Monarch of Evernight

Floating, White City, a quick battle just ended.

The sky rises halfway through the night, looking all over the city, taking every detail to the fore. For example, if he is strong at this level, he has far more brainpower than ordinary people, and he has seen it once, he has recorded the topography of the left near range in his brain. Until the war begins, there is no need to observe the terrain and it can be used as it is in one's own home.

After looking at the terrain and defensive layout, he landed next to Song Zining at night and asked: “What are we doing now? ”

“Sleep.” Song Zining did not hesitate.

The Dark Race only retreats once it has been frustrated by a probationary attack. But as the Imperial Army's offensive unfolds, soon they will understand the importance of time and find a way to mobilize heavy troops to take this place down at all costs.

As long as White City remains, the evacuation of the permanent night convoy from the landing strip remains under threat. The Dark Race cannot endure it in any way, and it is bound to die. The next day or two will be a really tough time.

Thousands of nights went through the whole battle plan in my head, and I said, "What about outer space? ”

Song Zining said: "According to the information we have, this time the outer space fleet will be dominated by the defensive first fleet, and the right-hand party has returned to the surface to participate in the battlefield there. ”

A thousand nights slightly frowned, "The right phase in the ground battle? Which part is he in charge of? ”

Song Zining was well aware of the meaning of the thousand nights of questioning, and replied: “Don't worry about that. This time, the Right Minister will not be responsible for specific combat command, but for the management of logistics from the Empire to the surface. ”

Thousands of nights are a little reassuring, but there's always a blurry shadow in my heart, but I can't say what it is. Maybe it's because of Marshal Lin? Recently, Whirlpool's secret treasure and battle plan came from other hands, like everything is normal, but carefully thought out, the news about him has been repeated a few times, no one has seen him himself?

At this moment, the glimpse of a familiar person suddenly passed away. He didn't fake his thoughts, and as soon as he flashed, he arrived behind the person and brought the other hand.

The man was wearing ordinary mercenary clothes, and when he was carried around, he shouted: “Is that you? ”

This little soldier-dressed guy is actually nineteen princesses.

The face of the thousand nights suddenly sank, the nineteen princesses came unintentionally sensitive, she stayed in the Palace of the Spirit was the best, safer and easier to control. But I didn't expect her to be able to mingle with Ying Ling Palace and sneak out to White City.

At this moment, however, the ground chainsaw battle has become a reality, and the dark-fired floating fleet has long been in outer space, responsible for locking up the void route and preventing the rear of the force from being cut off. At this time, it is no longer possible to patrol back the battle alone for the nineteenth princess.

Without panicking at all, the nineteenth princess squeezed out a lovely ghost face and said vividly: "You caught me. ”

“What are you doing here if you're not in the temple of the Spirit?” Ask cold at night.

“Interesting here! I have Qin Ji's blood on me, and I practiced well. Is there any reason to avoid war?!” Nineteen is straight and bold.

Thousands of nights looked at Song Zining. Even if Carol didn't notice, how could Song Zining have been omitted? Indeed, Thousand Nights saw the familiar color of change in Song Zining's eyes. He looked immobile, but Thousand Nights somehow understood what he meant: hostages.

Today's Emperor Qin is even, but the princess still continues the emperor's traditionally strong blood and talents, especially those with excellent matrilineal lineage, compared to the Emperor's maidens of the year, Haimi and Gaoyi are no worse. Nineteen princesses are slightly worse, their losses are invisible in the matrilineal line, but in this generation, there are only three or five princesses stronger than her.

Such a young and promising princess ran to White City, and as long as the news was released, no matter what the commanding marshals and generals thought, they had to do everything in their power to rescue the place. Otherwise, the death of the nineteen princesses will be fine. If it falls into the hands of the Dark Race, the crime of a missed fighter will certainly not be lighter.

As for how the news of the nineteenth princess in White City can be disseminated, how can one be sure? Don't worry, since she is here, the matter can not be a secret one. Sooner or later the military will know the whereabouts of the nineteenth princess. By now, it was impossible for the Empire to take her alone back to the rear, and only honestly and according to the original plan, could it forcibly open the passage through the landslide.

But whoever enters the great battlefield will have to live up to his fate, and that means reducing some obvious anthropogenic disturbances.

I can't bear to look closely at the nineteen princesses. Her little face was filled with anticipation and curiosity, and she didn't seem to understand that she had actually become a hostage.

A thousand nights ago, this underage princess, who grew up in the Imperial Inland Deep Palace, was sent directly to the most dangerous battlefield without ever having truly seen the cruelty of war.

"Nineteen nights were set in front of Song Zining." Give her a seat. ”

Nineteen quit immediately and shouted, “I'm coming with you! ”

“What are you doing with me? Drag your legs back?” The thousand nights were rude and walked away.

Song Zining grabbed the nineteenth princess and smiled. “What's the point of following him? Let me do it. ”

“Follow you? Then what?”

Song Zining pulled the nineteen princesses directly up, then her eyes slightly moved. Nineteen could indeed keep the sky afloat herself, she should have been a war general.

Though Song Zining turned his mind on seventeen or eight thoughts, it didn't show up at all. The two arrived at a high point in the city, where three mercenaries were already stationed.

Song Zining looked around and took a sniper gun and handed it to the nineteenth princess. He said: "You are here to snipe each other's officers. ”

Seeing that huge sniper gun, the nineteenth princess's eyes lit up, like a child with a new toy, smiling. She is incredibly skilled at quickly examining and familiarizing herself with the movements of the various parts of a firearm.

Nineteen princesses were settled in, and Song Zining watched them next to him before leaving. Whatever she wants to do, she can't follow a thousand nights. When the battle is really intense, the thousand nights will surely be besieged by the everlasting strong, beside him is the most dangerous position.

Dark Fire mercenaries in the city are hurrying, or resting, or eating. They are all veterans, knowing that the next battle is going to get harder and harder and worse. If they don't eat enough, they don't know if they will have a chance to eat next time.

The sky dimmed and the night slowed down.

In the work on the outer edge of the line of defense, sitting an elderly mercenary, his cortical battle suit was long polished, and a Force pistol at the waist was an antique that had been in use for many years. He sat back against the wall, his eyes slightly closed and he was napping.

One officer walked into the work, looked at the old mercenary, but withstood no seizures, while prompting the other fighters to step up their guard and allow the old mercenary to continue to rest.

The officer suddenly became somewhat anxious and couldn't help but take another look at the old mercenary. At this point, the old mercenary suddenly opened his eyes, and those strange eyes with vertical eyes suddenly allowed the officer to fight a cold war.

The old mercenary looked as if he didn't see his boss standing in front of him, jumping up, pounding into the construction shooting hole, sniffing hard for a few moments, then turning back and screaming, “I smell a werewolf! ”

Before his voice fell, he reached through the hole and grabbed a giant paw at the old mercenary's neck.

The old mercenary reacted extremely quickly and lowered his head. The werewolf's claws crossed his helmet and brought a spark. Fortunately, the neck bones of the old mercenaries were strong enough not to be broken during heavy shocks.

The werewolf grabbed his helmet and tried to crush the old mercenary's head with his helmet. The old mercenary kicked a foot in the wall and jumped back. There's only one helmet left in the wolf claw.

The old mercenary escaped and immediately pulled out the huge antique force pistol in his waist, charging, aiming and shooting was completed in an instant, one shot in the arm of the werewolf in the hole.

The loud roar echoed in the work, almost deafening several nearby recruits. At the mouth of the Force pistol, a long Force flame erupted, and the Werewolf's thick arm blew up a large chunk of flesh, and the whole arm was actually blown in the middle!

Half-cutting arms flew across the entire construction, falling on the other end, and its claws were still caught on the helmet, which had been pinched into a piece of scrap iron.

The pain of the werewolf hysteria roared out of work, and even the fierce werewolf couldn't bear the pain of a broken arm.

Huge gunshots and werewolf roars worked better than any alarm, and instantly the entire line boiled. All fighters who are still resting or eating grab their weapons and rush to their positions. An illumination flare slammed into the sky and slowly landed, glowing the entire forward edge of the position.

In an instant, the Dark Fire Mercenaries will see the mountains full of werewolves!

Covering the silent werewolves through the darkness, many of them could not close their eyes, were hit by the illumination flash, screamed suddenly, fell with their eyes covered, and then rolled in pain. Some of the weakest werewolves even shed blood in their eyes. Only a truly strong werewolf rubbing his eyes can continue to fight.

Between the turns, the Lycan assault team became 708, with a sharp drop in speed and precious time for the defense forces.

The white light emitted by the flare actually contains a rich force of dawn, which is very lethal for a werewolf with extremely sharp dark vision. One accidentally looks directly at the white light, lightly blinds for a short period of time, and heavily damages permanently, or even burns his eyes directly.

Each of these flares is worth a fortune, and even the Imperial Army has very little stock, and is generally only fortified on the battlefield. Song Zining spent a lot of money buying it back during the war preparation period. It turns out that the first battle turned out remarkably well. The Dark Race across the street may not have expected to encounter this thing. The Lycan Pioneer Regiment's attack was directly halved.

The first thing the werewolves touched on the White City defense was the Shadow Wolf and some extraordinarily powerful warriors. Their ethnic talents grew out of darkness, trying to sneak close to the line of defense, sneaking off the sentries before striking hard. But I didn't expect the old mercenary to perceive it very sharply, and then I found the werewolf approaching.

At that time, hundreds of elite werewolves tasked with sneak attacks had stormed into defensive positions and begun to fight and kill mercenaries. A tall werewolf ripped a mercenary's arm off his body and then had a vicious attack and growled up.

However, in this empty space, the three mercenaries simultaneously started from the rear, inserting the bayonet deep into the werewolf's body. All three mercenaries took their positions very harshly, all because of their spinal waist ribs. The werewolf was stronger and couldn't resist such harm, struggling to fall.

The same scene takes place in different parts of the line of defense, and these elite werewolves are powerful in their own battles, but when they break into the line of defense, they face an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers.

The mercenaries of the Neutral Land are all veterans of small-scale combat, working together with each other on a tacit understanding, resolutely harsh, a few rounds, can defeat a strong werewolf. The Lycan army, which was originally scheduled to be backed up, was blocked by flares, which slowed it down for a few steps. Just a little short of time, the hundred werewolves who broke into White City were overthrown.

Yet the subsequent werewolf warriors still swept the mountains as if they were endless.