"Come on, come on! Cheers!" In a city in the Rock Empire, a general raised his glass to his subordinates: "It seems that the so-called gods from the Storm Empire are nothing more than that!"
Ever since the Holy Army troops supporting the Rock Empire defeated an attacking puppet army, it seemed that the attacks of the so-called gods had stopped.
At least judging from the current situation, the Rock Empire is holding its own defense line and is in a confrontation with the attacking gods of the Storm Empire.
This was enough to excite the generals of the Rock Empire who were guarding the city! They had lost several cities in a row before, but now they finally stopped losing such a decline. It was obvious that victory belonged to them.
As long as we wait for the Crusaders to help restore the lost territory, the Rock Empire will still be one of the four empires, and it will still be the Rock Empire!
"Cheers!" A group of generals also raised their glasses, and the smiles on their faces could not be concealed.
They had been suppressed by the previous war situation for too long, and now they finally breathed a sigh of relief, so naturally they wanted to celebrate.
Now they can be said to have a strong army, and all the civilians on the front lines have been moved away or directly armed.
The entire city is a fortress. More ballistas are installed on the city walls, and the walls are much reinforced. The opponent will definitely pay a heavy price if they attack such a tightly defended city.
General Fokker, who was sitting in the first place, still looked gloomy. He had seen the troops of those terrible gods with his own eyes. They were really powerful enemies that made people unable to resist at all.
However, the opponent obviously had a numerical disadvantage. After attacking several cities and dispersing their own forces, they no longer had any mobile forces to come to test the attack.
Moreover, the Holy See's Crusaders are still powerful. Although their number is not large, the Pope's Divine Sword is indeed worthy of its reputation. It actually killed so many of the opponent's mobile troops in one go and slowed down the opponent's attack speed.
It can be clearly felt that after the opponent lost a unit, the rhythm of the attack was obviously messy.
If nothing unexpected happens, if the other side does not arrive with new reinforcements, the war will end with their victory.
In fact, Fokker was previously worried that the soldiers of the Storm Empire would participate in this war, but he later discovered that the soldiers of the Storm Empire did not seem to be coming one after another.
It seems that the opponent has no intention of using the soldiers of the Storm Empire to guard the rear and gather the main force to continue the attack.
Judging from these aspects, the other party seems to be uneasy about the armed strength of the Storm Empire. This is definitely good news.
This shows that the other party has not fully digested the power of the Storm Empire, and there is no way to directly arm these soldiers of the Storm Empire.
All in all, these things are good news for the Panshi Empire and news worth celebrating.
These good news encouraged everyone in the Rock Empire, and everyone felt that they had survived the most difficult moment.
Only Fok, only Fok and the eldest prince knew that once the other party received follow-up reinforcements, their rock empire's defense line would be in danger.
"His Majesty the Pope... If the other party gathers an army to attack again, they will have to rely on the power of you and the Holy See's Divine Sword..." Forced a smile, Fokker picked up the wine glass in front of him and pointed it at his side.
The pope saluted: "I offer you a toast!"
The Pope picked up the wine glass, with a faint smile on his face, and agreed: "We are all from this world, so naturally we must unite to resist foreign enemies!"
"It's just that what I'm worried about now is not their attack, but another move of theirs." As he said that, the Pope pushed something in front of Fokker.
Fokker was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the thing - it was a colorful plastic bag with some strange symbols on it, and an indescribable raccoon animal was painted on it.
"This thing is called dry noodles!" The Pope explained to Fokker: "This thing is for eating. Those false gods distribute these very delicious grains on a large scale in the Gale Empire!"
"Buy people's hearts!" Fokker directly grasped the focus of the problem: "They are integrating their occupied areas! They want to be stationed here for a long time!"
"That's right! When they can mobilize the soldiers of the Storm Empire, they will have hundreds of thousands of troops at their disposal! This is no joke. When these soldiers of the Storm Empire join the war, we will be very passive!" the Pope said.
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"Then what can we do?" Fokker asked quickly.
"Take the initiative! Before the other party can gather together, send out troops to defeat them one by one! As long as the false god's troops are eliminated, then the ordinary soldiers of the Storm Empire will not be a concern!" The Pope gave a plan.
Fokker hesitated a little and said: "His Majesty the Pope... I have fought against those false gods from the Storm Empire... To be honest, if they come out in full force, it will not be easy to deal with them!"
"How difficult can it be to deal with? We... have the Divine Sword!" The Pope is still very confident in his own power.
The Divine Sword is his greatest support. As long as he has the Divine Sword in his hand, he can defeat any powerful enemy!
If it weren't for the use of the God Sword, which consumes the hard-won magical energy in his body, he might have unified the world long ago!
"If, if it were you..." Fokker, as the general of the Rock Empire, is naturally well versed in the ways of the world. He must speak in support of the Pope, but there is an uneasy feeling in the tone of his words.
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The Pope didn't mind either. He also felt that only victory could dispel the doubts of a defeated general like Fokker. He also urgently needed a victory to consolidate his current position.
He was not the only one who desperately needed a victory. Just 17 kilometers away from this city, a human officer stood on a low hill and took off the white gloves on his hands.
He patted his trouser legs with his white gloves and ordered the men around him: "Get ready! Tell our enemies that we are coming!"
"Yes!" The subordinate stood at attention and saluted, then grabbed the communication phone carried by the communication staff beside him: "Start on time in 5 minutes!"
A few seconds later, on the position covered with camouflage nets, a thick gun barrel was slowly raised. A loader pushed the 155 mm caliber shell into the gun bore. The sharp shell had a fuse installed.
, it happened to be stuck on the neat rifling.
"Fire!" The next second, the gunner shouted loudly.
