"Boss, who are you talking about?" His gaze swept behind Feng Ge, and Long Aotian wondered.

Feng Ge didn't answer Long Aotian, and when he turned around, he was already looking for the crowd.

In the next few days, the fighters, immersed in tension and anticipation, were in torment every day.

They look forward to a decisive battle to reclaim their homeland and drive out the ferocious Demon Blood invaders.

For this, they are fearless, no matter what the result is, they have fought for the motherland, for the Terrans, without regrets.

In everyone's expectation, finally, on the eve of the decisive battle, there are only three days left before the time agreed with the Human Emperor, and they want to break through the Starry Night Imperial Capital within these three days!

As night fell, there was not a single star in the sky, and it was clear that tomorrow would be rainy.

During the campfire, after several days of training, all the warriors put on thick armor and helmets that were somewhat worn out from the long battle.

I don't know how many spears I have replaced, I just hope that this will not be the last.

The expeditionary force, the 300,000-strong army was ready to go in Grand City, in fact, after so many battles, several division commanders discovered early in the morning that the two divisions led by Emperor Shaojun Feiye and Mo Shaojun had not appeared when they landed from the sea.

Everyone chose to remain silent, a qualified fighter who never had to question the manager's decision.

A silver armor, in the rear of the army, in a hidden tent.

"Where the hell did your division commander go?" Looking at the two deputy commanders of the Eighth Division in front of her, Feng Ge said, four days, since the last time, she hasn't seen Xinglian for four whole days!

Why, why did she suddenly have a bad premonition.

However, in order not to shake the morale of the army, she can't show anything.

"The division commander has not appeared since he left that letter four days ago." Looking at Feng Singer's letter, the deputy commander of the Eighth Division whispered, bowing his head and looking scared.

Hearing this, Feng Ge held the letter in his hand, but his brows furrowed.

This letter is indeed Xinglian's handwriting, and the content is credible.

"Feng Ge, after fighting for so long, I'm tired, I can't eat enough every day, I can't sleep well, I'm also tired. Fighting this kind of thing, why should I be a princess, I don't want to die, I'm leaving, I want to live an ordinary life, the eighth regiment has been handed over to the two deputy division commanders to lead, I hope you can win this time. ”

This is definitely not something that Xinglian would say!

"In the last few days, Xinglian's complexion is really not good, maybe she really feels tired, and she is about to fight a decisive battle, at this time, you must not shake the spirit of the army." Behind Feng Ge, Sima Lin said that although he was also worried about the safety of the Star Lotus girl, if something went wrong at this time, they would all be wiped out.

Hearing this, looking at the letter in his hand, Feng Ge shook it again and again, and finally, raised his head.

"Ready, send troops!" Feng Ge said, finally, put away the letter in his hand and walked out of the cloak!

The 300,000 troops, dressed into the best equipment, took the last weapons, and slowly sailed out of the Grand City with the battle flag flying outside the Gran City, heading towards the Starry Night Imperial Capital.

In the corner of the city wall, wearing a black cloak and holding on to the edge of the city wall, Xinglian was able to stand up with difficulty, looking at the direction in which the army disappeared, her eyes became moist little by little.

Perhaps, this is the last time she will see them again.