The tall tower twisted downward in agony, slamming into the ground with a raging fire. After three hundred years of existence, it has been carefully cared for, and it has finally ended its life in a strange way. The night sky was saddened by this, and the moon disappeared into the clouds, no longer willing to face the horror of the sight.

Below the clouds of gunfire lies a fiery red hell on earth......

Fortunately, on the other side of the portal, the sky of Elta is still clear. In the late autumn night sky with no light pollution, the sea of stars spreads all over the sky, and the most conspicuous thing is the arc-shaped galaxy that is different from the Milky Way. Although only one of them could be seen at this time, Yuehua still washed the entire earth without reservation.

In the circle formed by the convoy, only the maintenance corps was left to maintain the vehicles after the long journey and the sentries were patrolling the perimeter. The others had already slept in their tents. Even on the national highway in Elta, the road conditions are still miserable. For horse-drawn carriages, the wide dirt road in front of the car is simply the level of a township road. All kinds of pedestrians and vehicles often appear when they are sparse and convenient to ask for avoidance, and even lead to a large number of citizens watching the grand scene of turtle speed convoys when passing through some urban peripheries. Although there was not much bloodshed on the way to the assembly point, there was a lot of sweat.

Considering the physical problems of the returning captives, who had to be treated quickly after such a long period of torture, it was almost impossible for Eltafang to bring the remaining captives to Shield City for handover. As long as even another dying civilian dies on the road, Elta's compensation burden will have to add another layer to the original burden. Correspondingly, the criticism and pressure faced by the working group should also be increased once. As a result, the Working Group had to opt for a springboard solution similar to the "Blue Light Project" (author's note: Iranian hostage rescue) to solve the problem of the recovery of captured civilians.

Due to the extremely long distance between the portal base and the imperial capital in a straight line, the ground troops first went to the assembly point to open a landing and supply field, and the helicopters replenished fuel and spare parts in multiple batches. Helicopters then arrived on the outskirts of the imperial capital to evacuate civilians and sign a formal agreement, and if it went well enough, the turmoil was temporarily calmed down.

Charles was also happy to see that such an arrangement could go smoothly, and he was not happy to be poor. Regardless of whether it is "luring the wolf into the house" to make the new district and Shuangyue embarrassed, it is his happiest thing to be able to spend the whole New Year with peace of mind. Charles sat on the main seat and took a sip of wine, still preoccupied.

On the open-air dance floor in the distance, the moonlight and lights make beautiful figures on the beautiful stone bricks, and the nobles still have the heart to enjoy the moon, taste wine, sing and dance. Elta's victory or defeat didn't seem to make much of a difference to their enjoyment. If you win, there will naturally be a celebration banquet, if you defeat this group of losers, you will have to come out drunk and drunk with all your face, it looks really annoying, like a lingering fly.

Most of the ministers did not attend tonight's dinner. Most of them simply don't have the heart to waste their time after a new defeat. Only a few young political rookies and their wives came to the dinner together, which can be regarded as giving the organizer - the little prince of Baccarat some face. For a while, there was laughter on the moonlit dance floor, and the people in front of the white cloth tables in the room were frowning, whispering about the tense battle situation on the front line, or not saying a word. At the same banquet, the hot and cold realms complement each other, which is also a great spectacle.

Baccarat also sat in the second seat with great self-control, and did not act like his peers and danced with young girls. There was an imperceptible hint of pride and sinister in his expression as he chewed the cake. Here he is just a big signboard to attract the attention of his father and the main force of the Praetorian Guard in the palace, so that it is convenient for his friends to do some tricks in the palace.

Several floors below the floor of this hanging garden were the temporary quarters of the captives. They were placed separately in rooms that had been arranged for the visits of the palace dignitaries. This also created the conditions for Baccarat's cronies Tanuki to change the crown prince. Also under the moonlight, the Praetorian Guard, Fizetina disguised as the Praetorian Guard, and the goddess official who met the physical conditions shuttled through the corridor.

The old Emperor Charles's silver knife slid slightly on the piece of meat and slammed it on the plate. If Charles had a magic stick by his side and could ask "what is the good luck of the lord", it must be an ominous omen. It's a pity that the old emperor hasn't met his Yuan Tiangang for decades, and of course no one told him that the hidden danger is sneaking under the thin ice.

The ball was still in full swing, and Miss Priest had already changed into the disguise of a black-haired girl, and the caretaker had been replaced by Baccarat's insider. This jade was indeed transferred, and the Praetorian Guards also successfully returned to the farm outside the city with the prince's beloved toy. As long as the ball covering them is over, Baccarat will have half of what he is seeking.

One of the Praetorian Guards, dressed in civilian clothes, quietly entered the venue through the gate with his fiancée, and went to the cart to get a glass of red wine. This was the code that Baccarat had asked the actors to leave him with in advance. This represents the success of the operation. The dance floor was still full of laughter, attracting people to linger. However, Baccarat only wanted to forget about the ball, the closing of the two months, and the pug-like eyes of the Praetorian Guard's henchmen. All he had to do was get out of front of his father and spend the night with his most beloved toy, the one he had just captured, and no one else could take it from him.

Tomorrow, the priest girl who will sacrifice her life for God will return to her "homeland" as a civilian captive who has been deaf, dumb and blind in the war, through the other side of the portal. As soon as the damn portal is closed, Baccarat will be able to stand out differently, and Bimonthly will be able to get the infiltration that decades ago have not been done. The aging Charles will never again be able to fight back as he did decades ago, and he is nothing now after losing his military power and the Praetorian Guard being infiltrated like a honeycomb coal.

Facing the sharp-eyed Baccarat in the Chamber of Secrets, Philetina smoking a self-rolled cigarette in the Chapel of the Two Moons, Archbishop Vataf of the Two Moons, Charles reading the recital in the study, and the new district personnel waiting with the helicopter unit in the forward camp, all the players took out what they thought were ghost cards and began to wait for the sunrise tomorrow.