Chapter 607

Three months later, the former capital of rurnah, mozwa.

The morning breeze flows in the air, bringing mist and cool in the distance.

In fact, the city wall is almost full of soldiers and extraordinary people. They are well dressed, armed with guns and swords. They are wearing the best armor in the frost Union. They are not only light, but also defensive.

Now the soldiers in the city are gathering on the wall of the city, which stretches for more than ten kilometers, and they are looking out of the city.

In the morning mist filled wilderness, we can see the neat and terrible square array from the slightly exposed outline. Even the tip of the iceberg occasionally exposed in the cloud also shows the huge number of people.

When 100 people line up, people will feel very neat and beautiful. When 1000 people line up, people will feel very brave. When 10000 people line up, people will feel a heavy sense of oppression. When 100000 people line up for several kilometers, fill your field of vision and trample on the earth, there will be a sense of shock and suffocation.

In the end, when the number reaches 1 million, the advancing army will be like endless mountains and fields. The waving flags will fluctuate like a real ocean, and the sense of personal existence will be swallowed up by the despairing vastness.

It's hard to imagine how such a huge army and soldiers can be so neat and consistent. Under the terrible discipline, each standing posture and long gun is like cast iron. The rows of sharp spear blades and armor reflect the shocking sparkling light, the ocean of steel, the wave of blade, and endless layers of military array in the twilight.

Even if these troops have not yet attacked, they just stand quietly on the field outside the city. The sense of oppression, like the sky falling down, is in the hearts of all the defenders.

"Do I... We... Really... Want to fight against such... Enemies?" A young soldier's teeth trembled and asked his companion. Even the excellent muskets and armor in his hand could not bring him any sense of security.

"I pray... Don't do that." Next to the soldiers, trembling deep breathing, and then close their eyes praying, hoping that the above big man can simply admit defeat. After all, they used to be members of the Xuehua seven countries. They should not abuse their opponents like the green empire.

On the other side, on the twelve clock tower of mozwa, several faction representatives in dark clothes look at the scene in the distance.

"Has this day come at last?" The voice of a mage's representative is sad, lost and sad.

"Clancia's 1.2 million troops have surrounded the whole city, and we have no choice but the south coast."

"I'm afraid the sea route is just another abyss. Don't forget our old friends and opponents, the people of the little moon Council, must be waiting for us at sea. "

"I'm afraid that even if you ask your highness of serial 9 to come down, it will be irreparable. According to our intelligence and the faint perception outside the city, there is also a four digit sequence 9 behind the other side's array. "

"The new Pope has also come. Although the church can't interfere in the secular world, she can take over the name of the sages' Association and stop some of our adults from coming down."

"In this way, our last resistance seems to have turned into a joke, ha ha... Ha ha." Laughing with bitterness and coughing, the mage was afraid of hitting the guardrail in front of him, and tears fell on his old face.

"Why, why, in the end." Voice with imitation of loss, loss, unwilling.

"Is it necessary for us to cut off the inheritance of more than ten generations of theories and ideas?" Another representative of the mage was sitting on a chair with his back against the cold wall, looking at the dome in the tower, and the scenes of the past came to mind.

He was naive and lively in his childhood, proud of being praised by his parents when he was young, proud of being a master when he was young, and happy when he married his teacher's daughter. He became a new leader of the school, greatly expanded the progress of technology, and enjoyed the large-scale promotion of his creation in China.

What a wonderful and smooth thing it used to be, but it's going to break up like a dream and sink into the abyss with this country.

Different from the ordinary mages in the lower level and middle level, the leaders of these factions, the peak of the power of the rurnas, the advocators and initiators of the war, are doomed not to be forgiven by the enemy. Once the cold frost joint war is defeated, they will have no shelter. Even if you escape here, the accompanying mice will be chased by the enemy until the end of your life.

"No, no, no! We can't accept such a failure. There must be a way out. There must be a way out. " His voice was painful, unwilling and crazy.

"I'm going to see those two Highnesses." The representative of the faction stumbled down the stairs and ran to a secret corner of the city.

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Outside the city, when the sun slowly rises from one side of the horizon, the faint glow pierces the mist on the field, and the gun tips and armor all over the mountains are also reflected in the sunlight.

At the top of these flagpoles are banners like banners, with pure white as the bottom and gold as the edge. In the middle is the emblem of clancia. At the same time, there are bright red streamers on both sides of the banner.

With the sea breeze blowing slightly, this flag opens a slanting arc in the air. The red ribbon shows the track of the wind and makes a strong wind sound. And such banners and flags, arranged in a line, are like a wind curtain, drowning everyone's field of vision.

Every hundred meters, there is a line of banners, like a wind curtain, one layer after another. Under these white gold wind banners, there is an endless array of iron soldiers.

In the face of countless legions with extremely poor vision, many of the defenders began to shake their legs and stand unsteadily, as if they would be crushed to pieces by this desperate army at any time.

At this point, with the bleak and distant bugle sounded, these stand like iron cast army slowly forward.

Step on——

The sound of neat footstep is like the huge hammer in the hand of God, beating the uneven earth. And with the advance of these soldiers, the flag also moved forward, like an avalanche of mountains and seas, bringing shock and oppression.

On the vast field, mana's glow is continuous, and the turbulent magic is like a boiling sea of fire. Even if there are many magic guns and mages shooting at the city, such an attack is like throwing stones in the sea, which is immediately crushed and submerged.

Even the Grand Army that Roland, the founder of the west wind, did not reach, was reached by a new country just a few years after the west wind burst.

It's just like the poem.

Banners, like the wind, form a white ocean over the wilderness.

And they go to glory and faith, to the end of the world.