Falcon City.

The once prosperous streets are now deserted.

Except for a few main roads leading to the palace and barracks, the rest of the streets were littered with obstacles and bunkers.

Several laborers laboriously riveted the steel bars made of scrap iron into a triangular pyramid of rejecting horses, which was already the eleventh they had completed today.

The commander of the labor team told them that this could withstand the Union tanks. Yet almost everyone felt that this was a wasted effort.

If even the river embankment can't block the tracks of the Union tanks, what is the use of such a makeshift patchwork of anti-tank rejection

They could have knocked down the houses on both sides of the street and walked around. "I've heard that Bicester has fallen." A shirtless man wiped his sweat and put his tanned arm on a freshly assembled anti-tank horse. The laborers next to him looked at each other, and an old man about forty or fifty years old muttered suspiciously. "Really," the man said in a determined tone.

"It's true! Yesterday I was working outside the city, and I saw with my own eyes a team retreating from the direction of Bicestertown......"

Whether or not they care about the progress of the war, the inhabitants of Falcon City are familiar with the fortress-like settlement. Before the arrival of the Wilantes, they had never tried to build a fortress in the desert due to their economic poverty. It is precisely for this reason that the Falcon royal family often advertises the fortress standing in the desert, proving that the royal family has made an extremely wise decision to join the Legion, proving the advanced construction technology of the Legion, and proving the friendship between the Falcon Kingdom and the Legion......

And this is indeed the case, until half a month ago, Bicester Town played the role of a front-line logistics and material hub.

No one could believe that the formidable fortress had fallen so easily..."Bicester...... Even there fell. "The people of the alliance are coming"

"I've heard that the Alliance is full of blood-drinking wastelanders who were born to live in a poor, savage, abandoned land... The spirit of the sand sea is above, and God knows what those barbarians will ruin His Majesty's palace when they come. ”

The crowd whispered and talked.

A boy with a tanned face turned sallow asked nervously. "Army, what about the legion" The tall Willantes still made him feel safe.

According to the radio, reinforcements from the west are coming, and as long as they hold on, the alliance will soon be overwhelmed by tens of thousands of tanks.

However, the adults don't seem to believe those words at all. The dark-skinned man shook his head.

"The Willantes have rearranged three layers of defense, but I see enough of it...... Less than has been withdrawn from Oasis 3

Halfway. I think this battle is coming to an end.

Hearing this, the old man on the side was frightened and quickly covered his mouth. "Shhhh "Rumors! It's definitely a rumor!" This sentence was quickly echoed. "That's right! Your Majesty is the chosen warrior, how can he lose!"

The dark-skinned man also seemed to realize his gaffe, and quickly changed his words to make amends. "I said it's over, and I didn't say I lost...... I mean the alliance will soon be over, and in the end, of course, it will be the wise and martial majesty who wins. ”

Yet even the most devout believers don't believe it.

At this moment, the patrolling guards were approaching from a distance, and everyone quickly stopped talking and returned to their posts to continue their work.

“…… I said, is it necessary to patrol, this city feels like there are few people left. The rifle-carrying guards yawned and glanced at the honest laborers.

These days are definitely the most peaceful days in Falcon City. There are no thieves. There are no robbers. Not even pedestrians.

Men from 12 to 46 were sent to barracks or to labor camps.

Except for His Majesty's court, I am afraid that there are not many idle people in the entire Falcon City.

"Patrols are not for criminals, but for those who have slipped through the net." The slightly older guard glanced down the corner alley and was about to go inside.

At this moment, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded in the distance. "Grass! Air strikes?!"

He was not the only one whose faces changed wildly, but the laborers who were building bunkers on the street also dropped their tools one after another and ran into the alleys on the side of the street to find cover.

I heard that the coalition planes are very tricky, like sparrows, and the radar of the Willantes is simply "unable to catch", and the bombs will fall shortly after the air raid sirens sound.

This time, however, something was unusual.

After waiting for a long time, no explosions were heard. Not even the plane was seen. Sensing a hint of abnormality, the older guard couldn't help but frown. Just as he was thinking this, a white piece of paper suddenly floated down in the air. "What's that?"

The young guard curiously reached out his hand, caught a fallen piece of paper, and unfolded it to glance at it. And it doesn't matter.

That line of writing almost stopped him from breathing.

[Tell the Falcon Kingdom royal family!] On the last day of this week, our side will carry out strategic bombing of the Falcon City Palace, military camps and other facilities. Surrender is your only way out, and the only way to resist is to bring about your own destruction.

[Appendix 1: Residents in the city are requested to leave the fighting area, and if they are unable to leave, please stay at home to avoid being accidentally injured by stray bullets and explosive fragments. 】

[Appendix 2: All combat units such as the Legion and the Falcon Kingdom soldiers and officers went to the Alliance garrison to surrender with this leaflet.]

Freedom from captivity. 】

[Appendix 3: (Air Raid Emergency Evacuation Guide), (Safe Zone Location)] Alliance... It's been called here, why is it never mentioned on the radio?

A hint of panic appeared in his eyes, and he looked up at the older chief, only to see that the chief was staring at the leaflet in his hand, and hurriedly threw it away as if he had been electrocuted.

"Report, report, sir, I definitely don't have that, that--" "Shut up. ”

The older guard glanced left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he walked over and picked up the leaflet that the young man had thrown down.

"We're going to have to collect them and destroy them...... You're in charge of that side," he said, gesturing to the alley next to it, "Go ahead." The young guard breathed a sigh of relief, nodded tremblingly, and trotted down the alley.

The older guard glanced at the flyer in his hand, fixed his eyes on the map with the safe zone, noted its location by heart, and folded the leaflet to the size of his thumb and stuffed it into his boot.

It is a felony to possess leaflets dropped by enemy soldiers. But he did it anyway.

Although his superiors have been brainwashing them repeatedly, the army of the Falcon Kingdom, under the leadership of Prince William, has been soaring all the way, and has already captured all the territory of the Lion Kingdom and the Hump Kingdom, but few people will believe this kind of nonsense.

The soldiers who came back from the east were all terrified, their pupils dilated, and they did not look like victors at all.

Not far from him, the dark-skinned laborer, and the old man in his forties and fifties, also carefully hid the leaflets.

The two looked at each other and knew each other. Even if it's not for yourself. It's also for the unarmed family.

Amid the cacophony of air raid sirens, a similar scene played out all over the city at the same time, at the palace of the Falcon royal family.

Unlike the chaotic commotion in the streets, it was unusually quiet.

On the palatial throne, the aging King Montgoth stared blankly at the neatly written list in his hand.

This is the list sent by the interim tribunal, which records the next group of people to be executed.

When the war is going well, there are often only one or two names on it, but when the tide of war begins to take a turn for the worse, sometimes there is even a situation where a piece of paper is not enough.

These people who were executed.

Part of them are spies, part of them deserters, and some of them are traitors who question the decisions of the royal family, or simply dissidents who are being stuffed in by political opponents.

King Montgot knew very well that many of the people on his list must have been wronged, but he had no mind to bother with the frivolous questions.

Signing the list casually, he impatiently threw it to the captain of the guard. "Send it to Earl Cronway."

The Earl of Kronway was the President of the Provisional Court appointed by him, and his powers were above the military courts and the general courts.

Specialized in dealing with those traitors.

"Yes.

The captain of the guard bowed solemnly and took the list with both hands. Montgot suddenly noticed that the hands that had reached out to him were trembling slightly.

He looked up at the chief of the guard, his dry lips slowly opening and closing, and he called out the man's name. "Myrdal."

The captain of the guard shook his shoulders and whispered. "What's wrong... Your Majesty. "You're scared." "I, no."

Looking at his henchman who knelt down with a thud, Montgot's cloudy eyes suddenly wrote kindness, and he put his right hand on his shoulder and patted it gently.

"Don't worry, the Willantes promised me...... And it was that General Griffin personally made a promise that he would bring us victory.

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It's not just General Griffin's promises.

His son, William, was also a good field marshal.

He has been preparing for this war for more than ten years, for the future of his people, in order to fulfill the long-cherished wish of his ancestors... He has a full hand of cards in his hand, and there is no reason to lose.

Myrdal lowered his head, his Adam's apple moved, he wanted to say anything but didn't dare, and a bitter smile squeezed out of his face blocked by the shadows.

He knew it in his heart.

His Majesty in front of him has gone mad. And not even just Your Majesty... Everyone here is crazy. Including himself. "Yes......," said Myrdal respectfully.

At that moment, footsteps were heard outside the court, and an officer trotted in, kneeling on one knee and speaking at a rapid pace.

"Report to Your Majesty! The Coalition airdropped flyers in our city! They advertised on leaflets that there would be an air strike on the last day of the week--"

"How could a plane of the Union fly to us!"

King Montgot interrupted him in an unquestioning voice, and then spoke lightly. "Show me it." "Yes"

The officer took two steps forward in panic and handed the crumpled leaflet to the captain of the guard, who passed it into the hands of King Montgoth.

Montgot, who had taken the flyer, just glanced at it lightly, snorted slightly, and a sneer curled up at the corners of his mouth.

“… Arrogant to the extreme. ”

With that, he crumpled the leaflet into a ball and threw it out.

In William's letter to him two months ago, the fertile capital of the Lion Kingdom was still under their siege. Even if there is a slight defeat in the battle situation on the front line, it will not be that the flames of war have already burned to the royal capital.

"The prefect of the city defense advises you to take refuge in the underground palace..."Seeing that His Majesty was indifferent, the officer was sweating profusely and tried to persuade him to take refuge in the anti-aircraft bunker.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted. "This king is not going anywhere."

Looking down at the officer kneeling on the ground, Montgot clenched his fists, a flash of madness flashing through his cloudy pupils. "I want to see how the planes of the alliance can overpass the thousands of troops under the command of this king!" Bicester Fortress.

Looking at the corpses hanging in a row under the telephone pole, the expression of the elf king Fugui was slightly complicated, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence of emotion.

"These people are ruthless enough to deal with their own people." Irena said with a subtle expression. "That's normal."

Even the Willantes may not be Griffin's "own people", let alone these servants whose status is not much higher than that of the cannon.

A brief victory masked a series of inequalities, and the conquest of the Honey Badger Kingdom and the Lion Kingdom briefly restored the slaves' self-confidence.

And when victory could not last, all the contradictions that had been covered up poured out like pus under the acne. The kingdom has gone mad...... From kings to commoners. Thankfully, this is the last madness.

At the east gate of Bicester Fortress, trucks are driving in, and a large number of building materials are being delivered here through Oasis 3.

By order of the manager.

They were to reinforce the town of Bicester, completely transform the fortress that served as a supply hub into an offensive fortress, and deploy at least 100 155mm guns on a 5-kilometer-wide front to bring the borders of the Falcon Kingdom within artillery range.

Not only that, but large and small engineering equipment imported from Ideal City was also sent here, including excavators and road rollers.

According to the Alliance, not only was a road to Oasis 3 to Bicester Town to be built, but an airfield was to be built to the east of the attacking fortress.

Entrance to the barracks.

With a flattering smile on his face, Widelier walked over to the mole and respectfully handed over the notebook in his hand.

"My lord, this is what you want."

The notebook records in detail the movements of each army that passed through here, including numbers, personnel, supplies, and destinations.

It had taken him all morning to sort it out.

The mole glanced at it briefly, and made a simple gesture of information he had scavenged from Widelier's lieutenant

Contrast.

After making sure there was nothing wrong with him, he nodded. "Well done, you're free." Widelier stood still.

The mole looked at him and raised his eyebrows. "Didn't you understand what I said," Widelier quickly explained. "No, no, sir... The little ones just want to stay and work for you. ”

"Play for me" The mole looked at the guy curiously, wondering which play he was singing again. Seeing the inquiring gaze of the corps commander, Widelier nodded hurriedly and said righteously, "Yes, my lord! The Welantes have taken our king hostage, taken control of our country, and committed crimes of human outrage in this desert... Although the contemptible people are not talented, they are willing to stand on the side of justice and conscience and contribute to the alliance."

He's not stupid.

The Falcon Kingdom is finished.

A baron like him, who is not high or low, has no blood relatives who can help in other kingdoms, and he will die wherever he goes, so it is better to eat next to the alliance.

I didn't like this opportunistic fellow very much, and the mole didn't want to say yes, but after thinking about it, it would be nice to have an obedient local guide by his side.

Although the next mission of the Skeleton Corps has been to contain and feint, and the alliance will not occupy Oasis 2 for strategic reasons, the nail nailed to the belly of Oasis 2 will remain in Bicesterburg. When this battle is over, there will be a lot of refugees passing by Oasis 2... Thinking of this, he nodded. "Okay, then you can keep it.

Wittelier was overjoyed when he heard this, if he hadn't figured out that this strange-natured adult didn't like others to kneel, he would have liked to kneel down on the spot and thank him for the grace of recreation.

The adjutant standing on the side didn't have the same eyesight as him, and he knelt down without thinking about it. "The little ones are willing to follow in the footsteps of the Alliance, for the Alliance, for the managers of the dogs and horses...", "Get up," said the mole with black lines, "don't kneel at every turn, we don't eat this set." Before the lieutenant could come to his senses, Widelier, who was standing nearby, quickly kicked him in the ass. Hear no! Get you up. This kick somewhat smacks of writing a communiqué for personal vendettas.

He hadn't forgotten that these dogs had stripped him of his clothes as white flags. "Yes! Yes!"

The adjutant looked aggrieved, and said in his heart that I didn't learn this from you, but after all, he still didn't dare to shake out the words in his heart, and hurriedly got up.

Completely brought in a new identity, Widelier did not regard himself as an outsider at all, and politely approached the mole and asked.

"My lord, when are we going to teach those big noses a lesson, I have already seen that they are not pleasing to the eye," said the mole impatiently.

"We have our plan, of course, if you can't wait, get a gun yourself and rush them." As soon as he heard this, the enthusiasm above Willlier suddenly seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water, and he smiled awkwardly, closed his mouth and stopped talking......

As much as Widelier was eager to lie down and lick the soles of his shoes, the mole didn't fully trust the pompous fellow.

After reporting the news to the administrator, he assigned the licking dog the identity of a foreman and threw it to Bicester

Working on a construction site on the east side of town.

No way. It's disgusting to watch every day.

Although I wish the opponents were all such soft bones, it is really a warrior like Rechel who is more respectable. Unlike the Mole's dislike, Willelier was satisfied with his new job, even to the point of being moved.

To be the captain of the labor team is always better to go to the front line and be killed. It seems that the alliance did treat the captives as rumored. It's a pity that he wasn't Marshal Wilhelm.

Otherwise, he must surrender with the entire army of the Falcon Kingdom and end this stupid and futureless war as soon as possible. Enter the third day of the construction team.

Seeing another convoy of trucks drive past the checkpoint not far away, the adjutant standing next to Widelier muttered. "Is the Alliance going to stay here for the rest of its life?"

In the past few days, trucks have been driving in, and planes have been coming down one after another, and the unloaded materials are enough for several teams of 10,000 people.

But the alliance army did not move on.

Previously, everyone in the Labor team had speculated that the League was going to take the Legion by surprise, but it turned out to be completely different.

Widelier was also confused.

But he's an honest man, and he knows that it's best not to worry about things he shouldn't know.

Kicking the adjutant in the ass, he whispered a curse. "Shao Te, look around, hurry up and work!" The adjutant immediately shut his mouth, glared at the guy fiercely, did not dare to say anything, and honestly dug a hole.

It wasn't just Widelier and his "co-workers" who were confused by the Alliance's actions. There is also General Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the legion in Luoxia Province.

His brow furrowed at the map on the table, a palpable look of confusion written on his face. As he expected, the Alliance took Fortress Bicester.

However, what he couldn't understand was that the alliance armored forces that had knocked on the gate of Oasis 2 did not continue to advance as he had envisioned, but stopped in place.

Not only that, according to reports from the front-line reconnaissance unit, a large number of trucks and engineering equipment have been brought into the town of Bicester, which appears to be reinforcing the local infrastructure.

This made Griffin even more confused.

Having regrouped his forces, he was ready to fight the Alliance to the death, and even he himself was ready to die generously.

However, the alliance, which had put on a blitzkrieg posture a few days ago, suddenly stopped fighting. This can't help but make him feel like he has nowhere to go.

What the hell are these guys trying to do?

"…… According to information from the front-line reconnaissance units, recently there have been frequent landings of aircraft near the town of Bicester. Standing next to the command table, the staff officer, who knew nothing about Griffin's plans, said in a deep voice.

"Killer Whale"

"More than... There are also quite a few propeller aircraft. Griffin frowned. Is there an airport in Bicestertown?" Could it be that the recently repaired propeller planes are not very demanding of the airport, but didn't they change the runway on the Iron Heart?

Why build another airfield at the front ...

This sudden caution always gave him a sense of foreboding, especially when he was concerned about the large number of planes landing near Bicestertown.

Although he didn't care what the alliance used, anyway, he just needed to complete "that plan" by the end of the month, but the ominous premonition in his heart still lingered. Just then, the herald trotted in from outside.

"Report! There is news from the royal capital, and the alliance has dropped leaflets over the royal capital, announcing that it will carry out a strategic bombing of Falcon City on the last day of this week!" Last day of the week.

That is, the day after tomorrow

Griffin suddenly thought of something, his pupils constricted slightly, he glanced at the map sharply, and then quickly looked at the staff officer on the side.

"Which unit is closest to Falcon City?" The staff officer was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied.

"It's the 20,000th Falcon Kingdom team that has retreated and rested... They were about two days away from the royal capital. For the decisive battle with the Alliance.

They had concentrated all their forces on the border line of Oasis 2, and the only remaining troops in the rear were the crippled subordinate troops.

Griffin's heart tightened, and he hurriedly ordered.

"Let them go to Falcon City at once! Be sure to arrive within two days!" Heading to Falcon City? The officers standing around were stunned.

From the front line to Falcon City, there are three or four hundred kilometers, to say the least.

They knew that the airborne forces of the alliance were strong, and General Soft, who was in the 40,000-man army, was planted in the hands of that "burning corps".

But it's better not to use airborne troops to attack the city

The city guards stationed in Falcon City and the royal family's guards added up to five or six thousand people, and they were protected by river embankments.

Want to conquer such a fortress... How many planes do you have to put into it?

Not to mention the "logistical self-sustaining ability" of paratroopers, fighting a hundred kilometers away from reinforcements and supply lines, what is the difference between that and sending to death

However, seeing the gloomy expression on Griffin's face, the staff officer standing on the side didn't dare to ask more, so he could only stand up straight.

"Yes"

Retracting his gaze from the staff officer, Griffin looked back at the map, his fists slowly clenching and unlocking, his face changing uncertain.

The coalition built temporary airfields on the front line, and a large number of aircraft were assembled from the rear ... This is clearly not intended to bomb targets within ten kilometers.

It's almost a face-up card

He didn't understand why the alliance didn't choose the best option, and instead took the most risky plan, but from

The experience accumulated by the army over the years told him that when the other side makes unexpected moves against the norm, he must be vigilant that the other side may have information that he should not have.

“…… The royal capital. ”

Chewing on the word repeatedly, Griffin, who was staring at the map, muttered softly. "What the hell do you want to do?" At the same time. Desert on the southeast side of Oasis 2.

After sailing hundreds of kilometers in the no-man's land, the Iron Heart finally emerged from the howling wind and yellow sand.

Inside the bridge.

General McLaen was staring at the man in power armor with a grim face, his eyes flashing with hatred and anger, but he didn't dare to squeak.

He didn't expect that he would one day return to this airship in such a form. It reminded him of that shameful memory...

Finnold, who was standing in the corner, did not dare to look at him, so he had to find a crack in the ground to distract himself. Fortunately, General McLaen didn't pay attention to himself at all, and his eyes were completely on the figure of the man. "What did you bring me here for?" McClen said through gritted teeth, finally unable to hold back his hatred. Not caring about his hateful eyes at all, Chu Guang replied in a relaxed tone. "I'm invited to watch the finale."

"Ending" McClen was slightly stunned, and then sneered, "Isn't it too early to say big things now." Looking at his pretending to be calm, Chu Guang laughed and teased. Rejoice, you'll be reunited with your old friends in no time. "The Legion will not surrender." McClan stared at him deadly, "Never." ”

"Yes?"

Chu Guang smiled faintly, did not respond to his weak struggle, and cast his gaze to the floor-to-ceiling window. The green silhouette gradually emerges behind the misty yellow sand, imprinted on the horizon looming in the distance

From the bone-chewing rebellion that swept through the river valley to the flames that burned above the sunset... The day of reckoning has finally arrived. After this battle, the alliance will usher in a lasting peace.

As a dedicated planner, he had to take some time to think of a new version. But before that.

"It's time to end this war."

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