As the most elite super large comprehensive army in Central Continent, once a war breaks out, the Border Guards Corps will definitely be the first to mature the enemy's artillery fire, and will be the backbone of a large number of combat missions.
In times of peace, it is the iron wall of Central Continent, and in times of war, it is the sharp sword of Central Continent. This super force, with a total number of nearly 600,000, has been given too many sacred responsibilities by the entire Central Continent since its establishment. It has been glorious to its peak, and has also fallen to its trough. Since the killing god Dongcheng Wudi of Central Continent took charge of the Frontier Legion to this day, the brilliance of the Frontier Legion is still dazzling.
It was bloody light.
Dongcheng Wudi made the Border Guards Legion a success, because he single-handedly pulled the most desperate Border Guards Legion out of the shadow of the treason case.
The Border Guards Legion also made Dongcheng Invincible. Because of the existence of the Border Guards Legion, Dongcheng Invincible's reputation as the God of Killing was able to dominate the dark world.
Thunder, Pegasus, Bathed in Blood, Kuangsha, Black Dragon.
These five legions can be said to be the most important components of the Border Guard Corps, and Dongcheng Invincible basically spends most of the year in these five legions.
The Pegasus Legion is stationed on the border of the Tibetan area of Zhongzhou.
The headquarters of the Bloody Legion is located on the border of Nanyun.
The Kuangsha Legion guards the northern border of Central Continent.
The Black Dragon Legion guards the northeastern gateway of Middle-earth.
The Thunder Legion is an invincible force directly under the command of Chang Dongcheng of the Frontier Corps. It is also the smallest force with a total size of less than 20,000, but they are all the best among the best.
During the nearly twenty years that Dongcheng Wudi has controlled the Frontier Corps, the Thunder Legion has always moved with Dongcheng Wudi. Wherever the sword of the God of Death points, Thunder's front is directed. This is a real army that can fight a hundred battles. Among them, Each of the more than 20,000 people can be said to be Dongcheng's invincible personal soldier, and they are the greatest pride of the Border Guard Corps.
The dark world in early August is destined to be a troubled year, with turmoil raging in North America, constant wars in Northern Europe, and the decisive battle on Long Island hanging in the balance, while turmoil breaks out again in East Asia.
Chaos suddenly erupted in the southern part of the Annan Kingdom bordering Zhongzhou. The Venomous Scorpion Organization, which had disappeared in the Annan Kingdom for nearly ten years, resurfaced. When it first appeared, it was like a spark that could start a prairie fire.
In just a few days, the Poisonous Scorpion Organization has occupied three cities in the southern part of Annan Kingdom. In less than two days, it is said that the Poisonous Scorpion Organization has a combat strength of more than 100,000 people.
Annan Kingdom was in chaos, and the international news was abuzz. Annan officials were so worried that they immediately mobilized northern troops to the southern battlefield to encircle and suppress the Poisonous Scorpion Organization.
Intentionally or unintentionally, the part of the northern part of Annan Kingdom that borders Zhongzhou Nanyun has become emptier than ever before. The land in the northern part of Annan Kingdom is now almost defenseless and exposed to Zhongzhou's sight.
In this delicate and complicated situation, the Thunder Army mobilized nearly 20,000 elite troops and headed south directly into Nanyun Province.
Central Continent’s God of Killing, Central Continent’s Marshal Dongcheng Wudi personally led the army and led the Thunder Army to the headquarters of the Bloody Army.
The whole world was shocked for a moment, and countless people's eyes began to shift from the East Island to the border of Central Continent.
Even some countries that had previously cooperated with Zhongzhou to suppress the currency of the East Island expressed doubts. Regardless of whether they knew what was going on or not, their actions clearly expressed the hope that Zhongzhou would stay rational.
The Secretary of State of Star Kingdom even raised questions at the United Nations meeting. He expressed that he did not understand the intention of the Central Continent Thunder Army to suddenly move south, and further suggested that Central Continent withdraw the Thunder Army.
The spokesperson of the Gallic Kingdom also euphemistically stated that while the northern part of Annan was empty and its main force was suppressing rebellion in the south, the Thunder Army's move south would only cause panic and misunderstanding in Annan.
The British spokesperson's words were even sharper. The other party almost made it clear that Zhongzhou's move was with bad intentions. He not only suggested that Zhongzhou withdraw the Thunder Army, but also suggested that the Bloody Army stationed at the Nanyun border should also withdraw part of the distance. Show sincerity.
In this regard, the Zhongzhou spokesperson who attended the United Nations meeting did not have any explanation and just sneered.
Dongcheng Wudi was even more straightforward. In an environment where both parties knew it well, and amid a lot of doubts, instead of ordering a retreat, the Central Continent God of Killing directly ordered the Bloody Legion and Thunder Legion to advance ten kilometers forward. distance.
International doubts turned into doubts, doubts turned into condemnation, and the condemnation eventually escalated into scolding, and then almost a threat to repeat the same old tune.
Zhongzhou remained silent.
The Border Guard Corps remained silent, letting the outside world get noisy and just doing their own thing.
The Nanyun border is sultry and oppressive.
On a hillside less than ten kilometers away from the border, Dongcheng Wudi, who had just woken up, flipped through the newspaper and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The international page of the newspaper was full of accusations and threats from other major powers against Zhongzhou. The tone was tough, akin to taking advantage of others' danger, and accusations that were unbecoming of a superpower. Dongcheng Wudi glanced at it a few times and threw the newspaper away. When he reached the side, he sneered: "The clown is good at singing, but he can only sing. Sanctions? Bullshit."
A strong man sleeping near him heard his voice, turned over in a daze, and sat up from the stall.
Under the yellowish light, you could clearly see that the sweat on this man's face was constantly flowing down. He looked at Dongcheng Wudi, who had already put on his military uniform, and smiled bitterly: "Commander, don't you feel hot? ?Although the conditions of the Peaky Legion are average, in the temporary camp and the general’s tent, even if there is no air conditioner, there should be a fan. What do you think?”
After saying this, he stood up from the blanket. As he moved, his body was suddenly covered with a thin layer of ice. The thin ice appeared, and there was suddenly a hint of coolness in the stuffy tent.
“Experience life.”
Dongcheng Wudi didn't look back, lit a cigarette and said something indifferently.
"What a bloody life."
The man cursed, with a puzzled look on his face. He was about the same height as Dongcheng Wudi. He was thin, but his face was extremely rough. His dark skin shone with an oily luster, and he looked extremely strong and fierce. However, at this time, this man was in the Legion of Blood. Admiral Zhongzhou stood next to Dongcheng Wudi, who had made his promise, but he didn't have any power in his body. He was honest and honest, even a little honest.
General Wang Wantian, commander of the Bloody Legion!
This is Dongcheng Wudi's old subordinate, and one of Dongcheng Wudi's most trusted people in the Border Guard Corps.
"There is a place near here that also has no air conditioning or fans. It has been there for many years."
Dongcheng Wudi walked out of the tent with a cigarette in his mouth and a calm expression: "I'm going out for a walk."
The Bloody Legion's more than 100,000 people, plus the Thunder Legion's less than 20,000 people, had dispersed two days ago. The army was scattered along the long border and was waiting. At this time, Dongcheng Wudi's position was at the forefront of the border. There are only 10,000 elite members of the Thunder Legion here.
Ten thousand people used this hillside closest to the border as a temporary camp. A large area of tents was pitched on the ground, endless. Although it was not as desolate and heroic as the headquarters of the Bloody Legion, it had a sense of silence and iron blood.
Dongcheng Wudi moved forward slowly, and after walking less than a kilometer, a large drum with a diameter of nearly five meters appeared in front of him.
The material of the big drum looks like wood but not wood. It has stood on the border for decades, exposed to wind and sun, but has not changed at all.
This drum is named Jiaguo, and nineteen years ago, this drum was named Xuanyuan.
This is a big drum that can withstand the full force of a half-step invincible master.
This is the big drum that Li Honghe, the head of the Li clan, personally built on the border. There are thirteen big drums in the entire border between Nanyun and Annan Kingdom. When the war breaks out, the sound of the drums is enough to spread across hundreds of kilometers of the border.
When the war broke out and all advanced communication methods were ineffective, the method of drumming became particularly important.
Therefore, drum language is basically something that every Border Guards soldier can understand.
Dongcheng Wudi came to the big drum and picked up the drumstick.
When the sun was rising over the horizon, the dull drum beat vibrated several times in an instant, spreading throughout the mountains and rushing into the forest.
A moment later, the thirteen drums sounded at the same time. The drum sound was dull and resounded across the border, but it conveyed only one meaning.
In this battle, no one will be left alive.
All the soldiers heard it.
And now on the border, in a meteorite forest, in a small camp that does not belong to the Border Guards Corps, everyone heard it.
The sound of the drum was vague but clear, reaching the camp and breaking the silence of the camp.
In an attic near the center of the camp, Li Honghe, who had been here for nearly twenty years, walked out of the door, looking at the sky in a daze, listening to the sound of drums that seemed far away, and murmured: "It's Xuanyuan, no, Now it’s home and country.”
The morning wind blew his shabby clothes, and the old man slowly went downstairs with a complicated expression.
All the people in the camp were awakened by the sound of drums, silently walked out of their 'dormitories' and came to the old man.
The old man walked to the center of the camp and stood under the flag of the Central Continent's stars fluttering in the camp. He looked at the flying flag and remained silent.
After a long while, he took a step forward.
"Your Highness..."
From the crowd gathered behind him, a voice sounded with a complicated tone.
Li Honghe slowly turned around and looked at these old subordinates who had been following Li until death for many years with calm eyes.
In his sight, there were faces full of entanglement.
"The knot is still unresolved?"
He was silent for a while, then looked at the crowd in front of him and suddenly asked with a chuckle.
"How to solve it?"
Another voice sounded from the crowd, full of bitterness, even a little ferocious.
Li Honghe didn't look to see who was speaking, but just said gently: "If we can't solve it, we can't understand it. We are soldiers. The drums of our country and our country are ringing, and the war is about to begin. What do you think I should do?"
There was only silence in the crowd.
Deathly silence.
No one spoke.
Li Honghe looked at them quietly. His eyes were neither disappointed nor happy, only calm.
a long time.
Long.
Li Honghe slowly turned around, facing the star flag standing in front of him, and slowly stretched out his hand.
"I can understand you, so... you don't have to ask me where you are going. I am no longer the God of War, but I am still a soldier. So, I will go."
He paused and continued: "You can stay or go to the war, but you don't have to come with me."
He grasped the flagpole with a sudden force and pulled up the several-meter-high flagpole.
The scarlet star flag stirred in his hands and made a fierce sound.
Li Honghe's eyes were in a trance, he looked up at the bloody scarlet above his sight, and murmured to himself: "Old man... let's go."
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