"No hurry, let me have a look first."
The coquettish witch's white dress has long been stained by blood, which is more conspicuous than red roses. The bloody skirt is fluttering, and she has a special charm. Every frown and smile has a charm that seduces all beings. ], hiding in the void, and began to carefully observe the battle situation below.
The witch, who was thinking seriously, became serious, faintly exuding a rare holy aura, and the colorful and terrifying flames on the battlefield were refracted on her face. Seen from the side, Fei Fei's graceful face was like a statue The beautiful goddess statue is generally suffocating.
A few minutes later, a smug smile appeared on Paris's exquisite face, which was a disaster for the country and the people.
This means that she has made a decision in a short time.
"The empire is in a state of being suppressed, and it seems that morale is already very low. If ordinary soldiers cannot see the hope of victory, we will definitely lose this war."
The witch said in a very affirmative tone: "Whether it is in terms of the number of troops or the quality of masters, the empire is far behind the coalition forces and has always been suppressed. We have been suppressed by the coalition forces at our doorstep since the beginning of this war. Persisting until now, the belief and anger in the soldiers' hearts are almost exhausted, so at this moment, it is a very dangerous critical point. The empire needs to achieve a hearty partial victory in order to reinvigorate the soldiers. The belief in winning will bring back the scale of victory that has begun to tilt."
After hearing what the witch said, Fei had to admit that this woman was very powerful, and she could see the problem at a glance.
The witch flicked her hair and put it behind her earlobe, which was as delicate as white jade, and then continued: "Although I look down on the eldest prince, this person's military talent is indeed unquestionable. If I guess correctly If so, at this time, with his ingenuity, he must have seen this point a long time ago. Moreover, under the siege of the coalition army, the disparity in the strength of the local victory that he wants to achieve determines that ordinary army battles cannot achieve this. One purpose, can only make a fuss in the master battle."
At this time, the witch Paris is in high spirits and glamorous, showing the demeanor of the two giant female giants in the imperial capital in the past. No wonder she can compete with the eldest princess of the [female literary saint] for more than ten years and become the second prince Domingos The leader of a series of powers is indeed a formidable character, showing his sharpness, and with just a few words, he cleared up his thoughts in the chaotic battle situation, and pointed out the key to breaking the situation.
"At this time, if there is a transcendent empire master who turns out to kill a group of masters in the coalition army with thunder, it will definitely boost the morale of the empire in one fell swoop, and temporarily pull back the already tilted balance of victory and defeat. , Unfortunately, in today's empire, His Majesty Yassin the Great has already... Even if the First Prince has the wisdom of the sky, there is no such a master who can intimidate a party who is invincible, so even if he sees the problem, But it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and she can't send people out."
When Paris said this, in a pair of watery and talking eyes, Yingying showed a charming and sly smile, looking at Fei.
"I get what you meant now."
Fei clenched his fists savagely, showing a ferocious face pretending to be fierce, and said, "Don't you just want me to kill here? Hey, no problem, killing people Things, I am best at!"
Hearing this, the witch smiled charmingly at Fei, covering her mouth: "[Punch the Sky] Chambord King, hehe, today is your best chance to punch the sky. After today, the whole continent will Flying your prestige, the successive bards will pass on your deeds... "
"Okay, stop first, why are you talking like I'm going to hang up."
Fei quickly interrupted.
"Hee hee, I'm doing pre-war mobilization."
The witch said with a smile, but her eyes shifted to the battlefield again. After looking at it for a while, she seemed to be casual, but in fact she asked very seriously: "Hey, little man, what is your means of escaping? Big, it has led to the pursuit of the super masters in the coalition formation, can you escape back? You must know that there is a very high probability that there is also a big Japanese-level venerable and powerful person hidden in the Dortmund formation."
Fei felt around and said with a smile: "Haha, don't worry, no one here can keep me."
"Worried? Who's worried about you, a savage, hum!"
The witch muttered in a voice that only he could hear, and then said loudly: "That's good, you don't make a move yet, wait a moment, wait until the critical moment, and then you make a move, and it will be effective."
After speaking, let Fei lead her to observe carefully around the walls of St. Petersburg for a while, and Paris finally chose to stay in the direction of the main entrance of the imperial capital.
Looking down from the sky, the direction of the main entrance of the imperial capital was indeed "specially taken care of" by the enemy.
Among the allied forces, the one in charge of attacking here is the Lyon Empire, the overlord within a million miles. A steady stream of Lyon soldiers rushed towards the main gate of St. Petersburg like a flood. With a terrifying and hideous smile.
"Come on, the Zenit people are about to lose their hold, haha, kill all the damn Zenit people!"
"Rush into the imperial capital, kill all the men inside, let their women howl and moan under our crotch, and rob them of all their treasures!"
"The head of the legion has an order. Whoever is the first to rush into St. Petersburg will be rewarded with a reward of 100,000 coins. The army will loot for three days, and the women and treasures in the palace will be robbed at will!"
The sound of yelling and shouting soared into the sky.
The Lyon soldiers fell into madness, and their eyes were reddened by the stimulation of treasures and women. If they can break through the Zenit imperial capital, they will be rewarded generously. The endless killing has turned them into driven by bestial instincts. Such beasts, if such a group of rebellious soldiers rushed into the imperial capital, one can imagine what kind of destruction and humiliation this magnificent giant city would suffer.
Fei's eyes were sharp, and he was surprised to find that the person sitting at the main entrance of the imperial capital was none other than Arshavin, the emperor's war god and the eldest prince.
Arshavin, who was dressed in black and red armor of the Jagged Camp, was full of evil spirits and majestic. He was sitting firmly under the enemy building at the main entrance, with a solemn face, neither happy nor sad, very calm.
Beside the God of War, standing neatly like stars and the moon are the masters of his personal guard camp [Iron Blood Battalion].
The atmosphere under the enemy tower was solemn, and Arshavin commanded well. More than 20 heralds hurriedly shuttled over the city wall like a marquee. Under Arshavin's keen control, the section of the wall quickly became stable.
The aura and wisdom of a generation of military gods are indeed extraordinary.
Encouraged by Arshavin, the soldiers of Zenit broke out with 200% combat power, solid as a rock, and formed a steel Great Wall with their own flesh and blood, blocking the Lyonnais flooding in. down the city.
Inside the protective cover under the city wall, Zenit and Leon masters fought into a ball, sawing each other repeatedly.
Among the crazily fighting crowd, a handsome young knight in golden armor was the most eye-catching.
He pointed to a golden dragon gun, a series of golden sharp gold fighting air guns were invincible, pointing at the point of the gun, there was no single enemy, the masters of Leon fell behind him like cutting wheat, under his command Underneath, more than a dozen Zenit fighting spirit masters followed closely behind, like a steel knife, beheading thirty or forty Lyon masters in a row, destroying more than twenty Lyon people's siege equipment.
It is the tenth-ranked juvenile master among the top ten ruling knights of the Imperial Knights Hall, the Sun Golden Knight Chris? Sutton.