The Three Hundred and Two Wars Are Coming

"Darling, can't we not go?" An old woman asked in a depressed mood as she watched her husband stuff some clothes and some bottles with strange liquids into her luggage. .

"My dear, some things...have to be done by someone after all." The old man's hair was not long and he had a beard, but it was half gray.

"You've been in seclusion for so many years, and you haven't even revived Greken's magic eye before." The old woman hummed with dissatisfaction.

"Old lady, you know, with the old man Lonsadleigh, there won't be any trouble with Gricken." The old man smiled and sat beside the old woman and said, "This time is different, really Different."

The old woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and snorted again: "Humph! Now that you're gone, when will you be back?"

"Why does it take me 30 days to get to Seris when I go? Actually, I'm just going to help and see if... I can save some people." The old man comforted: "It's my turn to fight, it's still unlikely. of."

"Don't lie to me!" The old woman was reluctant, twisted for a moment, and threatened fiercely: "You go and come back to me honestly! Otherwise, I will take our son, grandson, great grandson, great grandson with me. Son... go to Elan Hill to find you!"

"Yes, yes... I'll go back when I go! I'll go back when I go." The old man flattered and comforted: "Ivan still come with me. If he's here, don't worry about me."

The old woman snorted again, then snatched the magic supplement from the old man's hand: "What are you going to pack? Go away and feed Ivan! Come back and have dinner and then go together."

"It's up to you at home, dear." The old man stood up with a smile, shook his dirty short shirt, and walked out of the room.

He walked to the door and picked up a wooden barrel, which was bloody and full of fresh meat. These unidentified flesh exudes a light blue light, and at first glance it looks like the flesh of Warcraft...

Walking out of the door, walking into the yard, and driving away the flies around the barrel, the old man emptied the meat in the barrel on a flat slate, and said, "Ivan! Have a good meal! We want Off to Ireland Hill."

At this time, the huge figure coiled on the ground began to slowly wriggle, and the scales that were as dense as a fishing net trembled, even reflecting a bright light.

A huge head protruded out of the curled body, and with just one bite, he swallowed all the meat with magical aura on the not-so-small slate into his own mouth.

The sharp teeth bit the huge chunk of meat, and he swallowed it without even chewing it. When looking up to devour these meats, this huge creature spread its wings, blocking the light of the sun behind him at once.

"Ah! The air is getting more and more comfortable recently! This strong magical atmosphere! And this magical food! It's so good!" his head exclaimed in admiration.

"I can feel the huge energy emanating from that magical eye in the east! Where are we going? You are such a good person! I'm over there, maybe I can evolve into a real dragon!" The dragon stretched out a bit He crawled down, stuck his head on the ground and stretched his head towards the old man, and said, "Have you decided to make a move?"

"I think if the situation worsens, I should at least bring back that young man named Alan Hill Chris! He shouldn't die, at least he shouldn't die now!" The old man seemed to be saying something very light.

"Okay! I can't let your old bone fly over by itself!" The long tongue licked his sharp teeth, and the giant dragon said helplessly: "I am also an old bone, I didn't expect It's been so long, you're still not old enough."

The old man smiled, turned and walked back: "It's not that I don't accept the old man, it's that this world is too wonderful, I want to see more."

When he walked back to the door of his house, the old woman was already waiting for him at the door with her luggage: "The clothes are on the innermost layer, and outside is the highest-grade magic supplement you purified... On the left is the food to eat. , with gold coins on the right."

"What can I do without you?" the old man said with emotion.

"Yeah, without me, you might starve to death by the table because you are too addicted to reading!" The old woman handed the white robe hanging on her arm to her husband: "I hope someone in this world remembers you."

"Huh!" He put the robe directly over the slightly dirty short shirt, and fastened it according to the style of Gricken. He took off the long sword full of inscriptions hanging there from the wall, hung it on his waist, and then took the luggage from the old woman - after everything was ready, the old man pushed the door and walked out. room.

Outside the house, the giant dragon has stretched out its huge body and is ready to take off. The old man floated up, landed gently on the dragon's back, waved to the old woman, and then rose into the air.

...

In Ferry City, a tense atmosphere pervaded the position, and all the soldiers were waiting, waiting for a big battle to break out here.

With lunch boxes filled with rice and canned meat, the young armored soldiers enjoyed a sumptuous lunch leaning on their sand-stained tank shock absorbers.

Because it is close to the most prosperous area of ​​Ireland Hill, the supply here is so sufficient that it can be described as an exaggeration.

When the floodwaters receded, just the various intact cans scattered in the ferry city were enough for the 15th Army and other reinforced troops to live a good life.

The 201st Armored Division was temporarily strengthened to the 15th Army. The entire armored division has just finished training, the morale is high, the equipment is neat, and the combat effectiveness is still very guaranteed.

Opposite the young tank soldiers, several infantrymen from nearby positions also came over and were enjoying their own food. The supplies of these soldiers themselves should not be as good as those of the tank and armored soldiers, but they also enjoyed over-standard treatment.

In fact, with the perfect railway line and air transport support, Ferry City is also backed by Maine and Serris, the core cities of Ireland Hill, and the replenishment speed is very fast.

Therefore, the 15th Army did not even have to worry about insufficient supplies, no need to save and reserve, they only needed to consume, and the supplies delivered the next day were guaranteed to be more than they consumed.

While enjoying their own food, these soldiers were excitedly discussing possible battles with demons. The lively eating of a few people was a bit out of tune with the more depressing and tense atmosphere around.

On the slightly soft soil, a squad leader sitting cross-legged chewed the muscles in his mouth and said vaguely: "Before the demons come ashore, they will be shelled and bombed in the sea... I think, if they don't have that much Too many, they can't even rush in front of us."

"Look at the 130-meter-wide minefield over there! I think we're a little too nervous?" A soldier beside him nodded in agreement.

"It's okay, it's okay to be nervous! Just follow the previous plan, and there will be no trouble." The young soldier said, holding the AK-47 assault rifle in his arms, swallowing the food in the lunch box.

These cans were originally supposed to be shipped to the south for sale, but now, they have all become unowned items picked up by these soldiers. Ailan Hill was not stingy, and left these goods directly and distributed them to the soldiers of the 15th Army.

In addition to canned meat, there are also canned fish, a specialty of Ferry City, which allows many soldiers who rarely open meat to enjoy an unimaginable happy time-they have not seen the devil, but have seen heaven...

Several soldiers said one sentence to another, and then looked up to see the MiG-21 fighter jets whizzing past in the sky.

These fighter jets skim the battlefield so low that one can even see the sharp-edged air-to-air missiles mounted under the wings.

After suffering the loss, the Airland Hill Air Force no longer used old-fashioned fighter jets to entangle with demons, so more and more MiG-21s began to be dispatched. They gave full play to their advantage in attack distance, and after hitting air-to-air missiles, they To retreat, dozens of sorties have been dispatched.

These frontline soldiers don't know yet that the headquarters of the 15th Army is already busy. The number of demons who are about to land and gather in Ferry City far exceeds the previous estimate.

The news of applying for a nuclear strike offshore has been sent to Seris, and the old general Medeas, who was once confident in his defense line, now does not know how long he can stop these demons.

The choice of the big man is unknown to the little man, so the soldiers here are still happy that they can eat a bite of beef, and they are still excited about their strong soldiers.

"My name is Marvin. I used to be a carpenter. Later, the tables and chairs from the big factory were so cheap that I lost my job. I was a soldier last year..." The squad leader showed his calloused palms and approached the man opposite with a smile. The tank soldier said a few words.

Their position is to cover the tanks in front of them for counterattacks, so they communicate in advance, and if necessary, they can also take care of each other.

After swallowing the meat in his mouth, the tank soldier grinned, and his friendly face made people feel very friendly: "Me? My home is in Naru City, and it's a TV in the largest home appliance mall there. Machine salesperson!"

After the young man finished speaking, he put the lid on the empty lunch box, and stuffed it into a glove box above the engine compartment of the tank without washing it. Then he climbed into the tank and said, "This is mine. tank!"