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On June 6, 1666, before noon on the day +66 west of the city of Kengele, the Stillburg army attacked the front

Breakfast time is over.

The order to prepare for the start of artillery fire was also given.

The June 6 attack was preceded by one of the largest artillery bombardments in several days, with the large artillery just delivered from Fort Still, as its chief performer. The central target of the bombardment was the Central Highlands, which were defended by the Empire, and it was also one of the few locations capable of condescendingly bombarding the city of Kengler. That high ground was the high ground that Namen held on to in the spring, and it was not too far from the town where the Emperor had defeated Hull's main force during the Second Battle of Kemler. Now that the offensive and defensive forces have changed positions, it is the turn of the Free Army to retake it.

Anne approved all applications for the use of enchanted bullets, and also issued valuable extra ammunition and protective potions to the assault troops, trying to weaken the enemy's resistance at all costs. Although this bombardment did not have the exaggerated wall of "flattening the heights by ten meters" in later wars, it was enough to turn all the Empire's equipment and defensive magic on the heights into rubbish. But the shelling continued, constantly bombarding tunnels and fortifications that were defended with minimal troops. Every five minutes, the shelling would cease for five minutes, giving the emperor an opportunity to replenish his defensive forces on the position.

It's actually a gamble. If the shelling continues, most of these newly replenished defenses will be sacrificed in the next wave of shelling, but if the forces on the positions are not replenished, the Freires will launch a frontal breakthrough and capture the entire position. Essentially, it's like an auction on an auction floor that goes on until one side stops raising the price.

Naimon stood at the lookout post, observing the opponent's replenishment. The commander of the southbound detachment, Pluto, and Colonel Luthor, stood not far from him, likewise holding a telescope to look at the enemy position. In front of this huge casino, everyone is nervous, for fear of accidentally losing everything. The opponent has only 10,000 people, but they also have less than 20,000 people.

"Can we stop the shelling? There have been eight rounds of shelling today, which is much longer than the usual three. The opponent's counterattack stopped as early as the third round, so it should be okay. "It was Anne who first proposed to stop the shelling. Out of the idea of saving some shells in the future, she took the initiative to launch a surprise attack, knowing the plight of the troops' supply.

"Wait. There are still more than 100 people in the opponent's last round of replenishment, and they have not reduced their investment. Colonel Luthor looked at the black dots on the opposite hillside and ordered, "If they don't retreat, we'll follow." Two more rounds...... No, three rounds. Ten rounds are too easy to guess. ”

This sentence delayed the attack for another half an hour. For many, this prolongs their lives by another half hour. Sure enough, the Empire was filled with additional forces during the tenth round of shelling, which visibly hit the muzzle of the cannon. Just as the defenders, full of grief and indignation, began to prepare for the eleventh replenishment, all the light artillery suddenly fell silent for half a minute, and then neatly fired three short suppressive shots without aiming.

"It's coming. Naimon took a deep breath and looked at his watch. 11:10 a.m.

That was the code for the assault to begin. More than 2,000 soldiers of the two regiments, which had already been prepared, jumped up from the trenches and rushed to the enemy position opposite with flintlock pistols and swords. The heavy artillery group adjusted the ruler and began to roar at the Emperor's assembly area and artillery group behind the high ground, trying to paralyze the opponent's reinforcements and command system. The hundreds of emperors* who survived the bombardment poked their heads out from behind the fortifications and tried their best to hold back the enemy forces on the opposite side. The light artillery of both sides pushed forward and began to directly support their own battles.

"In the shelling just now, they added twelve companies, and that's all that?" Luthor asked in surprise, "It seems that the shelling didn't have such a great effect the other day." ”

Hearing this, Anne raised her head proudly: "This time we have invested a lot of money. ”

"What, unless the adversary doesn't send an air force, we have a chance—but that's impossible. Naimon sighed, "They don't have enough artillery fire, they can't achieve a local firepower breakthrough, and they can only rely on the infiltration of elite squads and air strikes......"

"Isn't that your plan? lure the dragon out. Anne reminded.

"You're right...... Naimon replied softly as he looked at the eastern sky, "it's all my plan. ”

Both sides are so familiar with each other's tactics and regulations that they can understand what the other side wants to do just by seeing the movements of each company. Everyone knew that the Emperor's silver dragon was the last reliance of the Imperial Kengal Legion. Almost at the same time as the shelling extended into the distance, several black dots appeared over Kengele.

The silver dragons arrived just in time as expected, their wingspans piercing the eastern sky. The morning sun rested behind the Emperor and his air force, which burst into the battlefield from east to west against the light.

"It's finally here. Naimon closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at that scene.

At the moment when the dragon swept across the battlefield, on the opposite position, there were loud cheers. All the emperors who were still alive sang their national anthem while fighting, paying tribute to the emperor in the air.

The officers and men of the Free Army, who were still advancing bravely, were suffocated. The silver-clad knights unleashed magic from the dragon's back, striking at the Freith infantry who had no artillery cover, no magical support, and no cover. More than two thousand soldiers were exposed to the hunt of the dragon knights—

The offensive of the militia division "Halberd" came to a halt on the first line of fortresses, and only the best soldiers of the 1st "Fort Steele" division rushed into the enemy's defenses. But to no avail, more enemies shouted Long live the Emperor, covering up from deeper depths and drowning them.

Although these people were in a situation where they were under attack and could not be reinforced, they were not at a disadvantage by relying on the fortifications, the air superiority and high morale brought by the emperor's personal presence. Every step forward for the Free Army comes at a greater cost.

"Haven't you come yet?" Naimon continued to look at his watch, "Late." ”

Five minutes. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. The combat staff officer's pocket watch ticked along, counting the dead and wounded and the Emperor's magic consumption. Finally, starting from the positions of the halberd divisions, there were soldiers who began to rout in groups of three or five. Cheers and louder singing were heard from the Emperor's position, and their reserves marched forward.

Finally, the emperor's silver dragon left the middle ground and began to advance towards the artillery positions of the Free Army.

Almost at the same time, the southern sky changed color. At that moment, the sky seemed to turn very blue, as if someone had spilled blue fluorescent fuel into the air.

11:35 a.m.

"Colonel Luthor, the monster is in the cage!" Naimon watched the signal from the friendly forces in the south and jumped down from the watchtower, clutching his pocket watch in his hand.

"Pass the order, all the troops on the front line will find cover and go on the defensive, and all spellcasters will be in place!"

From the south side of the Emperor's position, the sound of shelling was heard. Beams of glittering magic streaked across the sky, as beautiful as shooting stars.

That's Clad, López's general reserve, the magic corps, and more than twenty Crad's self-propelled guns, which are all the mobile forces of the entire Western Army. Many of the officers had arrived from Gistov by means of teleportation magic, and they had a comfortable night in Gistov. On the first Klad gun, led by the commander-in-chief, stood the commander-in-chief of the entire Northwest War.

"Comrades-in-arms of the Fort Still, I am the commander-in-chief of the Western Army, Clad López. Slightly late, sorry. All casters are ready to volley, and victory or defeat is here!"

The order spread along the Free Army's network of orders distributed in a semicircle on the outer lines of the battlefield.

The battle entered the second phase, all work was suspended, attacks and defenses on both sides stopped.

The front-line lieutenants nervously prepared the magic missile and the power missile, while the colonels found their magic books and read the unfamiliar supermagic skills part, preparing to snipe the opposing air cavalry after the lieutenants had reduced the opponent's protective magic.

Each group of defenders has at least four people, and each group is evenly spaced from each other. The positions of each group form an equilateral triangle, which in turn forms a six-pointed star. No matter which angle the opposing air force comes from next time, it will be completely hit by the magic of at least three groups of people. If the dragon's magic was strong enough to withstand these attacks, López's general reserve would have dealt it a fatal blow. This is an anti-aircraft defense plan with a margin of margin, and the purpose is only to suppress the enemy's air force outside the theater of operations. If the emperor really gave up fighting, his subordinates would collapse under pressure from both the north and the south.

The tumultuous battlefield calmed down, and people held their breath as they waited for the scouts to report back to the enemy dragons, only the sound of urgent orders echoed over the entire Freire camp.

"Defense in Depth Order, Intercept the Enemy Air Force! The Northern Wing is in Charge of the Fort Steele Army! Repeat, Defense in Depth Order, Be Sure to Intercept the Enemy Air Force ......"

The officers of the interception groups exchanged passwords in low voices, preparing the magic of interference and the magic of strikes. The Emperor's dragons circled over the battlefield, sometimes lined up in an "i" and then a "y", as if they were also watching their movements.

Moments later, the dragon chose the most threatening heavy artillery group as its first target, and rushed down with eight wyverns. As soon as the dragons entered the low altitude that could be reached, the first group of mages opened fire.

It's rare to see such a grand welcoming ceremony. The attackers shot colorful rays and crossed into the silver dragon, a web of deadly elements that lacked the bare minimum of accuracy. The magic missiles that disturbed the hands took off from seven or eight different points, again just past the Emperor's side. The Sluggish Hands unleash all sorts of magic to slow down, curse, and paralyze, creating invisible obstacles in the air and providing better conditions for others.

But none of these attacks could match the dragon's strength, and the silver dragon was still gliding deftly. It danced in a spiral trajectory in the air, and the knight of the silver armor swooped down without hesitation as he swung his scepter to block the occasional ray or two.

"Lie down!"

When he was low enough to throw a fireball, the soldiers fell to their stomachs in panic. A continuous stream of explosions swirled around them, and the eight knights who followed behind the silver dragon also swooped down, throwing more magic and impact javelins. The entire artillery position was immersed in a wild dance of fire, with three- and six-pound lead balls thrown into the air, enchanted bullets engraved with spells exploding in place, storms passing over the bunkers, and a few near-death screams were heard from time to time.

More than a dozen muffled sounds rang out, and the mage with the sniper mission finally opened fire. When the Silver Dragon Knight reacted and ordered the formation to pull up, the team behind it had already lost a quarter.

One mage was killed in the air, while the other was entangled in paralyzing magic, and the dragon crashed into the enemy infantry. The knight let out a low snort, and the silver dragon immediately rushed straight up, taking the remaining wyvern out of the enemy mage's range and hovering back to a medium altitude. As if mocking them, the reserve heavy artillery positions of the Free Army immediately took over the task of the previous position and continued to bombard the high ground. The hovering dragon also seemed stunned, not knowing where to attack.

"Have they retreated?" said Anne, who rushed up to the watchtower, where she met Naimon.

"The effect of the first attack was stronger than we expected, and the Emperor hesitated. "He hasn't decided where to attack yet, and there's about half a chance of a direct assault on our headquarters." The few options left are to turn to General López on the southern front and continue to attack our heavy artillery, or to retreat ......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor's silver dragon suddenly rose violently, pulling up hundreds of meters into the air.

Anne said in a deep voice, "At least it won't be a retreat. He can also choose to support their morale here until he can't do it anymore. ”

It was cloudless at noon, and everyone could clearly see the trajectory of the dragon's flight. The remaining Wyverns could not reach such heights, and they hovered slightly lower, monitoring the Free Army's offensive preparations. There is only one meaning of this action: it is a dive.

The Handbook of Fighting Against Dragons says that diving means attacking with precision.

The mages nervously repeated the words of the incantation's preparation, and the priests grossly chanted the names of the gods. The entire battlefield held its breath, waiting for the Emperor, his silver dragon breath, and the "might" in his hands to dive. If the Free Army mages can stop him, they will win the entire war, and if they can't, they will lose their headquarters, all of their heavy artillery, or most of their spellcasters. All people need is a momentary goal. A goal that's enough for them to use all their magic. The stalemate lasted for twenty minutes.

"Second wave, force him to strike!" Luthor finally couldn't help himself.

The deafening heavy artillery group began to roar again, and smoke and dust covered the positions of the emperor*. Accelerating magic and motivational magic flashed one after another, and the Free Army leapt out of the trenches and rushed into enemy positions like waves. The drumbeat of platoon guns and light artillery sounded, mixed with the rhythmic bombardment of heavy artillery, and there was a faint sound.

The wyverns circled with the most mundane fireball magic, and the heat waves exploded causing many casualties in the crowd, but the team still did not hesitate to move forward. For the soldier, the charge can only move forward. The red liquid flowed across the battlefield, burning along with the corpses. Almost all of the magical forces were aimed at the Emperor, and the infantry received even less support than the first time.

"Attacks with little to no magical cover. Oh, my God. Anne quietly closed her eyes, unable to bear to witness this, "We...... Is it necessary to pay such a big price?"

Naimon heard this. He whispered in a bewildered voice, "I...... I don't know. If it succeeds, there will be peace......"

"It's worth it. For the sake of peace, it's worth it. Without hesitation, a magnetic baritone answered their question, "If peace can be achieved by eliminating a person, it will be worth the price." ”

"General López......" Luthor stepped forward quickly and said sharply, "All our commanders are here, the risk is too great!

"The Orientals say that it is impossible to catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger's den. López smiled, "I've heard of the powerful for a long time, but I really want to see this most powerful artifact of our time." ”

The silver light froze. The Emperor's mount heads high and swoops down from the setting sun!

Everyone raised their heads, staring at the silver flight path. The dragon rushed towards their headquarters.

"O gods. Naimon grabbed Anne's shoulder, "and he rushed over alone. ”

All eyes were on the silver dragon. At least one mage in each squad was already preparing an instantaneous slowdown, and many more were preparing the strongest attack magic they could get: they were all trying to make their magic different from the others—which would be useful at the end of the day.

In fact, there is no need for a command anymore - because the silver light itself is a command!

"In the name of freedom...... Fire!"

Dozens of energy balls, rays, and magic missiles of different colors shot out at the same time like arrows from the string, and even the guns in the hands of ordinary soldiers shot blindly into the sky.

In this chaos, no one could see the location of the Emperor Silver Dragon clearly, but this could not stop their eager gaze in the slightest. It seems that it is not a silver dragon, but the greatest credit in the history of the Free Army. The Medal of Freedom and the Order of Distinguished Service seem to be beckoning to them.

Man walks on the ground, and dragon flies in the air, as has been the case since ancient times.

Some were allies with dragons, others were still on earth, and there were rulers and ruled.

The emperor and the silver dragon are naturally set off with each other. The Emperor always wielded the most ornate and majestic magic, and those who rebelled against him could only use the most powerless mundane spells.

The silver dragon swooped down, ignoring all resistance. After a full eighty magic missiles slammed into the silver dragon's anti-magic shield, the invisible shield had just begun to tremble and blur.

At that moment, the dragon roared. Dragons also have the ability to use magic, but in a different way than humans.

"It's anti-magic!"

The first batch of shooting and slowing spells were unsurprisingly all cancelled out. A huge magical light emitted from the scepter in the knight's hand, and together with the magic of the silver dragon itself, it formed a composite defense system. The tracking magic missile slammed into the wall of force, destroying the accuracy of the ray.

The dragon swooped down, rushing in the direction where the magic rain was most dense. The "might" waved, summoning countless silver-white wingspans, all shrouded in awe-inspiring holy light.

It was an angel's cover assault. These minions, which also glow with silvery light, obfuscate their targets and obscure the dragon's true location. Their silver-glowing spears fired at the same time, soaring with the rays of the Free Army mages' attacks as a guide. Rays and silver spears grazed through the air, each hitting their own target—the only difference being a magic shield on one side and flesh on the other.

At least a dozen people were injured in the attack, more than half of whom died in the line of duty. One spear hit a pile of fire barrels, causing a loud explosion, and several others hit the mage on top of the Kraid's cannon, paralyzing the vital weapons with them.

Anne heard the explosion and shook her head with a bitter face: "I have to apply for two additional base ammunition." ”

"Robert, keep the teams away from the gun carriage!, change the magic, use the physical magic!" Clad, who had just leapt past a shot shot, ordered without hesitation.

Luthor immediately followed: "According to General López's order, change the physical magic!"

There were still many mages who didn't make a move just now, and their attacks formed a second round of fire. This time, the magic is no longer focused on quantity, but on quality. A hundred arrows that can't pierce armor are far less than a bullet that can pierce it.

Instead of swift rays and missiles, the sky is flying with slow, massive orbs of energy or projectile magic with entities. The ice cubes they fired connected to each other to form a beautiful grid that blocked the space around the silver dragon. The rain of ejected particles is sprinkled in the air in a parabolic shape, looking like colorful glass balls, reflecting iridescent light.

In the face of these powerful magics, even the emperor did not dare to resist head-on. The silver dragon dodged left and right in the air, drawing spiral-shaped clouds in a rain of colorful jets.

The ice crystal grid set up by the Sluggish Hand was directly shattered by the silver dragon, which cleverly calculated the trajectory of the tracking magic, so that the tracking dangerous objects crashed into the ice cubes around them. Emerald green acid, crimson fire, and sea-blue ice are reflected in the shattered ice crystals, and it looks like thousands of flowers of death blooming in the air.

That little bit of silver light swirled cunningly among the fireworks, unharmed. Its space of movement was so vast and its movements were so flexible that hundreds of mages could not pose any threat to it. Once most of the magic had failed, the silver dragon began to dive down again—it was clear that His Majesty had found the most important target.

"Discipline!Discipline!Slow hands and fire again!" The strength of the silver dragon made "Colonel Luther"'s face change slightly, and Bonnie began to seriously consider the possibility of joining the warband herself.

"Shall we attack, Bonnie?" Anne's telepathic communication rang out at the right time, and Bonnie's forehead wrinkled even tighter. It seems feasible to start with the identity of the war hero Pluto Luthor......

"That guy is so flexible...... Robert, support me with your sword!"

López's order discouraged her from that idea. Today's commander-in-chief is undoubtedly Clad, López, not Pluto and Luthor, and it would be her own detriment to let the war end here.

"Don't, keep watching!"

As the difficult anti-aircraft battle continued, the Free Army began to realize why the enemy dared to rush into the most heavily defended airspace. The second wave of the sluggish magic was thrown, forming several walls in the air, but the dragon could still find a gap in it.

Soon, the emperor was only twenty meters from the ground, and his dragon took a deep breath and spewed silver flames from its mouth. The silver flame gradually condensed, condensing into what ancient geometricians called a "perfect three-dimensional" sphere.

With "justice" in his hand, Robert unfurls his divine shield to protect most of the command staff. Seeing the silver ball, his tone became unusually alarmed: "General, the emperor wants to use the dragon's breath!

The flame of the silver dragon, commonly known as the "breath of the dragon", is one of the most distorted spells of the Free Army. It is a flame whose temperature cannot be measured, because it is a will, a belief, a symbol of a nation. The silver dragon flame symbolizes the "Koman ruled by the Komans" and symbolizes the glory of the empire's thousand-year-old orthodoxy.

The only weakness of the dragon's breath that flesh and blood can't resist is its range. Due to its power, it doesn't take more than thirty seconds for the dragon's breath to gather into a sphere, and the coverage of falling from the sky does not exceed ten meters - which is why the dragon always dives or attacks close to the ground.

"I see. Clad growled, "Broken dreams!"

The azure light instantly enveloped him, and countless tiny fragments flew around him.

"HOR!"

A blue-purple glow lit up on the little swords. With a wave of his hand, the fragments lined up in a neat formation behind him, all of them pointing at the silver dragon.

"Raise the flag!"

With a wave of the admiral's hand, countless blue lights flew up.

The moment this rain of blue light hit, the silver dragon stopped like a stone ball hit by a heavy hammer. Immediately afterward, it made a completely impossible movement - the silver dragon dragged backwards and upwards in the direction of its previous flight, and it was more than ten meters high! The last of the violent defensive magic on the dragon's body flashed with a dazzling white light, overshadowing the faint light of the silver dragon itself.

No sword could pierce the defensive magic, but the silver dragon couldn't move. The spatial anchors attached to the countless small swords fixed it to the ground and turned it into a living target.

"Fire! Sluggish hands, second wave!"

More magic missiles hit the defenses, and this time they hit all of them. Countless streaks of colored light eventually converged and smashed onto the Emperor's protective magic, turning into a dazzling white light.

"Sniper, second wave!"

Seeing the magic take effect, the inspired FreeArmy spellcasters focused their energies and launched a more intensive attack. Although there are not as many ice lattices in the air as there were first, they are more dense and effective. The flickering white light quickly turned yellow, red, and violet, and it looked like it would collapse at any moment.

Finally, the silver ball formed by the dragon's breath could no longer support it, and it fell silently and slowly directly below.

All the magic came together outside the Emperor's protection, clashing with each other, and when the silver dragon's breath, which dissolved everything, arrived, it all came together.

"Everybody fire!"

More magic shoots out. At the moment when all the magic converged—

There seems to be a second sun in the sky made of a sword of light.

In the center of this false sunlight, the knight on the back of the dragon smiled calmly, and the "might" in his hand emitted a silver halo.

"I refuse!

It's an absolute talisman that reflects all magic. The silver dragon has been flying for so long, just for this moment, just for this one special effect.

All the direct shot magic loses its purpose, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and flying to the distant side. A wide range of attack magic exploded in the sky, turning from white light back to colored light, and vanishing into the clouds. The second sun dissipated in an instant, leaving no magic left on the ground or in the air, and even Clad's flying sword and Robert's divine shield were ineffective.

When everyone was stunned, the silver dragon swooped down and headed straight for Kraid. The silver dragon opened its bloody jaw, revealing its fangs—and it was then that people remembered that dragons could also engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Faced with this desperate situation, even a famous player like Clad couldn't help but take two steps back. He stumbled and sat on the ground, smiling bitterly at the end.

But at that moment, the dragon stopped, for a full five seconds. It looked at the Admiral with those huge eyes, as if with a hint of hesitation.

At this moment, in the Free Army camp not far away, a soft female voice pronounced a name in a voice that almost no one could hear. She has only one vowel in her pronunciation, and only one vowel that has a slight difference from the standard Corman language.

"Maramanasavia, come back. ”

It was a voice that only dragons could hear—that was the dragon's only real name.

The silver dragon's eyes distorted. Its wingspan shuddered for a moment, and suddenly it soared into the air and headed straight for the rear camp!

"General López, it's okay!"

Naimon, Robert, and Bonnie rushed over to check on the situation at the same time, and several of them bumped into each other in the smoke. Bonnie's chest is touched, and she suddenly realizes that the transformation magic on her body has also been cleaned by the emperor, and secretly scolds herself for being stupid, and hurriedly restores her appearance of concealment.

Clad wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, stood up and ordered, "The magic has been restored......!

His command got stuck in his throat as he saw the dragon pounce straight into the Free Army camp and disappear.

"Colonel Luther, what's in your camp?"

Bonnie also wiped her sweat: "It's not a lot, there are five days of grain and grass, all the fire, and the prisoners......"

She suddenly stopped, understanding why the emperor had given up on the frontal battlefield. There must be some secret communication method between the royal bloodlines......

“...... Well, nothing matters. Shall we pursue, Your Excellency?"

Clad hesitated, looked at the opposite camp and shook his head. "If you don't have anything important, just get some right-hand men in, you and I look like we're going to stay here." Robert, you go draw people and search the camp. ”

"Yes. The tip of Robert's sword was trembling slightly, and he also stared at the camp opposite, with a worried face, "I want to stay, can I?"

"Then Annie, you and Naimon are all right......" Bonnie casually asked her sister about this before following Clad's gaze to the enemy line.

She was surprised to find that the Emperor had overwhelmed the Freire Army in front of her and was pouring towards their position. The commander of the emperor* no longer left reserves, and all the troops took the initiative to launch a decisive counter-assault. From their ranks burst out the heavens and earth-shaking chants:

"Your Majesty the Emperor is incomparably wise, and the glory shines on the earth......"

"Our hearts are full of courage to march forward for the Koman banner!"

This song is more solemn than the national anthem of a free country, and the implied spirit is more majestic than the national anthem of a free country.

"Your heart will unite your subjects forever......"

"Under the protection of your prestige, all human beings become brothers!"

There were probably two regiments of the assault force at the head, and they were actually wearing silver uniforms!

Seeing that uniform for the first time, Bonnie asked tentatively, "Is that...... Royal Guard?"

Clad nodded, "They're probably using teleportation magic too." I didn't expect them to keep this hand......"

He recalled the dragon's eyes again, and the sense of foreboding grew heavier. If the Emperor rushed into their camp to boost morale, if the enemy kept the Guards for the sake of a counter-assault, if the enemy intended to draw out all their strength before the decisive battle......

After three rounds of assaults, they lost four or five thousand people, and they no longer had a great advantage in their forces. How long has it been since you felt this tension?

"This is a battle that we both can't lose, Your Excellency. Robert said in a deep voice, "The outcome of this battle will determine the outcome of the war. ”

"Then let them come! Things get to this point, you can only fight for strength, right?"

The famous general, who had once dominated the Far East, burst out laughing and shouted: "Citizens, kill the enemy!"

"Kill!"

With roars and singing, the queues of both sides eventually collided.