Between the lofty mountains and mountains where the four fields are barren and the Gobi, a majestic city rises from the ground, which in itself is a magical topic worthy of eternal circulation.

And this dark city has been in the baptism of war all year round since it was built. The white bones filled almost all the age faults in the underground of Xiongcheng. Countless offensive and defensive battles that took place here have been recorded in epics, and heroes have risen from here like stars.

It's a great city, a city with a lot of stories. But first, he is the strongest bastion of the most powerful empire of mankind since the gods have been. A city that has gone through countless historical vicissitudes without changing hands.

- "The Biography of Li Wufeng"

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The frantically ringing bell urges people to get back to their jobs as soon as possible. The people who were surging through the streets were moving in all directions in an eager but orderly manner. From the sky, it looks like an army of countless neat ants, lining up in a long line to complete the most important migration in life.

This happens once a year in Xilin City, and the people who live in this hot land have long been accustomed to it. Strangely, they know exactly what needs to be done and what to do now. As for how well they do it, it doesn't belong to the category of what they need to consider.

General Dalton was surrounded by the generals and men to break through the crowd. Quickly leave the academy and run towards the city walls to the west. As early as the beginning of the bell ringing throughout the city, as the supreme commander of Xilin City, he had already received the most unwanted information.

General Dalton scolded all the way, greeting the eighteenth-generation female direct relatives of the old rivals in different ways. But thinking of the other party's particularly terrifying dignity except for a very small number of species, Dolton, who felt that he had been deeply hurt in his heart, had to reluctantly shut his mouth.

As early as the end of last autumn, General Dalton arranged a careful deployment of the city's defenses. Who would have thought that this group of stinky Beamons did not come on time, but chose to invade the east when the spring flowers were blooming. Thinking that the city's defenses were a little lax now, Dalton couldn't help but have a headache.

At the end of autumn every year, the kingdom of the alliance of Bimon and Nan would march in large numbers to burn and loot in the territory of the more fertile Tianhua Empire. It was not until the first snow of winter fell that the troops were withdrawn. This is an iron law that has not changed for thousands of years. Although the two sides did not say anything, they both carried out very tacitly.

This year, it is rare that the Kingdom of Beamon did not send troops, and the empire, which thought that it would be easy for a while, began to arrange the rotation of soldiers in early spring according to the previous rules. A large number of officers and men at the grassroots level took a vacation to visit their relatives and left their posts that they held day and night. A huge barracks, six out of ten, seemed empty.

Just now, the brilliant scout gave Dalton an approximate number with a look of trepidation. General Dalton lost his mind for a moment, but quickly calmed down.

40,000 vs. 200,000! Fortunately, he took advantage of the Jiancheng artillery, and at least he could hold on to the fight.

The creaking sound of suspension bridge suspension violently irritated the eardrums. The general walked briskly up the thick steps up the rampart and hurried to the battlement. When I looked up, I saw a large black battle and totem battle flags fluttering in the sky......

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"Light a beacon and send a messenger to report the situation here to the royal capital. All troops cancel their vacations, urgently assemble!"

The old general, who had been talking to Beamon all his life, deployed quickly, wrinkling his forehead full of vicissitudes from time to time. After a moment of silence, his right hand clenched into a fist and waved it vigorously, as if he had made a lot of determination.

"Also, bring out those six old guys in the warehouse. Take out all the inventory and ...... this time Tube full!"

"But ......"

"No, but, this is an order!" The orderly next to him seemed to want to remind the general of something, but he decisively refused.

A generalist hurried out and circulated General Dalton's latest orders. The general climbed the higher tower and looked down at the huge and disorganized army of Beamon five miles below the city wall, and snorted disdainfully from the tip of his nose.

He has the qualifications to look down. He has served in the fortified city since Dalton joined the army. From petty soldiers to non-commissioned officers, from miscellaneous workers to generals. He wrote his legend step by step, dedicating his life to this black city that will never fall.

He, the general, crawled out of the pile of countless dead people. For the large army under the city, Dalton, who had fought all his life and confessed, could tell every characteristic of them with his eyes closed.

"At least 300,000! You didn't notice the little ones who were blocked by the big guys. But I don't blame you, the opponent is too cunning, pay attention next time!"

General Dalton spoke flatly, as if chatting about a homely matter. But the scouts behind him were in a cold sweat.

As the first and most knowledgeable scout, you can't make mistakes. Even if you make a mistake, keep it to a very small limit. In a battlefield where forms are ever-changing, a small negligence can lead to a big mistake, let alone a difference in the number of personnel of the 100,000 rank.

The frightened scout raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and secretly sighed that he had followed a reliable general. If it were someone else, this mistake would have been enough to send him to a court-martial.

"Why didn't you wait until the other side came to the city?"

"The other party is very vicious, and sent many reconnaissance companies in advance to loot all the scattered people and surrounding small villages that they encountered. So, nothing leaked. It was our mistake!"

The scout bowed his head and sincerely admitted his mistakes. He knew that the general would not embarrass himself on this point. Still, he was grateful.

Dalton raised his hand and waved, interrupting the scout's report with a look of remorse. Look ahead and ponder for a long time.

"Recruit all the reservists in the city and distribute weapons. Grass-roots non-commissioned officers were dispatched to lead the team as a reserve unit to be on standby at all times, and young and middle-aged men and able-bodied women in the city were recruited and placed on standby in the logistics office. Transporting materials, setting up a temporary military hospital, and requisitioning all the teachers and students in Xilin Academy, as well as the representative teams of the kingdoms belonging to the Tianhua Empire, to form a special army, which will be directly responsible to me. ”

The general's words were sonorous, and the speed of his speech was smooth and he gave the order again. Behind him, the three generals led the order and left. The enemy was clearly prepared, and Dalton was hospitable. The old general slightly curled the corners of his mouth full of smiles.

"Order, all the stock of god-destroying crossbows enter the arrow tower!

Order, distribute strong crossbows, one for each person, three quivers!

Order, roll stones, logs ready, boil hot oil!

Order, slick into the water, torches stand by!

Order, the Flying Knights are ready to meet the Beamon Air Force at any time!

Order, strengthen the city gates, and send more personnel to guard them!"

Dalton laid out the city's defenses succinctly and powerfully. Suddenly, his brows furrowed, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. Dalton shouted sharply.

"Command...... The reservists divided a group of people and launched a city-wide search. Be sure to find the more than thirty teachers and students of the Beamon War School who disappeared into Xilin Academy!"

Perhaps, many people thought that the teachers and students who were absent from the finals had already left. But the old general didn't think so. It's an intuition that is especially clear and strong for someone who has been torn between life and death countless times.

This incident is strange and inscrutable from beginning to end. In this case, there is no need to think about it, only to prevent it from happening.

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Once the huge war machine is activated, it is like a monster full of hideous beasts opening its bloody mouth. Half-loud kung fu, the originally unprepared Xilin City was defended like an iron bucket. All sorts of tools of murder were distributed.

There were no more words, no more mobilization, and once the people who had fought and formed a bloody feud with the Kingdom of Beamon for many years were launched, they were violent and ferocious, like the bravest warriors.

Thousands of huge god-destroying crossbows were carried up the arrow tower, and all the warriors were armed with strong crossbows and waited with their bows. Under the city walls, numerous sappers hurriedly assembled catapults that were rarely used in normal times. Groups of fearless citizens began to assemble quickly.

The 11th class of Tianlong Academy, who had just won the championship, was forcibly taken away by an emergency requisition order before they could receive the rewards they deserved. The people who learned what happened did not complain too much, but only excitement and anticipation. This kind of war between countries is not something that everyone can encounter if they want to!

Subsequently, many teachers and students were divided into countless groups to launch a city-wide search. But the more than 30 missing teachers and students of the Beamon War School were like sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

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The majestic and mighty war drums sounded like a death knell. urging himself to die, but also urging the other party to find death.

The sturdy Beamons tore off the rags they had left and roared loudly, venting their most primitive bloody desires. With the sound of the drum, the army of black crushing stretched out its greedy claws like a terrifying and hideous prehistoric beast, and rushed towards the immortal city with red eyes without hesitation.

No one knows the exact circumstances of the casualties, only the blood-red fields and the brook mixed with flowers and green intestines.

When Beamon's army pressed to within a kilometer, a piercing bowstring sounded on the city wall. As a large area of arrows fell like a rain of locusts, the group of Beamon who rushed to the front was cleaned up as if they were devastated and decayed.

"Kodo Behemoth on top!"

A thunderous roar came out of nowhere, and the huge Kodo beast rushed to the front of the group.

Covered in armor, the Kodomon with rough skin and thick flesh is indeed more resistant. Although it still couldn't resist the attack of the God-Exterminating Crossbow, the Kodomon, which was full of bows and arrows but continued to run unawarely, led the army to approach the city wall step by step.

The army of Beamon was getting closer and closer, and the soldiers on the walls could barely see the nose hairs in the tips of the ugly orcs.

"Oblique 45 degrees, launch!"

With a shout, the black locust-like crossbow bow and arrow drew a beautiful arc in the air and fiercely pounced on the Beamon army five hundred meters away.

After successfully bypassing the meat shield in front of them, the arrows that fell from the sky once again took countless lives!

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