The atmosphere of the mountain rain and the wind filling the buildings did not have a great impact on the civilians of the Northwest Republic. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In this world, in the vast majority of cases, war is the business of a few. A few knights leading hundreds of soldiers is enough to decide the ownership of a barony; a dozen knights leading three or four hundred people can influence the direction of several viscounts; using hundreds of knights and four-digit soldiers is enough to shake a country and attract the attention of the entire main plane continent.

Super wars like the "Day the Sun Goes Out" are one of the few in the entire history of the main plane civilization, and in fact, once the total number of people on both sides of the war reaches five figures, it is enough to shake all countries and leave a strong mark in history.

The Northwest Republic is located on the border, and there are no decent main roads other than the Rye Valley in the south leading to the Gold Federation--the valleys that cross the barren mountains in the east? Hey, crossing the valleys is also a desert! Who would dare to cross the desert to do business except for the ungodly smugglers? How could such a business be so large?

Because of the location, no matter what those hostile to the Northwest Republic think, it is unlikely that they will mobilize a large army to attack.

Even if their army can fly, please fly over the Barren Mountains, over the Great Desert, over the Orc Empire, and over the Gold Federation.

Blitzkrieg is just that, such a long-distance attack, is it really a decoration to surrender to His Majesty the Void Mask?

All acts of war cannot escape the detection of the gods of war. If the enemy is really stupid enough to fly over and attack, by the time they reach the place, they will most likely find that the Void Mask Church and its allies have formed a huge army, waiting to give them a head-on blow.

Even...... Or maybe they toiled to fly and fly, through the clouds, and finally flew into the mouth of the giant jellyfish with its mouth wide open.

Therefore, according to Leon's estimate, the most likely thing for the enemy is to send a group of elite troops at the level of professional adventurers, led by top masters, to take the approach of smashing the Yellow Dragon and raid the Void City.

In this case, this war will most likely become a fight between a few strong people, and it will not have much to do with ordinary civilians.

Or rather...... In this war, ordinary civilians and soldiers are not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

What's the use of letting them know too much other than that it will make them flustered?

Therefore, after discussion, everyone unanimously decided not to disclose the news to the outside world, but to hold a few hedging drills, so that the people, who have gradually become a little too comfortable in recent years, will not be paralyzed and careless and lose their vigilance, which is enough.

The real preparations for war are still carried out by the strong men who represent the high-end armed forces. And their imaginary enemies are also powerhouses at this level.

The strategic department led by the evil god Renard has made a detailed deduction, and it is estimated that there should be many legendary powerhouses in the attacking enemy, and dozens of them are not surprising. Maybe there will be a legendary peak or even a demigod-level powerhouse to make a move. When the time comes, most of them will be a direct means of mass destruction, regardless of whether it is useful or not, first cause a large number of casualties - this is what the Northwest Republic is most afraid of.

According to Sui Xiong's original intention, if you have your own guard, you don't have to be afraid of anything. If the battlefield is limited to the main plane, the believers of the gods of the pantheon will form a team, and even pull the powerhouses of the entire world ring over, and he will have the confidence to fight in one go. But Leon and they don't approve of this approach, after all, the gods have the rules of the gods, even if Sui Xiong is strong enough, strong enough to not bird these rules, but sooner or later he will have the day when he will be truly a god, and sooner or later he will have to leave the main plane - at that time, I am afraid that he will have to settle the account.

In order not to be counted by the gods when the time comes, it's better not to be so arrogant now.

They made a lot of sense, although Sui Xiong felt that there was no point in thinking about something so far away, but he was still persuaded by them, and promised that unless the situation was particularly urgent, he would not really make a move, and at most he would learn from other gods and send a clone.

In this way, the long-term threat is gone, but the immediate danger is greater.

On the side of the Northwest Republic, the high-end force under the gods is still quite strong. Led by Leon, who is at the peak of the legend, he can make up the combat power of about twenty legendary powerhouses, including warriors, knights, and mages, and the combination is quite perfect.

But the problem is that they lack higher-level demigod powerhouses, and at the same time, their combat power is also insufficient in the middle and high ranks.

This is something that can't be helped, and it has been less than fifty years since the Void Mask Playground was established. How many talents can be accumulated in such a short period of time?

If it weren't for the fact that many outstanding powerhouses had been attracted through the two world's first martial arts competitions, the situation in the Northwest Republic would have been even worse.

Whenever he thought of this, Leon, who was the coach of this operation, felt a little stomach ache.

Seriously, he'd rather the enemy jump out now and fight him with real swords. In that case, he was confident that even if he faced a demigod powerhouse, he might not be able to lose.

But...... The enemy is clearly not going to do what he thinks.

So he had to intensify military training while being distressed.

Renard, who was in charge of the training work, did not take the coming war to heart at all, and he felt that it could not be regarded as a matter at all—the enemy was coming, and the two sides fought ping-pong, and a large group of people died, isn't it normal? What is there to worry about? How can there be no dead in a war!

In a way, he was right, that there are no immortals in war. After a battle, blood flowed and corpses were scattered all over the field, which was not uncommon. On the contrary, it is a rare thing to believe that Void City has experienced many battles before and after, and as a result, not even a single person has died.

However, Sui Xiong didn't want his own dead, neither did Leon, and neither did the higher-ups of the Northwest Republic and the Void Masquerade Church.

This brand-new country, located on the northwestern frontier of the main plane, far from the civilized world, is their ideal sustenance. They want to make this place peaceful, so that the inhabitants can live and work in peace, even if it is ridiculous, even if it is naïve, and they do not want ordinary residents to die in this war.

"In that case, you should bow to them. Renard said.

Sui Xiong smiled bitterly and remained silent.

Renard's ideas are good, but there are some things he doesn't understand.

There is a fundamental contradiction between the republic and feudalism, and this contradiction is completely irreconcilable. Even if he wanted to concede, no one else would agree.

At first glance, it seems that he insisted on speeding up the construction of the construction that caused such trouble. But behind this dispute is the unanimous hostility of almost all countries and almost all rulers of the continent towards the Northwest Republic.

The current Northwest Republic is actually like a tiger standing in the midst of wolves. As long as you show even the slightest weakness, you are likely to be besieged by a group.

Therefore, although Sui Xiong knew that as long as he stopped using skeleton labor, he could temporarily resolve this crisis, he was absolutely unwilling to do so.

Because he can't bow his head, and neither can the Northwest Republic.

The new order they symbolize, even more so can't bow down!

Only through one battle after another, blinding those who peep into the republic, interrupting the black hands that want to stretch out against the republic, and killing all those who are full of malice towards the republic, can he relax, and the republic can relax.

Peace cannot come from compromise, only from struggle!

Lying on the conference table, the green jellyfish closed its eyes, as if it was sleeping, but there was a fierce sneer on the corner of its mouth. (To be continued.) )