The shelling to the west of the Chiyan Mountains continued all night. There was no way to rest in this fearful environment, and by the time dawn everyone's bags had darkened.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the first fresh troops arrived at the top of the hill and prepared to attack the next strategic point.

In yesterday's war, the Third Army of the Red Dragon Principality invested 30,000 troops and more than 2,000 mechas, including 22 strong people in the Holy Domain, more than 130 strong people in the town guard, and more than 1,000 elite soldiers, a total of more than 70 strategic points were captured, and the overall front advanced by five kilometers.

"Baron Prade, on behalf of the Royal House of Maris, the Council of the Red Dragon Principality, and Count George, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to you and your men for the heroic performance of you and your men in yesterday's battle."

"Your sacrifices and efforts have made a tremendous contribution to advancing the front."

"Now, you just need to draw a team of fifty men for the next round of attack, and the rest can stay where they are until a new order comes."

In yesterday's battle, more than half of the troops in Prader Town had been reduced, and there were only more than 100 people left in the 200-strong ranks, and now half of them had to be transferred to participate in the attack, which was tantamount to adding insult to injury for them.

But the military order is like a mountain, even if two legs are broken, climb to the opposite mountain. There is no word "retreat" in the military code of the Red soldiers.

"I'll go." Baron Prade didn't think long before making a decision.

"No, father, you can't go!" The eldest son, Sean, stepped out of the crowd and objected, "I'd better go, Prader Town needs your wisdom." ”

"No, it should be up to me, my father and eldest brother stay here to command!" Peter, the youngest son, argued.

Everyone knows that this time, there is a chance that they will not be able to come back.

"You have five minutes to make a decision." The captain of the gendarmerie said, then turned to leave. He hadn't taken a few steps before he turned around and added, "No matter who goes, this glory will be recorded in the Prade family's battle book." ”

Hearing the words family, glory, and military exploits, the three fathers and sons in Prader Town all had their eyes lit up, as if they had injected a shot in the arm, swept away the haze of yesterday, and became energetic and high-spirited.

In front of the family, the life of the individual, and even the gains and losses of honor and disgrace, have become insignificant.

All the glory will be concentrated on the surname Prader, watered with hundreds of years and the blood of dozens of generations, and finally become synonymous with bravery and nobility.

After a heated argument, the team was finally led by the eldest son, Sean.

Sean's reason is simple, he is an assault soldier, and the class with the highest survival rate in the battle.

The best soldiers left in Prader Town were selected for the next battle. All sacrifices and efforts will be credited to the Duchy's military exploits, and even the lowest creeps will be credited with this honor, bringing glory and pride to the descendants of this surname.

In the Red Country, few of the ancestors had ever been on the battlefield, and they didn't dare to speak out loud.

This is also why Baron Prade only respects Chen Xing on the surface, but he actually looks down on it in his heart.

Chen Xing is rich and powerful, and even the maid is a powerhouse in the Holy Domain, but he has no military exploits.

Different from the new-school aristocracy of "milk is a mother" and "the mall is another battlefield", in the concept of the old-school aristocracy such as Baron Prade, the aristocracy exists for war, the sword of the kingdom to expand its territory, and the shield to resist foreign enemies.

The "nobility" of the nobility is not the wealth heaped out of the mountains of gold and silver, but the nobility forged by blood and fire.

The difference between the two is that wealth is ephemeral and lacks high-level status, while dignity is eternal and can reach the highest peaks.

A businessman, even if he is rich, is a businessman, not an aristocrat. The nobility had to prove itself with medals and glory.

Chen Xing is a typical new-school aristocrat, even if he pursues military exploits, it is based on interests, not out of a sense of glory. They were called "refined egoists" by the old-school aristocracy.

Of course, Chen Xing can't be blamed for this, he is not from this world in the first place, he has no feelings and no love for this land, and he will not work hard for a princess who wants to kill him all the time.

He just happened to appear in this country, and he happened to get some benefits, and as for glory or something, he could only ask: Can this thing be eaten?

At ten o'clock in the morning, a new round of battle began. The mountains were full of fires, shells, grenades, and rockets exploded, and war cries and screams were mixed. The laterite rocks are covered with stumps and broken arms, and blood is pouring from the cracks, and the brutal images are shocking.

"Pong!" Baron Prader was observing the opposite hill when the sound of glass shattering suddenly sounded. He looked up and saw a hole-sized hole in the glass of the Valkyrie's cockpit, surrounded by snowflake-like cracks.

Looking down along the breach, a dark red lump of iron was embedded in the sunken steel plate, and wisps of green smoke came out.

Super heavy anti-materiel sniper rifle with an effective range of 3,000 meters.

Baron Prade quickly judged the type of weapon and the approximate direction of fire.

Under his control, the Valkyrie slowly turned around, and the two machine guns on her shoulders fired at the sniper's position.

Large patches of red dust rose from the mountain, like a thick mountain fog.

The probability of hitting the opponent at this distance is very small, but you can't do nothing, at least not make the opponent as comfortable as hitting a target.

At the foot of the mountain opposite, soldiers as dense as ants were climbing upwards. He knew that his eldest son was inside.

In order to coordinate their attack and reduce the pressure from the top of the hill, Baron Prade ordered all the shells to be thrown on the opposite hill.

Most of the sixteen mechs brought with it had been destroyed, and the few ART6s were firing cannonballs, and scattered earth springs exploded in the distance.

About half an hour later, the troops of the Red Dragon side rushed up the hill, and the two sides began to engage in hand-to-hand combat. At this time, the long-range fire will accidentally injure their own people, and they will all stop.

Time has become extremely long, and they are all waiting for news from across the mountain.

"Look over there, there's a spirit, it's a salamander!"

Following the soldier's instructions, a huge salamander clinged to the mountain, its gills fanning out, emitting a sharp hiss, and then spewing a thick pillar of fire upwards.

The top of the mountain was suddenly burned into a sea of fire, the ammunition exploded, and the burning soldiers jumped off the cliff, which was extremely tragic.

It wasn't long before the roar of the cannonballs rang out, and a large fountain of earth exploded at the salamander's location. The rock and soil loosened, and the salamander's webbed toes could no longer cling to it, and its massive body began to slide down, and finally fell.

"Didi!"

The black watch suddenly sounded, and Baron Prade's body stiffened slightly.

At this time, any information received will be terrifying.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Baron Prade lifted his sleeves. The moment he saw the screen, he was like a lightning strike, and two lines of tears flowed out.

[Sean Prader, ID number: Hur......, deceased]

[John Prader, Peter Prader, Mrs. Shirley Prader...... and other six people are the first order heirs of the property]

[Sean Prader's estate makes the following distribution......]

[Inheritance tax deduction 15......]

[Start Posting ......]

Although I have thought about this result countless times since the day I set out, I still can't breathe because of the pain at this moment.

Baron Prader clung to the armrest of the driver's seat, trembling all over. He tried his best to restrain himself, but an irrepressible cry came from his throat.

The greatest pain in the world is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person.

On the medal of glory, in addition to blood and bullet marks, there are tears......

"I don't have a brother anymore, I don't have a brother anymore!"

Peter screamed uncontrollably, pounding his chest and sobbing loudly.

"Watch out for snipers!" "Come back soon!"

Several soldiers rushed up and crushed Peter to the ground, so that the tragedy of the Prad family would not be repeated.

The tragic war continues, and it will not stop for half a second because of who has lost a son, who has lost a lover, and who has lost a close friend.

A few hours later, the offensive of the Third Army of the Red Dragon Principality ended in failure. More troops were invested than yesterday, but they couldn't even tear open the second line of defense.

"The Red Rock Pig has begun to counterattack!"

"Get up and get ready to fight!"

After the Chiyan side held the battle line, they began to take advantage of the victory to pursue and counterattack the strategic places occupied by the Red Dragon side.

Baron Prade, who had just experienced the loss of his son, had to brace himself and face the enemy who was about to rush up.

Of the more than two hundred people who had originally been brought from Pradetown, there were now less than fifty left.

In the blink of an eye, the enemy army rushed up the hill. There are not only Chiyan's soldiers, but also an ironclad tiger.

"Fight, children, for glory, for victory!"

"Let's embrace death!"

Baron Prade piloted the old Valkyrie mecha and rushed towards the Iron Tiger.

The ironclad tiger roared, slammed into the Valkyrie mecha's two-handed greatsword, and then pounced on the mecha's body, the tiger's claws were angry, and the sensor on the mecha's head was slapped to pieces.

But I saw the Valkyrie mecha with her arms folded and tightly wrapped around the waist of the ironclad tiger.

"Old friend, help me one more time......"

Baron Prader muttered, pushing the power of the engine to the maximum. The entire mech began to vibrate, electric sparks flew everywhere on the dashboard, and the pressure continued to rise.

His eyes were full of reluctance and nostalgia, and finally he took another look at the familiar cockpit, pushed open the hatch and jumped out.

The Iron Tiger struggled desperately, its claws scraping the red soil to shreds on the ground. The Valkyrie mecha held it firmly, the overloaded engine spilling red light, the temperature rising rapidly, and white smoke rising all over the body.

"Boom!"

The air flow of the explosion swept up in the air, and after more than thirty years of service, the Valkyrie mecha and the ironclad tiger had already reached the end of their life.

Baron Prad wiped the dust from his face, activated his psionic armor, and drew his sword to slash at the enemy.

The hill turned into an oil pot again, and the dumplings inside were constantly tumbling and struggling in the boiling oil......

About half an hour later, Baron Prade, who had killed several Red Rock soldiers, shook his body, and his excessive physical and mental energy had reached the limit, and his consciousness began to blur.

As if he had seen his eldest son when he was born, he opened his little white hand and smiled at him......

On the strategic map, the flags symbolizing the Red Dragon Principality were pulled off one by one, and the flags of the Chiyan side spread like a virus.

"Is it all over?"

Baron Prade staggered towards the cliff, his gaze glazed like a walking corpse.

Defeat is a foregone conclusion, and soon the war will return to square one, and all their sacrifices and efforts will be in vain.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly fell from the sky.

Looking up, two-headed carriages peeked out of the clouds.

All of them are tall horses, cloaked in golden armor, iron hooves stepping on fire, and their eyes are glowing with gloomy green. With heavy breathing, the nose spews hot steam, and the hooves trample impatiently, and it seems extremely irritable, and the touch is angry.

The body is covered with thorns, and the edge is exposed, shining golden under the sunlight, like a golden sea of light.

In the first carriage, a young girl was standing. The colorful skirt flutters, heroic and heroic, as dazzling as the newborn sun.

"Because of my name, the power of heaven has come!"

In the next second, countless sharp blades shot out from the carriage, shooting towards the Chiyan defenders' position like a torrential rain.

In an instant, the laterite rocks within a radius of several kilometers were filled with sharp blades.

The screams came one after another, and the Chiyan soldiers who had not had time to hide in the bunker were pierced through their bodies by sharp blades, or cut through their flesh, and their bodies were covered in blood.

Even if they had been prepared, they had suffered heavy losses in the face of this extremely fast weapon of mass destruction.

Above the sky, a spatial rift across the sky slowly opened. Dazzling balls of light flew out of the blue sea of light.

When the brilliance on the surface dissipated, a pair of white wings were revealed.

"Oh my God, it's a Seraph!"

The sword in the Seraph's hand ignited with crimson flames, and with a swing of the blade downward, countless fireballs rained down from the sky.

The battle line of the Principality of Chiyan suddenly burned into a sea of fire.

Baron Prade, who saw this scene, swallowed his saliva, and his whole person was stunned.

This is the power of the king, which destroys the world in the snap of his fingers.

Immediately after, countless giant sword armor jumped out of the crack, and with heavy steps, they rushed into the sea of fire, slashing everything in front of them.

There was another electric lightning, and the cloak with the afterimage flashed around, backstabbing and bleeding.

"The Golden-Eyed Witch is here!"

"Quick, go and ask Ramsden!"

In less than ten minutes, the Principality of Chiyan broke through two lines of defense in a row. The legendary seven-fold mountain, like a papier-mâché castle in front of the supreme powerhouse, is flattened with one foot.

Marquis Chiyan rode his flaming goat and rushed to the scene at great speed, but he did not dare to show his face, and watched as the Legion of Destruction slaughtered in all directions.

When Xiao Wang meets the big king, he will only be hanged and beaten.