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The banners were hanging under parachutes and fluttering in the air.
The large characters above were written by Chairman Leo Lei. Although they were as ugly as a dog, they were enough for people in Ryder City to see them clearly.
Looking at the banner in the sky, the young Emperor De Rossi looked livid and said nothing.
The most loyal nobles and ministers in the empire did not dare to look up to the sky. They all lowered their heads and stared at their toes, wishing they could slit them in an orderly manner so that everyone could get in.
They were afraid that Emperor De Rossi would find out, think that they were also laughing at him, and be killed by the emperor in anger.
His Majesty Emperor De Rossi has become more and more sensitive recently, and his temper has become more and more violent. Just yesterday, an unlucky guy laughed accidentally, but De Rossi heard it, and then he got furious and threw him
Go into the lion cage and let the lions tear you to pieces alive.
But then again, this is understandable.
Anyone who has gotten to this point will go crazy.
No matter how much money this majesty spends or how many howling beasts he invites to cleanse his land, after all, he only obtained the throne by surrendering to the high priest of the undead and selling his family for glory.
This reputation has already defied the wind and can be stink for three hundred miles, and is firmly nailed to the pillar of shame in history.
His reputation among humans was already filled with hatred, and no matter how hard he tried, he could never regain it. For thousands of years to come, the name De Rossi would mean traitor and traitor.
If such a person doesn't do the opposite, but instead helps the old lady cross the street all day long, that will appear abnormal.
Seeing De Rossi's face getting more and more ugly, the palace manager next to him suddenly woke up, turned around and glared at the imperial guards, and yelled angrily: "You stupid pigs, what are you doing standing still? Go and get it off, quickly.
Go get that thing off."
Only then did the guards remember what to do.
Although they also knew that the banner was still floating in the air. There was nothing they could do about it, but they still kept shouting "get it down" and hurriedly looked for weapons to show how busy they were.
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Of course, the more important thing is to escape from this angry emperor.
In the military camp outside the city, the Semitic generals were raising their heads and staring blankly at the banners that were slowly descending from the sky. They all had different expressions and mixed emotions.
Although the Semitic people are now in the same camp as the De Rossi Empire, although these arrogant generals are vulgar and usually grab things and women, prey on the common people, etc., they also have their own moral standards. At the very least,
They are still unwilling to do this selling their family for glory.
Therefore, they were very dismissive of His Majesty Emperor De Rossi.
Some people even said directly without hesitation: "Although the meaning is good, the writing is quite ugly."
The Semitic generals wanted to laugh just now, but when they saw the purgatory-like scene outside the city, none of them could laugh.
No matter how ugly the writing is, so what?
The human race wasn't blown away. They were jumping like chickens and dogs, jumping on their backs. Then they patted their butts and walked easily.
There is not even the slightest solution on my side.
The Semitic generals looked gloomily at the camp that had just been bombed.
Dozens of thick smoke billowed into the sky.
Under the thick smoke, there were still sounds of crying and wailing. Apparently those Semitic soldiers still had not woken up from the bombing.
"If the human cavalry charges at this time..." the newly appointed King Maschinotte murmured with a sad expression.
It seemed as if a cold wind was blowing. The generals all shuddered: Not much to say at this time, as long as there are 50,000 regular human troops, they can be defeated completely.
The current military camp is in chaos, and there is no way to organize effective resistance. The Semites will be slaughtered like sheep by the humans.
King Maschinotte turned back and stared at his men, whispering: "If during our battle with humans, we suddenly encounter such an attack..."
The Semitic generals looked at each other and lowered their heads without saying a word.
The bombing that lasted for less than a minute left an indelible impression on the Semitic people.
A person's fragility and insignificance under the bombs dropped on the war fortress.
In this bombing that lasted less than thirty seconds, these people who had nothing to lose were completely stunned.
These proud soldiers suddenly discovered that war was actually such an incredible way.
In past wars, if you can't fight, you can run away; if you can't escape, you can hide; if you really can't hide, you can still try your best to fight.
But in front of the bombs dropped by the war fortress, these soldiers had no ability to fight back, and they didn't even have a place to hide.
The only thing I can do is to pray to the devil that the bomb falling from the sky will not fall on my head.
Even the war fortress that the Undead were proud of was not immune to the bombing.
The Semitic generals looked at the ruins and fragments of the war fortress, and doubts arose in their hearts: Was the plan made by the high priest wrong from the beginning?
After all, more than ten days have passed, and apart from the successful landing, none of the high priest's original combat goals have been achieved.
Maple Leaf Danlin is still there fine, and the human war fortress troops suffered minor losses.
On the contrary, the war fortress used as a strategic weapon by the undead suffered heavy losses.
The generals began to wonder: If they continued to follow the high priest's battle plan, would they be able to win in the end?
"Perhaps we should let professional generals take charge?" This idea flashed in the minds of the new kings Maschinot and Veraplani, as well as all the generals.
They couldn't help but glance at each other, and both could see the worry in each other's eyes.
So far, they Semites have not encountered the real main force of mankind. The 200,000 peacekeepers who were wiped out during the landing were just a ragtag group, and they were not killed by them.
The two kings thought seriously: What if they encounter elites like the Ruman Emperor Corps?
What should we do if we encounter another bombing like today?
Without a huge number of war fortresses, could the Semites win?
…
Finally, the most important and critical question is: can they afford to lose this war?
The two people thought of the terrible answer and shook their heads in unison: The situation is not optimistic and we can't let it go on like this~!
but……
But it is extremely difficult to change plans.
Because it was formulated by the High Priest of the Undead himself.
In the minds of the Semitic people, that is His Majesty the Supreme and Holy God. He is a god-like ruler.
Once a modification is proposed, it will be a question of him.
Questioning the gods, no matter what era or place, is an unforgivable sin and will be a major crime that will punish the nine tribes~!
Just when they were thinking wildly, they heard a scream.
Immediately afterwards, a lich fell from the sky.
He glanced at me coldly, and then said in a commanding tone, with a stiff tone: "Everyone, His Majesty has summoned you. Go to the palace as soon as possible."
Keeping these words, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and flew away.
The generals curled their lips angrily and cursed secretly at the lich's back.
"What a cow. You're being beaten like a duck."
"If you didn't cause trouble, maybe we would have won last time."
"A bunch of idiots."
"Damn it, the Semites will all be destroyed in your hands."
"..."
Maschinot and King Veraplani sighed together.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are grievances and grievances.
Although they claim to the outside world that the Undead and the Semitic are good friends as close as brothers and good partners connected by blood, these words cannot deceive even a six-year-old child.
The conflicts and grievances between the Undead and the Semitic have been brewing for thousands of years, and they were only reluctantly united by the strong suppression of the High Priest himself.
When we are marching forward to victory, this contradiction is not prominent.
But once you encounter setbacks and failures, conflicts will break out.
In the eyes of the Semitic soldiers, it was a mistake for the necromancers to lead this war. But in the eyes of the undead, the Semites were all bastards who were greedy for life and fearful of death, and were unjust for profit.
A peasant to the core, a dirt-legged person to the extreme.
With worries in mind, the generals rode to the palace, then jumped off their horses and walked towards the depths of the palace hall.
At this time, Emperor De Rossi's guards were holding bows and arrows, trying to shoot down the banners floating in the sky. Some climbed on the roof, and some climbed on the trees, shouting, noisy, and random.
He shoots arrows into the sky without considering whether he will accidentally injure people on the ground.
Maschinault couldn't help but cursed "Silly b".
The humans who heard his voice just pretended not to hear him, which made Maschinault look down on them even more - even if he dared to look back, he was still a man.
In the garden of the palace, the high priest was sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree, his face as sinking as water, with no expression on his face.
After the generals saluted, they stood silently to one side.
The high priest of the undead said slowly: "Have the losses been calculated? Borini."
"Yes," the lich named Borini bowed, then stood without saying a word with his hands lowered.
The high priest raised his head, glanced at him displeased, patted the armrest of the chair, and said, "Then tell me."
Lich Borini raised his head and glanced at the Semites opposite him suspiciously, and secretly murmured in his heart: "Do you have to say it in front of them? If the Semites know their detailed loss figures, will they be dissatisfied?"
But seeing the impatient look on the high priest's face, Borini immediately put aside all worries and said in a deep voice: "In the battle just now, a total of thirty-seven war fortresses were completely destroyed, and twenty-two were seriously damaged.
It is damaged and must be repaired on site."
"So many~!" Maschinotte was shocked. He looked at the High Priest of the Undead blankly and thought to himself: Such a heavy loss will directly change the strategic plan of the High Priest, but...
Maybe this is an opportunity, an opportunity to change the current wrong tactics.
"Fifty-nine seats," the high priest frowned and said slowly, "It will take seventeen years to build them."
The high priest suddenly slammed the table hard and said angrily: "Enes mistaken me~!"
This sentence was said without any beginning or end, and Maschinault did not understand the meaning of the high priest himself. He just muttered in his heart: Isn't Enes dead?
Hadou on the side could understand what the high priest meant. The high priest was angry with Enes. If Enes had known himself and knew that he was not capable, he should not have accepted this task.
"Including the total losses since the war began?" the high priest asked loudly with a sullen face.
Borini raised his eyelids again and glanced at the Semites. Then he lowered his head and said dryly: "Ninety-seven."
The Semitic generals couldn't help but look at each other, with uncontrollable expressions of shock on their faces.
They knew that the high priest suffered heavy losses, but they did not expect that they had lost almost half of the war fortresses in three battles.
If this rate continues, within two months, everyone will be able to pack up and go home, and they will no longer have the sweet dreams of princes and generals.
The high priest sighed, lowered his head and said helplessly: "Call all the remaining war fortresses left behind in the Semitic tribe. We must maintain an absolute numerical advantage."
Borini raised his head. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated. He did not dare to lower his head and finally said submissively: "Yes."
The generals looked at each other and saw the determination of the high priest.
Before they launched their expedition, the Semitic rebel army suddenly launched an attack, captured the city and territory, and once approached the provincial capital.
In order to suppress the rebels and monitor the Semitic people, the high priest left an unknown number of war fortresses to fight on the Semitic continent.
Now it is time to mobilize them all, without a war fortress to suppress them. No one can estimate what kind of trouble the rebels will cause. The high priest is putting his last chips on the gambling table.
The high priest glanced at the generals and said slowly: "I want to ask your opinion. How should we fight next?"
Maschinault perked up and said without hesitation: "We should take the initiative to fight. Your Majesty."
"Fight out?"
"Yes, God's Throne.
For us, the maple leaf dandelions are just a minor nuisance.
Although we suffered a lot this time, everyone saw that they were not strong and they only dared to launch a sneak attack. They did not even dare to stop for one second.
At this period, we should use our powerful army to launch ground offensives, capture cities and territories, organize more human auxiliary troops, and let them consume human war strength." Maschino said loudly: "Consolidate our existing base areas.
, robbing human beings of food and supplies.
Will the remaining humans become our slaves and run away..."
Maschinault smiled coldly and said: "Escapers will consume human food and cause unrest among them. When our powerful legion arrives at Maple Leaf Danlin City, no matter how hard they resist, it will be of no avail."
The high priest nodded slowly when he heard this, then looked back at Hadou and said, "What's your opinion, sir?"
Hadou bowed and said calmly: "What King Maschinotte said makes sense."
The high priest lowered his head and pondered for a long time. Finally, he pointed at Maschinault and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say."
Maschinault was overjoyed. He gave a military salute with a heavy stamp of his feet, and said loudly: "Yes, Your Majesty."
"But the attack on Maple Leaf Danlin cannot stop." The high priest raised his head and glanced at the sky, saying: "You have all experienced what happened today personally. I will never allow such a loss to happen again.
Therefore, we must contain the war fortress of Maple Leaf Danlin and prevent them from moving."
"Your Majesty is wise." Maschinot and the Semitic generals shouted in unison, with joy on their faces.
The two kings have not yet received the land granted to them by the high priest, but they have made a wish early on, and the title of nobility has been thrown away like water.
As long as senior military officers were mixed into a hereditary title, they were transformed from rough men into nobles.
They all couldn't wait to get the land corresponding to their title, and now, the opportunity finally came.
As for Maple Leaf Danlin, let the high priest and the lich have a headache.
With them standing in front of them, Fengjun must be too busy taking care of himself to cause trouble for himself.
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While the High Priest of the Undead was reviewing his failure, the Maple Leaf Danlin people were also discussing their own gains and losses in the battle.
This is a rule set by Paulus. After every drill or battle, a meeting must be held to discuss the issues that arise.
Only in this way will Maple Leaf Danlin's flying force grow rapidly and become a highly skilled pilot within a few months.
At this kind of meeting, everyone can speak freely and then focus on the discussion, so the atmosphere is lively and fierce quarrels often break out.
Young captains will get very angry over an issue, and some of them will get angry at first and get into fights.
However, after such people were taught a few lessons by Master Elena, they immediately became reasonable.
It's just that the atmosphere of today's seminar was a bit dull, because the three deans of Maple Leaf Danlin also appeared at the seminar.
The three deans have accumulated prestige over time and are highly respected. Except for the three instructors, everyone present is their students. In this kind of situation, no matter how arrogant you were in the past, you have to behave like a good baby.
Sitting.
The briefing room was crowded but silent. The captain and his crew members did not dare to talk. No one spoke for a long time. Even Lester felt a little embarrassed and touched his beard.
When Paulus saw it, he felt that he could not go on like this. He had obviously won the battle, but the atmosphere was as if he had suffered a defeat. He stood up and was the first to say: "Let me tell you first, in the battle the day before yesterday, I made a mistake.
Fatal error.
I didn't expect that the enemy would penetrate the defense at low altitude and launch a suicide attack. This was due to my poor tactical considerations. I only focused on killing the enemy and ignored the overall defense.
If it weren’t for a fool who wasn’t afraid of death.”
Paulus looked at Ivenaz, who was wrapped in a wheelchair like a rice dumpling next to him. He was almost going crazy on the hospital bed due to suffocation. When he heard about the meeting, he ran over regardless of the doctor's obstruction.
Paulus nodded to him approvingly and said: "Maple Leaf Danlin is passive.
We can't use our entire army to attack the next battle~!
At least three teams should be left as a reserve team on the inner level to respond to any breakthrough situation at any time."
The captains nodded in agreement. In these two battles, they were too keen on picking up the heads of the undead and pursuing the shooting record.
Lester stroked his white beard, grunted with satisfaction, and said: "Don't say it's you, we old men who are more than two hundred years old together didn't expect it. The key is that the enemy will use this trick again.
what to do?
This time some stupid boy was lucky enough to block it, do we want another captain to collide with it?"
A captain below muttered: "With one-on-one exchange, the enemy will find a way to kill us all."
There was laughter all around.
A weak and delicate voice in the laughter said timidly: "Well, I have a way..."
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