March, three days later.

A burst of green flames smashed down on the walls of the defensive line by coincidence.

This huge green flame was so fast that the defenders on that section of the city wall had already realized that their position was about to be hit, but as soon as this thought came to their heads, and their bodies didn't have time to react at all, the green flames had already enveloped this section of the city wall.

After the fog disappeared, the towering wall disappeared for more than 100 meters, or rather, it is not so accurate, because the wall was nearly 30 meters high, and there were still seven or eight meters of base remaining.

The remaining surface of the base is as smooth as a mirror, but the city wall that disappeared silently, and the defenders on this part of the wall, seem to have never existed in this world.

"Hurry up, take something if you don't want to die, and plug this gap for me. A high-ranking officer, frantically waving his long sword, roared loudly.

I have to say that this officer is really very lucky, as long as the huge green flame is a few meters away from this side, he has also disappeared from this world now.

But unfortunately, the officer was obviously stimulated by this huge stimulation, and he was already half crazy.

Under his drive, the soldiers on both sides of the gap carried the defensive stones, logs, and even everything that could block the gap, and filled in the gap; these soldiers moved so quickly and resolutely that it seemed that re-plugging the gap would give them a sense of emptiness in their already broken hearts.

The frenzied officer, who rained down on any soldier who was a little slower, felt that he was alive and lucky......

It's just that if such a long gap is to be refilled, it is simply an impossible task in a short period of time, not to mention that those deadly huge green flames have steadily smashed towards this side at a rate of two shots every ten minutes, and this situation has lasted for three days.

The power of these green flames is extremely great, and the target of the blow is not at all, and maybe the next flame will hit this place again, although only a small half of the green flame has successfully hit the target in the defensive line.

However, this was even more deadly for the defenders, because they could not find an absolutely safe place, even if they hid in a strong fortress, and after a terrorist attack of this kind hit, they would not survive.

The only thing to be thankful for is that during these three days, the Burning Legion did not launch any ground attacks at all, perhaps these demons wanted to directly use this green flame to wipe out the Marchi's defense line that claimed to never fall in the midst of the defenders' panic.

Because it was only three days later, the majestic, architectural marvel of the Maqui line was full of potholes, like a tattered toy after being gnawed by a dog.

Or, for a simpler reason, the demons of the Burning Legion would not dare to attack under the attack of such an inaccurate green flame, and this green flame with no eyes would not be reduced in the slightest because they were demons.

In the basement of a fortress at the back of the defensive line, it used to be dimly lit, the air was dirty, and it was just a place to store supplies, but now it has become a good place for the defenders, comparable to a luxury hotel, and it is extremely much expected.

Theoretically, it's safer here, as long as it's not unlucky enough to get two green flames in a row, and those who stay in the basement still have a good chance of escaping, because even that kind of green flame can't evaporate the majestic fortress directly with one shot.

Because there were too many people crammed in, the basement became extremely crowded, and those staff officers, after constantly receiving new information, wanted to modify the defense map hanging on the wall, and they had to squeeze out a stinky sweat.

In such an environment full of stinking sweat and peculiar smell, the group of commanders at the top of the March defense line sat silently on the side of the corner, most of them were silent and did not say a word, and the atmosphere was surprisingly strange.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have just received news that a decision has been made from above, that His Majesty the Emperor of the French Empire, with all the royal staff, and all the important institutions, will begin to evacuate their imperial capital tonight, to the Goxington Peninsula, and from there cross the sea to reach the Jose Empire. Marshal Franz said tiredly.

But after three days of bombardment by green flames, Marshal Franz seemed to have been tormented for a century, his straight uniform was crumpled, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and even the corners of his mouth were covered with fire bubbles, and his mental outlook was on the verge of collapse.

There was no anger, as if to say a small matter that had nothing to do with their life or death, and the marshal continued: "The leaders of the other members of the Entente and the nobles of the other Allied countries withdrew to Goxington, and they called on all the people to retreat there. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Macita Line, and all the territories on the continent of the Entente, as well as the people who could not retreat, have all been abandoned...... "The Marshal said the news in an extremely indifferent tone that made everyone present despair.

"Don't they even want the imperial capital of the French will, the great Sun City?" asked the Marquis Conrad, the deputy commander-in-chief of the defense line and the field marshal of the French will.

The Macchi's defense line, the imperial capital of Sun City, the miracle in the history of the two Phila continent buildings, has always been the proudest thing for the proud French, and it was so easily given up that it obviously made the Marquis Conrad very angry.

Marshal Franz replied calmly: "Yes, they plan to evacuate all the men in two days, and then declare Cité Soleil an undefended city; ”

When all the people present heard this, they made completely different expressions: the faces of the soldiers of the French Empire showed extremely embarrassed expressions, while the faces of the soldiers of the other member countries were mercilessly sneering.

After a long time, Marshal Franz wiped his face heavily and cheered up: "Don't worry about that, I think we should discuss the way out for our people, which is more realistic." ”

"What way out do we have but to die here?" asked the Marquis de Conrad feebly, like an old dog that had been stripped of his bones.

"Of course there is a way out. Field Marshal Franz replied in the affirmative: "The whole Entente, the best lads are concentrated here, they are the hope of the future, and they should not all die here." ”

"I've calculated that after keeping the necessary holding forces, we can draw nearly four million troops, and then if these people break through to Okxington, although it will cost a lot, at least half of them will be able to escape. Field Marshal Franz said lightly his plan.

"As for all of you, let me break through as well! I am the supreme commander of the defensive line, and let me stay here while I take all the responsibility for ordering a retreat. The marshal added.

"Count me in! The blood of the French man is still there. The obese Marquis Conrad stood up and said.

Then he and Marshal Franz looked at each other and smiled, and all the intrigues and filths of the past completely dissipated in this smile.