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North Continent Galaxy.

Nest capital.

In the ceremonial plaza within the bombed, tattered walls of the Lower Nest, millions of assembled civilians stood between the corpses of enemies and their own soldiers.

He Qi, who was the governor, was sitting in front of the fountain with a disgraced face, wiping the gun in his hand.

Up to the present point of the war, the entire world of the Northern Nest Capital has been mobilized to the limit.

Over the age of fifteen and under seventy, men, women, and children, all mobilized to prepare for war.

This is a militia that will be personally led by the world governor He Qizheng, and their mission is to attack from the west side of the southern continent of the planet, and cooperate with the 78th, 87th, 88th and 3rd Armored Regiment of the Army to relieve the 44th Infantry Regiment of the Tailong Army that is besieged by the enemy there.

Millions of people are out of the way.

It was only an attack with several armored regiments, and it only played the role of a starter.

But that's the normal state of apocalyptic warfare.

In the Hive World, the Tyrone Army and the Kardia Army, as well as the Cathar Army who had just entered the Star Sector to support, invested a total of 12.6 billion troops, and the enemy invested even more, including the War Gang Servant Army and many renegade astral armies with a total of 24.3 billion soldiers, not counting the Space Marines who participated in the war on both sides.

Many scientific elites in the star sector are doing their best to develop new equipment, just so that a regiment of the Tyrone Army and friendly armies can survive a few more seconds on the battlefield of the Hive World.

An eighteen-year-old recruit of the Chaodu World Guard may complete the path of an officer in one day - he joins the battle in the early morning, in the morning because the company officer dies so it is his turn to be an officer, at noon he becomes the regiment commander because he is the oldest veteran in the entire regiment, in the afternoon he and everyone in the regiment are in ashes, and in the evening the name and number are collected into the Chaodu World Archives, becoming one of the many names of the fallen in the history of the Chaodu.

Everyone in the war is on the head.

The cowards were weed out after the start of the war.

The brave will do whatever it takes to kill an enemy.

The air force's all-officer-friendly pilots often organize an entire bombing formation to fill the most resistant bombers with a limited number of bombs, and then other fighters use the bombers as shields to cover the bombers through the air defense barrage and rush into the positions protected by the Void Shield.

This is a tragedy on a macro scale.

The microscopic tragedy is that when the war has been going on to this day, He Qizheng, as the governor, heard the report of his assistant in the morning, saying that the average life expectancy of all his own armies in the world has been reduced to thirty-five years old, and in the afternoon, he heard the assistant say that the average life expectancy has been reduced to twenty-five years.

"Everybody's ready." An old man who had retired from the Chaodu Guard came to He Qizheng, hesitated for two seconds, and said, "I hope you don't personally participate in the battle." ”

He Qizheng shook his head, just like he had been persuaded before.

In the morning, He Qizheng received an order from the Army Department of the Star Sector under the Council of Seven to raise a force to reinforce the 44th Infantry Regiment.

He Qizheng has no troops on hand, and the defense force is either unable to withdraw from the battlefield, or it has already been formed and exhausted, and he can only raise such an army composed of mobilized civilians.

But there is still one thing He Qizheng can do, that is, he will leave some militia to protect the nest capital, and then personally lead the rest of the militia to participate in the battle.

The fact that the Governor died in the middle of the war would not cause a stir while the war was going on, because the Governor of the Evan Farming World, who had led the family guards to the North to fight a month earlier, was dead, and no one looked at his corpse.

But in the future, after the war, Ho Qi Zheng will be able to make the Star District pay special attention to Beisu because of the sacrifices he has made, and give some priority to reconstruction......

This is what He Qizheng, the governor, can do for the entire world of the nest capital that has been destroyed.

"Good news!"

A seventeen-year-old soldier with a radio cut out of the crowd and shouted to everyone assembled in the square.

"The Lord of Tyrone is back!"

"He's back!"

"The message from the War Channel in the Star Sector Capital has been certified by the Council of Seven!"

Hearing the shouts, a look of relief appeared on the faces of some of them, who thought that the war was coming to an end.

He Qi was listening to the voice of Lord Tyrone, and suddenly recalled the incident when he was training at the Governor's Training School in the capital of the Star District.

At the end of the training, all met the Lord of Tyrone and listened to his admonitions.

He Qi didn't be able to talk to Qin Mo at that time, and he didn't know why he specially approved himself to become the governor, until the night, he got a chance.

At the banquet between the Lord of Tyrone and the governors, no one dared to gobble it up, and He Qi, who had a lot of food, woke up hungry in the middle of the night, and then ran to the academy cafeteria to steal food.

The moment he pushed the door open, he saw the Lord of Tyrone standing by the diner's window, standing with his hands in his hands.

He Qizheng sent a ghost to come forward and tell him about his situation, saying that he was still very young and from a bad background, and those Chaodu nobles may feel that they have a humble status, so they will not listen to their own words.

But the Lord of Tyrone listened to all the words with a blank expression, and he still maintained the posture of standing with his hands in his hands and his back to He Qizheng.

The face of this somewhat tough-looking man looked deep and strong in the moonlight.

"It's not a shame to come from a humble background."

The voice is steady, powerful, and gentle.

"If you can bend and stretch, you will be a husband!"

It was this sentence that strengthened He Qizheng.

Thinking about it in hindsight, He Qizheng suddenly felt that it was unlikely that the Lord of Tyrone would wait to meet him in the restaurant, just to strengthen his thoughts, even if he had the ability to predict the future......

It was more likely that he was hungry in the middle of the night and didn't want to wake up the academy cook, so he ran to the restaurant to forage for food.

He Qizheng even thought that when his footsteps came into the restaurant, the Lord of Tyrone should run to the window, swallow the food in his mouth, and then assume a posture of standing with his hands in his hands......

Recalling this, He Qizheng suddenly smiled.

In the eyes of the others in the square, the governor probably laughed because he thought the war would be won.

The young soldier holding a radio to spread the good news ran up to He Qizheng and asked, "Governor, you also think that the war is almost over, and we will definitely win, right?" ”

"There's no doubt about it."

It was not He Qizheng who answered the boy.

When this voice appeared, He Qizheng was also stunned for a moment.

Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a man wearing power armor and holding a chainsaw sword and a double-headed eagle scepter slowly walking out among the Tyrone Army armored regiment and janissaries that had just been teleported.

When he approached the crowd, they all consciously moved out of the way and bowed down.

"We will soon be victorious, and we will smash the enemy's front from the southern continent and completely crush their offensive."

"The reason is that I will lead you personally."

Qin Mo's voice was as powerful and gentle as He Qizheng heard that night.

It was as if victory in the war was in the bag, at your fingertips.

He Qi was getting up and saluting Qin Mo.

Qin Mo picked up He Qizheng and faced the others: "Your governor and you have made great efforts and contributions in this war, those who are alive will be rewarded, and those who are dead will be recited in everyone's mouth at the Star Sector Memorial Ceremony. ”

Qin Mo came for the war.

When he went to the Dead Land to clean up the demons, Gray tried to raise as many troops as he could, but he really had no choice but to raise a few armored regiments on the battlefield in the entire star area, as well as the soldiers of the Northern Nest World, and his own Praetorian Guard.

The intensity of the war is too high, and Apocalypse-level battlefields can be seen everywhere in the Tyrone Gate defense area.

And Qin Mo did not blame Gray for this, he was ready to bring the armored regiment and the soldiers of Gray and the world of the nest to join the battle, and with these forces at hand, he completely broke the attack of the main force of the Red Pirates on the world of the North Nest.

"Replace it with a new standard weapon." Qin Mo glanced at the logistics machinery that flew in with the new rifles he had made, "Then we will go to war." ”

The militia immediately replaced it with a new weapon that could fire atomic and molecular beams, and the side of this weapon was drawn on the way to use it, so that even a civilians who could not read the big characters could learn his simple use - nothing more than grabbing something that could be found everywhere and throwing it into the magazine, pulling the trigger.

The militiamen then walked with the redressed armored regiment towards the teleportation platform that had been erected in the square.

The seventeen-year-old soldier held a gun and walked with his own governor to Qin Mo's left side.

Qin Mo glanced left and right.

These militiamen, the commander of the 87th Regiment, Duncan, Gray...... In a trance, Qin Mo felt that he had returned to the battlefield of the Tailong Nest Capital World Nest back then, with the citizens of Cato City and the planetary defense team beside him.

The soldiers who accompanied the Lord of Tyrone in the initial campaign of the Sector considered themselves lucky, and it was because of their luck that they survived the nest and fought with the Lord of Tyrone.

And Qin Mo himself thinks it's a kind of luck.

It's certainly a blessing to be able to fight alongside your former subordinates today.

(End of chapter)