In front of Ye Yang Bailiu, Baron Prader thought about it for a long time, and then said cautiously, "Priest, if possible, could you tell me the whereabouts of Commander Chen, so that I can also have an explanation for the other barons."

"Commander Chen communicated with the undercurrent of time and space a few days ago. I don't know what happened. He fell into a long coma and has not woken up yet." Ye Yang Bailiu did not hesitate and told the truth directly. At this time, he was still hiding it,

Just treat the people below as fools. They are all trying their best. It would be too chilling if there is no explanation.

And by this time, those who should leave have already left, and those who can stay are of one mind.

"Then, when will he wake up?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Baron Prader regretted it and wished he could slap himself. Although he was only at the guard level, he had read relevant books and had a certain understanding of the undercurrent of communication in time and space.

Ye Yang Bailiu didn't answer, just sighed.

"I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds." Baron Prader nodded and apologized.

If they retreat now, Chen Xing will lose the time and space coordinates to return and completely become a vegetative state, so they can only stick to the spot and wait for the other party to wake up on their own. But no one can be sure of this time, or even whether they can wake up.

Guarding against an illusory future is the most painful thing.

"The only thing we can do now is to persist and wait." Ye Yangbailiu paused and said quietly, "Maybe for many people, they have a second option, but for me, this is the only one.

choose……"

"It's the same for me." Baron Prader puffed up his chest and solemnly gave a military salute to Ye Yang Bailiu, "If living is just to live in peace, then why should I stand here and stay in Prader Town?

Wouldn’t it be nice to sit by the fire?”

"You are truly a respectable gentleman." Ye Yang Bailiu said.

And just three hours after Baron Prader arrived in Dada Town, Viscount Ramon led his team to the station of the Second Red Dragon Army.

As soon as they approached the camp, they were surrounded by soldiers with guns and ammunition.

"Which army are you from?" the gendarmerie captain shouted loudly.

"I am Viscount Ramon, the commander of the army. I am here to return to the army on the order of the princess." Viscount Ramon stepped out from the crowd, his voice full of energy.

The gendarmerie captain looked at him suspiciously, walked aside, took out his communicator and contacted Shang Feng.

After a few words, the gendarmerie captain put down his communicator and came back.

"Disarm on the spot and accept inspection." the gendarmerie captain ordered.

"This..." Viscount Ramon looked hesitant, which was somewhat different from the scene he had imagined of a queue to welcome him.

The gendarmerie captain came over and lowered his voice and said, "Your matters have been discussed by the superiors. It's just a routine inspection during the war. Don't worry."

Viscount Ramon nodded knowingly. After all, it was a transaction under the table. It should not be too obvious. The procedures should be followed and the appearance should be pretended.

"Bring all the officers above the squadron." "Okay."

After a while, Viscount Ramon and a group of officers were taken to a tent behind the military camp.

This is where the logistics troops are stationed. It has fewer people, is remote and quiet.

Looking at the surrounding environment, as well as the elites of the Second Army surrounding them on three levels inside and three outside, Viscount Ramon and his men couldn't help but look worried.

Among this group of people, there are at least two powerful people from the Holy Domain who have spiritual energy fluctuations.

This is not leading the way, it is simply escorting prisoners, and they are extremely dangerous serious criminals.

Seemingly sensing their worries, the gendarmerie captain smiled slightly and whispered to Viscount Ramon, "You have had a hard time on the road. Eat something first and take a rest. I will inform Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

"For your trouble." Viscount Ramon nodded and saluted.

A moment later, the news reached the luxury aeroboat high in the sky. In the luxuriously decorated combat command room hung with large crystal lamps, Lacey sat on a high-backed chair with her legs crossed, her slender white hands resting on her knees.

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The chair was in a simple style, with no armrests on both sides. Under the gauze, the graceful figure was clearly visible. Standing beside her was the female adjutant. After receiving the communication, the latter reported to her the situation of Viscount Ramon.

"How should we arrange it?" the female adjutant asked.

The eldest princess did not answer, but asked in a calm tone, "According to the practices of the Ambergris River countries, how should we deal with the rebels?"

"I understand." The female adjutant nodded knowingly. How could she, who has been following the eldest princess, not understand the subtext of the words?

"Be clean." "Yes!" The female adjutant picked up the communicator and dialed a set of numbers.

After a while, the Red Dragon Principality Military Department issued an official document.

The methods for handling chaos in the expeditionary force are as follows:

Escape from battle, discuss the crime of desertion and the punishment of treason.

The commander of the regiment, Vicomte Ramon, and the officers above the squadron were executed on the spot, and the soldiers and lower-level officers were incorporated into the vanguard of the Second Army and served on death penalty.

Half an hour later, the document was executed perfectly.

Tableware was scattered in the tent and blood flowed across the tent. Viscount Ramon's eyes widened and he refused to close his eyes.

However, those who are alive are not as lucky as those who are dead. The vanguard army has another name - cannon fodder. All that awaits them is humiliation and death.

Viscount Ramon never understood why he became an abandoned son until his death.

In fact, the reason is very simple. The eldest princess is a person who cherishes feathers. Her wings are pure white and flawless, how can they be contaminated with dust? Such a dirty thing has absolutely nothing to do with her.

Accepting Viscount Ramon's surrender is not tantamount to admitting in disguise that she stabbed her in the back when her own troops were dealing with foreign enemies, so Vicomte Ramon must die.

All those who knew about it must also die.

Once a general succeeds, thousands of bones will be withered. As long as this thorn in his heart can be removed, it doesn't matter if thousands of people die. Besides, they died on the battlefield and did not waste the country's resources.

There were informants everywhere in the army, and Ricardo soon learned of Lacey's actions.

Ricardo found the eldest prince and asked him to ask Lacey for these expeditionary soldiers.

"They are all Longhong's people, and their lives should not be wasted fighting for power and gain."

Ricardo successfully persuaded Gavin Maris, who immediately contacted his eldest sister and offered to take over these expeditionary force deserters.

"Is it your owl that started it?"

Being exposed by Lacey's words, Gavin smiled awkwardly, "You are still as smart and wise as ever, my dear sister."

"But no matter whose idea it is, this is for the glory of the red dragon."

"We have lost a city of Crow. We must conserve our strength as much as possible and use every ounce of strength for future victory."

"Am I right, my clever and wise sister?"

"You don't understand the danger he's in..." Lacey sighed.

"I think you are too sensitive. He is just a flea at the foot of the red dragon. Whether he can continue to jump depends on the mood of the Masri people." Gavin said in a relaxed tone.

"Okay, I can give you these soldiers, but you must promise me to consume them as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay, my dear sister."

Lacey hung up the call feebly and leaned back in her chair, feeling listless. She couldn't tell her simple-minded brother that the fear of that person lay not in his own strength, but in his ability to control people's hearts.

This is a necessary condition for a king. Even she lost to the opponent. From top to bottom in the Red Dragon Principality, who else is his opponent?

She raised her head. On the three-dimensional tactical map ahead, more and more red dots appeared near Da Da Town.

Judging from the current situation, that person is already trapped in the coffin, just waiting for the day of burial. Maybe with luck, she can be buried together with her political opponent-that bitch.

The only miracle now may be that Aaliya intervenes, but the possibility of this is almost zero. Objectively speaking, even she herself is not important enough to allow the other party to challenge the King's Declaration again.

The king's declaration is not as easy as it seems. Once all the supreme powerhouses unite to deal with one of them, even the world's second-ranked Legion of Destruction will suffer.

The price may be one or more huge space cracks that are difficult to bridge, but rules are rules. Even if the world is destroyed, the King's Declaration will be implemented to the end.

Because without such a deterrent, the world will be destroyed sooner or later. Since it is all destruction, why not get rid of the unruly people first. This is the declaration of the king. Even if the world is destroyed, the majesty of the king must be declared.

Therefore, the chance of Chen Xing surviving is almost zero.

But for some reason, Lacey's heart was still beating loudly, as if something bad was about to happen.

At this moment, somewhere in the undercurrent of time and space, in the dim world where phosphorus fire floats, huge ships are stacked on top of each other, crowded.

Chen Xing climbed and jumped among the gaps in the sunken ship, looking for his own ship. From time to time, jellyfish emitting soft light drifted by, and the umbrella opened and closed, peaceful and leisurely.

"My ship, where are you..."

He was a little disappointed. He searched thousands of ships, but none of them resonated.

Sunken aircraft carriers, starships, battleships, destroyers, cruise ships, yachts, fishing boats, even a lone boat, have not the slightest connection with him.

He stopped and searched aimlessly, seemingly endlessly.

He carefully recalled what he had learned and what some people had said, trying to find clues.

Suddenly, he realized that he had been here for a long time.

What has become of the outside world? He is still on the border of Silver Claw, under the eyes of the enemy.

He became nervous.

"I have to wake up!"

He concentrated and tried hard to wake himself up. However, the world was only silent and cold, and his body did not slowly become lighter and faster as he did before, escaping into the endless void.

He was still on the deck of the sunken ship, with unconscious spirits floating around him.
To be continued...