The last Zhongzhou general.

The last bright red military flag was raised.

The last 200,000 troops in the southern provincial capital also began a suicide attack.

Coroman, who was on the opposite side, saw the extremely empty Ji Nan Provincial City. He was so excited that his eyes were bursting with excitement, and his voice was so hoarse that he screamed: "Whoever can be the first to attack the Ji Nan Provincial City will be the new major general!"

Ho ho ho…

The millions of pioneer Indian troops were extremely excited. Their eyes were full of greed as they looked towards the southern provincial capital. In their eyes, the 200,000 Zhongzhou troops no longer seemed to be enemies, but to fame and fortune.

Inside the southern provincial capital, millions of practitioners were furious when they saw this scene.

They rushed, flew, or crawled to the top of the giant wall, and asked Yang An angrily: "Why don't you let us join the war?"

Yang An turned his back to them, waved his hands and said: "Although you are practitioners, you are still the citizens of Zhongzhou. In the current national crisis, how can we let you join the war before all of our Zhongzhou soldiers are dead?"

After saying that, Yang An half-knelt on the ground, kissed the giant wall of the southern provincial capital, and then jumped out of the giant wall first, spread his arms, and rushed towards the still turbulent Indian Emperor's army like a glider.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Two hundred thousand Zhongzhou troops followed closely behind.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with warriors gliding and landing.

Coroman raised his blade high and laughed loudly: "Kill! Kill all these idiots! Just a few hundred thousand people want to resist an army of tens of millions, just relying on their so-called courage?"

"Give me the courage and bones to crush them!"

"Freedom is invincible, crush the enemy!"

Millions of Indian troops driving giant propulsion tanks rushed out first. Each military vehicle had a giant meat grinder at the front.

That crazy rotating meat grinder is horrifying to watch.

Zhongzhou warriors are also human beings, and they also have fears.

But all the warriors who had glided and landed did not flinch after landing. Even if their bodies were trembling with fear, and even if their palms were trembling so much that they could not hold the sword steady, they still faced the Indian Emperor's army, roared and emboldened, took steps, and approached step by step.

"rush!"

Yang Anyang knife.

That day, the sky was stained with blood.

That day, mourning filled the land.

That night, the southern provincial capital was stained red with blood and tears.

Tens of millions of Indian troops attacked the southern provincial capital.

The 400,000 defenders offered their lives in exchange for their lives.

All night long, the wasteland of the southern provincial capital was filled with blood.

On the huge wall, countless practitioners shed tears.

In the second half of the night, a practitioner wiped away his tears, picked up the Zhongzhou flag that had fallen over on the top of the giant wall, raised it again, and looked at the wasteland.

In the wasteland, Yang An had died in battle, and not many of the 200,000 Zhongzhou troops were left. Together with the 200,000 comrades who had died in the previous battle, they lay together in this land soaked in blood and tears.

"Brothers." The practitioner said with a tearful smile, "Do you still remember what the general said before he died?"

Yang An said: In the current national crisis, it is impossible for the people of Zhongzhou to participate in the war until all the soldiers in Zhongzhou are dead.

Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Now that all the soldiers are dead, it's our turn..."

A single spark can start a prairie fire!

At first he thought no one answered.

But as soon as he finished speaking, countless practitioners stood up silently, and they all clenched the blade in their hands, and some even had unsuppressable anger bursting out from their bodies. The anger appeared in the form of flames, thunder, frost, thunder, etc.

"Let's go! Kill all those hyena grandsons!"

"It's long past time for us to go to war!"

Who stipulates that soldiers must die before practitioners?"

"That is, in the current national crisis, who wants to stay in the rear and be a grandchild?"

"I'm going to tear those bastards to pieces!"

"Those grandsons want to invade our country and destroy our wives, sons and daughters. I think they are all dreaming!"

Countless practitioners were extremely angry.

The capital of Jinan Province is regarded as the national gate of Zhongzhou.

The country's gate has been breached, and the only thing waiting for Zhongzhou is the enemy's horse riding on Qingshan.

There are currently four million practitioners in the city of Jinan Province. Although there is still a huge gap between the number and the tens of millions of Yin Emperor's army, but...

"Brother, I have to come back alive..."

On the streets of Ji Nan Provincial City.

A little boy had tears in his eyes.

His brother, a tall red fox, touched the little guy's head and said with a smile: "Okay, I promise you that if you come back alive, I will buy you your favorite candied haws."

"The candied haws on a stick is delicious, but I want my brother to come back even more."

At the door of another house, a handsome jaguar kissed his fiancée deeply, wiped the tears from the corners of his fiancée's eyes, and laughed loudly: "If I come back, we will get married. If I don't come back, I will wait for you in the underworld."

, we will still get married by then."

If this battle is completely defeated, the southern provincial capital will naturally turn into a hell on earth in an instant, and no one in the city will be able to escape death.

In the government office of the southern provincial capital, a group of government officials silently walked up the giant wall. Everyone slowly grasped the cannon, and those sleek and worldly eyes stared into the distance with hatred.

"We will live and die together with this city, brothers."

The government officials smiled and nodded to each other.

There is no more intrigue as in the past.

"Although our Jinan Provincial City cannot match the iron-blooded stamina of the Jibei Provincial City, everyone says that our Jinan Provincial City is a gentle town, with a literati backbone and no blood." The highest official of the government affairs system of Jinan Provincial City said with a smile: "

But today’s battle should change everyone’s impression of the southern provincial capital.”

In the past, whenever the provincial capital of Ji Nan was mentioned, people would always look at it with sadness. Ji Nan represented hedonism.

All the officials laughed.

Beyond the giant wall.

The last Zhongzhou warriors were also swallowed up by the Indian army.

In the combat headquarters, the few battlefield recorders took off their military caps, their eyes were sad and solemn.

"Forty thousand Zhongzhou soldiers sacrificed their lives to gain midnight time for the southern provincial capital, and resulted in the death of nearly two million Indian troops..."

The cold words were sent to all parts of the country.

In provincial capitals across the country that were paying attention to this battle, everyone's heart twitched violently when they saw these words.

The provincial capital of the Far North, which has a strong folk custom, even sent a reply on the spot, saying that it had organized millions of practitioners and 300,000 reserve troops overnight, and was sending reinforcements to the Far South for the second time.

Subsequently, all major provincial cities organized military forces again.

Even if Zhongzhou is empty inside, if the major provincial cities desperately recruit, they can still organize millions of troops. Of course, this is Zhongzhou's last resort. Once it is defeated again, unless the expeditionary army returns to the court, Zhongzhou will

Will... officially destroy the country!

"Hold on! You must hold on!"

The provincial capital in the far north screamed wildly.

But when the officials in the southern provincial capital heard this, they shook their heads helplessly.

"It's too late. No matter how fast the second wave of reinforcements is, it will still be too late."

They looked outside the giant wall and saw the still overwhelming Indian army. They were only less than two kilometers away from the giant wall of the southernmost provincial capital.

Two kilometers is the countdown to life and death in the extreme south.

Practitioners are strong.

But four million practitioners.

Is it stronger than the Indian Emperor's army which still has nearly ten million?

Emperor India dispatched an army of 13 million.

At present, even if the 400,000 Zhongzhou soldiers sacrifice their lives and kill more than 4 million, there will still be more than 9 million soldiers left.
Chapter completed!