Ride and Cut

Preparations before the war proceeded in an orderly manner.

　　 Brigade Ripper fighters are recalled from the New World to Alpine Fort. When they left, many of them were still very immature. After some experience, they all had a sense of indifferent fierceness, which made Lord Lord very satisfied.

　　 Recently, the scale of the spider tide has dropped again, and a batch of eliminated equipment has been allocated to the native tiger spirits in the Late Forest. There is no problem in defense.

　　 Chief Setos even proposed to wake up more Iron Kings to join the battle, but Richard refused. Because now the number of sleeping Iron Kings is already the minimum level of spiritual protection that can be guaranteed, and if you continue to wake up the twilight forest, you will have to be naked.

　　 Although with the current strength of the mind storm, there will be no problems in a short time, but he feels that things have not yet reached that point.

　　 But Richard was going to retreat all the civilians to the Twilight Forest.

　　 Gaoshan Fort’s fortification project hasn’t been written yet. It’s really difficult to protect the lives of these civilians during the war.

　　 In this way, he only needs to bring the Ripper Legion, and it will be much more convenient and flexible no matter what he does.

　　The most mobile dragon cavalry, carrying telescope tubes, take the initiative to attack based on the direction of the information provided by the Noble Court. In terms of large-area search, the air cavalry who can overlook the ground from thousands of yards in the sky has a natural advantage and quickly found the target.

　　According to a rough estimate, it will take about 18 to 20 days for them to reach the line of Nu Tao River.

　　 This news made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. With the war system that Gaoshan Fort is accustomed to, 18 days are fully prepared.

　　 But Abu also brought back an extra piece of very bad information. "The undead will pollute the land."

　　 After discovering the anomaly, he ventured to land on the road the undead passed by, dug out a helmet in mud and brought it back. For this reason, he flew with his head naked, and was sneezing hard by the high-altitude wind blowing.

　　 Buckland went through a grey helmet with a faint smell of salty fish, and said with certainty: "The vitality contained in this soil is gone, and even the toughest weeds can't be supported."

　　 "Damn!" After listening to the lord, rubbing his chin, he said with a wry smile for a long time: "I didn't expect that the undead still has this kind of ability."

　　 "Everything will transform the environment in a direction suitable for its own survival, and the undead is no exception." The old white tiger's eyes hidden behind the lens are very solemn.

　　 The undead are the enemies of all living beings, and this is far more than manifested in the fact that they will use swords and guns at living people. It is that there is conflict between the two sides in the living environment. This kind of conflict can only be resolved by the complete disappearance of one side, and there is no possibility of even the slightest reconciliation.

　　 Richard suddenly remembered that there was another professional present, and turned to ask: "Vera, what do you think?"

　　 The little nun silently summoned a purification technique, and the soft white light quickly disintegrated the gloomy things in the soil. The smell of salty fish disappeared, and the appearance returned to a more normal black.

　　 "Only at this level, a few days of sun exposure should be able to solve it." Before others could breathe a sigh of relief, she went on to say: "But if the undead is entrenched for a long time, it may cause more far-reaching harm."

　　 "How far-reaching?"

　　 "It may be...permanent."

　　……

　　 "Not only must we destroy the undead, but we can't delay it for too long." At the subsequent internal meeting of the Ripper, Richard stood on the podium with a large military felt map hanging behind him.

　　 Under the stage are full of officers sitting in jeopardy. Due to the lack of space, even the aisle is full of temporary seats.

　　 There were so many people, and thick velvet blackout curtains hung on the windows. The air was unavoidably dirty. But there was no sound in the conference room, and even a needle could be heard.

　　 "How many people are there?" Richard's eyes were aimed at Abu.

　　 "About 150,000, I didn't count it." Abu said nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair, "There have been three waves in the entire northeast province. This is the biggest wave, and it's worthy of us."

　　 "How many do we have?"

　　 "A total of 3,107 people, nine of them are vacant due to injuries." Hutt replied without even thinking about it.

　　 "This is a bit of a disparity." The lord slapped his lips. "It is said that ten times the force can be used to attack the city. The enemy is far more than ten times, and we don't even have a city."

　　 "There are so many enemies that would be a little troublesome." Gunther sold off, and then continued: "After the war, each of us has to bury fifty corpses! Fifty!"

　　'S words immediately aroused a burst of uncontrollable snickers, the serious atmosphere disappeared, and some people even burst into tears.

　　 "Before burying these fifty corpses, you have to kill fifty enemies first." Richard sneered, "Undead are not as lame as sand spiders."

　　 "What's the difficulty?" The officers subconsciously raised their chests, and their faces were filled with a touch of pride.

　　 "It's just playing fifty times." The archers looked cold.

　　 "Swing the axe fifty times." The barbarians laughed disdainfully.

　　 "Or just step on two feet." The second general, Huo Ha, could occupy four or five positions alone, and was squeezed to the point of being wronged.

　　 Their confidence comes from their absolute trust in themselves and Robeze. This trust is as unshakable as a rock.

"Actually, someone told me that there is no need to have a hard top with the undead. Now that the people have withdrawn, we can also retreat, and the big deal is to give up the empty mountain fort to the undead." Richard said from the podium. He paced back, then suddenly turned his head, his bright eyes were as intense as lightning, "What do you think?"

　　 responded with a uniform roar: "Behind is the homeland, where can I retreat!"

　　 "Huh~" Richard Chang let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the pair of shining eyes, I only felt that there was a kind of hotness in my chest, and I had to fight hard to extinguish it!

　　 "The meeting is over!"

　　 The noisy tables and chairs rattle, and then there is a neat heel collision of leather boots, and their response is like a thunderstorm: "Yes, my lord!"

　　 In a solemn voice, a hoarse shout suddenly came from outside: "It's on fire, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, put out the fire~~"

　　 Richard frowned, "Go and see."

　　 Hundreds of people immediately followed their lord and saw the smoke billowing as soon as they left the house. It seemed that the fire was extremely alarming. As a result, following the voice, he saw a group of sheriffs holding wooden spears around Nehru.

　　 "I restored the smoke witchcraft from the notes left by the instructor!" The kobold shaman waved his hand passionately, and the thick smoke in the air rolled and stretched.

　　 "Aren't you a genius?" Richard asked in a weird manner.

　　 He could tell that his so-called smoke witchcraft can be used as a smoke screen, but it is not even a hairy use at all.

　　 Everyone used to say that Nehru’s fireball technique was the most useless spell in the Pan-Continent. Now it seems that this is overestimated, and it is not easy to find a more useless one.

　　 "It's not illegal to study witchcraft." Nehru almost peeed his pants when seeing so many people coming all of a sudden.

　　 The lord has just reprimanded this piece of mud, and suddenly he saw Buckland limping towards him, as if the rheumatism that had recently caused him to complain has suddenly healed.

　　 "Richard, something has happened!" This old man who always smiles, his face is so gloomy that it can drip.

　　 "What's the matter?" Lord Lord is still full of pride and ambition, and thinks that all difficulties are just passing away.

　　 "Your Majesty Sargerei was assassinated." Buckland said in a low voice.

"what!"

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