IC64, September, 7, Aleknajik.

Compared with the old era, the Arctic and Antarctic Circles of the new era have expanded much to the lower latitudes, and Aleknajik, a small city originally on the edge of the Polar Circle, is completely enveloped by the North Pole.

The four seasons here are like winter, the cold wind is endless, the sun is not visible here, the thick radiation clouds are pressed in the sky, and the gray snowflakes are fluttering one after another, all year round. Gray snow is extremely radiant, and even creatures with tenacious mutations cannot survive on the surface for long periods of time.

However, nature still has a room. Aleknajik is an underground green island, where the forests and water sources are buried deep under the ice, just between the frozen mezzanines, with glaciers above and glaciers at the feet, like the legendary Crypt Kingdom, a huge, silvery Crypt Kingdom.

Of course, the so-called huge is only in terms of this special landform. With a total area of only 170 square kilometers and 14 meters at its highest point, Aleknajik is dreary, cramped, and cold.

As the northernmost Green Island in the entire American Union, with a permanent population of only 3,000, Ellul brought nearly 20,000 people eight days ago, accompanied by artillery, tanks, a whole wagon of supplies and medicines, bringing a long-lost vitality to this sub-ice city.

The initiator was indeed angry. Two days ago, the African Union's war report reached him through Greenwich's intelligence network, and Anaheim's thunderous actions made his month-long experience a joke.

The world was so unfair to him, and Anaheim's battle plan was exactly what he had envisioned. At the beginning of August, he planned to take an overland route through the Bering Strait and cross Siberia to attack the Caucasus alliance town of McRovo, but even without mentioning the 6,400-kilometer journey, the average temperature of minus 40 degrees Celsius and the year-round radiation and snow storms along the way were already discouraged by the alliance generals.

Ellul didn't have the prestige of Anaheim, let alone the vision and power to match.

In order to maximize his forces for the feast, he even paid a huge price to appease the weakened but never able to eradicate the puppet Ontario Alliance, including the autonomy of Syracuse and the other nine Green Isles, the two vice-speakers of the Alliance's parliament and nearly a quarter of the seats, and, most crucially, a seat on the military council.

The advantage of this compromise is that he was able to consolidate his forces in mid-July, but the downside is that politically, he is no longer the dictator of his word, with political opponents with enormous influence, financial backing from the Great Lakes, and far more slick political skills than he was.

His strategy was overtly and covertly resisted, the troop build-up was slow, and the intelligence leakage was serious until he voluntarily gave up.

On August 10th, Prodi. Ethel stunned Eden and finally silenced the anti-war voices of the entire alliance, but the ensuing strategic discussion lasted for more than half a month, another round of quarrels, compromises and concessions, until the golden age of sending troops faded away, and this great, brilliant new strategy was finally discussed.

Take the military train, go straight to the Caucasus, fight, and win.

Elul was finally able to go out with enough troops, but his destination could only be Irkutsk, the end of the international orbit of the Alliance of the Americas to the Caucasus, the fourth-order capable Andrei. Tolstoy's hometown, more recently, is the burial place of Andy's dead wife, Anna, who died in the Mayan war.

How dare Elul go there with his army? In the event that the Caucasians were desperate to fight him there, would he fight or would he retreat in disgrace?

For the Caucasians, this is almost inevitable. victory, even if it is a loss to Green Island, after all, the Caucasian Union and Andy have no old grudges; Defeated, everything will be over, and at least one fourth-order ability will avenge them.

Will the League of the Americas hold back the angry wolf fangs? Will it be able to withstand the retaliation of the equally angry Scavengers League and the Māori's high-end force? Perhaps the finale of the war has not yet begun, the League of the Americas and his Octavio. Ellul has already become a historical term.

Irkutsk must be shunned.

This time, it was Erul's turn to delay, and the document demanding that the government of Irkutsk be strictly neutral had already been sent, and in order to avoid misunderstandings, he even explained his military strength and determination.

It was a grand declaration of war against the Caucasus Union, and the thought of being forced into such a position by the alliance's political enemies gave Ellul an urge to destroy the world.

"Your Excellency!" Adjutant Antonio finally appeared, and everything should have a result.

"Dear Antonio, tell me you have brought good news." Ellul suppressed his nervousness, his voice muffled.

"Good news, Your Excellency, Irkutsk announced its secession from the Caucasus Union and strict neutrality." Young Antonio gasped, "And they opened the orbit to McLovo, allowing any force to pass directly through the island without entering the island!" ”

"Tell the warriors to go and meet the battle." On the 8th day of arriving in Aleknajik, Ellul felt for the first time how cold and cold it was...... It's exciting.

"Yes!"

"By the way, the labor division is on an expedition, and for the sake of victory, the soldiers should not have other thoughts in mind." Ellul looked out the window, and the view of the green island was very poor, and he could hardly see the distance, "80 tons of explosives is probably enough to destroy this ice sheet." ”

"That'...... What about the people? Antonio shuddered.

"Give them 2 hours and expel them all." Ellul didn't look back, "As for those who don't want to go, don't force it." ”

……

On September 7, the eastern suburb of McRovo, an important town of the Caucasus Union.

A section of the track from Irkutsk to Mycrovo was dismantled, just in the eastern suburbs, and it was about to enter the last 10 kilometers of the island.

The Union of the Mediterranean is on the verge of extinction, and the coalition of hope for the alliance is still far away, and the only thing the Caucasians can rely on is themselves.

Vladimir. Akachev was naked, draped in a huge white bear skin, and looked out into the wind and snow at the broken track crack 10 kilometers away. The wind and snow were very strong, and everyone on the side knew about it, but in fact, he couldn't see anything at all.

But he is the hero of the Caucasian Union, the idol of all the soldiers, and people respect him as much as their own father, and the 32-year-old 2nd 9th rank, the dragon Akachev is the cornerstone and hope of the Caucasus to a higher level.

"Vladimir, are you worried about Aurora?" A lean, one-eyed man approached with a bottle of vodka and threw it right next to Akachev.

He was wearing a heavy military coat, the collar and cuffs were also army green, and he was stepping on high riding boots, obviously a full military dress, and he became particularly conspicuous in the midst of the ice and snow.

Ivan. Sbelsky, a third-order warrior of the Caucasian Union, 42 years old, lieutenant colonel, commander of the assault battalion directly under the military headquarters, codenamed Army Soul. The assault battalion directly under the Caucasian Union Military Department is a warrior unit established by the alliance in imitation of Futu, using the standard three-three system equipment, 7 people per class, 1 third-order martial artist in the whole battalion, 7 second-order martial artists, and the rest are first-order martial artists.

Whether compared to Futu or Bergasus, this assault battalion is shabby, with no auxiliary equipment and no high proportion of second-order warriors, but the Caucasian Alliance is weak, which is already the limit of what they can support.

"Aurora is very clever, and I'm sure she can handle it." Karachev poured half a bottle of wine in one gulp and sighed contentedly.

Aurora. Storona is the only woman in the Caucasian Alliance's high-end combat trio, 27 years old, second-order level 7, codenamed Imitation Bird. She has the usual tall and beautiful young women of the Caucasus, but her out-of-the-box personality makes the two men regard her more as a junior, and inadvertently has more love and care.

"It's not Aurora, what's the wind you're blowing here at this time?" Ivan scoffed, "Exercising? Or is it domineering? The Jagues are still far away! ”

"It's just pity for that man."

"The one from Irkutsk?"

"Yes, if Andrei had remained in the Alliance, the Americans would never have dared to threaten us like this, and Irkutsk would not have left the Union like this."

"They at least gave us the time for the announcement and the departure of the Americans, not to mention that they only opened one track so that we could concentrate on the invasion, and it seems to me that they have done their duty."

"I don't blame them, it's just a pity that I couldn't have a good drink with Andre, and I don't know if I will have a chance in the future."

"It's true that there is a fourth-order ability in the Caucasus, but the two of us haven't even met each other, it's a pity."

"Great men have the way of great men, soldiers have the way of soldiers, go in, comrades-in-arms, the war is about to begin."

On September 7, IC64, the head of the League of Americas, Octavio. Ellul personally led the troops, with 20,000 troops, and the second-order ability Li Di. Baker, Myla. Tomilla's high-profile advance into the Caucasian Union is off the line, and war is on the verge of breaking out.

……

Somewhere in the vast sandy sea, a small, outrageous green island was bustling with people, and a burly one-armed man sat cross-legged on the edge of the oasis with a giant sword on his back.

His cloak was torn, but it was new, stained with all sorts of dirt, as if it hadn't been washed in a long time.

"Brother, where are you going?" 3 companions of scavengers came up to talk, whether it was a cloak or a giant sword, the experienced scavengers could see the combat effectiveness of this man, walking in the sand sea to be able to be accompanied by such a strong man, is responsible for his own life.

"I don't know, where do you go?" The one-armed man replied with a smile, and he removed the hood from his cloak, revealing a valiant face and pale blonde hair.

"If we don't dislike it, we have a news, there is an abandoned shelter not far away, and the points are divided into four, how about it?" The man who accosted him hurriedly picked up.

"Okay, call me when you leave, I'll be here." The one-armed man smiled and nodded, agreeing easily.

"That's a word, let's go and prepare supplies first, and set off in 1 hour, see you or leave!"

"See you or leave you."

The makeshift partner is gone, and Andy turns around, puts on his hood again, and closes his eyes to recuperate.

Anna, will Irkutsk be lonely?

Little Rupee took a favor from my eldest and is still sending you flowers as promised, right?

Actually, it's not that fun without you......