Chapter 706: Lanchi's Battle of Sorrows

The second week of September 1798 in the solar calendar was called the seven darkest days of the League, which were constantly printed in newspapers from various countries.

In just one week, under the purposeful encirclement and suppression of the Twelve Army Gods, the United Parliamentary Alliance of the Kingdom killed nine eighth-order soldiers.

The Cress Empire did not hesitate to sacrifice its army to cooperate with the military god to use a suicidal attack, forcing the allies to send reinforcements to the important land, and then once the eighth order was left alone on the way to transfer, the military god would accurately lock on and kill it in a three-on-one or seven-to-two mode.

At the same time, facing at least one strong control, one strong attack, and one healing god, no eighth-order can be spared.

Even the High Priest Loren came to hear of his death.

As for the military gods, they are still in full state, and no eighth-order powerhouse of the alliance side can inflict effective fatal injuries on them before they die.

……

In the vast western part of the southern continent lies a superpower called Canberra.

It is not only the leader in the overall national power of many kingdoms in the Southern Continent, but it is also known for being the center of peace and stability for many years.

The headquarters of the Southern Continent Film World Management Association and the Card Makers Association have chosen to set up their headquarters here, and their territory is far more extensive than that of the Hutton Kingdom, the easternmost part of the Southern Continent.

Sloveni, the capital of Canberra, the highest chamber of the United Parliament of the Kingdom.

The grandeur of the building seems to challenge the sky, and the pure white walls are decorated with intricate openwork patterns, and the sunlight through these delicate openings turns into countless golden lines, interweaving a magnificent picture of the gods in the space.

In the depths of this Supreme Council Chamber, there is a confined space filled with enchantments and metal gates.

At this moment, several figures were sitting around the round table, with solemn expressions.

On the smooth mirror-like surface of the central round table, a game of chess is inlaid with stars, reflecting every ray of light in the room.

"There is only one purpose for the Twelve Army Gods, and that is to hunt the Eighth Order."

Someone broke the silence.

Every battle of the gods in the past was just an illusion, and it was not their duty and the greatest threat to conquer the city.

The Eighth-Order Protector Powerhouse is a top-notch combat power that cannot be replenished by any party, and only time can slowly repair it.

In other words, the blatant and precise siege of the eighth order by the military gods is a conspiracy.

Who the hell leaked the whereabouts of the Eighth Order?

Anyone can see that there is a problem at the top of the United Kingdom Parliament.

The Cress Empire wanted the United Parliamentary Alliance to know this.

Now the whole kingdom is united in the parliamentary alliance, and everyone is in danger.

The trust of the Allies in the center of the parliament is no longer there.

The Allied countries will no longer be willing to adopt high-risk strategies, but will inevitably choose to be as safe as possible, to preserve their own country's top combat power, and no longer obey the command of the United Kingdom Parliament, and risk being trapped to support other countries.

As a result, the Alliance's conservative strategic approach was expected by the Cress Empire, and support between the kingdoms was reduced, and the battle line began to formally collapse.

There was a heavy atmosphere in the air in the Supreme Council Chamber, and the faces of the figures present were all serious, focused, and even nervous.

"Could it be that in addition to the leakage of information on our side, there is also an oversized soothsayer on the other side?"

A figure spoke worriedly.

The more they checked internally, the more they were scared, and when one was found, it seemed that there was another.

"In any case, the purpose of the Cress Empire has been achieved, and once the crisis of confidence is born, it will never be repaired."

Another figure added.

The eyes of the parliamentarians wandered from one to the other, looking for each other's positions and ideas in the silent exchange.

"The Cress Empire only attacks but does not defend, and the massacre style of fighting against civilians is actually using civilians as a threat, forcing us to strengthen defensive confrontation and the frequency of reinforcement deployment."

Speaker Steven, who was sitting in the lead, pinched his eyebrows and asked for the opinions of the other councilors,

"And once reinforcements begin to be deployed, there must be top powerhouses to garrison key fortresses, otherwise the battle line can only be retreated, and the land will be surrendered, and at the same time, it will be accompanied by the death of countless civilians to ensure the safety of the core combat force."

As a single unit with high combat power, the eighth order moves much faster than the legion.

In full-scale campaigns, they are the equivalent of large corps units that can be mobilized quickly.

The territory of the United Parliamentary Alliance is too large, and the whereabouts of the twelve military gods on the battlefield are unknown, and there are often people from the Cress Empire who will disguise themselves as fake military gods, so that the real body of the military gods can go to roam and attack.

They are now going to kill the Eighth Order of the Alliance at all costs.

If you want to win against an eighth-order powerhouse who has almost stepped into the realm of gods, you can either use the eighth-order to fight against the eighth-order.

Either by relying on the army and large military city defense facilities, such as the Phantom Concussion Tower, the Magic Sky Cracker Cannon, and the Firmament Shield Array, they can all deal enough effective damage to the eighth-order powerhouses.

Now a trade-off has to be made.

Tier 8 is a non-replenishable hero unit combat power, which also determines the flexibility of tactics.

Once the Eighth Order of the United Parliamentary Alliance of Kingdoms is completely destroyed, then the chances of winning this battle will become extremely slim.

"If it is compressed again, although it will be safe, what will happen to the residents who can't escape? Do you want to give up most of the land to the Cress Empire? ”

There was silence in the Supreme Council Hall for a long time, and finally a figure slammed the table angrily and asked.

"What then?"

"Just fight hard, concentrate all the superior forces, and attack the Cress Empire!"

"The Cress Empire's style of play is like this, it looks like they don't care if we counterattack or not, they seem to be telling us with an iron heart - if you dare to come, they will dare to change their homes."

"But be prepared to lose everything, and if you play like this, it will be over very quickly, and if you are caught in the front and back, you will fall into the worst situation."

The Mad Dog Tactics of the Cress Empire showed that they didn't care about civilians, and correspondingly, they believed that the United Parliamentary Alliance of Kingdoms cared about civilians.

"What's more, even if we really plan to gamble, can we persuade other countries to cooperate with this plan?"

Until the question rang out, the Supreme Chamber fell silent again.

Trust is gone, and it is impossible for all nations to agree to such a gamble, which is meaningless unless all kingdoms work together.

It was a long time to deliberate.

At last.

The United Parliament of the Kingdom can only make a bitter decision.

To be on the safe side.

All countries will take the initiative to shrink their fronts and can no longer disperse their combat forces.

Only by giving up land can the density of armies and defensive forces be increased, while keeping the Tier 8 hero units safe, and allowing the multiple Tier 8s to work together as much as possible.

If you lose your land, you will lose your land, and if you lose your land, you will save your land.

Nevertheless.

This decision doomed the United Parliament of the Kingdom to gradually abandon its territory in the coming period, and the civilians of tens of millions of square kilometers began to flee and migrate on the largest scale in history......

……

A few days later.

The Kingdom of Posen.

1 district on the south bank of the Paglieu city.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the Luxon Garden on the banks of the Selena River is shimmering on the river as if it is covered with a golden veil, and the breeze blows through the mist.

Regardless of the external war, the capital in the heart of Posen is still a safe place.

A thin young figure sat on a bench on the bank of the river.

He was in a daze, not moving.

After some time, another person finally came and sat down beside him, and opened the newspaper in his hand.

"It's a good idea to meet by the Selena River."

Nigel muttered to himself as he looked at the newspaper.

He found Lanch, who had changed into civilian clothes and dressed like ordinary Huadu residents.

Since that day he decided to help Ranch infiltrate the Cress Empire, he has never used Lieutenant General Nigel to contact Ranchi again.

"It's rare to have a sunny day."

Ranch moved his gaze from the river to Nigel beside him, and smiled helplessly at Nigel.

"It's either raining or fogging during this time, and I feel like my heart is about to rust."

Nigel also sighed, his eyes could not hide his tiredness.

The sound of the waves of the Sarina River continues.

"It won't always be like this."

Ranch looked at Selena River again and muttered.

"I've done it for you, and tomorrow you'll be on your way to the Cress Empire alone."

Nigel flipped through the newspaper and said.

Ranchi's shadow shuddered, and a kitten poked out of it and jumped curiously onto Ranchi's lap.

"Meow so suddenly?"

It asked Nigel in surprise.

It stands to reason that Nigel promised to help Ranch do it within a month.

"It's not sudden, it's me who took the initiative to ask to speed up the trip to Cressy, and there are important things to deal with."

Ranchi touched the cat's head and replied.

It may be a little more reluctant, such as age and occupation that are quite different from what you expected, but you can get to Cress sooner.

Even a day earlier can save many people's lives.

"If you want to come back, you can publish a painting of you in the Central Daily Crater, and someone will contact you to find a way to arrange for you to return to the Kingdom Alliance."

Nigel handed the newspaper to Ranch.

Despite being just a normal newspaper, it contains the way in which Ranch interacted with the spies of the Poson Kingdom in the Cress Empire.

He believed that Ranch would remember it once he read it.

"I see."

Ranch took the newspaper.

"I look forward to the day when comrades will be commensurate again."

Nigel got up, put his hat on again, and said to Ranch.

"Take care."

With the sound of encouragement, he walked away without looking back.

In this war, every meeting may be the last.

In their line of work, once the time comes, even life will not belong to them, in the face of the invaders, death is not terrible, what is terrible is that death is meaningless.

"Take care."

Ranchi said silently.

He gradually shifted his attention to the newspaper in his hand and flipped through it.

Looking at the photo of Loren's face in the newspaper, Lanch suddenly became emotional.

Ranch finally stood up, standing on the riverbank, by the stone pillars connected by iron chains.

He silently recited the code, tore the key pages of the newspaper to shreds, and threw them into the river.

When I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of a whistle.

The sound of the ship's radio has also gradually become clearer -

"On September 17, 1798, at 4:30 p.m. Posen time, the South Asian Quedan led the free radio emergency insertion."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have just received a report on the situation at the front. The 2nd Chris's Magic Command Armored Division was attacked by the enemy's 11th Heavy Cavalry Regiment at Fort Harrison in the southeast, and after a day and a night of fierce fighting, our troops suffered heavy casualties, losing about 60% of their soldiers and magic weapons. At present, the front has been forced to retreat to 30 kilometers west of the Isser River, and at the same time, in the Bronte Heights, our 55th Infantry Division is also being surrounded by the enemy's 7th Mountain Division and the 1st Air Assault Special Forces, and is in danger of being completely annihilated at any time."

"According to the battle report of the Supreme Command, in the past 24 hours, more than 25,000 Allied forces of the Kingdom Federation have been killed or missing, and the enemy's advance has been overwhelming, starting from Holson in the south, all the way to Holsen, and our army has been defeated and retreated along the way. To the north, the enemy's 4th Army also broke through the blockade near Elis Province and headed straight for Port Austin."

"The Supreme Commander of the South, General Albion, delivered a speech this morning, calling on all the soldiers and civilians of Poson to unite as one and swear to fight the invaders to the end. He stressed that although we are in a difficult situation at the moment, as long as we persist in resisting, the dawn of victory will eventually come. Let's join hands to meet the final dawn!"

The announcer's voice was choked, and he couldn't suppress the grief and indignation in his heart.

The radio immediately played the passionate "Ode to Glory" -

"Onward, onward, brave warrior!"

"Hold high the banner of justice and truth."

"With our blood and lives, we will compose immortal heroic hymns."

"It takes courage to die."

Ranch lowered his head and stood for a moment before returning to the docks.

He never said a word, silently sitting alone on the bench, facing the morning sun and the sea breeze.

The afterglow of the setting sun on the gently flowing river turns the surface of the water golden yellow, and the clouds on the horizon are dyed crimson by the sunset, like the color of dawn.

Ranchi sat alone on a bench, dressed in a simple white shirt, his face full of sadness and grievance, tears in his eyes, and unwilling to look into the distance, as if reminiscing about the time spent in Ichrita.

The music of the church behind him is gentle and distant, like groping the way forward in the dark, but he doesn't speak, just walks forward, and he doesn't know how far away the light is.

His surroundings were unusually quiet because of his quietness, with only the occasional birdsong and the distant sounds of children.

By the river at sunset, on the benches, the breeze blows his hair and the corners of his clothes, and he does not move.

"Ranchimeth ......"

The cat boss raised his paw worriedly and patted Ranchi.

It was the first time it had seen Ranch like this.

However, Ranch shook his head and signaled that the cat boss was fine.

He picked up the kitten and looked into the distance.

"On the best side, Lanchimeow, Loren may not be dead, after all, he is so strong, maybe there is a way to escape, and the Cress Empire may only disclose Loren's death to fight the Allied side, and, ......"

The cat boss didn't know how to comfort Ranch.

I could only take out the [Fake Slate-Wind] and stuff it into Lanchi's hand, hoping that he would have some sustenance.

Although none of the strong men killed by the Twelve Army Gods will leave a corpse, just because they can't see Loren's corpse, they can't insist that he still has hope of being alive.

If you have this kind of hope, maybe one day when you see the military god of the Cress Imperial camp use the [Primordial Stone Tablet-Wind], you will suffer another more desperate blow.

Lanchi looked at the [Fake Slate-Wind], gradually grasped it, and raised his head.

"I'm going to Cree, don't worry."

Lanqi's emerald green eyes reflected the sunset and river waves, as well as the river bank on the other side,

"I'll keep it up."

"As long as we are on the same road, we will eventually meet."

"Wait until the day of victory, and I will come to see you."

He said to himself firmly.

"I will carry on the name of Loren and carry out his will to the end in the Cress Empire."

I don't know who he said this last sentence to, maybe to himself, maybe to the kingdom of Hutton, maybe to the goddess of fate.

“……”

Cat boss looked at Lanch.

As we all know, there are two Loren in this world.

When Loren is gone, Loren is about to go all out.

"Wait Ranch, in case he doesn't die......"

Boss Cat was suddenly a little worried.

It was afraid that even if Loren was really alive, he would be too ruthless in the Cress Empire by Lanch's name, and he would not dare to come forward at that time.

(End of chapter)