Chapter 1316 Eve (six thousand, ask for a monthly ticket)
An entire flying wing sent by the Nidel Flying Eagle Group formed a neat triangular formation in the sky, penetrated the clouds and fog, and roared towards the north.
This regiment carried multiple regiments of soldiers.
Have these big-headed infantrymen ever received such high-level treatment in their lives?
Flying in the sky on a war fortress is a treatment that only king-level figures can have. This experience is enough for them to show off for a lifetime.
Naian's war fortress has gone through a series of modifications and designs, either pursuing firepower or speed, but none of them pursues carrying capacity.
Therefore, the capacity margin of the war fortress is not too large.
Fifty fully armed soldiers carrying weapons and backpacks were crowded into a war fortress, and the space each person could occupy was very small. In order not to affect the normal flight of the war fortress, they could only sit cross-legged on the ground.
But even huddled together and sitting on the floor, it did not affect the curiosity of these Eastern Legion soldiers.
They tried every means, such as taking turns to change positions, etc., and ran up and down the war fortress.
Even the crew members had nothing to do with them and turned a blind eye to the soldiers' behavior.
Most of the security forces are retired soldiers from the eastern provinces, and many of them are from the same hometown as these soldiers. When they first went to the war fortress, they were not necessarily stronger than these people.
At the beginning, those technicians were very critical of them. At that time, everyone was extremely dissatisfied. But now, looking at these little brats jumping up and down and yelling no matter what they do, they are also offended.
I'm extremely bored. I don't have a good look towards those soldiers and gangsters either.
At the same time, they also suddenly discovered that it was really interesting that those technicians didn't drive the war fortress to an altitude of five thousand meters, and then kicked themselves hard on the buttocks - because
When they look at those soldiers and gangsters now, they feel such an impulse in their hearts.
Fortunately, the soldiers had calmed down before the impulse broke out in their hearts. After all, flying in the air is an extremely monotonous thing.
No matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window is, there will be times when you get tired of looking at it, especially when the same wilderness is beneath your feet.
After an hour, the curiosity of the soldiers in the war fortress was basically satisfied.
They sat down and began to think about what kind of battle they would face.
Lord Lorraine was in great need of a train and a war fortress just to send ordinary infantry like them to Vizi City.
What happened in that city?
Have the demons been killed?
Can the city be defended?
Is there enough food?
Are the city girls cool?
…
The soldiers gathered together and kept whispering.
Moore raised his head and glanced furtively at the passing security officers and soldiers of the Flying Eagle Group.
As a veteran of the eastern provinces, Moore had heard many legends about their boss's son-in-law and young father-in-law.
One of the most thrilling stories is undoubtedly about this group of black-uniformed security guards.
They are all selected from the retired soldiers under the command of the Grand Duke and Lorraine. They have to pass several levels such as physical examination, political examination and professional skills test. The elimination rate is as high as 60%. However, every registration season, there are still many people who sign up to exceed the threshold.
Because the security army's treatment is so good, the salary alone is several times that of ordinary soldiers, and they are also given urban household registration and allocated housing. It is the first choice job position for most soldiers and officers after they retire.
Moore himself plans to try out for the Flying Eagle Group after retiring the year after next year. Not to mention anything else, the uniform alone is so handsome.
Wearing that uniform home will definitely make a lot of girls look dizzy, and maybe there will be some who don't want any gifts and will voluntarily marry me...
After several hours of flying, when the sky gradually dimmed, large tracts of dark green forests and gray mountain peaks began to appear on the ground beneath the soldiers' feet.
"Prepare to land." came a loud voice.
Amidst the huge roar, the war fortress has slowly fallen.
Everyone felt lighter.
Moore turned his head and looked out the window. He saw a tall city wall rising slowly outside the window, and then the spire of the house slowly appeared in his sight.
The situation is quite strange.
He couldn't help but be startled for a moment, and then he realized that it was not the city wall that was rising, but that he was slowly falling.
At this time, Moore felt a violent shock beneath his body.
Immediately afterwards, a loud "bang" sound came.
The war fortress has landed firmly on the ground.
The door ahead opened with a bang.
An SS officer stood up and blew the whistle in his hand. Then he roared loudly and said: "Everyone, stand up, unite, and get off the fort. Quick, quick, quick, quick..."
Amidst his series of urgings, a group of soldiers got up from the ground in a daze and lined up towards the door.
When Moore came outside the door, he suddenly felt a breath of fresh air rushing towards him, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed.
Because of the rapid flight, all the doors and windows of the war fortress were closed tightly. Inside, there were seventy or eighty old men crowded together. Some dogs still had sweaty feet. After sitting on the ground, they liked to take off their shoes. As time went by, this
The taste... Xun's food is so spicy that it makes people want to die.
He lined up in the queue and arrived outside the fort, stamping his feet involuntarily.
Next to him, many soldiers also involuntarily made the same action. For ordinary people like them, although flying is exciting, they can only feel a sense of peace of mind when they step on solid ground.
Moore turned his head and looked around curiously.
Ahead is a dark brown city wall.
With the eyes of a veteran, he keenly discovered that the city wall was not too thick. It was made of large rocks. It was far inferior to the great cities of Constantinople or Samarkand.
.But it is also extremely strong. It can be regarded as a standard first-level fortress.
On the city wall, rolling logs, stones, kerosene, ballistae, bows and arrows, etc. are all available.
He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Such a solid stone fortress is extremely difficult to break. Hiding behind the wall, their personal safety is guaranteed to a certain extent.
Looking out over the city wall, we can see the rolling mountains in the distance. With the west slanting sunlight, we can clearly see the white snow on the top of the mountains in the distance.
That should be the Snowy Mountains - the abscess of the empire.
Barbarians have troubled the empire here for five hundred years. Now, although the barbarians have been basically wiped out, no matter how great the enemy is, the demons have appeared here.
And their mission is to defend this place and block the demon clan's path south.
Just when he was thinking wildly, someone pushed him from behind and said, "What are you doing standing still? Go quickly. Go quickly."
Moore came back to his senses immediately and followed the flow of people towards the military camp not far away - Vizi City, as a fortress, originally had a military camp that could accommodate large troops, but it was just for the purpose of conquering De Rossi in the west of the empire.
A large number of troops originally stationed here were mobilized.
When Moore followed the flow of people to the camp gate, he heard the huge roar of the war fortress behind him again.
He turned around and took a look, only to see that the war fortresses had risen into the sky and flew towards the east quickly without looking back. Obviously, they were going to pick up the second batch of troops.
Moore stepped into the military camp, and was greeted by a huge noise unique to the military camp. Quarrels, fights, shouts, the sound of weapons, and the roar of officers. All kinds of sounds merged into one, extremely
It's chaos.
He couldn't help but be startled for a moment, then looked around curiously, and then saw that many troops had already moved in in the military camp.
Each of those people was burly and murderous, and they were all wearing black Eagle uniforms.
Not far away, there was a tall flagpole erected in front of the tent. On the flagpole, a large flag embroidered with dragon cliff grass was fluttering in the wind.
At first glance, it is obvious that these people are all elite troops under the command of Lord Luo, the Flying Eagle God of War.
Seeing the troops coming in, they all got out of their tents and stood on both sides of the road, folding their arms and looking at themselves coldly.
Moore couldn't help but be surprised: How did these people come so fast? You know, everyone should have received the order at about the same time.
But then it became clear: these troops should have been airlifted directly from the war fortress by Lord Luo.
Thinking of this, Moll's excitement about sitting in the war fortress suddenly disappeared, and instead he became a little angry: Grandma, there is really a huge difference between this mother-in-law and the step-mother.
The people like me walked, took the train, and went to the war fortress. They worked hard to get there. They had blisters on their feet. But this bunch of bastards just sat in the war fortress and walked leisurely.
come over.
Moreover, he keenly discovered that among the opponent's team, there were many orcs with tall stature and thick limbs.
All of them had long hair all over their faces, and their yellow eyes flashed fiercely, looking at them fiercely.
Moore did not show any weakness at the moment and glared back fiercely. He knew clearly that no one in the army looked down upon weaklings. Only by daring to fight and fight hard could he win the respect of others.
Sure enough, the attitude of the soldiers on the opposite side suddenly improved a lot.
At this time, someone from the opposite side shouted loudly: "Hey, brother, which part are you from?"
Moore shouted: "We are from the 506th Regiment of the 101st Division of the Eastern Army. What about you?"
The man opposite said loudly: "We are the Nai'an Artillery Regiment."
He then pointed at the orcs nearby and shouted, "Those are the Naian Grenadier Regiment."
Having said this, I couldn't help but pause for a moment, and then shouted loudly again: "We are all brothers. We must get closer to each other in the future."
Everyone in the Eastern Legion burst into laughter immediately. Although most people looked down on orcs, that did not include the Eastern Legion.
Back then, the Orcs Division under Lorraine went to the Eastern Front and fought side by side with the Eastern Division. Those Orcs used their bravery and fearlessness to win the trust and favor of everyone in the Eastern Legion.
Amidst the laughter, Moore gradually became more confident about the future war.
They came to their camp and threw their packages on the bed. As soon as they opened them, an order came: "Everyone, take the time to rest and start preparing for war tomorrow~!"
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Lich Marcel's already cold heart now became as hot as fire.
Even he was surprised that after so many years, his heart that stopped beating had never experienced this passionate feeling again.
The last time he had this feeling was probably when he was still an ordinary human mage, facing his lover's beautiful body.
"It's been about five hundred years, right?" Marcel the Lich murmured to himself. He had become an immortal lich for so long that he had already forgotten human emotions.
But at this time, this beautiful feeling came back.
Lich Marcel pressed the envelope in his arms through his clothes. Although he couldn't feel the beating of his heart, he could feel the thick pile of envelopes under his clothes.
He was sure that he was not dreaming, they were still there, and the vital and precious information he had obtained from the Lich Herod was with him.
With this detailed information, defeating the Rumans will be easy.
The lich Marcel passed through the bustling crowds of Rumain City and saw the prosperous scenery far beyond Arkadelin. He was sincerely amazed.
The straight road leads directly into the city, and at the end is Ruman's majestic palace.
Along the roadside are luxuriously decorated, neat and bright display windows, with goods from all over the world on display. Vendors roam around pushing carts and carrying loads, shouting loudly as they walk.
Men, women, the elderly, and children on the street, almost all of them had happy smiles on their faces, enjoying a peaceful and peaceful life.
Even the air is filled with an aura of excitement. An aura unique to living beings. It is also an aura that disgusts the Lich.
"Soon, all this will change." The lich Marcel walked slowly on the streets of Ruman with a sneer like a prophet who sees the future.
He seemed to see the day when the city of Ruman was burning with flames and humans howled in terror.
War fortresses will engulf the city. Semitic armies break through the walls, and lichs descend from the sky...
The Eternal One will rule over the greatest city in the world.
"We will tear down the Temple of Light in the city and erect a statue of the Demon God. This will become the new capital of their necromancers." Lich Marcel's heart was full of passion.
It is certainly better to rule over a billion human beings than to rule over 100 million vulgar Semites.
Just as he was thinking about it, his body suddenly swayed and his shoulder was hit by a vendor carrying a bag.
The vendor hurriedly stopped and said with a smile on his face: "Mr., are you okay?"
Lich Marcel looked at the polite face of the human being, suddenly laughed out loud, flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave.
The vendor wiped the sweat from his forehead and was secretly glad that he did not knock the old man down, otherwise his month's business would have been in vain.
He picked up the bag again and muttered in confusion: "Strange. Why is this old guy colder than ice?"
When he raised his head to look again, he found that the man's figure had disappeared into the crowd.
Lich Marcel easily walked out of the gate of Ruman City, and even looked carefully at the soldiers at the gate.
The burly soldiers glanced at him, regarded him as an ordinary bad old man, and turned away with disdain.
This made the Lich Marcel couldn't help but sneer, and thought to himself: If he knew that he was facing an immortal, who would be scared?
But don’t worry, I believe you will see it soon. At that time, you can slowly and carefully taste it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of a sinister smile.
The lich Marcel was walking in the countryside outside the city of Ruman, holding his hands behind his back as if strolling.
It was getting late, a crescent moon hung in the sky, and the sky was filled with stars. Even if someone came from the opposite side, they could only see vague shadows.
At this time, the Lich Marcel was finally sure that no one was following him. He raised his arms and soared into the sky like a big bird.
In the next second, the black shadow had disappeared into the night.
Two days later, the lich Marcel looked down from the air on the Semitic army marching in the vast mountains.
The Semitic golden lightning flag fluttered against the slightly cold mountain wind.
General Orlandini, who led this army, was wearing a fur cloak, sitting on his horse, looking at the gloomy sky in the south.
The howling cold wind is blowing. Although it is still September, snow has begun to fall in the mountainous areas, and the temperature at night will suddenly drop to around freezing point.
The unique cold of the Snowy Mountains made the Semitic soldiers very uncomfortable.
It was summer now, so they did not carry any winter clothing to protect themselves from the cold. The Semitic army had even suffered frostbite and death while camping and resting at night.
The continuous mountains are becoming more and more difficult to walk. They need to climb one peak after another. Every day, soldiers lose their footing and fall into the cliff while climbing over the mountains.
This is even if he has a savage guide who knows the roads well.
General Orlandini did not dare to think about the other Semitic armies that had landed. They must have had a harder time than him.
But to his relief, all these difficulties did not scare his soldiers.
Beside him, energetic Semitic soldiers strode past, stepping on the mountain road with neat steps, making a heavy sloping sound.
The mountain roads were rugged and difficult, and the temperature was bitingly cold, but these difficulties were nothing to the heroic Semitic soldiers.
The soldiers were eagerly looking forward to entering the Ruman Empire so that they could rob things, money, and women...well, to drive away the false god of light and restore the glory of the great demon god. Let the blessings of the high priest of the undead spread throughout the starry sky.
In order to boost morale and inspire people, Orlandini asked the officers to desperately instill the wealth of the Ruman Empire into the ignorant soldiers on the ship across the ocean.
They described the Ruman Empire as a paradise-like country filled with gold and milk.
There are mountains of gold coins piled in the warehouse, the women are beautiful and enchanting, the porcelain is as exquisite as jade, and the clothes are as smooth as silk...
Moreover, those weak humans actually eat three meals a day. Each meal has salt, and there is a big red, juicy apple as a dessert after the meal.
This alone made the soldiers' eyes turn blue with envy and they screamed.
For ordinary Semitic people, there is one meal every day. And it is rare.
Not only that, if you put more than three grains of salt in your rice, you will be punished by heaven and earth.
But these lazy and incompetent human beings live such a corrupt and luxurious life. They really should be killed a thousand times, and then stepped on ten thousand feet, so that they will never be able to stand up again~!
Moreover, the officers told them that after fighting this battle, each of their soldiers would become a landlord with a hundred acres of fertile land and ten large houses, and live a life without worries about food and clothing from then on.
It is ten thousand times better than working as a tenant farmer or a long-term laborer in the Semitic tribe.
This greatly aroused the enthusiasm of the soldiers.
General Orlandini also had great ambitions in his heart. He commanded an unprecedentedly large Semitic army and was about to become the conqueror of the Ruman Empire and go down in history forever, establishing immortal achievements that would be admired by future generations.
What's even better is that the main force of the northern Ruman people has been transferred out of the border, and he is now facing an empty northern Ruman Empire.
Once the army passes by, it is easy to attack the city and take out the stronghold.
The news that the two generals of the West Route Army had conferred the title of king had already reached his ears. He had defeated the Ruman Empire and captured the city of Ruman. Based on his merits, the high priest was likely to appoint him as the new king of Ruman.
"King Orlandini, the founder of the Orlandini dynasty~!" General Orlandini recited this title silently in his heart, couldn't help but smile on his face, and thought to himself: It seems that half a million can be bought
This position is worthwhile, even cheap.
His colleagues who were still in the Semitic continent must have had wonderful expressions on their faces after hearing the news that he was crowned king.
Let them regret it~!
I dare say that it is impossible for him to defeat the Ruman Empire.
At this moment, a dark shadow fell from the sky and landed in front of his horse.
The war horse under General Orlandini suddenly started, neighing and stood up, and behind him was a hundred-foot cliff.
Orlandini remained calm in the face of danger, clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and hugged the horse's neck tightly.
Only the hind legs of the war horse were on the ground, and he kept retreating. He was about to reach the edge of the cliff. In a few more steps, he would become the first Semitic general to fall to death.
His name will go down in history and his imperial hegemony will soon have nothing to do with him.
The attendants nearby were so frightened that they rushed forward and hugged General Orlandini's horse. A dozen of them forced the horse down.
The stone lifted by the horse's hooves rolled down the cliff, making a crackling sound.
General Orlandini walked around the gate of hell, his face turned pale with fright, and his heart was beating wildly. He raised his head and glared at the black figure in front of him, seeing that the blind man dared to plot against him.
Cut him into pieces with a thousand swords.
But immediately the corner of General Orlandini's mouth twitched twice, and he said angrily: "It's Master Marcel."
Lich Marcel laughed awkwardly. If the commander of their undead tribe's northern route army was kicked off the mountain by Ma Yi and died, it would be a big joke.
But out of the pride of the Immortal, he would not apologize to a Semitic, but directly changed the topic and said in a hoarse voice: "General Orlandini, I brought you some good things, I think you will be willing to do so.
See them as soon as possible."
Lich Marcel took out the envelope from his arms, and General Orlandini took it away angrily. After opening it and taking a first look, he suddenly took a breath of cold air and said ecstatically: "God help me~!