"Uh-huh"

Perhaps it was just exposed to anesthesia and had not fully adapted to the waking body, so it fell when it got out of bed.

Looking at that pitiful expression, Luo Yu couldn't help but step forward and stretched out his hand to support Xiao Yu, who looked like he was drunk.

"Be careful, you...I won't run away." "Uh-huh!"

The tentacles wrapped around the nearby arm, Xiaoyu rubbed his chest with her head, and her aggrieved expression turned into satisfaction.

Looking at that naive look, Luo Yu felt that all the dark clouds and confusion in his heart were swept away. Just like the birth and death of a person, the cycle of life will not change because of likes or dislikes. What is supposed to come will come one day.

.

No matter what the future will be like, at least this little guy is extremely dependent on him now. Maybe...

You should also believe in it more.

With a common memory, they can face the unknown future together.

"I know..." After touching Xiaoyu's slippery head, Luoyu looked at Heya who was standing next to him and said firmly, "Even if it turns into another form of life in the end, I won't regret it."

…I will take care of it until the end.”

"I'm glad you think so."

Heya showed a smile on her face, looked at this brave young man, and patted his shoulder. "Come on.'

On the edge of Oasis No. 2, Bicester Town is surrounded by concrete and iron barrels.

Wedelir, standing next to the bunker, held a telescope in his hand and nervously looked at the endless sand dunes in the distance.

The soldiers standing aside also looked nervous.

In just three days, at least tens of thousands of soldiers from legions have passed through here, but no one is willing to stay and stand with them.

The new defense line is on the edge of Oasis No. 2. Compared with concrete fortifications, General Griffin seems to be more inclined to rely on the "river embankments" left over from the Prosperity Era for defense.

However, this also means that this fortress outside the oasis has lost its function.

What disappointed Wedlier was not only that no one helped them, but also that no one told him what to do next.

They were completely abandoned...

At this moment, a messenger trotted over. "Report! Order from the general headquarters -" Upon hearing that voice, Wedelier's eyes instantly filled with joy.

It was like a straw floating in front of a drowning man. Even though he knew that there was little hope of retreat, he still desperately reached out and grabbed the collar of the messenger.

"Quick! Tell me! What did Master Griffin say?"

The messenger tremblingly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Wedelier's hand.

Sensing something amiss from the messenger's face, Wedelier quickly let go of his hand holding his collar and snatched the paper from his hand.

[...From now on, the defenders of Bicester Fortress will close all checkpoints on the east side and must defend the fortress for more than fifteen days to wait for reinforcements to arrive]

[Note: In times of crisis, supplies and fuel in the warehouse need to be burned. Officers of centurion and above are allowed to reduce the number of troops in the army.

After 90% or more of the members surrendered.]

After reading the last line of the telegraph newspaper, Wedelier's face looked as if it had been painted with a layer of white paint, without a trace of blood.

No one will be pulled back from the front line anymore. This has become the new front line. Those Wilant people have completely abandoned them...

Wedelier's face gradually turned from pale to despair, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. At this moment, a strong bad feeling crept into his heart.

A messenger came rushing from the southeast. Before he could salute, the man shouted in a hurry. "Tanks! Alliance tanks! They are advancing towards our position from the southeast! Wedelir subconsciously asked."

"How many vehicles?"

"I don't know... maybe fifty, maybe a hundred or more." The orderly soldier stammered. When the sergeants and soldiers standing nearby heard the words, they all took a breath and unconsciously

The ground held its breath. A hundred tanks!

The last unit to withdraw from here took away almost all the Panzerfaust rocket launchers. Their anti-tank weapons combined probably didn't even have a hundred rounds of ammunition!

Wedelir felt like his heartbeat had stopped for a moment, and he stood there helplessly. There were only three hundred defenders in the entire Bicester Fortress.

Even if he included those workers who had not received military training, he could not assemble a team of a thousand people. Those anti-tank piles could not stop the torrent of steel from the Alliance.

Those people don't even need to rush in, just stop outside and bombard them with tanks for a few rounds, and they will suffer heavy casualties... The adjutant standing aside looked at Wedelier nervously. "Sir... what should we do?" "What?

What to do...what to do...I also want to ask what the hell to do!"

Suddenly, Wedelier was like an oil drum with a cigarette butt thrown away, suddenly erupting in front of everyone's astonished eyes. "These big-nosed beasts, cowards, useless things! They will only retreat at the critical moment."

, let us top the front

The more Wedelier spoke, the angrier he became, his emotions became more and more agitated, and his whole face turned red.

Since this war has started, all experienced officers have been transferred to the front line. It is said that even the retinues have been appointed captains of ten, and the rank of centurion has been thrown into the regular army.

A logistics captain like him who was brought up to make up the numbers has never even touched a gun a few times. How can he use it to fight people from the alliance?

"...and that Griffin! That liar who tells lies, we have followed them through hard times for more than ten years, and this is what we got in exchange for this result?! Where are the reinforcements from Triumph City? Tens of thousands of Conqueror tanks

What? This is what he calls invincible."

No longer able to hide the anger in his heart, he cursed the Wilant people who were usually not allowed to be offended under the stunned gaze of his followers.

From the Willant soldiers to the Griffin, he cursed everyone who could name them. If there wasn't enough spit, he would have wished to spit on everyone.

Seeing pairs of eyes staring at him, Wedelier took a deep breath and calmed down. After a long time, he calmly issued the first order. "Lower the flag of the legion." All the soldiers and sergeants looked at each other.

, no one dared to move, not even move their legs. Wedelier found with embarrassment that no one here listened to him at all.

Fortunately, at this moment, there was suddenly a dense muffled thunder in the distance, followed by a whooshing sound through the air and an explosion of fire that bloomed on the defense line in the southeast corner of Bicester Town.

Just as he expected.

Those concrete anti-tank piles and bunkers are simply not enough to withstand the Alliance's torrent of steel. The Alliance will not shoot up the infantry to attack their bunkers, but choose to blow them up outside the range.

I don’t know what they were carrying on the tracks.

I saw a flash of blue arc on the bifurcated gun barrel, and the half-meter-thick concrete wall was blasted away, leaving only half-stretched steel bars hanging on the stone.

The soldiers squatting behind the concrete head wall were directly stabbed into sieves by the broken concrete, not to mention the old-fashioned machine guns mounted on the bunkers.

Subconsciously lowering his head to avoid the flying sand, Videlier screamed and roared like a hamster whose tail was stepped on.

"What are you waiting for? The Vaillant people have abandoned us. Do you want to be buried with those cowards? For the sake of the spirit of the sand sea, lower the flag quickly... Just find any white one.

Hang things up quickly

Facing Wedelier's roar, the sergeants and soldiers standing nearby finally took action, hurriedly rushed to the highest point of the fortress, and pulled down the legion flag hanging on it.

However, at this moment, the soldiers who were lowering the flag suddenly discovered that there was nothing around that could serve as a white flag. At this moment, someone suddenly mentioned that Lord Wedelier's shirt seemed to be white, so they became furious again.

He rushed back to Wedelier's side, stripped him naked regardless of his objections, and finally completed the Lord's order.

The Warlords of the Vaillant people had already withdrawn with the last evacuation troops, and no one stopped their betrayal.

The reason why I didn't take action before was just out of the honor of the military and loyalty to the royal family... As for now.

Even nobles like Wedelier, who "regarded glory as life", had surrendered, so they naturally had no reason to continue to persevere.

I just hope that the alliance will indeed treat the prisoners as kindly as the rumors say, and will not embarrass little people like them who can't help themselves...

"Tch, why did you vote?"

Mole, half of his body exposed on the tank turret and holding a telescope in his hand, saw the white flag rising in the distance and clicked his tongue unhappily.

The day before yesterday, people from the Death Corps were bragging on the forum, saying they could capture a city in two hours.

After asking the brothers in the field about the strategic deployment of Bicester Town, he originally planned to take the brothers to show up.

He was holding his hand, but as soon as he fired a round of artillery, a white flag was raised on the other side.

This is too overwhelming

Not far away, a disheveled man led a few soldiers and walked out from behind the bombed checkpoint with his hands raised.

The waving gesture seemed to implore them not to shoot. Not interested in slaughtering the unarmed, the Mole waved his hand.

Three armed trucks covered with steel plates drove past and stopped in front of the disheveled man. Irena, who was holding a submachine gun, jumped out of the truck first and was about to make fun of the officer-looking man in front of her.

The man suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop.

He pressed his forehead tightly against the ground, ignoring the sand and ash on the ground, and choked with tears and runny noses under the surprised gazes of everyone.

"...Holy Spirit of the Sand Sea, you are finally here."

Irena was stunned by his smooth movements and was stunned on the spot.

When he swallowed the teasing, he looked at the Elf King Fugui next to him with a strange look on his face. "What the hell, what's going on here?"

Brother Fugui also looked at him in confusion. "I don't know..." The players who got off the car all looked confused.

This man was crying so miserably, as if he had been greatly wronged, that they were embarrassed to laugh at these guys. Wedelir secretly glanced at the stunned soldiers, and felt relieved when he saw that no shots were fired.

His tone and expression on his face were still filled with grief and anger, and he kowtowed his head with tears and runny noses, complaining.

"The younger one is a baron from the Falcon Kingdom. His name is Wedelier. His ancestors have been running farms in the nearby oasis for generations. He is an old man.

Farmers who do their duty, have been living a life without fighting against the world...until one day, the Weiland people came here." "Those big noses deceived us with their sweet words, hijacked our Majesty and his court, and occupied us.
To be continued...