In the official and authoritative historical work "History of the Liberation of Elta", you will hardly find a detailed account of the results of the battle of Garcia - between the pages of the book, posterity can barely find a few sentences that are exactly the same as in the textbook:

"Under the high-intensity and high-frequency heavy artillery bombardment, the Western Expeditionary Army in the city lost both their fighting spirit and their sanity. In the end, most of the Western Expeditionary Army was captured by our Elta army and civilians when they fled eastward, and the Elta Liberation War basically ended here. The war lasted less than half a year, but the unprecedented victory was firmly in the hands of our great Elta and the working people of China......"

I don't know how many years later, a teenager who was tiptoeing down the paper "History of the Liberation of Elta" in the corner of the library read this, and couldn't help but sigh with his fingers in his eyes - meow, what should I do with this final paper?

According to the official record, there is indeed no such final outcome in the history of facing the broad masses -- after the shelling, where did the Western Expeditionary Army flee along what route? And where were they forced by the Elta army to lay down their arms and surrender? Only those who go to the military academy will know some details, not because of how secret the combat process is, not because of what weapons of mass destruction were used by the Elta Army, and not because the former PLAs first used the bureau or the prince of Ma (please forgive me for the water, Xiangrui Imperial House is safe), but-

"This meow is really, it's too funny!" When a Yangtze River 650 three-wheeled motorcycle with bucket slowed down and caught up with several remnants of the Western Expeditionary Army in front, the rider in the main driver's seat couldn't help but shout loudly.

"Tease?" The front PLA on the side bucket roared loudly and recklessly. "Boy! Run again? Seventy miles! Run! Eh, why don't you run? ”

The first half of the sentence is an answer, and the second half of the sentence is the encouragement of the former PLA to the soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army who are not trying to flee for their lives.

The word "virtual" is not false at all. When the waves of routed soldiers cheered each other out of the city, there were no trenches, barbed wire, and machine guns in front of them. And when they leave the main road and scatter in all directions, off-road vehicles and three-wheeled motorcycles will appear behind them and start chasing the rout at a slow speed.

This is called "wanting to catch and indulge".

As for the Western Expeditionary Army that fled from the river, including Rucha and Youerde and others, they could be regarded as picking up a small life. Without them, who else would have hobbled to carry the news of the total annihilation of the Western Expeditionary Army outside the port of Hirzi?

By the time Garcia had no longer organized the Western Expeditionary Army, the artillery fire was only constantly connected to the edge of the wooden building area. The front command stopped shelling after the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft observed the retreat of the enemy troops in the castle - even so, the Western Expeditionary Army continued to retreat without brains and courage, ignoring the food and ordnance stored in the stone buildings in Garcia, and even forgetting to set a fire before leaving.

The battle - no, it was dusk, and the Western Expeditionary Army ceased to exist as a frightening intervention army. Entering the rubble of Garcia, Elta's army was left with nothing but clearing roads, extinguishing fires, capturing prisoners, and counting the spoils of war.

It's just that...... The hundred-legged insect died but did not stiffen, and just as a bonfire was lit in the city of Garcia to celebrate the victory, a galleon, which looked like a merchant ship, gently leaned against the berth of the port of Hilzi.

In the dim night light, it seemed to be covered with a veil of unreality. And the owner of this veil is none other than the living god Yukrosatia, who is holding the side panels of the ship and looking down on the people, and the garrison of the port of Hilzi, who is fixing the cables. Because she is the only one with a temperament and appearance that looks completely different from the ordinary people around her.

"From this point of view, the skillful skills and coordination of my teaching army are not as unbearable as the concubine body and you think."

"Yes, yes." The priest Imbizero, who was full of sorrow, hurriedly echoed in a low voice, "These are all the pioneers of the gods in this world, and they are well taught. ”

Imbizero's petty abacus had been completely bankrupt, and the god of the world who had caught up with the ship slapped him in the face on his vain attempts to flee back to the Lancas Islands to make plans again, or even to abscond to foreign countries. However, the Grand Fleet, which had come from afar, was able to turn around and return to its starting point, leaving only one inconspicuous-looking galleon carrying an elite garrison and two special guests to continue the unfinished journey of the empty ships and the Grand Fleet.

As for Imibizero, now he is left to accompany Eucrochatia and listen to the dispatch, and be a cow and a horse - in the beautiful name: to make meritorious deeds. But that's fine, at least he's alive. God knows how he will be tossed, interrogated, and punished when he is sent back?

"Hmph, okay, enough compliments, right? Your ears are going to be calloused, and it's a shame that you don't get tired. With a slight press on the side panels around the ship's deck, Eucrochatia covered half of the starry sky above Imbizero's head with a slight force. Before Imibizerol could react, he saw two splinters the size of a handprint on the side panel just now.

For the sake of secrecy and just in case, the galleon that Ukrosatia was on did not fly any flags with information about the people on board - it looked like an ordinary cargo ship.

So until now, the soldiers on the docks were just doing their job like ordinary supply ships.

"Oh my God...... That, that, look! ”

"That's ...... Is there a god in this world? ”

"Whatever he is, hurry up and kneel!"

Everyone on the dock was in a state of confusion, some standing and some kneeling, and they didn't even have time to fix the rope ladder that the people on board had put halfway down - but the people on the boat had no time to pursue it, for they were also watching the appearance of the living gods on the spot.

It doesn't seem to use any magic, but it shows unusual physical strength. Ukrosatia made a perfect arc in the air, her legs stretched firmly on the ground of the dock.

"Don't be surprised, my people, and do your job." Yukrosatia actually enjoyed the surprise of mortals when they saw through her identity, "If I delay my work because of this, I will be unhappy." ”

The peaceful command came out of Yukrosatia's mouth very disobediently—if I had to describe this sense of disobedience, it would be like a little girl in high school who dragged and dyed her hair and suddenly began to discuss the moral code of women.

However, at this time, this sentence can indirectly confirm the identity of the yellow-haired girl who suddenly appeared on the dock - the people on the dock at least knew that the only people who could call all beings "my people" were those living gods. Others would probably be out of breath when they say this, right?

There is a "hidden overseer" with the gods of the world strolling around, and it is difficult for people on the dock to be lazy. It didn't take long for the rope ladder and the trestle ramp to carry the goods to be installed, and Imibizero, with a team of elite soldiers carrying various supplies, slowly boarded the stairs from the ship and disembarked.

"What's next for you?" After supervising the soldiers carrying the ship's supplies, Imbizero's saluted before Yucrosatia.

"The concubine now wants to go to the front line of the Western Expeditionary Army to see what kind of situation Euffe Mondridge's command has reached now. Then I'll go and meet those bold otherworldters for a while. Yukro Chittia blew her hair on her forehead very casually, "They should be located in what you call the capital of Elta right now, 'Garcia'?" ”

"Yes, Lord of the Living Gods." Imbizerol knew that the first sentence was clearly sarcastic about him, but he could only take it all. "But the soldiers are tired from traveling, and could you please give us a few days before we can switch to the river boats and move on?"

Immibizeroo was not familiar with Elta's river and land transport—a phrase he had come up with from the officers he had handed over. In order to deal with the thorn of this living god, Imabizerol can be described as walking on thin ice. If Ukrosatia didn't listen and decided to forcibly take such a small force into Garcia and even the camp of the Otherworldrs despite fatigue, he would probably have to do the same......

"Well, do mortals still need to rest......" Yukro Shatia nodded, agreeing to Imibizero's request. In this case, set off after three days of preparation. This is the deadline that the concubine can accept. ”

Imi Bizeroo breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you for your leniency. Before you do so, please choose where you want to stay...... It's not as opulent as Hilzi. ”

It's palatial, and then everyone knows who I am, and that's not comfortable. Hearing this, Yucrosatia muttered in her heart. It's fine now, free to run as much as you want, jump as you want, and these grass people don't know their last names anyway - they just have a rough idea of the concept of "living gods".

"Feel free, concubines sometimes have to be sympathetic to the people's feelings." Yukrosatia waved her hand, "The concubine is staying on this ship, and as for this city, don't equip the concubine with an entourage." ”

"Yes, Lord of the Living Gods." Imibizeroo still dared to stare only at Ukro Shatia's leather sandals, and didn't even dare to lift his head. Needless to say, the safety of the gods in this world is needless to say, no one can beat them, do they still need to have any retinues? As for who dares to spy on Ukroschatia? Immibizeroo didn't even have the heart to think of this, and such a bold fellow probably hadn't even had his own mother born yet.

"Then leave it at that," Yukrosatia conjured a wand in her hand, and the tip of the wand suddenly burst into a bright light. "Don't follow you."

Imibzero's reply was quickly lost in the wind, and even traces were hard to find. How did the living god Yukrosatia conjure his wand? That was enough for him to be puzzled.