The remaining night is fleeting, dawn is approaching, everything is immersed in haze, the rising sun in the east breaks through the dark sky, dots this ancient land, illuminates the sad wind city with vitality, and makes people feel confused.

Lugo stood at the highest point of the city tower and stared into the distance. The vibrant morning sun was reflected in his eyes, but it could not illuminate the darkness and depth.

Because he knows that no matter how beautiful the celestial phenomena are, they are all false at this time.

In the early morning, it was time for the changing of the guard. The sentry from last night dragged his tired body away, eager to fall asleep. The new sentry stood at the top of the city carrying weapons and binoculars, taking over the responsibility of guarding his companions.

"Lord Lugo!" Suddenly, a sweet call came from behind Lugo.

Lugo looked back and saw a childish girl wearing a combat uniform standing there. The gentle morning breeze blew her ink-like hair, and her delicate cheeks showed a lovely apple-like red color, as full as the newborn sun.

Vitality.

Previously, the rebel army had a large number of people, and it was impossible to identify everyone. However, this girl Lugo had an impression. Her name was "Luda" and she was the first batch of slaves to pass the test and enter an independent space to participate in armed training. She has been

His hard work and hard work left a good impression on him.

Lugo nodded to her in greeting and said, "Don't call me sir, you are no longer a slave."

Luta blinked: "What about you? Are you still a slave now?"

Lugo said inexplicably: "Of course I am not."

Luta smiled and said, "But you still know how to call me 'Kino-sama'."

Lugo was left speechless: "That's an honorific that comes from the bottom of my heart!"

Luta's tone was quite naughty: "I also treat you with a respectful title from the bottom of my heart~"

Lugo poked her forehead angrily: "I can't defeat you, okay."

Luta stood beside Lugo with a smile. She picked up the telescope and looked at the end of the horizon. Her voice became darker: "The Royal Army may launch an attack at any time, right?"

Lugo: "Yeah."

Luta: "Lord Lugo, are you afraid?"

Lugo was silent for a while and murmured: "Maybe."

"I'm not afraid at all!" Luta looked into the distance, the morning sun shining in her smiling eyes, "Because I have found the meaning of living."

"What's the point of living?" Lugo muttered.

Luta sighed with a melancholy tone: "When I was very young, I was thinking about a question - why am I alive?"

"As a slave, my life was monotonous and repetitive. I was driven to work as soon as I opened my eyes every day, and worked until I fell asleep at night. When I woke up, it was exactly the same day again."

"What I create, whether it is the food I grow or the handicrafts I weave, has nothing to do with me. The reward I get every day is just enough food to survive for one more day."

"My existence is like a lifeless tool, like a pair of hoes in the farmland. One day they are worn out by those nobles and replaced with new ones... All the troubles in the world do not belong to me. In this case, I

There seems to be no difference whether alive or dead."

Luta stretched out her hand and opened it in front of her, her fingers slightly closed, as if she were touching the sunlight shining between her fingers, and her eyes became firm: "It wasn't until I joined the rebel army that I found the answer to the question."

"It may be hypocritical to say this - I live in the hope of changing the world. I don't want anyone else in this land to be like me, born humble and inferior. I don't want to see any more oppression and exploitation in the world.

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"Even if this road is difficult, long, and full of blood and sacrifice, it is all meaningful, because it is a struggle for myself, my compatriots, and my descendants."

"The rebel army taught me freedom and equality, and also gave me a reason to live, so I am not afraid at all. So what if the war fails? History is destined to remember all this. As free people, we fight for our ideals.

Fight. Instead of being a slave and being reduced to a tool in the hands of those who are above you!"

From the beginning to the end, Lugo just stared into the distance silently, his eyes like the black water in a dead well, lifeless and without any waves.

"Maybe..." he murmured.

...

At 10:37 a.m. on the frosty day of the 25th, as the sound of horns sounded in the distant sky, more than four million Royal Army troops gathered in twelve directions and began to launch a general attack. The attack and defense of Beifeng City officially began.

Looking from the city wall, you can have a panoramic view of the battlefield.

Taking Yinshi fifteen miles outside Beifeng City, the Royal Army's formation stretched on the ground like a carpet, and the laurel flower king flag was hung on a forest-like flagpole, slowly fluttering in the morning breeze.

Arranged at the forefront are the heavy attack unit Ground Dragoon troops. They are covered in fully enclosed heavy armor that is extremely resistant to strikes. The ground dragons underneath them erupt into violent roars from time to time, making no secret of their desire for killing and blood.

The huge lance reflected the blazing sun on the dome, as if it was burning with fire, but it brought a deathly cold feeling.

Advancing together with the earth-moving dragoons were heavy-armed troops, with various siege equipment rising one after another like hills. What was even more chilling was that they included a large number of extraterrestrial weapons, all of which were ordnance collected after previously defeating the rebel army.

Heavy machine guns, tanks, artillery...all kinds of advanced weapons were mixed with local heavy equipment. The sunlight falling on the metal surface was refracted, as if it was about to set the entire sky on fire.

There are layers of energy currents surging above all these troops, which are obviously barriers set up by the soul masters and their troops to resist long-range attacks.

With the strength of these barriers, even if the Sadwind City rebels launch weapons of mass destruction, it may be difficult to directly penetrate them.

The atmosphere of the rebels defending Sadwind City was depressed and chilling, but there was no despair, because Lugo told them one thing before the battle - Kino was preparing a secret weapon in the independent space, the scorching sky fire!

Everyone who lives in Doguland has heard of the legend of the "Scorching Sky Fire".

In that long ancient era, even the legendary "Head of the Gods" the Sun King was unable to withstand the scorching fire from outside.

The rebel soldiers firmly believed without hesitation that as long as the hot sky fire, powerful enough to kill gods, was sprinkled on the battlefield, the million-strong army of Doguland would be wiped out!

Lugo stood at the top of the city, raising his arms and roaring at the soldiers behind him: "3 days! Lord Kino needs 3 days of preparation time! As long as we survive these 3 days, scorching fire will fall from the sky, and all the Kingdom's troops who dare to oppose us will be defeated.

Destroyed!"

"These abominable people will regret being our enemies! They will die in fear and despair just like the Sun King who set an iron law to oppress you back then!"

"Commanders of the rebel army, listen to my order and hold on to Sadwind City for three days! Prepare to face the enemy!"

Fiery war roars erupted in Sad Wind City, and morale was rising steadily, almost reaching the sky. Everyone was eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the scorching sky fire.

"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains and Winds"

However, only Lugo in the entire Sad Wind City knew that there was no so-called scorching sky fire, and even the independent space in the command room was empty. It was all a cover-up to deceive everyone.

After three days, no matter whether the beheading operation succeeds or fails, no one will come to save Beifeng City.
Chapter completed!