life after marriage

Chapter 70

The news of Mitte's invasion of Moore spread throughout Moore in just three days.

The people who had been peaceful for too long were filled with righteous indignation at first, and the young people eagerly asked to join the army, full of enthusiasm and urgent need to vent.For a time, the whole country showed a momentum of united will.

One inch of mountains and rivers and one inch of blood, one hundred thousand young people and one hundred thousand soldiers.

The recruits who had only been trained for two weeks were pulled onto trucks and headed to the front line in batches.They discussed enthusiastically in the carriage, with a bit of a heroic spirit of "the mast and scull vanished into ashes". Their young eyes sparkled, full of longing and awe.

But many things cannot be done with blood alone.

When they got to the battlefield, what they saw far exceeded their expectations.The fleets of the two sides are fighting each other?No.Soldiers fighting fiercely in the trenches, encouraged by trumpeters?nor.

The densely packed sky is full of Miter's fleet. The ammunition carried by these planes seems to be endless. When they fly across the sky, the pouring ammunition overturns the soil, and the sky is full of dust.

Under such intensive artillery fire, there is no chance to even show up, let alone fight.After the artillery fire plowed the ground over and over again, the enemy would come out to check whether there were any missing Moorish soldiers.

Then he was shot on the spot.

The only thing Moore can rely on is the cat ear hole dug out before the war. When the enemy's artillery fire hits, all the members hide in the cat ear hole. They will not go out of the cat ear hole until Mitte's soldiers want to enter the battlefield. Swarming out of the hole - a very helpless way, but only by virtue of this way can Mitt's attack be barely resisted.

The recruits finally understood why they were sent to the front line after only two weeks of training, and why the recruitment task was so urgent just after the war started—there was a clear difference between the weapons of the two sides, and they could only take human lives. fill.

No matter how big the blood is, it will be consumed by the cruel environment of cat ear piercing.Day after day, the artillery bombarded the land. In such an environment, the tension of death and the noise ravaged the limit of nerves all the time. Soon some people suffered from "cat ear syndrome", and their consciousness was very clear. , but could not control their bodies, some were incontinent, and some fell into hallucinations. When they left the battlefield, even the slightest sound could wake them up from their sleep.

——Even after paying such a high price, they are gradually retreating. Moore's battle line has crossed one-third of the country's territory and is still advancing inward.

For a time, Moore's whole country fell into panic.

"Sir, what should we do?"

The emperor of Moore - His Majesty Lobier, who is now [-] years old, looks much older than a few days ago.He half-closed his eyes and asked his commander-in-chief, with an extremely tired expression: "I want to know how long we can resist."

"One month."

"So short?"

"No, Your Majesty." There was an indescribable expression on the soldier's resolute face, like perseverance, but also like the last determination in a desperate situation, "This is the time for the enemy to step over our corpses."

In the dead hall, a sudden "beep" sound seemed so abrupt.

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Yan Jing sat down panting, and turned on the miniature optical brain installed in the communication device.

He cracked the barrier and connected directly to the king's communicator.

"Your Majesty, this is the forefront of the battle line, Al Ain Town, I am Yan Jing."

"... Yan Jing?"

The face of the commander-in-chief of the three armies came closer: "You——you dare to throw yourself into a trap?"

"Sir, maybe you want to see—"

"Your escape from Sherol Island is a death sentence—no one can trample on the representatives of the Supreme Law!"

"..."

The frowning emperor lightly patted the commander-in-chief on the shoulder: "Bru, you still can't get rid of this problem." Then he turned his head, and an unprecedented serious expression appeared on his always kind and friendly face: "Yan... Commander, please report the situation on the front line."

The ground trembled, and there was a continuous sound of explosions in the distance, like fireworks blooming. Yan Jing poked his head out and took a look. Finally, a smile appeared on his face covered with stains and blood. He said in a mysterious tone : "Perhaps it would be better for you to see it with your own eyes."

Yan Jing's face moved away on the screen, and the camera slowly extended out of the window. When the camera gradually focused, an incredible expression gradually appeared on the king's face.

On the river in the distance, stretching for hundreds of meters, there are shipwrecks. The ship made a hoarse "creaking" sound, broke from the middle, and then slowly sank into the sea in a thick smoke.

The dark clouds that had lasted for several days finally gradually dissipated, and a ray of sunlight poured down from the middle, which just happened to shine on the devastated Al Ain Town.In a trance, it seems to see the color of hope.

"They were too scared, so they surrounded all the ships. I put a bomb on the bottom of the middle ship—well, the captain is probably going to be dismissed."

Although the words were very light, the emperor's experienced eyes had already seen Yan Jing's right hand. Although it was bound with a bandage, it was obviously not a serious injury. The scars spread all the way to the shoulder, and there were burn marks on his face.

"Captain Yan."

"exist."

The emperor took a deep look at him: "The support troops will arrive in the town of Al Ain soon. Before that, please pay attention to your safety—you can't die there."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

There was another roar in the distance, which was the sound of the arrival of the fleet.Yan Jing's face tightened, and he quickly stood up from the ruins.Nothing can be seen on the camera.

"Your Majesty, you can't do this!" The commander-in-chief shouted excitedly, "Sherol Island is a symbol of the law, and no one is allowed to be trampled on!"

"Bru, he alone is an army." The emperor said calmly, but his shining eyes revealed his unsettled mood: "You know how important the town of Al Ain is, as long as it is still there, We have a chance to fight back!"

"but!"

"No buts!"

Once a calm and gentle person broke out, his deterrent effect would never be low. The commander-in-chief looked at the emperor blankly - he hadn't seen the emperor excited for a long time.

"Bru, I know you still remember that." The emperor breathed out, "Your child was imprisoned on Sherol Island...it was 30 years ago." He patted the boss The commander's shoulders trembled, "When the war is over, let him come out——I can't blame him for that incident."

The only child was imprisoned on Sherroll Island, and it became all the more intolerable that anyone could escape there.

"...Thank you, Your Majesty."

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When the days of endless artillery fire passed, on an inconspicuous front, the soldiers could finally sleep.

In the dense fleet of aircraft in the sky, a helicopter is particularly different-this is the latest model, and this is the first one to be taken out of the production line of the military factory.

"What a masterpiece..."

The doctor with emerald green eyes looked lovingly at the man sitting next to him, sitting in a corner with his head bowed deeply, motionless in a manner that at first glance might have been a statue.

"Did you see the people below?" The doctor lifted the man's chin and said into his deep red eyes, "Ed, I want you to kill them and leave none behind."

The moment these words fell, the red pupils suddenly lit up, as if injected with life, those eyes became bright red and clear, like the most beautiful blood glass, breathtakingly magnificent.

"Yes, father."

The male named "Ed" stood up stiffly. At first, his movements were like rusty machines, but gradually became smoother as he moved.He stretched out his hand, picked up a dagger from one side, and jumped down from a height of hundreds of meters.

The night wind blew his hair, and he could vaguely see his expression, the curve of his lips was like the scythe of death.

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