Chapter 1168 Dur

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The outer defense line of the capital of the Achaemenid Empire.

The Pan-Pacific Empire's offensive was surprisingly rapid. Although the Achaemenids did not despise the Pan-Pacific Empire because of their steady retreat on the eastern battlefield, the Achaemenids' military level was not high. Now that a large amount of resources are pouring into the Ring Capital defense line, but the defense line has collapsed, their weakness is inevitable.

Under indiscriminate bombardment, the soldiers resisted the enemies who had climbed up the thousand-year-old wall, and repaired the gaps blown by the Black Khitan reinforced warriors.

When a gap could not be filled, an Achaemenid soldier would carry a large amount of explosives.

These soldiers who do not carry any weapons or wear any armor will gather together, kneeling on the ground, staring at the impossible gap pointed by the psionic master.

When the psionic master deems the time to be best, he nods to the soldiers.

The soldiers then closed their eyes and prayed for a second.

"My ancestors protect me."

After praying, he stood up and rushed towards the gap in the high wall.

The warriors of the Pan-Pacific Empire will be attacked when they kill all the Achaemenids near the gap and take a rest to prepare for the next attack. The indestructible attack of a large number of Achaemenids will blow up the gap and use it to crush the enemy. Shi buried himself and the enemy's splattered flesh and blood together.

In the areas where the high wall defenses were bombarded indiscriminately, the Achaemenids who suffered the most violent bombing and offensive were the most excited because they knew that their emperor was on the city wall.

Emperor Durr walks on the high wall.

His guard of battle psykers has been dispatched to the soon-to-be-conquered area.

He wore the most eye-catching costumes.

An extremely gorgeous emperor's robe, full of the traditional style of the Achaemenid Empire. He hated this robe because it was very heavy and made it difficult to move. But today he wore this robe and arrived at the place where he was attacked. He was on the high wall of the capital so that others could see him at a glance and see the figure of the empire's supreme ruler under enemy fire.

"Your Majesty, we must retreat to the fortress on the high wall, now!"

"we have to……"

"Must go to the fort!"

Duer's personal bodyguard no longer cared about etiquette and roared at his king in a roaring tone. Only in this way could his voice reach the emperor's ears amidst the explosion of the shell when it hit the ground.

But Duer remained unmoved and walked calmly, as if strolling in the garden of a palace.

A cannonball fell.

The emperor's bodyguard immediately fell to the ground.

The debris and soil stirred up by the explosion rained down on the emperor's heavy ceremonial robes.

Duer was still walking with his hands behind his back, spitting out the stones in his mouth, and then continued to pace forward.

The personal guard got up from the ground and followed him. Another explosion made him fall to the ground subconsciously. In his vision shaken by the explosion, the figure of Emperor Durr was blurred in the smoke.

A gust of wind blew away the smoke and dust, and Duer's figure appeared in the guard's field of vision again, but it was covered with a lot of dust.

"His Majesty!"

The guard yelled loudly.

Duer seemed not to hear and continued to walk forward calmly.

He walked through the thick of the fighting, amid hail of bullets.

He passed a gap where mountains of Pan Pacific corpses were piled.

In this fierce war, he was like an outsider, walking calmly and naturally on the battlefield, going to the most dangerous places, like a tourist.

The guards could no longer keep up with the emperor.

Duer came alone to the city defense fire point on the high wall.

The city defense firepower is intercepting the missiles flying all over the sky.

In the distant ruins of the residential area outside the capital, Black Khitan warriors wearing thick black armor were guarding a huge cannon and approaching the high wall of the capital.

Under the protection of the transformed warriors, the artillery was smoothly deployed twenty kilometers away and then opened fire.

Duer's gaze retracted from twenty kilometers away, and in an instant, a light spot appeared in his field of vision.

The light spot is getting closer and bigger.

Duer moved his fingers.

A psychic barrier rose in front of the fire point. The beam released by the Pan-Pacific Empire's cannon hit the barrier, and then dissipated in front of the instantly frozen fire point.

At that moment of life and death, the light stung everyone's eyes, but Duer, wearing a dirty tattered ceremonial robe, stood tall in the light.

"For Durkanain!"

The soldiers in the turret shouted, and they put their hands back on the extremely cold operating table. They gritted their teeth and continued to unleash firepower on the enemy, completely ignoring the fact that their skin and metal were sticking together in the cold.

Duer calmly lowered his gaze.

He looked at the soldier who had just subconsciously fallen to the ground out of fear.

The soldier looked at the emperor guiltily.

The emperor held out his hand.

The soldier took the emperor's hand and stood up, then rushed to the small fire platform near the fire point.

Duer continued to pace forward calmly.

The Achaemenid leader turned a blind eye as shells fell around him.

After walking to the north of the city, a clerk crawled on the ground up the high wall, crawled to Durr's feet, and then picked up a document containing the latest progress of the military meeting and presented it to Durr.

"My destiny does not end here."

Duer reached for the document, looked at it, and said.

"And neither is your destiny, which is why I chose you to be the messenger. Have no fear."

Of course the clerk believed Dur's words, but despite his fear, he still lay on the ground.

After reading for a while, Dur put the document back in the clerk's hand: "Tell the army of the double-headed eagle that if they are not willing to lend a hand, they can leave now while the capital is not surrounded."

"Civilians..." The clerk just said two words, and was frightened by the flying gravel and shut up for two seconds, and then continued, "Civilians are gathering, they want to join the war..."

Dur pulled the clerk up from the ground, and then walked to the edge of the inner side of the high wall, overlooking the interior of the capital hundreds of meters below.

Civilians are gathering on the street.

Some people are organizing the excavation and rescue of the ruins of the bombed areas in the city.

Some people are queuing up to receive weapons and prepare to participate in the defensive operations.

Even the teachers in the school and the old scholars in the society took off their robes, put on the uniforms of the Achaemenid Army, tied a golden ribbon to mark themselves as untrained combatants, ready to participate in this war.

Among them, there are some people who question the significance of the emperor's existence.

When Dur, the Achaemenid emperor, appeared in people's sight, wearing a dirty and tattered robe, people raised the emperor's coat of arms and cheered.

Dur turned and looked at the clerk: "If those people with the double-headed eagle cannot reach an agreement with the delegation and want to evacuate, please ask them to take the children with them."