One Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy-Five Urgent

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"Come here! Cheers!" In a city of the Panshi Empire, a general raised his wine glass to other subordinates: "It seems that those so-called gods from the Storm Empire are nothing more than that!"

Since the crusader troops supporting the Panshi Empire defeated an attacking puppet army, it seems that the attacks of the so-called gods have stopped.

At least judging from the current situation, the Panshi Empire has defended its defenses, and has formed a confrontation with the attacking Gods of the Storm Empire.

This is enough to excite the generals of the Panshi Empire defending the city! They had lost several cities in a row before, but now they are no longer in such a state of decline. It is obvious that the victory already belongs to them.

As long as we wait for the Crusaders to help restore the lost land, the Rock Empire will still be one of the four empires, and it will still be the Rock Empire!

"Cheers!" A group of generals also raised their glasses, and the smiles on their faces could not be concealed.

They had been suppressed by the previous war situation for too long, and now they finally breathed a sigh of relief, so they naturally wanted to celebrate.

Now they can be said to be strong and strong, and the civilians on the front line have all been relocated or directly armed.

The whole city is like a fortress, with more ballistas installed on the city wall, and the city wall is also much stronger. The opponent must pay a heavy price for attacking such a well-defended city.

General Fogg, who was sitting at the top, still had a gloomy face. He had personally seen the troops of the terrifying gods, and they were really powerful enemies that made people unable to resist at all.

However, the opponent was obviously at a disadvantage in numbers. After attacking several cities and dispersing their forces, they no longer had any mobile forces, so they came to test and attack.

Moreover, the crusaders of the Holy See are still strong. Although there are not many people, the Pope's Celestial Sword is indeed well-deserved.

It can be clearly felt that after the opponent lost a troop, the rhythm of the attack was obviously messed up.

If nothing else, the war would end in their victory if the other side did not receive new reinforcements.

In fact, Fogg was worried that the soldiers of the Storm Empire would participate in this war, but he later discovered that the soldiers of the Storm Empire did not seem to follow.

The opponent didn't seem to have the intention of using the soldiers of the Storm Empire to guard the rear and gather the main force to continue the attack.

Judging from these aspects, the other party seems to be not at ease with the armed forces of the Storm Empire, which is definitely good news.

This shows that the opponent has not fully digested the strength of the Storm Empire, and there is no way to directly arm the soldiers of the Storm Empire.

All in all, these things are good news for the Panshi Empire, and they are all news that is worthy of rejoicing.

These good news encouraged the top and bottom of the Rock Empire, and everyone felt that they had survived the most difficult time.

Only Fokker, only Fokker and the First Prince knew that once the other side had follow-up reinforcements, their defense line of the Panshi Empire would be in jeopardy.

"Your Majesty the Pope... If the other party gathers an army to attack again, we will rely on you and the power of the Holy See's Celestial Sword..." With a forced smile, Fokke raised the wine glass in front of him and pointed at his side The Pope respected: "I toast you!"

The Pope picked up the wine glass, and with a faint smile on his face, he agreed: "We are all from this world, so naturally we must unite and resist foreign enemies together!"

"It's just that what I'm worried about now is not their attack, but another move of theirs." While speaking, the pope pushed something in front of Fogg.

Fogg was stunned for a moment, then looked at the thing—it was a colorful plastic bag with some strange symbols on it, and a raccoon animal of indescribable style was drawn.

"This thing is called crispy noodles!" The pope explained to Fogg: "This thing is for eating.

Those false gods distributed these delicious food on a large scale in the Storm Empire! "

"Buying people's hearts!" Fogg directly grasped the point of the problem: "They are integrating their occupied areas! They want to stay here for a long time!"

"That's right! When they can mobilize the soldiers of the Storm Empire, they will have hundreds of thousands of troops at their disposal! This is no joke. When these soldiers of the Storm Empire join the battle, we will be very passive!" the Pope said. .

"Then what can we do?" Fogg asked quickly.

"Take the initiative to attack! Before the opponents have assembled, send troops to defeat them one by one! As long as the troops of the false gods are eliminated, the ordinary soldiers of the Storm Empire will be nothing to worry about!" The pope gave a plan.

Falk hesitated, and said: "Your Majesty... I have fought against those false gods from the Storm Empire... To be honest, if they come out in full force, it will not be easy to deal with!"

"How difficult can it be to deal with? We...have the Celestial Sword!" The Pope is still very confident in his own force.

The Celestial Sword is his greatest reliance, as long as he has the Celestial Sword in his hand, he can defeat any powerful enemy!

If it wasn't for the use of the Heavenly God Sword to consume the hard-earned and wonderful energy in his body, he might have unified the world long ago!

"If, if it's you..." As the general of the Rock Empire, Fokker is naturally well-versed in the world. He must speak with the Pope in his arms, but his tone of voice carries a sense of uneasiness no matter how you hear it .

The Pope didn't mind either. He also felt that only victory could dispel the doubts of a defeated player like Fogg. He also urgently needs a victory to consolidate his current position.

He was not alone in need of a victory. Just 17 kilometers away from the city, a human officer stood on a low hill and took off his white gloves.

He patted his trouser legs with white gloves, and ordered to his subordinates: "Get ready! Tell our enemies that we are coming!"

"Yes!" The subordinate stood at attention and saluted, and then grabbed the communication phone carried by the communication personnel beside him: "5 minutes later, start on time!"

A few seconds later, on the position covered with camouflage nets, a thick gun barrel was slowly lifted up. A loader pushed the 155 mm caliber shell into the barrel, and the sharp shell with the fuze installed happened to be stuck on the neat rifling line.

"Fire!" The next second, the gunner shouted loudly.