled with the fact that Bata Island is close to them, there is no reason for them to give up such a big piece of fat and not swallow it.

This led to the ignorance and arrogance of the leaders of Abanese in sending troops to Bata Island and sending some of the native people to take root on Bata Island.

During the time they were first snatched up, the Husha Kingdom had been busy developing the economy and high-tech technology, and their leaders naively thought that Abanese would return to the island, so they ignored the island of Bata, which was far away from the capital city of Lecker.

But today! Husha is no longer Wuxia Amun, it is a developed country that is known all over the world. Not only is the economic power important in the world, but also the military strength is one of the most powerful in the world. And what about Abanese? It has long been eroded by the gentle land of oil. Nothing is perfect for the economy, national defense, and so on. The country's wealthy put all the money in exchange for oil into their own pockets, and public facilities such as hospitals only need to add a private one to them. And the poor people are suffering more than ever. Polarization has reached outrageous proportions.

Now that Abanis is still haunting Bata Island as always, then King Lekel has a reason to order an elite force to attack Abanese once. Because the reasons are reasonable and even justified, all countries in the world have given Husha the most affirmative support. Just purely moral support, not any action. Of course, it is undeniable that the poor people of Abanese are innocent. Because of this, people of humanity from all over the world have poured large sums of money into Abanise's neighbors, Bapasli and Barutonke. In order to facilitate the escape of Abanese refugees to the two countries, it is convenient to seek help.

The town hall is as dead silent.

Finally, the president broke the silence.

President Vani stood up, his hands propped up on the table, his red tie dangling in the air, "Guys, I have a proposal!" ”