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."
After that, he crumbled the flyer into a ball and threw it out.
Two months ago, William wrote to him that the fertile capital of the Lion Kingdom was still under siege by them. Even if the frontline battle situation suffered a slight defeat, the war would not have reached the royal capital.
"The city defense chief recommends that you take refuge in the underground palace..." Seeing that His Majesty the King was indifferent, the officer was sweating profusely and tried to persuade him to take shelter in the air defense bunker.
However, before he could finish his words, he was mercilessly interrupted. "I am not going anywhere."
Looking down at the officer kneeling on the ground, Menggot clenched his fists, and a trace of madness flashed in his cloudy pupils. "I want to see how the alliance's planes can pass over the thousands of troops under my command!"
Bicester Fortress.
Looking at the row of corpses hanging under the telephone pole, Elf King Fugui's expression was a little complicated, and it took him a long time to hold back a sigh.
"These people are quite cruel to their own people." Irena said with a subtle expression. "That's too normal."
Even the Weirant people may not be Griffin's "own people", let alone these followers whose status is not much higher than that of Cannon.
The short-lived victory concealed a series of inequality issues. The conquest of the Honey Badger Kingdom and the Lion Kingdom allowed the slaves to briefly regain their confidence as masters.
And when the victory could no longer be sustained, all the hidden contradictions burst out like pus from an acne. This kingdom had gone crazy...from the king to the common people. Fortunately, this was the final madness.
Trucks are driving in at the east gate of Bicester Fortress, and large quantities of building materials are being sent here through Oasis No. 3.
According to the order of the manager.
They want to reinforce the town of Bicester, completely transform the fortress that serves as a supply hub into an offensive fortress, and deploy at least 100 155mm artillery on a 5-kilometer-wide front to bring the border of the Falcon Kingdom within artillery range.
Not only that, large and small engineering equipment imported from Ideal City were also sent here, including excavators, road rollers, etc.
According to the alliance, not only will a road be built from Oasis No. 3 to Bicester Town, but an airport will also be built to the east of the offensive fortress.
Military camp entrance.
With a flattering smile on his face, Wedelier walked up to the mole and respectfully handed over the notebook in his hand.
"Sir, this is what you want."
The notebook records in detail the movements of every army passing through here, including numbers, personnel, supplies, whereabouts, etc.
This was something he spent the whole morning racking his brains to sort out.
Mole took a brief look at it and made a simple discussion with the information he collected from Wedelir's adjutant.
Compared.
After confirming that there was no problem, he nodded. "Good job, you are free." Wedelir stood still.
The mole looked at him and raised his eyebrows. "Didn't you understand what I said?" Wedelir quickly explained. "No, no, sir... I just want to stay and serve you."
"Serve me." The mole looked at this guy curiously, wondering what kind of drama he was singing. Seeing the questioning look of the regiment leader, Wedelier nodded quickly and said righteously,
"Yes, my lord! The Wilantes hijacked our king, controlled our country, and committed crimes in this desert that are outrageous to both humans and gods... Although I am not talented, I am still willing to stand on the side of justice and conscience and do my best to
Contribute to the Alliance”
He's not stupid.
The Falcon Kingdom is finished.
For a baron like him, who is neither high nor low, and has no blood relatives in other kingdoms who can help him, he will die no matter where he goes, so he might as well make a living with the alliance.
Not liking this opportunistic guy very much, Mole didn't want to agree at first, but then he thought about it and it would be nice to have an obedient local guide following him.
Although the Skeleton Corps' next missions will focus on diversion and feint attacks, and the Alliance will not occupy Oasis No. 2 due to strategic considerations, Bicester Castle, the nail nailed into the belly of Oasis No. 2, will always remain. etc.
After this battle is over, there will probably be a lot of refugees from Oasis No. 2 passing by here... Thinking of this, he nodded. "Okay, then you can keep it."
Wedelir was overjoyed when he heard this. If he hadn't figured out that this eccentric gentleman didn't like others kneeling, he would have knelt down on the spot to thank him for his kindness.
The adjutant standing aside was not as discerning as him, and he knelt down without thinking. "Young man, I am also willing to follow the footsteps of the alliance and serve the alliance and the administrator..." "Get up,
"Mole said with black streaks all over his head, "Don't kneel down all the time, we won't do this." Before the adjutant could recover, Wedelier, who was standing next to him, quickly kicked his ass.
"Did you hear that? I want you to get up." This kick had the flavor of writing a public letter to avenge a private vendetta.
He didn't forget that these dogs took off his clothes as a white flag. "Yes! Yes!"
The adjutant looked aggrieved and said to himself that I didn't learn this from you, but in the end he still didn't dare to say what was in his heart and quickly stood up obediently.
Completely introduced into a new identity, Wedelier did not regard himself as an outsider at all, and approached the mole diligently and asked.
"Sir, when are we going to set out to teach those big noses a lesson? I already dislike them," the Mole said impatiently.
"Of course we have our plan. If you can't wait any longer, get a gun and go charge at them." Upon hearing this, Wedelier's enthusiasm suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him, and he hehe in embarrassment.
Smile, shut up and stop talking...
Although Wedelir wanted to lie down and lick the soles of his shoes, Mole did not completely trust this pompous guy.
After reporting the news to the manager, he assigned the licking dog the identity of a foreman and threw it away to Bicester
Working on the construction site on the east side of town.
I can't help it. It's so disgusting to watch every day.
Although I wish my opponents were all weaklings like this, it turns out that a warrior like Rachel is more respectable. Unlike Mole's disdain, Wedlier is very satisfied with this new job, and is even satisfied to the point of being moved.
.
Being the captain of the labor force is better than going to the front line and killing them with artillery. It seems that the Alliance does treat prisoners as kindly as the rumors say. It's a pity that he is not Marshal William.
Otherwise, he must lead the entire Falcon Kingdom army to surrender and end this stupid and futureless war as soon as possible. Entering the third day of the construction team.
Seeing another group of trucks passing the checkpoint not far away, the adjutant standing next to Wedelier muttered, "Does the Alliance plan to stay here forever?"
In the past few days, trucks have been driving in, and planes have been landing one after another, unloading enough supplies for several teams of ten thousand people.
But there was no sign of the Alliance army continuing to move forward.
Previously, everyone in the Labor Team had speculated that the Alliance planned to catch the Legion off guard, but that was not the case at all.
Wedelier also looked confused.
However, he is an honest person and knows that it is best not to interfere with things that he should not know.
After kicking the adjutant in the butt, he cursed in a low voice. "Young man, you are looking around, hurry up and work!" The adjutant immediately closed his mouth, gave the guy a hard look, and did not dare to say anything.
, and dug a hole honestly.
It was not just Wedelier and his "comrades" who were confused by the alliance's actions. There was also General Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the Legion in Sunset Province.
He stared at the map on the table with his brows furrowed, a trace of obvious confusion written on his face. As he expected, the Alliance captured Bicester Fortress.
However, what confused him was that the Alliance armored force that had knocked on the door of Oasis No. 2 did not continue to move forward as he had imagined, but stopped where it was.
Not only that, according to reports from the frontline reconnaissance force, a large number of trucks and engineering equipment were transported into Bicester Town, which seemed to be strengthening the local infrastructure.
This confused Griffin even more.
After regrouping his troops, he was ready for a decisive battle with the Alliance, and even he himself was ready to die generously.
However, the alliance that was in a blitzkrieg posture a few days ago suddenly stopped fighting. This made him feel like he had nowhere to use his strength.
What do these guys want to do?
"...According to information from the frontline reconnaissance force, planes have frequently landed near Bicester Town recently." Standing next to the command table, the staff officer who knew nothing about Griffin's plan said in a deep voice.
"Killer Whale"
"Not only...there are also a lot of propeller planes." Griffin frowned. "Is there an airport in Bicester Town?" Could it be that the recently repaired propeller planes do not have high requirements for the airport, but they are not on the Heart of Steel.
Has the runway been changed?
Why build another airport on the front line...
This sudden caution always gave him an ominous premonition, especially the information that a large number of planes had landed near the town of Bicester.
Although he didn't care what methods the alliance used, as long as he completed "that plan" before the end of the month, the ominous premonition still lingered in his heart. At this moment, the messenger trotted in from outside.
"Report! News came from the King's Capital. The Alliance dropped leaflets on the King's Capital, announcing that it would carry out strategic bombing of Falcon City on the last day of this week!" The last day of this week.
That is, the day after tomorrow
Griffin suddenly thought of something, his pupils shrank slightly, he glanced at the map, and then quickly looked at the staff officer beside him.
"Which troop is closest to Falcon City?" The staff officer was stunned for a moment and replied immediately.
"It's the Falcon Kingdom's 20,000-strong team that retreated to rest and recuperate... They are about two days away from the capital for the decisive battle with the Alliance.
They have concentrated all their forces on the border of Oasis No. 2, and the only ones left behind are the disabled retinue troops.
Griffin's heart tightened and he quickly ordered.
"Let them go to Falcon City immediately! They must arrive within two days!" Heading to Falcon City? The officers standing around were stunned.
The distance from the front line to Falcon City is at least three to four hundred kilometers.
They know that the Alliance's airborne troops are very strong, and General Soft of the 40,000th Army fell into the hands of the "Burning Legion".
But we can't use airborne troops to attack a city.
The city defense troops and royal guards stationed in Falcon City totaled five to six thousand people, and they were also protected by river embankments.
If you want to conquer such a fortress...how many planes would you need to invest?
What's more, with the "logistical self-sustainability" of paratroopers, fighting in a place hundreds of kilometers away from reinforcements and supply lines, what is the difference between that and risking death?
However, seeing the gloomy expression on Griffin's face, the staff officer standing aside did not dare to ask any more questions and could only stand at attention and said.
"yes"
Griffin looked away from the staff officer and looked at the map again. His fists slowly clenched and unclenched, and his face changed with uncertainty.
The alliance built temporary airports on the front line and assembled a large number of aircraft from the rear... This was obviously not intended to bomb targets within ten kilometers.
This is almost a given
He didn't understand why the alliance chose the most risky plan instead of choosing the best option.
The experience accumulated by the military for many years told him that when the other party makes an unexpected move out of character, you must be alert that the other party may have information that they should not have.
"...the royal capital."
Griffin chewed the word repeatedly and looked at the map and muttered softly, "What do you want to do?" At the same time, in the desert southeast of Oasis No. 2.
After sailing for hundreds of kilometers in no man's land, the Heart of Steel finally emerged from the howling wind and yellow sand.
Inside the bridge.
General McClung was staring at the man in power armor with a livid face, his eyes flashing with hatred and anger, but he did not dare to say a word.
He didn't expect that one day he would return to the airship in this form. This reminded him of that shameful memory...
Finold, who was standing in the corner, didn't dare to look at him, so he had to find a crack in the ground to distract himself. Fortunately, General McClun didn't pay attention to him at all, and his eyes were completely filled with that man's figure. "Bring me here."
What do you want to do here?" Finally unable to hold back his hatred, McClun said through gritted teeth. Not caring about his hateful eyes at all, Chu Guang replied in a relaxed tone. "You are invited to watch the finale."
"The ending." McClun was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Isn't it too early to talk big?" Looking at his pretending to be calm, Chu Guang joked with a smile. "Be happy.
, you will be reunited with your old friends soon." "The Legion will not surrender." McClun stared at him, "Never."
"Is it"
Chu Guang smiled faintly and did not respond to his feeble struggle. He cast his gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window. The green outline gradually appeared behind the misty yellow sand and was printed on the looming horizon in the distance.
From the bone-chewing rebellion sweeping across the river valley, to the flames burning above the sunset...the day of reckoning has finally arrived. After this battle, the Alliance will usher in long-lasting peace.
As a dedicated planner, he has to take some time to think about the new version. But before that.