Chapter 706: Lanqi's Sad Battle

The second week of September in the solar calendar of 1798 was called the darkest seven days of the alliance by newspapers printed in various countries.

In just one week, under the purposeful encirclement of the twelve military gods, the Kingdom United Parliament Alliance lost nine eighth-level warriors.

The Kreiwen Empire did not hesitate to sacrifice its army to cooperate with the military gods in a suicidal attack, forcing the allies to dispatch reinforcements to the important areas. Then, once an eighth-level warrior was left alone on the way to transfer, the military gods would accurately lock and kill him in a three-on-one or seven-on-two mode.

Facing at least one military god with strong control, one strong attack, and one healing at the same time, no eighth-level warrior could escape.

Even the death of the great priest Loren came.

As for the military gods, they are still in full condition so far, and no eighth-level warriors of the alliance can effectively cause fatal injuries to them before they die.

…

On the vast land in the west of the southern continent, there is a superpower called Canberra.

It is not only the leader in comprehensive national strength among the many kingdoms in the southern continent, but also well-known for being the center of peace and stability for many years.

The headquarters of the Shadow World Management Association and the Card Creator Association of the Southern Continent have chosen to set up their headquarters here. Its vast territory is far beyond the easternmost Kingdom of Hutton in the Southern Continent.

Sloveni, the capital of the Kingdom of Canberra, is the highest meeting hall of the United Kingdom Parliament.

Its magnificent architecture seems to challenge the sky. The pure white walls are decorated with intricate hollow patterns. The sunlight shines through these exquisite openings and turns into countless golden lines, interweaving a magnificent picture of the Age of Gods in the space.

In the depths of this highest meeting hall, there is a confined space full of barriers and metal gates.

At this moment, several figures are sitting around the round table with solemn expressions.

On the smooth mirror-like surface in the center of the round table, there is a chess game with stars in the sky, reflecting every ray of light in the room.

"The twelve military gods have only one goal, that is, hunting the eighth level."

Someone broke the silence.

Every battle that the military gods participated in before was just an illusion. Conquering cities and territories was not their duty and the biggest threat.

The eighth-ranked national defenders are irreplaceable top combat power for any party, and only time can slowly repair it.

Or the military gods' blatant and precise siege of the eighth-ranked was a conspiracy.

Who leaked the whereabouts of the eighth-ranked?

Anyone can see that there is a problem with the top leaders of the United Kingdom Parliament.

The Kreiwen Empire wants the United Kingdom Parliament Alliance to know this.

Now everyone in the United Kingdom Parliament Alliance is in danger.

The residents of the allied countries no longer trust the parliament center.

The allied countries will no longer be willing to adopt high-risk strategies, but will inevitably choose the most stable strategy to preserve the top combat power of their own countries, no longer obey the dispatch of the United Kingdom Parliament, and risk falling into a trap to support other countries.

The corresponding result is that after the conservative strategic policy of the alliance was predicted by the Kreiwen Empire, the support between the kingdoms decreased, and the battle line began to officially collapse.

The air in the Supreme Council Hall was filled with a heavy atmosphere, and the faces of the figures present were serious, focused, and even nervous.

"Could it be that in addition to the information leaked from our side, the other side also has a super-standard fortune-teller?"

A figure spoke with worry.

The more they investigated internally, the more they were afraid. If they found one, there seemed to be another.

"In any case, the goal of the Krei Empire has been achieved. Once the crisis of trust is born, it can never be made up."

Another figure added.

The eyes of the parliamentarians flowed between each other, looking for each other's positions and ideas in silent communication.

"The Krei Empire only attacks and does not defend. The massacre-style tactics targeting civilians are actually threatening civilians to force us to strengthen our defense and the frequency of reinforcement dispatch."

Speaker Steven, who was sitting in the chief seat, pinched his eyebrows and asked for the opinions of other parliamentarians.

"And once reinforcement dispatch begins, there must be top strongmen to garrison key fortresses, otherwise the front line can only be withdrawn and the land will be handed over, and countless civilians will die at the same time to ensure the safety of the core combat power."

As a single high combat power, the eighth level moves much faster than the legion.

In a full-scale battle, they are equivalent to large legion units that can be quickly moved and dispatched.

The territory of the Kingdom United Parliament Alliance is too large, and the whereabouts of the Twelve Military Gods on the battlefield are unknown. People from the Krei Empire often disguise themselves as fake military gods, so that the real bodies of the military gods can go to cruise and attack.

They are now willing to kill the eighth-level of the alliance at all costs.

To defeat the eighth-level strongman who is almost stepping into the realm of gods, either the eighth-level will fight against the eighth-level.

Or rely on the army and large military city defense facilities, such as the Phantom Shock Tower, the Magic Sky-breaking Cannon, and the Sky Shield Formation, which can all cause sufficient effective damage to the eighth-level strongman.

Now a choice must be made.

The eighth-level is the combat power of the hero unit that cannot be replenished, and it also determines the flexibility of tactics.

Once the eighth-level of the Kingdom United Parliament Alliance is completely destroyed, the chances of winning this battle will become extremely slim.

"If we compress it further, it will be safe, but what about the residents who can't escape? Do we have to give up most of the land to the Kreihe Empire?"

The Supreme Council Chamber was silent for a long time, and finally a figure pounded the table angrily and asked.

"What should we do?"

"Just give it a try, concentrate all the superior forces, and attack the Kreihe Empire!"

"The Kraiyu Empire's style of play is so pretentious, it seems like they don't care whether we counterattack or not. They seem to be determined to tell us - if you dare to come, they dare to change."

"But be prepared to lose everything. If you fight like this, it will end soon. And if you are double-teamed from both sides, you will be in the worst situation."

The Creation Empire's mad-dog style of play, which only attacks but does not defend, makes it clear that they don't care about civilians. Correspondingly, they believe that the Kingdom United Council Alliance cares about civilians.

"What's more, now, even if we really intend to take a gamble, can we convince other countries to cooperate in participating in this plan?"

Until this question was raised, the Supreme Council fell into silence again.

Trust is gone, and it is impossible for all countries to agree to such a huge gamble, and if not all kingdoms work together, such a gamble will be meaningless.

After a long discussion.

at last.

The United Kingdom Parliament can only make a bitter decision.

To be on the safe side.

Countries will take the initiative to shrink their fronts and can no longer disperse their combat forces.

Only by giving up land can we increase the density of the army and defensive forces, while ensuring the safety of the eighth-level hero units, and allowing multiple eighth-level units to work together as much as possible.

Save the land and lose the people, everyone and the land will be lost. Save the people and lose the land, and everyone and the land will survive.

despite this.

This decision destined the United Kingdom Council to gradually give up its territory in the coming time, and civilians covering tens of millions of square kilometers also began the largest-scale flight and migration recorded in history...

…

A few days later.

Posen Kingdom.

District 1, South Bank of Huadu Parrieux.

At four o'clock in the afternoon in Lucerne Park on the banks of the Selena River, the afternoon autumn sun shines on the river, creating sparkling waves, as if it is covered with a layer of golden gauze, and the gentle breeze blows away the mist.

Regardless of the external war, the capital located in the hinterland of Posen is still a safe place for the time being.

A thin figure of a young man sat on a bench by the river bank.

He seemed to be in a daze, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, another person finally came and sat down next to him, minding his own business and opened the newspaper in his hand.

"Meet at the Selina River. It's a good time."

Nigel looked at the newspaper and muttered to himself.

He found Lan Qi, who had already changed into casual clothes when he arrived, dressed like an ordinary Huadu resident.

From that day on when he decided to help Lan Qi infiltrate the Creation Empire, he would never contact Lan Qi again as Lieutenant General Nigel.

"It's rare to have a sunny day."

Lan Qi moved his gaze from the river to Nigel beside him, smiled helplessly at Nigel and said.

"It's either raining or foggy during this period. I feel like my heart is getting rusty."

Nigel also sighed, his eyes unable to hide his tiredness.

The water of the Salina River roars with constant sound.

"It won't always be like this."

Lan Qi looked at Selina River again and murmured.

"I've already done it for you. Tomorrow you will go to the Creation Empire alone."

Nigel said as he flipped through the newspaper.

Lan Qi's shadow trembled, and a kitten popped out of it, and jumped onto Lan Qi's lap curiously.

"So sudden?"

it asked Nigel in surprise.

Logically speaking, Nigel promised to help Lan Qi get it done within a month.

"It's not sudden. I took the initiative to speed up the trip to Creju. There are important things to deal with."

Lan Qi touched the cat's head and replied.

Maybe the identity will be a little more difficult, for example, the age and occupation are quite different from what I expected, but I can go to Creation faster.

Even one day earlier could have saved many lives.

"If you want to come back, you can publish a painting of yours in the Creation Central Daily News. Someone will contact you and find a way to arrange for you to return to the Kingdom Alliance."

Nigel handed the newspaper in his hand to Ranchi.

Although it is just an ordinary newspaper, it contains the way Lanqi communicated with the spies of the Posen Kingdom in the Creju Empire.

He believed that Lan Qi could remember it after reading it once.

"I see."

Lanci took the newspaper.

"I look forward to the day when comradeship is commensurate again."

Nigel stood up, put on his hat again, and said to Ranch.

"Take care."

Following the instructions, he walked away without looking back.

In this war, every meeting may be the last.

In their line of work, once necessary, even life will not belong to them. Facing the invaders, death is not terrible. What is terrible is that death is meaningless.

"Take care of yourself."

Lan Qi said silently.

He gradually turned his attention to the newspaper in his hand and flipped through it.

Looking at the photo of Loren's remains in the newspaper, Lan Qi suddenly became excited.

Lan Qi finally stood up and stood by the river bank, beside the stone pillars connected by iron chains.

He recited the code silently, tore the key pages of the newspaper into pieces and threw them into the river.

When I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of the whistle blowing.

The announcement on the ship gradually became clearer——

"On September 17, 1798, at 4:30 pm Poisson time, South Asia's Quidanland Free Broadcasting Emergency Interruption."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have just received a battle report from the front line. The 2nd Chris Magic Armored Division encountered an attack by the enemy's 11th Heavy Cavalry Regiment in southeast Harrisonburg. After a day and night of fierce fighting, our troops suffered casualties. Heavy losses, about 60% of the soldiers and magic weapons were lost. At present, the battle line has been forced to retreat 30 kilometers west of the Yser River. At the same time, our 55th Infantry Division is also encountering the enemy on the Blount Heights. The 7th Mountain Division and the 1st Air Assault Special Forces are encircled and are in danger of being wiped out at any time."

"According to the battle report from the Supreme Headquarters, in the past 24 hours, a total of more than 25,000 members of the Kingdom Alliance Allied Forces were killed or missing. The enemy's advance was unstoppable. Starting from Holson in the south, they advanced all the way. Our army was retreating steadily along the way. . To the north, the enemy's 4th Army also broke through the blockade near the Province of Elis and headed straight for Port Austin."

"General Albion, the supreme commander of the South, delivered a speech this morning, calling on all Poisson soldiers and civilians to be united and vow to fight the invaders to the end. He emphasized that although we are in a difficult situation at the moment, as long as we persist in resisting, the dawn of victory will eventually come. Let's Let’s join hands to welcome the last dawn!”

The announcer's voice was choked with sobs, unable to suppress the sadness and anger in his heart.

The radio then played the passionate "Ode to Glory"——

"Forward, forward, brave warrior!"

"Hold high the banner of justice and truth."

"Use our blood and lives to compose an immortal hymn to heroes."

"It takes courage to die."

Lan Qi stood with his head lowered for a while and then returned to the dock.

He never said a word, sitting alone on the bench silently, facing the rising sun and sea breeze.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the slowly flowing river, dyeing the water surface golden yellow, and the clouds on the horizon are dyed crimson by the sunset, like the color of dawn.

Lan Qi was sitting alone on a bench, wearing a simple white shirt. His face was full of sadness and grievance, with tears in his eyes, and he looked into the distance unwillingly, as if reminiscing about his time in Ikerita. those times.

The music of the church behind me is gentle and distant, like I am groping for my way alone in the dark, but I don’t speak, I just move forward, not knowing how far away the light is.

The surrounding environment seemed particularly quiet because of his silence, with only the occasional chirping of birds and the voices of children in the distance.

There was a bench by the river in the sunset, and the breeze was blowing his hair and clothes, but he remained motionless.

"Lanqi Meow..."

The cat boss raised his paw and patted Lan Qi worriedly.

This was the first time it saw Lan Qi like this.

However, Lan Qi shook his head and signaled to Boss Cat that he was fine.

He picked up the kitten and looked into the distance.

"Looking at the best, Lanchimeow, Loren might not be dead yet. After all, he is so strong, he might have a way to escape. Moreover, the Creation Empire might just disclose the news of Loren's death to attack the Allies. And ,besides……"

Boss Cat didn't know how to comfort Lan Qi.

I could only take out the [Fake Slate - Wind] and put it into Lan Qi's hand, hoping that he would have some sustenance.

Although the strong men killed by the Twelve Gods of War would not leave any corpses behind, it does not mean that Loren still has hope of living just because he cannot see his body.

If you have this kind of hope, maybe you will suffer another more desperate blow when you see the war god of the Creaun Empire camp using [Primal Slate-Wind] one day.

Lan Qi looked at [Fake Slate - Wind], gradually tightened his grip, and then raised his head.

"I'm going to Creation, don't worry."

Lan Qi's emerald green eyes reflected the sunset, river waves, and the river bank on the other side.

"I'll keep at it."

"As long as we are on the same road, we will eventually meet."

"I will come to see you when I win."

he said firmly to himself.

"I will inherit Loren's name and carry out his will in the Creja Empire to the end."

I don’t know who he said this last sentence to, maybe to himself, maybe to the Kingdom of Hutton, maybe to the goddess of fate.

"..."

Boss Cat looked at Lan Qi.

As we all know, there are two Lorens in this world.

When Cousin Loren disappears, Li Loren will take action with all his strength.

"Wait Lan Qi, if he is not dead..."

Boss Cat suddenly felt a little worried.

It was afraid that even if Loren was still alive, Lanqi would be too cruel in the Creation Empire in his name, and would not dare to take the lead at that time.