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Chapter two

In the middle of the night, fog began to form around Tucheng. The light, thin mist was gathering and gradually getting denser. This was something neither the attacking or defending sides expected.

There was silence in Tucheng.

The soldiers who were not assigned to the task were resting. After many days of fierce fighting, these soldiers were exhausted. They leaned against the corner and their companions and slept soundly. Except for the orders of their superiors, no sound could wake them up.

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Cold mist filled the tent full of holes. Jiadnan, who was sleeping soundly, felt the change in temperature in his body and woke up.

"Is it about to start already?" Jiadnan stood up, looked outside and murmured to himself, "Is it really inevitable?"

At this moment, Jiadnan's thoughts returned to the night when he took over as the chief... On that night, there were blazing fires and the deafening shouts of the people kneeling around to watch the ceremony. He was ready to take over, kneeling in front of the drum and accepting

The leaders of the thirty-six tribes asked - "You! Can you dedicate all your life to my thirty-six tribes?"

He answered with an excited voice, "I can! My whole life will be dedicated to my people."

"You! Can you forget your family, dreams, and desires - for my thirty-six tribes?"

He answered with a firm voice, "I can! Everything about me belongs to my people from this moment on."

"You! Can you inherit the Ten Movements of the Wanderers and let my people multiply under the leadership of the Ten Movements?"

He answered with a sincere voice, "I can! From the moment I was born, I was ready to pass on the ten movements of Wanderer."

"Want to take another look at your family?" The witch doctor put his hand on his forehead, "Just take a look, you will never remember them again."

He shook his head slowly. Although he had known about this moment, he did not have the courage to look back.

A strange light flashed in the witch doctor's hand, giving him a splitting headache, and his lips had been bitten, but he never snorted from the beginning... By the time the witch doctor retreated, he had forgotten his family, his past, and everything that belonged to him.

What is left behind is only the memory needed as a general leader.

It was quiet all around, except for the crackling sound of the burning bonfire.

"Dong - dong dong!" The old leader beat the big drum, and dozens of big drums sounded around him. Standing close to the drum, he stared intently at the old leader's movements, listening to this extremely familiar sound...

Getting up in the morning, traveling, asking each other, joining the clan, hunting, being in danger, returning to protect, stopping tears, setting up camp, and finally returning at dusk, the old leader's knocking was so skillful and his skills were so vigorous.

"Oh-ha!" The old leader stretched out his hands and shouted loudly, and all the drums stopped at the same time.

"Take the drum..." The old leader's eyes widened, "Jiadenan!"

After taking over the pair of drums and drums, which symbolized the identity of the chief leader, he no longer had any thoughts in his mind. The music and music came from the depths of his soul and occupied all his thoughts. Under everyone's gaze, he struck the drum in front of him.

The big drum spread the majestic and powerful sound throughout the countryside, and countless tribesmen shouted in unison with the sound of the drum - "Jiadenan! Jiadenan! Jiadenan!"

That night, I made a promise to all the clan members, but tomorrow, I have to sing the changed ten movements with my own hands. Although it is for the survival of the clan members, that is my promise...

"I will become a sinner of the thirty-six tribes. Please forgive me. Please forgive me, leaders of all generations..." Thinking about the past, Jiadenan slowly knelt down on the ground, with tears streaming down his face full of wrinkles.

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Near the city wall, the soldiers of the Divine Alliance were preparing various traps, especially near the city wall in front. Because the fog would reflect the light, they had to work in the dark. At this time, the training the soldiers had received before showed results.

Come on, under the command of the superiors, these pre-war preparations are being carried out silently and in an orderly manner.

Under Cohen's unusually steady gaze, he dispatched more than a dozen small-scale reconnaissance troops to sneak out of the city while taking advantage of the thick fog. These people were dressed in Demon Alliance military uniforms and were of all races. They were all officers carefully selected from the reconnaissance group.

And most of them are from the Nighthawk troops of the original Dark City Guards—that is, the living treasure troop led by Jack.

The other abilities of these officers are average in the reconnaissance regiment, but under Cohen's special training, their ability to take advantage of troubled waters has improved to a higher level. They are top-notch in the entire continent! Because they serve in the same regiment,

The cooperation between them is also quite tacit. Cohen hopes that they can create some chaos in the rear of the demon alliance in tomorrow's battle. As for what effect these officers can achieve, it is completely unpredictable. Just like on the road

Dropping a handful of sharp nails... may hurt the enemy, or may hurt yourself.

On the side of the Demon Alliance, several commanders also stayed up all night preparing for tomorrow's battle. Although the Demon Alliance had an absolute advantage, their opponents were really tough. In the past ten days of fierce attacks, the small

Tucheng was actually guarded by him without leakage.

This afternoon, the last reinforcement of the slave legion has arrived, and at the same time, the order from the Demon Alliance Military Headquarters has also arrived. The tough-sounding order requires them to capture Tucheng tomorrow!

As the victorious side in the war between gods and demons, the main commanders of the various legions and military headquarters of the Demonic Alliance will immediately go to the Dark Temple to receive their rewards. If they fail to capture the earth city, the secret will be revealed. Although the priests of the Dark Temple

They were all blocked by Marshal Verlaine with yellow metal, but... the Dark Lord is not easy to deceive.

In fact, speaking of it, this matter was destined to be hidden from the Dark Lord since the civil unrest in Camp. But since the Dark Lord did not interfere with this matter, it means that he hopes that the Demon Alliance can save their face by themselves. If there is even this superficial appearance before accepting the reward,

If you can't do it well... then everyone can commit suicide by jumping into the toilet hand in hand.

It was getting closer and closer to dawn, and the fog was getting thicker and thicker. It was so thick that it was difficult to see the companions who were a little further away. Even under such conditions, the pre-war preparations on both sides were still in progress. Unlike God,

The alliance forces are sneaking around, but the demon alliance forces are doing it in a big way.

Amidst the noise, a full slave legion has entered the starting position, and 50,000 people are lined up facing the city wall further away. Different from previous attacks, the slave soldiers have received simple weapons and armor this time.

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After rigorous calculations by the staff of the Demon Alliance Army, a large number of siege equipment was pushed to the starting position according to the order of attack, including various wall-climbing vehicles, large and small arrow-blocking vehicles, and huge trebuchets...

These bulky things had just been completed in a hurry. Although they were rough, they were indispensable. Because of the lack of these things, the demon alliance suffered heavy casualties in the past few days.

When everything was ready, the Demon Alliance camp began the last of three prayers a day.

When the first continuous prayer horn sounded, except for the soldiers on guard, all the officers and soldiers in the regular regiment without exception rushed to the open space outside the tent, facing the direction of Hell Island, and stood according to the organizational structure of their respective units.

It has to be neat and tidy.

These soldiers of the demon alliance can be wild and unrestrained at any time of the day, but at this moment, they all have solemn expressions. No matter which empire they come from or what race they are, they all show the same expression.

The look in his eyes... was extremely pious and awe-inspiring.

The demon temple priest accompanying the army stood in front of the queue, and the second prayer horn sounded.

The well-dressed priests raised their hands, and the people in the queue quickly tidied up their appearance and quickly checked whether the companions around them were clean. This is no joke. If someone gets a grain of sand blown into their eyes at this time,

Then he must get the sand out before the third horn sounds, even if it means digging out his own eyes...

The third trumpet sounded - everyone knelt down.

"The commander of the dark realm can breathe because of your kindness and light; the king of the mighty kingdom, the earth is wandering because of you. Announcement of the end of the world, the power shook the world, welcoming the arrival of the monarch, people cheered feverishly. The sin-filled

We are looking forward to your mercy. Have you ever heard the humble begging from the world? The eternal Dark Demon King, you are the source of greatness, wisdom and holiness." The priests chanted the praise of the Dark Demon clan in a special tone,

"It is you who give us life, you who guide us forward, you who make the land fertile and have a good harvest, and you who make the rivers flow to the ocean..."

"I cannot add glory to you because I am a humble creature in your hands.

Only by becoming your loyal slave can I dare to ask for your grace. I am willing to dedicate everything I have to bear witness to your majesty...

The blood I shed for you turns into my crown of glory, and I sacrifice my life for you to be worthy of decorating your temple..."

The voice was either low or loud, and everyone, including the soldiers of the slave legion, chanted along. The prayers merged into a huge sound wave, hovering over the camp, lasting for a long time...

Prayers are going on in the camp, and military meetings are also going on in the commander's tent.

"All six slave legions have arrived, plus three main battle legions. After excluding those lost in the siege battles these days, our total strength is 300,000...Tomorrow will be a full troop dispatch, and the attack will not

Interruption! So, do you all understand the arrangements for tomorrow?" Although his tone was still gentle, there was a strong murderous intention in the lieutenant general's voice, "The opponent has suffered heavy casualties in the past ten days of defense. We will

It should be taken."

"Don't worry, Your Excellency!" The commander of the 27th Legion waved his fist and said viciously, "We have been waiting for this day for a long time!"

"Your Excellency, there is absolutely no problem with this." The commander of the 28th Legion said with a pair of bloodshot eyes, "Although our losses will inevitably be greater, this is related to the honor of the entire alliance, and we know the importance!"

"It's best if everyone understands." The lieutenant general nodded with satisfaction and turned his attention to the commander of the 26th Army Corps.

"Your Excellency." Although Major General Longria didn't like to shout empty slogans, under such circumstances he had to say something to express his position. "There are hundreds of thousands of refugees behind the enemy's rear...how should we deal with them?"

"My dear Major General Longria, how can there be any refugees here?" The muscles on the lieutenant general's face twitched, "In all the documents and records, the number of the Phantom Legion is more than 200,000. You can tell me about this

You won’t forget it, right?”

"but……"

Because Major General Longria grew up in the Welsh Empire, where the population was sparse, the country would naturally treat untouchables or slaves more leniently than other countries, so he could not help but feel a little conflicted about the Lieutenant General's decision.

"Don't think about these unnecessary things, just do it like this!" The lieutenant general interrupted Major General Longria without caring, "The order has been issued, and all troops must be ready before dawn."

"But the heavy fog outside won't affect us, right?"

"That's why you guys need to supervise in person! We can't delay it any longer. The Phantom Legion's combat effectiveness is very tenacious. Tomorrow's battle may be very long! You go back and prepare. I have to draft a victory report to the military headquarters."

"Yes, Your Excellency!" the three major generals replied in unison, exiting the superior's tent together.

After leaving the tent, the three legion commanders chatted and walked towards their mounts.

"Hahaha, you two." It seemed that the commander of the 27th Army was in a very good mood, "I'm really sorry. In tomorrow's battle, I will be at the front again, and I will be the first to attack Tucheng.

It has to be me!"

"Don't be too happy too early." The commander of the 28th Army was very dissatisfied with this, "Maybe you will hit a wall, and I will bring my troops to rescue you..."

"Let me tell you, both of you." Major General Longlia whispered, "We are all wishing victory in tomorrow's battle, right? It doesn't matter who goes first and who comes last."

"That's right." The commander of the 28th Army Corps said jokingly, "How could I forget you? You are last in line. Of course that's what I said...right? Merciful General?"

"I'm talking about Major General Longria." The commander of the 27th Army Corps joked, "How come you feel heartbroken when you kill some refugees? It's not because you have relatives among the refugees, right?"

Major General Longria snorted, raised his head proudly, turned around and walked towards his legion's station.

"What a boring guy." Looking at his back, the commander of the 28th Legion spat fiercely on the ground, "What kind of attitude is this! Is he really a noble?"

"Speak softly...you will be in front of him tomorrow, be careful of being shot to death by a cold arrow."

"Hehe...he won't do this. It's you I'm worried about."

"To each other, if you have the guts, just come..."

As for the Lieutenant General, he was writing a letter to Marshal Verlaine at this time. He was worried that he would not be able to make it in time, so in this letter, he advanced the victory that would only be achieved tomorrow. After writing the wax seal, he

The letter was given to one of his most trusted personal guards.

"Use your fastest speed," the lieutenant general said, "and send it to the coalition military headquarters."

Watching the personal guards go out, the lieutenant general sighed, and then summoned the highest-ranking priest in the camp.

"Sir, because of the meeting, I missed the time to pray." The lieutenant general said devoutly, "I want to confess, please preside over it for me."

"Okay." The Lieutenant General of the Sacrificial Gang adjusted his clothes, "Actually, you don't have to feel guilty. If you delayed praying for the war, the Dark Lord will forgive you. I don't think you need to insist on confessing."

"No, I am the leader of an army and I must lead by example."

"Okay then." The priest could no longer stop him and nodded to indicate that the lieutenant general could start.

"May all creatures in heaven and earth fear you, and may the inhabitants of the world trust you, King of Darkness.

Your voice resounds across the water, and the thunder shows your majesty.

You come from high heaven to watch the descendants under your authority; from your majestic throne, you inspect the people of the earth; since you created the hearts of all people, of course you know all my words and deeds. My mouth is full of hypocrisy and deceit, and I have already lost my wisdom.

Abandoned by fear, I deceived myself: no one discovered my sin, no one punished me.

Your righteousness is like the sky-high mountains, and your justice is like the bottomless abyss. I groan in the abyss of sin and seek refuge under your protection.

You are kind to me and I stand on a solid hill; but as soon as you hide your face, I immediately feel overwhelmed and frightened. Please save me from the snare of sin, because you are the only one who is my refuge. Even though I am afraid

Zhong Zeng said: "I have been driven away from you."

But when I called to you, you immediately responded to my cry and my cry.”

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, your confession is over, but as a sign of atonement, you will go to the Demon Palace to be whipped after the war. Do you accept all this?"

"I accept." The lieutenant general nodded.

The priest said softly, "Are you ready? We will pray next."

Under the auspices of the priest, the lieutenant general prayed sincerely for the next day's battle: "Lord of darkness, we have seen with our own eyes the great deeds done by your hands.

You cultivated us and drove away the foreigners with your own hands. You developed us and punished the foreigners with your own hands.

We captured the enemy camp, not by our own swords, we won the victory, not by our own arms; you love to serve your people, and by your power and your glorious appearance, we defeated us

Your adversaries, because of your name we have trampled on the unclean.

We have never relied on our bows. It was not our swords that saved us. It was you who saved us from our enemies. It was you who brought shame to those who hated us.

We are always proud of the monarch we serve and will sing praises to your name forever and ever.

We praise you because you saved us.

When the enemy comes to attack us, he falls down and dies.

Although a large army attacks us, our hearts do not tremble.

Let us lift our heads high and despise the great enemies around me; we will offer sacrifices of joy in his tabernacle, O Lord of Darkness, our Lord, and we will sing your praises on the altars of our enemies."

Cohen stood in his command position, with his eyes half closed and tapping the fence beside him with his fingers. He was calculating where the people who had sneaked out of the city were now.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and said to a messenger next to him, "Go ahead."

The messenger replied in a low voice, ran to Jiadnan as quickly as possible, and said breathlessly to Jiadnan, "Sir's order - start!"

After hearing the order, Jiadenan, who had also closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes. He had already put on the most solemn clothes, and even his hair was meticulously arranged. His eyes were shining with splendor, and his whole person was like

He is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Striding to his big drum, Jiadenan took out the drum with great skill, and then there was a long silence, while the other musicians on standby could only look at him.

In the command post in the distance, Cohen's lips curled up slightly, "What a stubborn old man. Do you value traditional things so much?"

In the thick fog, Jiadenan took a deep breath, and the pair of drum hammers in his hands slowly slid over the edge of the drum. The slight friction sound was so clear in the quiet, pre-dawn fog.

The hand raised on his chest finally knocked down.

"Boom!" A heavy drum sound spread throughout Tucheng. Although the drum sound was not very clear, there were still countless refugees in their sleep... Their bodies shook violently with the sound.

The sound waves continued to expand, and they arrived in front of the demon alliance formation in an instant.

A Demon Alliance Slave Legion serving as the vanguard had already entered the position, and the soldiers were sleeping in the field. After the sound of drums came, the soldiers were awakened by the unusual sound, rubbing their sleepy eyes, and they were trying to distinguish the drums.

Where does the sound come from and what is the rhythm? This reaction is no different from the refugees... They are refugees in the first place.

Gradually, the sound of the drums became clearer, and the people who woke up looked at each other, and uttered faint exclamations as if they were dreaming. Some people slapped themselves, and some pinched their thighs to make sure they were not dreaming...

...Looking at the partners around him with confused eyes, they all wondered if there was something wrong with their ears - the war was imminent, and at this time, someone actually dared to play the drums!

The so-called drumming means that the lead drum plays the prelude of the entire movement after three drum sounds.

The musicians near Jiadenan could clearly see that two drops of tears clearly fell from Jiadenan's eyes. His lips trembled, and he clenched his teeth and hit the drum again... as if he was very unwilling to do so.

Same, no one knows the specific reason.

The sound of the drum this time dispelled everyone's suspicion. Someone was indeed playing the drum! Under the conditioned reflex, countless people stood up with their mouths open.

The third drum beat came quite quickly, as if Jiadnan had abandoned everything and devoted himself to destroying tradition, and he soon played the entire prelude to "Morning Rise".

"Boom--boom-boom-boom! Boom-boom--boom!"

As soon as the drum leader finished, the group of drums followed up, and a hundred large drums sounded at the same time. The huge drum sound neatly and resolutely shocked everyone inside and outside Tucheng. The divine coalition army was fine, but the demon coalition army immediately started.

It’s a mess!

The soldiers of the slave legion had already heard that this was the "Morning Rise" in the ten movements. They knew that the drum sound was to notify the tribesmen to pack up and prepare to set off. The soldiers all stood up and moved their bodies in panic, because they

My heart began to beat to the beat of the drums, and my blood began to surge along with the melody... completely involuntarily.

Under the influence of memories, everyone is faced with confusion and pain. Although no one knows what happened in Tucheng, countless people are asking themselves the same question...

"They are my people! They are my people! They are leaving... What should I do? What should I do!"

The officers of the slave army did not know the meaning of the drums. They only knew that the slaves must obey as soon as possible! The officers shouted loudly in the queue, and the whips in their hands fell like raindrops on the heads of the soldiers, trying to

Let the soldiers sit down! Soon after, the supervising team came on horseback to join the procession.

In the demon alliance camp, the soldiers of the main battle legion were hurriedly lining up. These sleepy-eyed guys kept complaining in their hearts. Originally, they had enough time to rest and eat, but now all this

All wasted.

"What happened!" The commander-in-chief of the Demon Alliance jumped up from the bed, jumped out of the tent barefoot, grabbed his guard and asked, because he was nervous, he said a very ordinary question.

It was in a messy state, and the elegance of the past was gone. The string in the lieutenant general's head had been tightly stretched for many days. At this time, any change in the battle situation would cause the string to break.

Lose!

The pale-faced Konoe answered him, "Sir...that's the sound of a drum!"

"Idiots know it's a drum sound! I'm asking what's going on!" The lieutenant general's eyes burst out with fire, and he swung out his right hand fiercely, sending the tall guard spinning in circles with a slap.

"What! Do you want to counterattack?" The lieutenant general stared hard in the direction of Tucheng, fear, surprise, and angry fire tangled in his eyes, "Koen Keda... Come on, you

Bastard!"

"Herald!"

"arrive!"

"Order the front team to be on alert! The magician will release lighting magic in front of the formation for me. Release it continuously. You must clearly know the scale and specific direction of the enemy's attack!"

"yes!"

"Order all members of the 28th Army to be on alert! Prepare to counterattack after the front group withstands the enemy's attack!"

"yes!"

"The supervisory teams of the front and rear slave legions will arrive at their posts immediately! Don't let up!"

"yes!"

When the lieutenant general issued this series of orders, the commanders of the three main battle legions had already hurried over.

"Your Excellency! Is the enemy going to attack?" the commander of the 27th Army asked eagerly.

"It's not clear yet," the lieutenant general replied. "It's possible that the enemy wants to feign an attack, or they want to destroy our siege equipment!"

"Your Excellency! Let me go and watch from the front!" said the commander of the 28th Army Corps. "Don't worry, as long as I am here, the enemy will not succeed!"

"Okay! I will send catapults to support you!" The lieutenant general nodded, and the commander of the 28th Army immediately mounted his horse and left.

"That's the bad thing about this fog!" Major General Longlia said angrily, "It really comes at the wrong time! Your Excellency, lighting magic doesn't have much effect in the fog. You have to use fire and wind magic to disperse the fog!"

"I know this, but the battle hasn't started yet, and the magician's magic power is limited after all!"

"Your Excellency! We have strong troops!" the commander of the 27th Army continued. "The most urgent issue at the moment is to protect our siege equipment. Otherwise, our attack will be affected, and it will be very difficult to break through the Tucheng tomorrow!"

The lieutenant general's brain was running rapidly. He knew that now was not the time to hesitate, and there was also an order from the military department oppressing him... Finally, he made a decision and let the magician use all necessary means to disperse the big monster in front of him.

fog.

"In this case, we will only suffer more casualties in the next attack..." the lieutenant general thought to himself, "This is nothing compared to the honor of the entire alliance!"

He didn't know that he was pushing himself towards the abyss with his own hands.

Not long after, there was a faint flash of white light in the confused sky!

Suddenly, large and small magic fireballs were continuously shot from the formation of the Demon Alliance, and some magicians jumped out of the formation, releasing a large number of fire walls in the wilderness between the Demon Alliance and Tucheng.

It didn't take long for these magicians from the Demonic Alliance who were supposed to come on stage after dawn to turn the open space outside Tucheng into a hell... The fireballs in the sky were flying aimlessly, and the walls of fire were burning in the wild.

All the catapults were launched, and a large number of stones cut through the fog and smashed down on the wall of the earth city. A large amount of wind magic whizzed past. The entire night sky was blood red, and all kinds of extremely unpleasant sounds were mixed with the pounding of drums.

It touches everyone’s eardrums!

But apart from the sound of drums, not even an ant came out of Tucheng.

"Be careful - don't let your guard down!" The messenger of the Demonic Alliance Army conveyed the latest order of the lieutenant general to the ears of every school-level officer. So... the magician continued, and the catapult continued!

With a magic torch in one hand and a sharp knife in the other, the officers of the Demonic Alliance Army walked back and forth in the queue, loudly cheering on their men!

"It's nothing! They're just a bunch of hungry bugs!" The officers bulged their eyes and shouted at the top of their lungs, "They can't even stand, and you can chop them down with just one knife! Come on, brothers.

! Let us chop off the heads of these bastards! One head is one silver coin! One silver coin is one hundred copper coins! One copper coin can buy two pieces of black bread! Half a silver coin can buy you two beautiful ladies to have fun with!

Want some bread? Want a pussy? Get those bug heads in exchange!"

Following the officers' voices, the men supervising the battle team took out their money bags from their arms and shook them around!

"This is the sound of money, money, money! Listen, how sweet it is." The officers jumped up and down in the queue like madmen, "Do you want it? Do you want it? Do you want it? This money

It’s all for you! If you want, trade it with the enemy’s head!”

The soldiers raised their ears, swallowed dryly, listened to the soul-stirring voice, and responded loudly to the officer.

"Watch it! As soon as those bed bugs show up, you rush in and kill them! Then you will have money, food and fun, and everyone will be a rich man..."

The officers continued to incite, and as long as the enemy did not appear, they would continue talking... until the repeated words made the soldiers' bodies feel hot, until the sound of those silver round objects made the soldiers' minds dizzy.

But until the officers of the Demon Alliance shouted slogans until their throats went dry, and until the people supervising the team shook their money bags until their arms ached... except for the sound of drums, not even a single ant came out of Tucheng.

"This is the enemy's trick, be careful and don't let your guard down!" The orderer brought the order again, so the magician continued, the catapult continued, everyone continued!

Half an hour has passed, one hour has passed, two hours have passed... and it will be dawn in a while.

The officers of the demon alliance army could no longer shout, and the magicians had used up all their magic power... The soldiers were still lined up in neat formations, but their enthusiasm for fighting with the enemy had been exhausted.

Suddenly, without warning - the drums stopped!

In the headquarters of the Demon Alliance Army, several top commanders stared at each other, and everyone felt extremely miserable. The drums that had been beating in Tucheng for so long did not make any sound, and now even the drums have stopped.

It seemed like I was really fooled.

The three major generals looked straight at Lieutenant General Zai, waiting for his next order.

No one spoke, and in this situation, they were fooled, and no one had the shame to accuse each other.

"This bastard... what on earth does he want to do!" The lieutenant general's face was livid, and he raised his voice like a woman who had been abandoned by chaos. "He made us wait in vain all night!"

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, the important thing is what should we do now?" Major General Longria lost no time in reminding him, "Our soldiers have been standing for a long time, and it will be dawn soon, and time does not allow us to form the team again."

"No need to disband anymore! Order the soldiers to rest where they are and start attacking after dawn." The lieutenant general closed his eyes in pain, "This drum sound... No matter what the purpose of Cohen Keda is, I will not

Let him go!"

From what he said, it seemed as if he would let Cohen go without the sound of the drum.

As for the dozen or so small troops sent by Cohen, they had already sneaked through the camp while the demon alliance was in chaos, and settled down behind the demon alliance. Cohen saw them teleporting back with special techniques.

The news stopped the drumbeat.

"It's finally dawning." Looking at the sky, the commanders on both sides said in their hearts, "The fog should be thicker!" Cohen thought.

"The catapults have begun to attack the city wall! Troops, hurry up and eat something!" At the same time, the top commander of the Demon Alliance issued such an order. (To be continued)


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