In the west of Fulu, the Imperial West Route Army, which has been fighting steadily, is finally not at peace.
A major general came like flying, directly into the army, knelt down on one knee, held the official document in both hands, and said: "My lord, there is an urgent message from Duke You!"
A middle-aged man with a short beard in the middle took the seal, opened it, and quickly glanced at it. Immediately, anger was concealed, and he said impatiently: "A reminder! What's the use of a reminder? Don't you want to hurry up?" , but now how the hell can it get up so fast?"
At this moment, gunpowder smoke is billowing in the distance, and the sound of explosions is one after another, and there is a fierce battle. A general next to him also expressed dissatisfaction, "Three lines of defense were penetrated in one day, how fast do we have to go? Who knows why the black-blooded bastards are so crazy, they don't want to escape, and they are still here risking their lives. His Zhao Clan's life It's life, our brother's life is worthless?"
Another seasoned general said slowly: "My lord, Zhao Jundu's reputation is too great, he is already in His Majesty's eyes, and he cannot be treated as a member of the Zhao Clan. If this matter is done well, it will be a great achievement. If it is done poorly , I’m afraid all the previous hard work will be in vain.”
The previous general glared and said, "What are you talking about! My lord has already gone to the front line and returned with wounds, so what else?"
There was indeed blood stains oozing out from under the shirt of the man with the short beard. He could not help frowning when he heard his subordinates arguing, and said, "Stop arguing!"
Waiting for the generals to be quiet, he looked at the front line for a moment, and said, "Since the day we dispatched troops, we have not encountered much resistance, but because I have always been cautious, the progress has been a little slow. But now the dark race has set up several lines of defense. Every step is like a moat. I don’t remember them being able to produce such a force on the floating land. The general situation of the battle must have changed a lot. And our road has been blocked one after another, so the situation in the middle and east roads can be imagined I know. There are more dangers and dangers in Baicheng."
Speaking of this, he paused, and said in a deep voice: "This time, it is clear that the dark race's plot is not small! No matter what they are plotting, as long as they march straight forward and penetrate the front line of defense, all their plots will be destroyed. Put it all in vain. Pass my military order, from now on, attack with all your strength, and must break through two more lines of defense before tonight!"
The fierce general said anxiously: "Commander, the brothers below have just withdrawn from the front line, and if they attack now, I'm afraid the casualties will be serious."
The short-bearded man's face sank, and he said, "What, are you scared?"
The fierce general blushed and said loudly: "When did I, Wang Dahai, ever fear death! The commander-in-chief looks at it, and the defense line in front of me is handed over to me!"
"Okay! If you lose, I will fight myself!"
The offensive of the imperial army suddenly started. With the joining of a large number of fresh troops, the battle on the front line was extremely tense, and the number of casualties soared.
Beside the short-bearded man, a veteran didn't look at the front line, but at the distant sky. There, Eternal Night transport ships kept appearing one after another, obviously laying out new lines of defense.
The veteran looked dissatisfied, and said angrily: "I really don't know what the gang of guards are doing. Is this trying to let the entire Yongye reinforcements come over?"
The short-bearded man looked up at the sky, and said slowly, "Maybe their life is not easy."
Outside the void, an imperial battleship is besieging a Duke-class ship together with several battleships. There are warship wrecks everywhere in the void, and some battleships were even blown into two in the center, floating helplessly in the air.
The Duke's ship was extremely fierce. Although it was besieged and hit continuously, it never retreated. The large and small naval guns on the battleship kept firing and fought back desperately. And wherever its main gun is pointed, the imperial battleships there must immediately dodge, even battleships dare not block it head-on.
On the bridge of the battleship, an elderly admiral of the Imperial Guard Fleet had a serious face and kept giving orders, trying to find the opponent's weak point in order to kill him with one blow.
At this time, an officer rushed into the bridge and shouted: "General Wu! There is another transport fleet at the rear!"
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All the officers' eyes fell on the veteran's face. General Wu's cheeks twitched, looking at the Grand Duke's ship which was still fighting to death in front of him, he was silent for a moment, and then he punched hard on the console, gritted his teeth and said, "Keep fighting! Sink this thing in front of me!"
The officers immediately returned to their posts and attacked desperately. But they all understood what General Wu's order meant. Letting go of that transport fleet meant that the situation on the surface of the floating land would be a little more difficult. When the war is over, the leaders of the various armies on the ground, especially the Zhao Clan, will never let General Wu go.
But his squadron was tightly entangled by the Duke's ship, and before the opponent was sunk, no one dared to point the stern of the ship to such an opponent.
If you insist on intercepting the transport fleet, there is only one way, which is to send some warships to entangle the Duke battleship, and the main battleships will turn to intercept the transport fleet with all their strength, and return to the battlefield after a quick battle.
But except for the main battleship, other warships are basically a dead end when facing the Duke's ship. In the short period of time when the team of transport ships was eaten up, some warships on the imperial side must have been sunk.
The captain of each warship, General Wu has known each other for many years. How can such a decision be made to let these people who are also comrades and friends go to die? The old general has joined the Imperial Guard Fleet for more than thirty years, and has never encountered such a difficult decision.
Yong Ye had already made a bet, betting a Duke fleet on the gambling table, and the empire, at least General Wu himself, could not and would not offer the same bargaining chips. Without a bargaining chip, the situation on the ground can only be allowed to deteriorate. In other words, General Wu's bet was on the ground troops.
The same difficult decision was placed not only in front of General Wu, but also in front of the commanders of other divisions of the Imperial Guard Fleet. Some people made the same choice, while others brazenly broke their arms and intercepted the transport fleet at all costs.
The Yongye side should have been at a disadvantage in the fleet battle, but now fleets of fleets keep appearing in the outer space. Obviously, this could not be a temporary fleet transferred from the mainland, but had already ambushed near the battlefield.
Now no one cares about complaining about why the military's intelligence system has such a big mess, and they don't know anything about the movements of such a large-scale Eternal Night Fleet. And Yong Ye Fang was also ruthless enough, but with so many troops, he didn't invest at all in the early stage of the war, allowing the ground troops to be completely defeated.
The three fleets of the imperial guards have been divided into sub-fleets, and they will once again fight fiercely with the Eternal Night Fleet in the entire outer space, vying for the control of outer space. Based on years of experience, most squadron commanders choose to annihilate the effective forces of the Eternal Night Fleet first, and then intercept the transport fleet.
Their choice cannot be said to be wrong, but in this way, the pressure on the ground troops on the floating land will increase greatly. If they are in Baicheng, they will see a steady stream of sky transport ships, as if there will never be an end in sight.
Qianye no longer remembered how many people he had killed, and his limbs, which had always been functioning well, were gradually becoming numb, and beheading became a mechanical and instinctive reaction. tingling. The crystal grains contained in the blood core tissue have been consumed a lot, and they are dim.
But in front of him, there are still so many dark races.
Qianye suddenly felt a little dazed, looked around, but couldn't see a comrade in arms again.
What about them? Are they all dead? Where are the reinforcements, are they coming soon or not at all? One by one doubts floated up uncontrollably in his consciousness.
The trance was interrupted by the pain in his body, Qianye didn't turn his head back, and cut the werewolf who was attacking him in two with a random backhand sword.
It's just that the wound hurt a little this time. When he looked down, he saw a big gash in his ribs, and the werewolf's claws and half of his arm were still hanging on the wound. The sharp claws were firmly nailed to the ribs. Fortunately, Qianye's physique was already strong enough to start changing the bones, so the ribs were not broken.
Qianye took a deep breath, forcibly activated the blood core, and immediately lifted his spirits, his eyes regained their light. The dark race is naturally sensitive, especially when it comes to tyrannical power. They felt the surging power in Qianye's body start to boil again, and the arrogance suddenly subsided a lot.
But the really strong one faintly felt a little instability in Qianye's breath, and the strength at this moment was more understood as a flash of light. All the strong men waiting for opportunities around Qianye are not decreasing but increasing.
Doyle and Teague have been paying attention to the battle situation on Qianye's side. No matter how fierce the battle was, the two army commanders did not move at all, and never expressed any intention of leaving.
Teague still looked at Doyle occasionally, but no matter how tragic the werewolf casualties were, he didn't see any expression on Doyle's face.
Seeing that Qianye was on the verge of collapse, Teague couldn't help but feel a little eager to try again, and said, "Master Doyle, do you think he can make another attack like that just now?"
"Don't you know if you try it in the past?"
Teague hesitated, inspected his body secretly, and finally stood still.
Seeing that Teague or Doyle had no intention of ending, Qianye suddenly straightened his body, stretched his light wings behind him, and shot out a light feather, which instantly sank into the chest of a blood marquis in the outer circle.
With a cry, the Marquis turned and fled. But he barely managed to escape from Baicheng, and then he fell to the ground and never moved again. From the beginning to the end, there was no blood on his body, and no wounds could be seen.
Teague's eyelids jumped a few times.
He had already been hit by the original spear, and now he was barely suppressing the injury. In fact, his physique and defensive ability were not much stronger than that of the Marquis. If he was hit by this original gun, he might be seriously injured if he didn't die.
Teague glanced at Doyle, his eyes full of fear, and he didn't know whether the unpredictable Werewolf Duke saw that Qianye was holding back, or it was just a lucky guess.
At this moment, a red light flashed faintly in Doyle's hand. Teague, who was extremely sensitive to blood energy, immediately felt that the red light was actually blood energy, and the blood was so powerful and deep that even the vice duke shuddered.
Doyle was finally slightly moved at this moment, looked towards the battlefield, and said: "Finally, there is a result. But now we need to work harder. Mr. Teague, it's time for us to end."
Teague nodded, and followed Doyle towards Baicheng.
Inside Baicheng, Song Zining had just successfully repelled a wave of attacks and returned to the temporary position when he suddenly saw a dead body in the corner of the room. The face of the corpse was covered by the battle robe, but the figure and legs showed that it was a young girl.
There were only a few young girls in Baicheng, and Song Zining's heart sank. He strode over and took off his shirt. Looking at the childish face, his mouth felt bitter.
The one lying there was the Nineteenth Princess.