Falcon City.

The once prosperous streets are now deserted.

Except for a few main roads leading to the palace and military camps that remained open, the rest of the streets and alleys were filled with obstacles and bunkers.

Several workers worked hard to fix the steel bars made of scrap iron with rivets into a triangular pyramid-shaped horse. This was the eleventh one they completed today.

The leader of the labor team told them that this could withstand Union tanks. However, almost everyone felt that this was a waste of effort.

If even river embankments can't stop the tracks of Alliance tanks, what's the use of this improvised anti-tank and horse-repelling system?

They can completely collapse the houses on both sides of the street and then go around. "I heard that Bicester Town fell." A shirtless man wiped his sweat and put his tanned arm on the newly assembled anti-tank

He immediately refused. The workers nearby looked over after hearing this, and an old man about forty or fifty years old muttered suspiciously. "Really or not," the man said in a determined tone.

"It's absolutely true! Yesterday I was working outside the city, and I saw with my own eyes a team retreating from the direction of Bicester Town..."

Regardless of whether they care about the progress of the war or not, the residents of Falcon City are no strangers to that fortress-like settlement. Before the Wealant people came here, they were economically weak and had never tried to build a fortress in the desert.

It is precisely for this reason that the Falcon Royal Family often talks about the fortress standing in the desert, which proves that the royal family made an extremely wise decision to join the Legion, proves the Legion's advanced construction technology, and proves the close relationship between the Falcon Kingdom and the Legion.

friendship……

And this is indeed the case. Until half a month ago, Bicester Town played the role of a frontline logistics hub.

No one could believe that that mighty fortress fell so easily... "Bicester... even there fell." "The Alliance people are coming to kill."

"I heard that all the members of that alliance are wastelanders who live in poverty and savagery since they were born... God knows what kind of ruin your majesty's palace will be after those barbarians come."

Everyone was talking in whispers.

A boy with a waxy tanned face asked nervously. "Where is the Army, where is the Legion?" Those tall Wilantes still made him feel safe.

Listening to the radio, reinforcements from the west are coming soon. As long as they hold on, the alliance will soon be overwhelmed by tens of thousands of tanks.

However, the adults didn't seem to believe those words at all. The dark-skinned man shook his head.

"The Weirant people have re-arranged the three-layer defense line, but I'm fed up with it... not enough people have withdrawn from Oasis No. 3.

Half. I think this battle is almost over.

Hearing this, the old man on the side was frightened and quickly covered his mouth. "Shut up, shut up. Be careful that the patrolling guards hear you." A resident wearing a turban stared at him angrily.

Said. "Rumor! It must be a rumor!" This sentence was quickly echoed. "That's right! Your Majesty is the chosen warrior, how could he lose!"

The dark-skinned man seemed to realize his gaffe, and quickly changed his words to make amends. "I said it was over, but I didn't say it was lost... I meant that the alliance will be over soon, and in the end, of course, your wise and mighty Majesty will.

Won."

However, even the most devout believers do not believe this statement.

At this moment, the patrolling guards came from a distance. Everyone quickly stopped talking and returned to their posts to continue working.

"...Is it necessary to patrol? This city feels like there are not many people left." The guard carrying a rifle yawned and glanced at the laborers who were working conscientiously.

These days are definitely the most peaceful days in Falcon City. There are no thieves, no robbers, and not even pedestrians.

Men as young as 12 years old and as high as 46 years old, all those who could handle a gun were sent to military camps or to labor camps.

Apart from His Majesty the King's court, there probably won't be many idle people in the entire Falcon City.

"The purpose of patrolling is not to catch criminals, but to find fish that have slipped through the net." The older guard glanced at the alley at the corner and was about to go in and take a look.

At this moment, a piercing alarm suddenly came from the distance. "Grass! Air raid?!"

He was not the only one whose expression changed wildly. The workers who were building bunkers on the street also dropped the tools in their hands and ran into the alleys on the street looking for bunkers as if they were desperate.

I heard that the Alliance's aircraft are very tricky, like sparrows, and the Wilant people's radar can't catch them at all. Soon after the air raid siren sounds, the bombs will fall.

However, this time there was something unusual.

After waiting for a long time, there was no explosion. He didn't even see the plane. Feeling something abnormal, the older guard couldn't help but frowned. Just when he was thinking this, something suddenly floated in the air.

A piece of white paper fell down. "What is that?"

The young guard stretched out his hand curiously, caught a fallen piece of paper, unfolded it and took a look. But this glance did not matter.

Those lines of text almost made him stop breathing.

[This is a warning to the Falcon Kingdom royal family! We will carry out strategic bombing on the Falcon City palace, military camps and other facilities on the last day of this week. Surrender is your only way out, and stubborn resistance will only lead to self-destruction]

[Attachment 1: Residents in the city are asked to leave the warring area. If you are unable to leave, please stay at home to avoid being accidentally injured by stray bullets and explosion fragments.]

[Attachment 2: Legion and Falcon Kingdom soldiers, officers and other combat units shall surrender at the Alliance garrison with this leaflet.

Can be exempted from capture.]

[Appendix 3: (Air Raid Emergency Evacuation Guide), (Safe Zone Location)] The Alliance...has already arrived here. Why was it never mentioned on the radio?

There was a trace of panic in his eyes, and he looked up at the older officer, only to see that the officer was staring at the leaflet in his hand, and he quickly threw it away as if he was electrocuted.

"Report, sir, I definitely don't have that, that--" "Shut up."

The older guard glanced left and right and saw that no one was paying attention. He walked over and picked up the leaflet that the young man had dropped.

"We have to collect them and destroy them... You are in charge of that side," he pointed to the small alley next to him, "Go ahead." The young guard breathed a sigh of relief, nodded timidly, and trotted towards the alley.

Gone inside.

The older guard glanced at the leaflet in his hand, his eyes rested on the map with the safe zone, and he carefully noted its location. Then he folded the leaflet into a thumb-sized size and stuffed it into his boot.

It is a serious crime to hide leaflets dropped by enemy troops. But he still did it by accident.

Although his superiors have been repeatedly brainwashing them, the Falcon Kingdom's army has been advancing rapidly under the leadership of Prince William, and has captured all the territory of the Lion Kingdom and the Hump Kingdom. But few people believe this nonsense.

Already.

The soldiers who came back from the east all had faces full of fear and their pupils were blurry and dull, which did not look like what a victor should look like.

Not far away from him, the dark-skinned worker and the old man in his forties or fifties also carefully hid the flyers.

The two looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly. Even if it wasn't for themselves, it was for the sake of their defenseless family members.

Amidst the piercing sound of air raid sirens, similar scenes were staged everywhere in the city at the same time, including the palace of the Falcon Royal Family.

Different from the chaos and commotion on the street, it is unusually quiet here.

On the magnificent throne, the aging King Mongot stared expressionlessly at the neatly written list in his hand.

This is the list sent by the temporary court, which records the next batch of people to be executed.

When the war is going well, there are often only one or two names on it. However, when the war situation begins to take a turn for the worse, sometimes there is not enough to write on one piece of paper.

among these executed people.

Some are spies, some are deserters, and some are rebels who question the royal family's decisions, or simply dissidents who were sneaked in by political opponents.

King Mongot knew very well that many people on the list in his hand must have been wronged, but he no longer had the heart to care about those boring questions.

He casually signed the list and threw it impatiently to the captain of the Guards at the side. "Send it to the Earl of Cromwell."

The Earl of Cromway was the temporary president of the court appointed by him, and his power overran the military courts and ordinary courts.

Specially and complexly deal with those traitors.

"yes.

The captain of the Guards bowed and saluted solemnly, and took the list with both hands. Mongot suddenly noticed that the hands stretched out in front of him were trembling slightly.

He looked up at the guard officer, slowly opened and closed his dry lips, and called out the man's name. "Myrdal."

The guard captain's shoulders trembled and he whispered, "What's wrong... Your Majesty?" "You are afraid." "I'm not."

Looking at his confidant who knelt down with a plop, Mengge's cloudy eyes suddenly showed kindness, and he put his right hand on his shoulder and patted him gently.

"Don't worry, the Weilant people promised me... and it was the promise made by General Griffin himself. He will bring us victory.

100%

It's not just General Griffin's promise.

His son William was also an outstanding marshal.

He has been preparing for this war for more than ten years, for the future of his people, and to fulfill the long-cherished wish of his ancestors... He has a hand full of cards in his hand, and there is no reason to lose.

Myrdal lowered his head and his Adam's apple twitched. He wanted to say something but didn't dare. A bitter smile appeared on his face that was blocked by the shadow.

He knew it very well.

The majesty in front of him has gone crazy. Not even just his majesty... everyone here has gone crazy, including himself. "Yes..." Myrdal said respectfully.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the palace, and an officer trotted in, kneeling on the ground and speaking quickly to report.

"Report to your majesty! The Alliance air-dropped leaflets in our city! They announced on the leaflets that they would launch an air strike on the last day of this week--"

"How could the Alliance plane fly to us!"

King Mongot interrupted him with an unmistakable voice, and then said lightly, "Bring it to me and see." "Yes"

The officer stood up in panic and took two steps forward, handing the crumpled leaflet in his hand to the captain of the Guards, who handed it to King Montgoth.

After receiving the flyer, Mongot just glanced at it lightly, snorted slightly, and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"… extremely arrogant."
To be continued...