Banners are hanging under parachutes, fluttering in the air.

The above line is from the handwriting of Chairman Leore, although it is ugly and crawling with a dog, but it is enough for the people in Ryder City to see it clearly.

Looking at the banner in the sky, the young Emperor De Rossi's face was pale, and he didn't say a word.

The most loyal nobles and ministers of the empire did not dare to look at the sky again. They all kept their heads down, their eyes fixed on their toes, and they couldn't wait to crack them in order for everyone to get in.

They were afraid that Emperor De Rossi would find out and think that they were also laughing at him, and the emperor would be slaughtered in a fit of rage.

Emperor De Rossi's nerves have become more and more sensitive recently, and his temper has become more and more irritable, just yesterday there was an unlucky guy who inadvertently laughed, and was heard by De Ro Chapter 1303 Grand Strategy (Asking for a Monthly Pass) West, and then he was furious and threw him into the lion cage. Let the lions be torn to pieces.

But then again, there's nothing wrong with that.

Whoever gets involved so far has to go crazy.

No matter how much money this majesty spent, how many howling beasts were asked to wash the floor for him, but after all, he obtained the throne by taking refuge in the high priest of the dead and selling his clan to seek glory.

This reputation has been stinky for 300 miles, nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

His reputation among the human race is already hatred, and no matter how much he brushes it, he can't get it back, and for thousands of years, the name De Rossi will represent a traitor, a traitor.

If such a person does not go against the grain, but helps the grandmother cross the road all day long, then it will be abnormal.

Seeing that De Rossi's face was getting more and more ugly, the palace governor next to him suddenly came to his senses, turned to glare at a group of Praetorian guards, and shouted angrily: "You stupid pigs, what are you doing in a daze? Go get it down, go get that thing down." ”

That's when the guards remembered what to do.

Although they also knew that the banner was still floating in the air. For these people, there is no way at all, but their 1303rd chapter grand strategy (asking for a monthly pass) still keeps shouting "get it down", and they panic to find weapons. to show that you are busy.

Of course, the main thing is to escape from the enraged emperor.

In the military camp outside the city, the Semitic generals were also raising their heads, looking at the banners that were slowly falling in the sky, all with different faces. Mixed feelings.

Although the Semitic are now in the same camp as the Derossi Empire. But although these arrogant generals are vulgar, they usually don't lack the ability to rob things and women, fish and people. But they also have their own moral standards, at least, they are still unwilling to do this traitor to seek glory.

Hence it. They were very dismissive of this Emperor De Rossi.

Someone even said directly without hesitation: "Although the meaning is good, but the writing is ugly enough." ”

The Semitic generals were just about to laugh, but they saw a purgatory-like scene outside the city. But none of them could laugh.

No matter how ugly the writing is, so what?

The Terrans are not fried yet, their chickens fly and dogs jump, and people turn over on their backs. Then pat your butt. Easy walking.

I don't even have the slightest solution on my side.

The Semitic generals looked gloomily at the camp that had just been bombed.

Dozens of thick clouds of smoke billowed up into the sky.

Beneath the smoke, there were still voices of weeping and wailing. Apparently the Semitic soldiers had not yet recovered from the bombardment.

"If only the human cavalry rushed ...... at this time," muttered the newly appointed King Maschinot, with a sad expression.

It was as if a cold wind was blowing. The generals shuddered in unison: not to mention much at this time, as long as there are 50,000 human regular troops, they can be beaten and completely collapsed.

The current chaos in the barracks is impossible to organize effective resistance, and their Semitic people will be slaughtered like sheep by the Terrans.

King Maschinot looked back at his men and whispered, "If we are in the midst of a battle with humans, we are suddenly attacked like this......

The Semitic generals looked at each other and bowed their heads without saying a word.

The bombardment, which lasted less than a minute, left an indelible impression on the Semites.

Under the bombs dropped on the fortress of war, the fragility and insignificance of a person.

In this bombardment of less than 30 seconds, these people who were originally empty were completely stunned.

These proud soldiers suddenly discovered that the original war could be such an incredible way.

In the past wars, if you can't fight, you can escape, if you can't escape, you can hide, and if you really can't escape, you can still break the kettle and fight hard.

But before the bombs dropped on the fortress of war, these soldiers had no ability to fight back, not even a place to hide.

The only thing you can do is pray to the demon god that the bombs that fall from the sky don't fall on your head.

Even the war fortress that the undead are proud of is not immune to bombing.

The Semitic generals looked at the war fortress with only wreckage and fragments, and wondered if the plan made by the High Priest had been wrong from the start.

After all, more than ten days have passed, and in addition to the successful landing, none of the high priest's original combat goals have been achieved.

The Maple Leaf Danlin is still well there, and the human war fortress troops have suffered minor losses.

On the contrary, it was the war fortress of the undead as a strategic weapon that suffered heavy losses.

The generals began to wonder: if they continued to follow the battle plan of the high priest, would they be able to achieve victory in the end?

"Maybe the professional generals should be in charge?" the thought flashed through the minds of the new kings, Maschinot and Veraprani, and all the generals.

They couldn't help but glance at each other, and they could see the worry in each other's eyes.

So far, they Semitic people have not encountered the real main force of humanity, and the 200,000 peacekeepers who were wiped out at the time of landing are just a rabble, and they did not kill them.

The two kings thought seriously in their hearts: what if they meet an elite like the Rumandi ** group?

What if there is another bombardment like today's?

Without a huge number of war fortresses, would they be able to win the Semitic race?

......

Finally, and most importantly, the most important and crucial question: can they afford to lose this war?

The two of them thought of that terrible answer, and shook their heads in unison: The situation is not optimistic, and it can't be consumed like this anymore~!

But......

But it was hard to change your plans.

For it was made by the High Priest of the Dead himself.

In the minds of the Semitic people, it was the highest and most holy throne of God. He is a god-like ruler.

Once a change is proposed, it is a question of him.

Doubting the gods, no matter what era or place, it is a crime that cannot be forgiven, and it is a great sin to punish the nine clans~!

Just as they were thinking, they heard a scream.

Immediately after, a lich descended from the sky.

He glanced coldly. And then in a commanding tone. He said in a stiff tone: "Everyone, His Majesty the Divine Throne summons you, and go to the palace quickly." ”

With this sentence in mind, he flicked the sleeves of his robe, turned his head and flew away.

The generals pursed their lips and cursed at the lich's back.

"Cow what cow. It's not like you've been beaten like a duck yet. ”

"If you hadn't made a mess, maybe we would have won last time. ”

"A bunch of idiots. ”

"Damn, the Semitic race is all in your hands...... Maschinot and King Veraprani sighed in unison.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are grievances.

Although it is declared to the outside world. The undead and the Semitic are good friends who are like brothers, good friends who are connected by blood. But these words can't even be fooled by a six-year-old child.

The contradictions between the undead and the Semitic have been accumulated for thousands of years, and they are only barely united by the strong suppression of the High Priest himself.

At the time of the triumph all the way. This contradiction is not prominent.

But once there is a setback and failure, the contradiction will erupt.

In the eyes of the Semitic soldiers, it was a mistake for the necromancers to lead this war, but in the eyes of the undead. The Semitic people are all greedy for life and afraid of death, bastards who forget their righteousness, peasants who carve cunning and treachery into their bones, and mud legs who are extremely cheap.

With a stomach full of thoughts, the generals rode to the palace, then jumped off their horses and walked towards the depths of the palace hall.

At this time, the guards of Emperor De Rossi were holding bows and arrows, trying to shoot down the banners floating in the sky, some climbed on the roof, some climbed on the trees, shouting, shouting, and throwing arrows into the sky indiscriminately, without thinking at all about whether they would accidentally injure the people on the ground.

Maschinot couldn't help but scold "stupid B".

The humans who heard his voice only pretended not to hear it, which made Maschinot look down on them even more - even if they dared to look back, they were still men.

In the garden of the palace, the high priest sat on a chair in the shade of a tree, his face sinking like water, and his face was expressionless.

After the generals saluted, they stood silently to the side.

The High Priest of the Undead said slowly, "The losses, have they been counted?" ”

"Yes," said the lich named Bolini, bowed, and then stood without saying a word.

The high priest raised his head, glanced at him unhappily, patted the arm of the chair, and said, "Then say." ”

The lich Borini looked up suspiciously at the Semitic people opposite, and muttered in his heart, "Do you have to say it in front of them?

But looking at the high priest's impatient expression, Borini immediately put aside all his worries and said in a deep voice: "In the battle just now, a total of thirty-seven war fortresses were completely destroyed, and twenty-two Yan zhòng were damaged, and they must be overhauled on the spot. ”

"So much~!" Maschinot's heart was shocked, and he looked at the undead high priest blankly, and secretly said in his heart: Such a heavy loss will directly change the high priest's strategic plan, but ......

Maybe this is an opportunity, an opportunity to change the current wrong tactics.

"Fifty-nine," the high priest furrowed, and said slowly, "it will take seventeen years to build them." ”

The high priest suddenly slapped the table hard, and said hatefully: "Enes mistook me~!"

There was no beginning or end to this sentence, and Maschinot did not understand what the high priest himself meant, but muttered in his heart: Isn't Enes dead?

Haddou, who was on the side, could understand the meaning of the high priest, who was angry with Enes, and if Enes had self-knowledge and knew that he didn't have the ability, he shouldn't have taken on this task.

"How much has been lost since the beginning of the war?" asked the High Priest with a stiff face.

Borini raised his eyelids again and looked at the Semites again. Then he lowered his head and said dryly: "Ninety-seven." ”

The Semitic generals couldn't help but glance at each other, and their faces couldn't help but show shocked expressions.

They knew that the high priest had suffered heavy losses, but they did not expect that in three battles, they would lose almost half of the number of war fortresses.

At this rate, in less than two months, everyone will be able to roll up the bunks and go home, and they will not have the sweet dream of princely generals.

The chief priest sighed, lowered his head and said helplessly, "Call all the remaining war fortresses left in Semitic." We must maintain absolute numerical superiority. ”

Borini looked up. He opened his mouth to speak and stopped. I didn't dare to bow my head again in the end, and said respectfully: "Yes." ”

The generals looked at each other, and each saw the determination of the high priest.

Before they could launch their expedition, the Semitic rebels suddenly attacked, storming the city and approaching the provincial capital.

In order to suppress the rebel army. Also in order to spy on the Semitic people, the High Priest left an unknown number of war fortresses on the Semitic continent to fight.

Now it's about transferring them all over, and there's no war fortress to suppress them. No one could predict what the rebels would do, and the high priest was piling his last chips on the table.

The high priest glanced at the generals and said slowly, "I want to ask your opinion. How are we going to fight next?"

Maschinot's spirits perked up, and he said without hesitation: "We should take the initiative to play out." His Majesty the Divine Throne. ”

"Hit out?"

"Yes, Godza.

For us, the maple leaf danlin is just a minor annoyance.

Although we suffered a lot of damage this time, everyone has seen it all. They are not strong, and they only dare to launch a sneak attack. Don't even dare to stop for a second longer.

At this time, we should use our strong army to launch a ground offensive. Conquer cities and organize more human auxiliaries to allow them to consume the war power of humans. "Consolidate our existing base areas and rob mankind of food and supplies.

Will the humans left behind become our slaves, escaped......"

Maschinot smiled coldly and said, "Those who flee will consume the food of the humans and cause them unrest. When our powerful legionnaires come to the Maple Leaf Danlin City, no matter how much they resist, it will be useless. ”

The high priest nodded slowly, glanced back at Haddou, and said, "What about Sir's opinion?"

Haddu bowed and said flatly, "What King Maschinot said is very reasonable. ”

The high priest bowed his head and muttered for a long time, and finally pointed at Maschinot, and said, "Okay, just do as you say." ”

Maschinot was overjoyed, stomped his foot heavily and saluted, and said loudly: "Yes, His Majesty." ”

"But the attack on the maple leaf danlin can't stop. The high priest glanced up at the sky and said, "You have all experienced today's events personally, and I will never allow such a loss to happen a second time."

Therefore, we must contain the war fortress of the Maple Leaf Danlin and make them unable to move. ”

"His Majesty is wise. Maschinot and the Semitic generals shouted in unison, their faces beaming with joy.

The two kings had not yet received the land given to them by the high priest, but they had made a wish early and spilled the hat of the knighthood like water.

As long as they are high-ranking officers, they are mixed into a hereditary title, and they have become nobles from the eldest and the rougher.

They couldn't wait to get their hands on the land that corresponded to their titles, and now, the opportunity has finally come.

As for the Maple Leaf Danlin, it would be a headache for the High Priest and the Lich.

With them in front, presumably Feng Jun is also too busy to take care of himself, and he has no ability to find trouble for himself...... While the High Priest of the Undead was reviewing his defeats, the Maple Leaf Danlin people were also discussing their own gains and losses in battle.

This is the rule set by Paulus, after every exercise or battle, there must be a meeting to discuss the problems that arise.

Only in this way will the flight unit of Maple Leaf Danlin grow rapidly and become a highly skilled pilot in a few months.

In such a meeting, everyone can speak freely and then focus on the discussion, so the atmosphere is lively and heated quarrels often break out.

Young captains will blush over a single issue, and even get into a fight at first.

However, after being taught a few times by Master Yelena, this kind of person immediately became reasonable.

It's just that the atmosphere of today's seminar is a little dull, because the three deans of Maple Leaf Danlin also appeared at the seminar.

The three deans have accumulated prestige for a long time, and they are highly respected, except for the three instructors, everyone present is their students, and on this occasion, no matter how arrogant they were in the past, they have to sit honestly like a good baby.

The briefing room was full of people, but there was silence, the captain and their crew did not dare to say more, no one spoke for a long time, and even Lester felt a little embarrassed and touched his beard.

When Paulus saw it, he felt that he could not go on like this, and he had won the battle, but the atmosphere was like having suffered a defeat, so he stood up and was the first to say: "Let me say it first, in the battle the day before yesterday, I made a fatal mistake.

It was not expected that the enemy would penetrate the defense at a low altitude and launch a suicide attack. This is my tactical misconsideration, focusing only on killing and injuring the enemy, ignoring the overall defense.

If it weren't for a stunned person who wasn't afraid of death. ”

Paulus looked at Ivan Natz, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling in his wheelchair next to him, and he was about to go crazy in the hospital bed, and when he heard the meeting, he insisted on running over despite the doctor's obstruction.

Paulus nodded approvingly at him and said, "Maple Leaf Danlin is passive."

In the battle below, we can't press the whole army anymore~!

At least three squads should be left behind, and they should be a reserve team in the inner layer to deal with the breakthrough situation at any time. ”

The captains nodded in agreement, in both battles, they were too keen to pick up the heads of the undead and pursue the downing record.

Lester stroked a large handful of white beards, hummed with satisfaction, and said: "Don't say it's you kid, we old men who are more than two hundred years old together didn't expect it, the key is what if the enemy uses this trick again?"

This time the stupid boy was lucky enough to block it, and we need another captain to collide with it?"

One of the captains below muttered, "One-on-one exchange, the enemy can find a way to wipe us out." ”

There was laughter all around.

A faint and delicate voice said timidly in the laughter: "Well, I have a way to ......" rq!!