An entire flying wing sent by the Nedel Eagle Group formed a neat triangular queue in the air, piercing through the clouds and fog, and whistling northward.

This wing was loaded with several regiments of soldiers.

How could these big-headed infantrymen have ever had such high-level treatment in their lives?

Flying in the sky in a war fortress is the treatment that only king-level bigwigs have, and this experience is enough for them to show off for a lifetime.

The war fortress in Nai An was designed in a series of modifications, either for firepower or for speed, and none of them were for carrying capacity.

Therefore, the margin of the war fortress is not too large.

Fifty heavily armed soldiers with weapons and backpacks were crammed into a war fortress, each taking up very little space. In order not to affect the normal flight of the war fortress, they could only sit cross-legged on the ground.

But even huddled together and sitting on the floor did not affect the curiosity of these Eastern legionnaires.

They tried their best to change positions, such as changing positions in turns, and so on, and ran up and down the fortress of war.

Even the crew members had nothing to do with them, turning a blind eye to the actions of the soldiers.

Most of the security forces are also retired soldiers from the eastern provinces, and many of them are fellow villagers. When they first went to the war fortress, they weren't necessarily better than these people.

At the beginning, those technicians also picked their noses and eyes, and everyone was extremely dissatisfied at that time, and now they are very tired of watching these dogs who jump up and down and yell no matter what they do. For those soldiers, there is no good face.

At the same time, they also suddenly realized that it was really funny that those technicians had not driven the war fortress to an altitude of 5,000 meters, and then kicked themselves in the ass - because they had such an impulse in their hearts when they looked at those soldiers now.

Luckily for you. Before this impulse erupted in their hearts, the soldiers had already been honest. After all, flying in the air is an extremely monotonous thing.

No matter how good the scenery outside the window is, there are times when you get tired of seeing it, especially when the fields are the same under your feet.

After an hour, the curiosity of the soldiers inside the fortress of war had been basically satisfied.

They sat down and began to think about what kind of battle they were going to face.

Let Lord Lorraine be in a hurry, and it is a train and a fortress of war. Just to send them, the ordinary infantrymen, to the city of Viji.

What the hell happened in that city?

Did the demons kill them?

Can the city be kept?

Is there enough food?

Are the chicks in the city watery?

......

The soldiers gathered together and whispered incessantly.

Moore raised his head and peeked at the passing Eagle Group security officers.

As a veteran of the Eastern Provinces, Moore had heard many legends about their boss's son-in-law and grandfather.

One of the most thrilling stories. It's undoubtedly about this group of black-uniformed security guards.

All of them were selected from the retired soldiers under the command of the Grand Duke and Lorraine, and they had to pass several levels such as physical examination, political examination and professional skills test, and the elimination rate was as high as 60%. However, every registration season, there are still many people who sign up to break through the threshold.

Because the treatment of the security army is so good, the salary alone is several times that of ordinary soldiers, and they are also arranged with urban hukou and allocated housing. It is the preferred employment position for most soldiers and officers after retirement.

Moore himself planned to give it a try to the Flying Eagle Group after retiring the year after tomorrow, not to mention anything else, just that uniform was handsome.

Go home in that uniform. must be able to dazzle the eyes of a large group of chicks, maybe there are still people who don't want money and gifts, and voluntarily marry themselves......

After several hours of flying, when the sky gradually darkened, the ground beneath the soldiers' feet began to appear in large areas of thick green forests and gray peaks.

"Ready to land. A loud voice came.

In the loud roar, the fortress of war had slowly fallen.

Everyone felt light.

Moore turned his head to look out the window. I saw a tall city wall slowly rising outside the window, and then the spire of the house slowly appeared in sight.

It's a strange situation.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was not the city wall that was rising, but he was slowly falling.

At this moment, Moore felt a violent shock under him.

Immediately after, there was a loud 'boom'.

The fortress of war has landed firmly on the ground.

The door in front of us slammed open.

An SS officer stood up and blew the whistle in his hand. Then he roared loudly. Said: "All of them, stand up, whole team, go down to the fort." Quick, quick, quick, ......"

Under his series of urgings, the soldiers got up from the ground in a daze. Lined up and walked out the door.

When Moore came to the door, he suddenly felt a breath of fresh air rushing towards him, and he couldn't help but feel a shock to his spirit.

Because of the rapid flight of the war fortress, all the doors and windows were closed, and the seventy or eighty old men inside were huddled together. Some dogs still have sweaty feet, and after sitting on the ground, they like to take off their shoes. Over time, this taste ...... Kaoru's people are spicy-eyed, and they are happy to die.

He lined up in the middle of the line and came to the outside of the fort, and couldn't help but stomp his feet.

Next to him, many soldiers also involuntarily did the same thing. For ordinary people like them, although flying is very exciting, only when they step on solid ground can they have a sense of peace of mind.

Moore turned his head and looked around curiously.

Ahead is a black-brown wall.

With the eyes of a veteran, he keenly found that the city wall was not too wide. It is made of large rocks, and it is far inferior to the city of Constantine, or the city of Samarkand. But it's also extremely strong. It's a standard first-class fortress.

On the city walls, rolling logs, stones, oil, ballistas, bows and arrows...... And so on, all kinds of fortifications are also readily available.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Such a solid stone fortress is extremely difficult to break, hiding behind the wall, and their personal safety is also guaranteed.

Looking beyond the city walls, the rolling hills in the distance take advantage of the slanting sun. You can clearly see the snow on the top of the mountain in the distance.

It should be the Great Snow Mountain, the abscess of the Empire.

Barbarians have plagued the empire here for five hundred years. And now, although the barbarians have basically been wiped out, no matter how big the enemy is, the demons, have appeared here.

And their task is to defend this place and block the way of the demons to the south.

Just when he was thinking nonsense, someone pushed him behind and said, "What are you still doing, go quickly." Come on. ”

More immediately came to his senses and followed the flow of people towards the military camp not far away, which was originally built as a fortress to accommodate large troops, but in order to conquer Derossi in the west of the empire, a large number of troops originally stationed here were transferred.

When Moore came to the camp gate with the flow of people. I heard the loud roar of the war fortress behind him sound again.

He turned his head to look, and saw that the war fortresses had risen into the air, and they were flying quickly to the east without looking back. Obviously, they were going to pick up the second batch of troops.

Mor stepped into the barracks, and was greeted by a great noise peculiar to the barracks. Quarrels, fights, shouts, the clashing of weapons, the roars of officers. All kinds of voices converged into one, and it was extremely chaotic.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then looked around curiously, and then saw that many troops had already moved in the barracks.

Those people were all burly and murderous, and they were all wearing black eagle uniforms.

Not far away, a tall flagpole was erected in front of the tent. On the flagpole, a large flag embroidered with dragon cliff grass is fluttering in the wind.

At a glance, it was clear that these people were all elite troops under the command of Lord Luo, the Flying Eagle God of War.

When they saw the troops coming in, they all came out of their tents and stood on both sides of the road, holding their arms and looking at themselves coldly.

Moore couldn't help but be taken aback: how did these people come so quickly? You know, everyone should have received the order at about the same time.

But then it became clear that these troops should have been airlifted directly by Lord Luo from the War Fortress.

Thinking of this, Morna was thrilled to sit in the fortress of war. disappeared all of a sudden, but was ashamed and angry: there is really a huge difference between what the mother raised and what the stepmother raised.

These people are on foot, on trains, and in war fortresses, desperately rushing to the road. There are big blisters on my feet. But these dogs sat directly in the war fortress and rushed over leisurely.

And he keenly noticed that among the other party's team, there were many tall half-orcs with thick limbs.

All of them had long hairs on their faces, and their yellow eyes flashed with a fierce light, and they looked at them viciously.

Moore also did not show weakness at the moment, and glared back viciously. He knew very well that no one in the army looked at the soft eggs. Only by daring to fight can we win the respect of others.

Sure enough, the attitude of the soldiers on the other side suddenly improved a lot.

At this moment, someone on the other side shouted, "Hey, brother, which part of you are?"

Moore shouted, "We are from the 506th Regiment of the 101st Division of the Eastern Army. What about you?"

The man on the other side shouted, "We are the Naian Artillery Regiment." ”

He then pointed to the orcs next to him and shouted, "Those are from the Ney Grenadier Regiment." ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but pause, and then shouted again: "Everyone is a brother. I'll have to be a lot closer in the future. ”

Everyone in the Eastern Legion immediately burst out laughing. Although the average person looks down on orcs, it does not include the Eastern Legion.

At the beginning, the orc division under Lorraine had gone to the Eastern Front and fought side by side with the Eastern Division. With their bravery and fearlessness, those orcs won the trust and favor of the people of the Eastern Legion.

In the midst of that laughter, Moore gradually became more confident about the future war.

They came to their camp tents, threw their respective packages on the bed, and just opened them, an order came: "All hurry up and rest, and start preparing for war tomorrow~"

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The Lich Marcel's heart, which was already cold, was now as hot as fire.

Even he himself was amazed that it had been so many years that his heart, which was no longer beating, had never experienced such a passionate sensation again.

The last time I felt this way was when he was still an ordinary human mage, facing his lover's beautiful body.

"About five hundred years, right?" Marcel the Lich muttered to himself, he had become an immortal Lich for too long, and had long forgotten human feelings.

But at this time. This good feeling is back.

Marcel the Lich pressed the envelope in his arms through his clothes, and although he couldn't feel his heart beating, he could feel the thick stack of envelopes underneath his clothes.

He was sure that he was not dreaming, that they were still there, and that the vital and precious information he had obtained from the Lich Herod was with him.

With this detailed information, defeating the Rumans was a breeze.

Marcel the Lich weaves his way through the bustling crowds of Joman, far beyond the bustling landscape of Arcadrine. He was heartily amazed.

The straight road leads straight into the city, ending in the majestic palace hall of Ruman.

On the side of the road are luxuriously decorated, clean and bright windows, and the store displays products from all over the world. Wandering vendors carry carts and carry burdens. Sell loudly as you go.

The men, women, the elderly, and children on the streets, almost all of them along the way had happy smiles on their faces and enjoyed a peaceful and peaceful life.

Even the air was filled with a lively atmosphere. The breath of living beings. It's also an aura that disgusts the lich.

"Soon, this will all change. Marcel the Lich, with a sneer of the prophet's insight into the future, slowly walked down the streets of Jouman.

It was as if he had seen the day when the flames of the city of Ruman burned and the howls of human terror rang out.

War bastions will loom over the city. The Semitic army rushed through the walls, and the lichs descended from the sky......

The Eternals will reign over the largest city in the world.

"We will tear down the temple of light in the city and erect a statue of the demon god, which will become the new capital of their necromancers. "Marcel the Lich has passion in his heart.

It is certainly better to rule over a billion humans than over 100 million vulgar Semites.

Just as he was thinking about it, his body shook suddenly, and he was hit on the shoulder by a bag vendor.

The peddler hurriedly stopped. With a smiling face, he said, "Are you okay, old man?"

Marcel the Lich looked at the human's polite face, suddenly laughed, flicked his sleeves and turned away.

The peddler wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was secretly glad in his heart that he had not knocked the old man down, otherwise he would have done it in vain for a month.

He lifted the bag again and muttered in confusion, "Strange." Why is this old guy colder than ice?"

When he looked up again, he found that the figure had disappeared into the crowd.

Marcel the Lich walked out of the gates of the city of Jomane with ease, and even took a closer look at the soldiers at the gates.

The whirling soldier glanced at him, took him for an ordinary bad old man, and turned his gaze away with disdain.

This made the lich Marcel sneer, and secretly said to himself: if only he knew that he was facing an Eternal. I don't know what it will be like to be scared?

But don't worry, I believe it won't be long before you see it. At that time, you can take your time and taste it carefully.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but show a sinister smile.

Marcel the Lich walked in a chariot and walked through the countryside outside the city of Jouman with his hands behind his back as if he were strolling.

It was getting late, a crescent moon hung in the sky, and the sky was full of stars, even if people came from the opposite side, they could only see a vague shadow.

At this point, the Lich Marcel was finally sure that no one was following him behind him. He shook his arms and soared into the air like a big bird.

In the next second, the black shadow had disappeared into the night.

Two days later, Marcel the Lich overlooked the Semitic army marching through the reckless mountains.

The golden lightning banner of the Semitic tribe hunted and flew in the cold mountain wind.

General Orlandini, who led this army, sat on horseback in a fur coat and looked out at the gloomy sky to the south.

Although it is still September, snow has begun to fall in the mountains, and the temperature at night can drop to around freezing.

The cold characteristic of the Great Snow Mountains was very uncomfortable for the Semitic soldiers.

It was summer, so they didn't carry winter clothes to protect them from the cold, and the Semitic army had even suffered from frostbite and death while camping and resting at night.

The mountains were becoming more and more difficult to walk, and they had to climb one mountain peak after another, and every day soldiers stumbled and fell into the cliffs while climbing the mountains.

And this was again when he had a barbarian guide who was familiar with the road.

General Orlandini did not dare to think about the other Semitic armies that had landed, they must have worked harder than him.

But to his relief, this qiē difficulty did not frighten his soldiers.

By his side. The spirited Semitic soldiers strode along, stepping neatly on the mountain road, making a heavy clattering sound.

The mountain roads were rugged and the temperatures were bitterly cold, but these difficulties were nothing to ask for the valiant Semitic soldiers.

The soldiers eagerly awaited entering the Ruman Empire so that they could let go of things and money...... Uh, exorcise the false gods of light and restore the glory of the great demon gods. Let the blessings of the High Priest of the Dead spread throughout the starry sky.

In order to boost morale and lift people's hearts, on the ships that crossed the ocean, Orlandini had the officers desperately instill the wealth of the Juman Empire in those ignorant soldiers.

They portrayed the Ruman Empire as a land full of gold and milk. A kingdom like heaven.

The warehouse is piled with mountains of gold coins, the women are beautiful and enchanting, the porcelain is as fine as jade, and the clothes are smooth as silk......

And those weak humans actually eat three meals a day. There is salt in the meal, and there is a big red apple after the meal, and the dessert after cooking.

This alone had already made the jealous eyes of those soldiers turn blue and scream.

For the average Semitic people, every day was one meal. And it's all thin.

Not only that, but if you put more salt in the rice than three grains. It's all about destroying heaven and earth.

And these lazy and incompetent humans live this luxurious life. They really should be killed a thousand times, and then step on 10,000 feet, so that they will never be able to turn over~

Moreover, those officers told them that after this battle, each of their soldiers would be able to own a hundred acres of fertile land. The landlord of the ten rooms of the big house has lived a worry-free life since then.

It is 10,000 times better than when they worked as sharecroppers and long-term laborers in the Semitic tribe.

This greatly aroused the enthusiasm of the soldiers.

General Orlandini also had a fierce heart, and he commanded an army of Semitic troops that had never been seen before, and he was about to become the conqueror of the Juman Empire and immortalize his deeds that would be admired by future generations.

Even better, the main force of the Rumans in the north. They had all been transferred out of transit, and he was now facing an empty northern part of the Ruman Empire.

The army passed, and it was effortless to storm the city.

The news of the two generals of the Western Route Army having been crowned kings had already reached his ears, defeating the Ruman Empire and taking Ruman City, according to the merits. It is likely that the high priest appointed him as the new king of Joman.

"King Orlandini, the founder of the Orlandini dynasty~" General Orlandini silently recited this name in his heart, and couldn't help but smile on his face, and secretly said in his heart: It seems that it is worth buying this position for 500,000 yuan, and it can even be said to be cheap.

His colleagues who remained in the Semitic continent must have had wonderful expressions on their faces when they heard the news that he had been crowned king.

Let them regret it~

Dare to say that it is impossible for him to win the Ruman Empire.

Then a dark shadow fell from the sky and landed in front of his horse.

General Orlandini's horse under his crotch was startled, and the man stood up with a neigh, and behind him was a cliff.

Orlandini was not alarmed, his legs clamped between the horse's belly, and he clung to the horse's neck.

The war horse only landed on its hind legs, kept retreating, and saw that it was on the edge of the cliff, and in a few more steps, he would become the first Semitic general to fall to his death.

What is famous in history, the emperor's hegemony will have nothing to do with him soon.

The attendants next to him were frightened, and at this time, they rushed up and hugged General Orlandini's war horse, and more than a dozen people forced the war horse down.

The stones lifted by the horse's hooves rolled down the cliff with a crackling sound.

General Orlandini walked around the ghost gate, his face turned white with fright, his heart pounded wildly, he raised his head and glared at the black shadow in front of him, seeing that it was the man who dared to plot against him, and he must be cut with a thousand knives.

But then the corners of General Orlandini's mouth twitched twice, and he said angrily: "It's Master Marcel." ”

The Lich Marcel let out an embarrassed dry laugh, if the commander of their undead Northern Route Army was thrown down the mountain by the horse and fell to his death, it would be a big joke.

But out of the pride of the Eternals, he would not apologize to a Semitic person, and directly digressed the topic, and said in a hoarse voice: "General Orlandini, I have brought you some good things, and I think you must be willing to see them as much as possible." ”

The lich Marcel took out the envelope from his arms, and General Orlandini took it angrily, and after opening it and looking at it for the first time, he suddenly took a breath of cool air, and then said in ecstasy: "God help me~"

ps: Thank you for the collection.

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