As Ling Zifeng's strength gradually improved, he became more and more confident in completing the [Final Occupation] mission. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Of course, in addition to completing this mission, he must also enlist the reserves, the assassin beauty Mosandi.

There is nothing unexpected about the development of the current situation.

During this time, he did not forget to exchange letters with Mosandi, and it can be seen from the letters he received every month that during these years, the "liberation cause" of Babylon was booming.

In the past few years, under the leadership of the little prince, according to the various countermeasures he gave before, they have really developed rapidly. Almost all the cities of Babylon were conquered as they had expected.

The former nobles also expressed their submission one by one, and the strength of the Babylonian Liberation Army is now several times greater than it was at the beginning.

And the Persians really didn't care about their "little fights" in the countryside at first, perhaps because of the lack of transportation information.

By the time the Persians began to be alert to them, it was already more than two years after the Battle of Thermopylae.

At this time, it was the time when several Persian princes fought for the throne. Things turned out as expected, and the Persians could no longer afford to care about their liberation movement.

Most of Ling Zifeng's replies described his cultivation career and sincerely encouraged the brothers and sisters to restore their country. In addition, he also told some small stories that blew up the Spartan training ground from time to time.

The letters exchanged are very interesting, and the content of the letters does not mention half of the children's private affairs, but only the past of the past of the war and cultivation over the years. But between the lines, it is more and more revealed that the two miss each other.

One day, Ling Zifeng was sitting in the courtyard, holding a letter written in a parchment in his hand, and his eyes looked into the distance, as if he was recalling something.

The parchment scroll was densely written with Juan Xiu's handwriting, and it was expected that the owner of the handwriting should be like these words, and should be a beautiful woman. 、

Ling Zifeng looked at the letter in a daze, his thoughts had already drifted to its owner with the letter at this time. Slender and graceful figure, delicate and lovely face, and that gentle and charming demeanor.

He said to himself, "I haven't seen her for a few years, is she doing well?" ”

Now Ling Zifeng is proficient in martial arts and magic, and his strength has been greatly improved. As the situation was approaching, he felt that it was time to go to the Persians to see if he could complete the [Final Occupation] mission.

So in the afternoon of the same day, Ling Zifeng went to the Spartan palace to bid farewell to King Leonidas. After thanking him and saying goodbye, the king solemnly presented him with a set of Spartan warrior's golden armor and the iconic blood-colored cloak.

Ling Zifeng thanked him again and floated away alone.

On the day he left, the evening golden light sprinkled over the fields outside Sparta, and the golden waves of wheat in the fields were not dazzling.

It's autumn again.

A few years ago in the fall, a young magician came to the wilderness and changed the fate of Sparta. Now he is leaving, stepping on the golden waves of wheat and going with the wind.

The autumn wind seemed to feel a little sad, blowing his blood-red cloak as if to hold on. The young magician did not stop, and walked in a certain direction.

The helpless autumn wind carried the fragrance of wheat and blew into a courtyard outside the city.

A brand new piece of parchment sat on the steps of the courtyard, and a commotion of the autumn wind blew the rolled-up paper open.

On the last line of pale yellow paper, a row of small letters read, "We are ready to lay siege to the city of Babylon before the end of autumn, and we wonder if we may meet again then?" ”

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In the territory of the Persian Empire, in the land of the former Babylonian Kingdom, the smoke of gunpowder everywhere foreshadowed the chaos in this place.

Three months ago, the Babylonian Liberation Army had captured the large and small rural cities here.

While capturing the city, they did not forget to rescue the people enslaved by the Persian Empire.

Because this was originally their hometown, the people who were liberated all the way joined in this war of restoration in full swing.

The Babylonian Liberation Army, which originally had only more than 20,000 people, has grown to more than 100,000 in just four years.

Of course, this is only the number of soldiers, and if you count the civilians who fought with the army, the current Babylonian Liberation Army is afraid that there are only more than 300,000 people.

These horses were gathered together by their rulers, plus the ranks of the nobles who submitted to Babylon.

If you don't count the civilians who accompanied the army, there are now nearly 200,000 soldiers besieging the capital city of Babylon.

Why fight with civilians? Because this city is of great importance to these civilians.

Decades ago, when the country collapsed, they were taken into slavery by the Persians and sold to various places. Decades later, the Babylonian Liberation Army rescued them and promised to return them to their homeland.

This is where they once were, and this will be their future home.

So, they followed the army all the way here.

In the tent of the Babylonian Liberation Army, dozens of generals sit around a table. A dark-skinned, handsome-looking teenager sat in the middle of them.

Next to him stood a graceful woman, dressed in black and covered her face with a veil, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

The boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his eyes were like electricity. He glanced around and said in a majestic voice, "Are all our troops ready?" ”

Everyone present nodded for a while, and the masked girl spoke at this time: "The last noble legion also arrived this morning, and now our men and horses have arrived." ”

Listening to her voice, her voice was crisp and pleasant, and her age should only be eighteen or nineteen years old.

The boy was naturally the commander of the Babylonian Liberation Army, the prince of Ganesha. He has long grown up, and he is no longer the thin black boy who cowered at the beginning, but now he is the generalissimo who commands thousands of armies.

As for the masked girl who spoke earlier, it was naturally Ganesha's sister, the Babylonian princess Mosandi. However, she has maintained this assassin dress all these years, and few people present have really seen her real face.

In Mosandi's own words, "Assassins don't need to be known to many people, and people all over the world don't know what kind of Assassin looks like to be the best Assassin." ”

Indeed, for a profession that walks in the dark, the fewer people who know themselves, the more advantageous it is when it comes to carrying out tasks.

Therefore, over the years, Mo Sandi has been secretly helping her younger brother contact the major aristocratic forces. For the nobles who successfully returned to obedience, they treated each other with courtesy and gave heavy rewards, and even cracked the map to seal the territory.

This kind of behavior that catches people's hearts on the bright side is something that the little prince should worry about.

For the nobles who have bad intentions and waver, they coerce and induce "good enlightenment", and even some means that cannot be put on the table. This kind of secret work has been the mission of Mosandi and the Assassin Alliance.

There was also the case of certain stubborn resistance to the aristocratic forces, who were constantly hostile to the Babylonian Liberation Army. Instead of surrendering, they fought against the Babylonian Liberation Army, but the situation was quickly resolved.