The huge fireworks are like the most magnificent flowers, dyeing the whole sky red. The ace pilots that the people of the United States are proud of are all wiped out in the sky after solving several times the enemy.

The proud Captain Jack, with his glorious life and brilliant achievements, fell with his comrades in this eastern country, and even at the last moment did not get a glimpse of the beautiful cherry blossoms.

An overwhelming number of planes flew over D-Kyo, and the formation of planes from other bases in Fuso changed their minds at the last moment, and they joined the camp of General Sakamura to resolutely deal with the emperor who had introduced foreigners.

The end of Joben has also come, and after all the planes of those Mi people have been shot down, the army attacking D Jing no longer has any scruples. They fought bravely, trying to open a gap. There was no longer any force behind them that could contain them, they only needed to tear through the fragile defense of the D-capital city.

And Joeben and his allies were horrified to find that countless soldiers were slowly walking towards them in a neat formation from the direction of D-Jing. The attack is slow, but every step symbolizes death.

Formations of helicopter gunships rumbled in the sky, and beneath them were a torrent of steel composed of armored combat vehicles. The perfect offensive formed in the heavens and the earth was wrapped in countless elite soldiers, and everyone's eyes were full of longing for victory, and those who looked at the enemy were determined to slash and kill.

"All troops are ready for battle!" Joeben screamed at a shriek, and in the face of Sakamura's final blow, he had no way to retreat. He knew that if he retreated now, the enemy's chariots alone could crush all his defenses.

Only by fighting to the death can there be a glimmer of life. If he had escaped now, he would probably have his head cut off and sent to Prime Minister Sakamura or Tada Yu before he had gone far.

But if you persist tenaciously, reinforcements from the Mi people will come. There are also hundreds of thousands of other reinforcements promised by the Mi people, so many people combined, he always has hope of victory.

Watch as the troops quickly dig out the trenches and frantically prepare to defend themselves before the enemy attacks. Joben wiped his cold sweat heavily, and he could only pray now that under the tough attack of his opponent, he could wait for reinforcements to arrive. He hoped that the people of the United States would not abandon him as an ally and would not abandon the emperor.

In fact, the Mi fleet is in a state of panic at the moment, and the spies stationed in Fusang have already reported the news that all the troops in Fusang are supporting D Jing to the top management.

And the news of the destruction of the rest of the reinforcements was also reported to the authorities of the United States in the fastest time, and now in the office of the president of the United States, a group of Supreme Rulers of the United States are meeting urgently.

After weighing the various interests, all the top officials of the United States almost unanimously raised their hands and voted to abandon the Fuso operation. The loss of some planes and pilots is nothing, and they can continue to train and continue to build. But in this case, they may lose even more by getting involved in the war.

The president of the United States has reached a critical moment in the next election, and his opponents are watching his every move. The operation was carried out in secret, and only his cronies knew about it.

Originally, I hoped to use this operation to play a beautiful card in politics, but unfortunately now the situation has changed, and Fusang's army and Huaxia have joined forces. If the United States increases its military investment at such a time, it is likely to fall into a long war quagmire.

This is the last thing that the president of the United States wants to see, since he can't get the fastest benefits, then give up decisively. A super politician like the president of the United States would never care about the lives of those poor soldiers.

It's just that poor Qiao Ben is still waiting for his reinforcements, but he doesn't know that just a few minutes ago, the Mi fleet had received the highest instructions to immediately withdraw from the Fuso Sea. The fleet of the Mi people was busy preparing to retreat, and no one was in the mood to care about his ally who was trapped in the Jedi.

The long-range rockets of the gunships began to take effect. The three divisions from Kyushu formed a long defensive front, and with the troops who followed them and wanted to gain benefits, there were more than 100,000 people on this front.

However, more than 100,000 people have lost more than half of their heavy weapons under the previous blows by the bombers of the Air Self-Defense Force, and now the only combat vehicles and artillery pieces are also being caught in the fire one by one by the targeted strikes of the helicopter gunships.

And the divisions from Kyushu had no way to deal with these helicopter gunships flying in the air, and they had just wanted to use rockets to shoot back at these low-flying helicopter gunships, and the opponent's armored combat vehicles were already rolling over their positions in a roar.

The soldiers in Kyushu are really going crazy, and almost all of the opponent's tanks are the most advanced land tanks in the United States. In order to build its best ally in Asia, the United States did not hesitate to provide a large amount of weapons assistance to Fuso. Although all of this aid was provided for money, the weapons were given to the Fuso people without reservation, and there were almost no restrictions.

Now these weapons are perfectly harvesting the lives of Kyushu soldiers, the tanks have smashed through the wreckage of armored vehicles that have turned into iron lumps, and 150mm guns are mercilessly bombarding the positions. The soldiers of Kyushu had nowhere to run at all, and they were saddened to find that the entire front was a raging torrent of steel.

Behind the tank, there were heavy armored infantry vehicles. The Kyushu soldiers, who had barely escaped the crushing of the tanks, had not had time to use anti-tank guns to eliminate these invaders, and they were confronted with countless muzzles sticking out of the armored vehicles.

Automatic rifles, squad light machine guns, sniper rifles, grenade guns. Countless bullets of different calibers erupted from the shooting holes of armored infantry vehicles at one time, flying in and out under the smoke screen of smoke bombs and gas shells, harvesting the lives of one Kyushu soldier after another.

The adjutant stood under artillery fire with his head down, and shouted loudly to Qiao Ben: "General, let's go quickly, the defense line won't last long, we don't have heavy weapons, and it is impossible to hold it under their air-ground coordinated operations." Qiao Ben looked at the cannon fire that rushed into the sky, and suddenly seemed to fall into a state of confusion. He is still waiting for the support of the people of the United States, and he also fantasizes about swaggering into Dkyo after defeating Sakamura, receiving a grand reception from the emperor, and then becoming the defense minister of the entire Fuso.

But the tank was already crushing his soldier's body and moving forward, less than two kilometers from where he was now, and in two minutes he could rush in front of him, and then the large-caliber machine gun on the tank would sweep him into a pile of minced meat.

What the hell is going on here? What about a good victory? What about the support that was promised? Qiao Ben has been smart all his life, but now he is confused, he doesn't understand why he is standing here.

"General, we can't wait! Kameda's guy has already run away, and the other division can't stand it, so it is estimated that they will have to run too. The adjutant reminded loudly: "Hurry up and decide." Jomoto laughed dumbly, he wanted to thank Kameda for not giving himself a fatal blow when he ran, but ran away with his head in his arms like a mouse. He was still righteous enough, and before he died, he didn't think about defecting and taking his life to atone for his sins.

"Run? Where to run? Do you think we'll be fine if we run back to Kyushu? The whole of Fuso is no longer a place where the emperor can say anything, we have become traitors, as long as the people on the other side win, we are all lambs to the slaughter! Qiao Ben took out his pistol and had a resolute smile on his face: "So, let's die here." Escaping is just a matter of surviving for a while, so let's just let Kameda wait to be killed like a wild dog. We are great Kyushu warriors, and the warriors of Kyushu are going to die with dignity. Joeburn rushed forward with the last of his courage. Although this is obviously a mantis arm as a car, in the absence of any heavy weapons, it is impossible to win with heavy machine guns alone. But Qiao Ben's insistence on showing that he was a samurai still deeply moved the adjutant.

The adjutant also pulled out his pistol, and he, like Joeben, was also a traitor. Joeburn was right, if they lost today, they would have to die here. The world is so big that wherever they flee, they will be hunted down. Everywhere you go, you will die, so let's die happily.

The Kyushu soldiers suddenly burst into a state of excitement, the barrel of the machine gun turned red, and they even grabbed the barrel of the scalded human skin to cool down, allowing the red barrel to burn their skin.

The soldiers of Kyushu are like a group of barbarians who have escaped from the mountains, and before civilization is about to destroy them, they have to show a trace of their wildness to prove that they are the most orthodox representatives in the world.

Flames and death swept across the battlefield, and no matter how brave the Kyushu soldiers were, the high-tech weapons of strangulation and the determination to unite finally prevailed over their greedy hearts.

The last Kyushu soldier fell, and many more fled towards the mountain roads. The pursuers use all kinds of means of transportation to hunt down, and a traitor like this must not be left behind.

In the silence of the battlefield, only the fire crackled and burned, and Joben collapsed in a crater, covered in blood. The final outcome of this once glorious general was not the Minister of Defense, on the contrary, he died with his adjutant.

Ten minutes later, the telegram of victory was received in the combat command headquarters on the outskirts of D-capital, and the entire combat command room was immersed in joy. Some of the generals even hugged each other excitedly and punched each other on the back.

They were so happy that they smashed the enemy's double-sided attack and the air support of the Mi people, and completely annihilated the enemy. The battle to encircle the point and send reinforcements was considered a complete end, and ended with the annihilation of the rebel army reinforced by Kyushu.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Nighthawk was surprisingly calm. He stood silently in front of the large D-Jing battle sand table, his eyes fixed on the building above.

"The final attack, right?" Sakamura stood beside him, smoking a cigarette vigorously.

"It's here, the end of a qiē, it's today!" Nighthawk slammed his fist into the sandbox, shattering where the palace was.