Monarch of Evernight

West of Surface, the Imperial West Road Army, which has been steady and steady, is finally not very peaceful.

A Major General flew straight into the Chinese Army, kneeling on one knee and holding an official envelope with his hands high, said: "My lord, the Ghost Urgent! ”

In the middle of a middle-aged man with a short beard, he took the envelope, opened it, swept a quick glance and immediately hid his anger, impatient: “Another rush! What's the use of rushing? Ben, don't you want to go fast, but how the fuck can you get up now? ”

At this moment, the distant smoke is rolling, the explosion is fluctuating, and the battle is raging. A general next to him also had a grudge, “Three lines of defense were broken in a day. How do we do it quickly? Who knows what the black-blooded bastards are crazy about, don't want to run away, and still play dead here. His Zhao Valve's life is his life, our brother's life is not worth it? ”

Another old adult general slowed down: “My lord, Zhao Junduo is too famous to be treated in full accordance with Zhao Valve's people, who have entered His Majesty's eyes. If it's done well, it's done well. If it's done well, I'm afraid all the hard work will have to be done. ”

The previous general stared: “What is this? The grown-ups are already on the front line, wounded, so what? ”

Blood stains do leak hidden beneath the short beard men's robe. He heard his men arguing and frowned. “Stop arguing! ”

They will be quiet, and he looks at the front line for a moment. “There has been little resistance since the day we left the army, only because I have always been cautious, progress has been a little slow. But now the Dark Races are laying several lines of defense, and every single one of them is beyond the sky. I don't recall that they can still pull out these forces on the surface. The war situation must have changed considerably. And all our roads are blocked, so the middle roads and east roads are conceivable. Beyond White City, it's even less ferocious. ”

Speaking of which, he paused and sighed: "This time it was clear that the Dark Race was doing nothing but small things! Whatever they were up to, if they waved straight ahead and broke through the front line, they could wipe out all their plots. Pass me the order. From now on, strike as hard as you can. Make sure you break two more lines by tonight! ”

The fierce general said, “Commander, my brothers have just pulled down from the front line and are attacking now. I'm afraid the casualties are not small. ”

Short beard man's face heaved, “What, are you scared? ”

The fierce man blushed and shouted, “When will I ever be afraid to die? Look, I'll take care of this line in front of you! ”

“Good! If you fail, the handsome will fight himself! ”

The Imperial Army offensive erupted, and with the massive influx of Vitality Army troops, front-line fighting became extremely tense and the number of casualties rose in a straight line.

By the man with the short beard, an old man looked not at the front line, but at the distant sky. There, a permanent night carrier continued to emerge, apparently laying new lines of defence.

The old general grieved and resented: “I really don't know what all the lords of the Forbidden Fleet are doing. Is this about letting go of all the reinforcements for the whole night? ”

Short bearded men looked up at the sky and slowed down: “Probably their days are not good either. ”

Beyond the void, an Imperial Battleship is sieging a Duke seat alongside several battleships. The void was filled with battleship wreckage, and even warships were blown in two in the middle, helpless to float in the air.

The Duke ship was extremely fierce. Although it was under siege and constantly hit, it was a deadly battle. The ships, large and small, fired constantly and responded desperately. Wherever its main cannon points, the Imperial Battleship must evade immediately, and even the battleships dare not stand in the way.

On the Battleship Bridge, an elderly Admiral of the Forbidden Fleet looked heavily on his face and constantly ordered him to seek the weakness of his opponent in order to strike a deadly blow.

Then an officer rushed into the bridge and said, "General Wu! There's another convoy in the rear! ”

What should we do?

The eyes of all officers fell on the old general's face. General Wu's cheek fluttered, watching the Grand Ducal Ship still in the face of the Dead War, silence for a moment, only punched him hard on the console, biting his teeth: “Keep fighting! Sink this thing in front of me! ”

Officers returned to their positions immediately and attacked desperately. But they all know what General Wu's orders mean. Leaving that convoy alone would mean a tougher battle on the ground. By the end of the war, General Wu will not be spared by the main military personnel of all roads on the ground, especially Zhao.

But his detachment fleet was entwined to death by the Duke's ship, and no one dared point their tail at such an opponent until they sank their opponent.

If there is a hard way to intercept a carrier, there is only one way to do so: send some battleships to strangle the Duke's battleships, while the main battleships turn to intercepting the carrier fleet at full speed and return to the battlefield as soon as possible.

But in addition to the main warships, the other warships are basically dead on the Duke's ship. In the short time that the convoy was eaten, the Imperial side must have sunk the warships.

General Wu, the captain of every battleship, has known each other for many years. How can a decision like this be made to send someone who is also a friend to die? More than three decades after joining the Forbidden Fleet, the Old General has never encountered such a difficult decision.

Everlasting nights have been wagered, placing a Duke fleet on the table, and the Empire, at least General Wu himself, is unable and unwilling to offer the same chips. Without chips, we can only let ground warfare worsen. That is, General Wu's bet is on ground troops.

The same difficult decision lay not only in front of General Wu, but also in front of the other sub-commanders of the Forbidden Fleet. Similar choices have been made, and brazen arms have been broken to intercept the transport fleet at all costs.

The Everlasting Party was supposed to be downwind in the battle of the fleet, but now a fleet is constantly appearing in outer space. This obviously cannot be a fleet temporarily redeployed from the mainland, but has long been ambushed close to the battlefield.

Now no one cares why the intelligence system complaining about the military has come up with such a big basket that they know nothing about the movement of the perpetual night fleet on such a scale. Yet the eternal night was also harsh enough, and so many troops did not invest at all in the pre-war period, leaving the ground forces to be completely devoured and defeated.

The three PLA fleets have been divided into a sub-fleet, fighting once again against the perpetual night fleet throughout outer space for control of outer space. Most sub-fleet commanders, based on years of experience, chose to destroy the viability of the perpetual night fleet before intercepting the convoy.

Their choice cannot be said to be wrong, but in this way, the pressure of the floating ground forces will increase dramatically, and if they are in White City, they will see a constant flow of sky carriers, as if they will never end.

Thousands of nights have not remembered how many people they have killed, the limbs that have always worked well have gradually become numb, and the slaughter has become a mechanical and instinctive reaction, because of the long period of boiling blood and the tingling of silk in the nucleus. The grains trapped in the blood nucleus tissue have drained a lot of light.

But in front of him, there are still so many Dark Races.

All of a sudden there was a slight trance at night, looking up, but never seeing a comrade again.

Where are they? Are they all dead? Where's the reinforcement? Is it coming or isn't it coming? A question surfaces unchecked in consciousness.

The trance was interrupted by the pain of the body, without turning back for a thousand nights, with a sword in his hands, and the werewolves who attacked him secretly were cut in two.

Only this time the wound was a little sore. He looked down and saw a big mouth open under his ribs. The wolf's claws, along with half his arm, were still hanging from the wound. The sharp paw is firmly nailed to the ribs, fortunately the body of the thousand nights has become strong enough to begin to change the bones, which is why the ribs were not scratched.

After taking a deep breath for a thousand nights, he forcibly prompted the blood nucleus to run, suddenly his spirit shook and his eyes reappeared. Dark races are naturally sensitive to perceptions, especially for powerful transverse forces. They feel the power of boiling back into their bodies for thousands of nights, and the flames subside.

But the truly powerful have a hidden sense of a little instability in the atmosphere of the thousand nights, and the power of this moment is more understood as the return of light. All the powerful who move around the thousand nights are not missing, but increasing.

Doyle and Tigger have been watching the battle here at Thousand Nights. No matter how intense the battle, the commanders of the two armies did not move, and there was no further indication that they were going to leave.

Tigger occasionally looks up to Doyle, but no matter how tragic the werewolf casualties are, he doesn't see any expression on Doyle's face.

Seeing the thousands of nights is already rocking, Tigger couldn't help but leap forward and say, "Lord Doyle, do you think he can send another attack like that now? ”

“Why don't you go over there and find out? ”

Tigger hesitated to look into himself and eventually stood still.

Neither Tig nor Doyle saw what happened. Suddenly, at night, he straightened his torso, his wings stretched behind him, and a light feather ejected, instantly not entering the chest of a blood Marquis.

The Marquis screamed and turned around and fled. But he escaped from White City and fell to the ground, never moving again. Throughout the day, he had no blood on him, no wounds.

Tig's eyelids jumped a few times.

He has been shot by an original gun and is now barely pressing his wounds, in fact his physical and defensive abilities are not much stronger than those of the Marquis. If he had been shot by the original gun, I'm afraid immortality would have been a serious injury.

Tigger glanced at Doyle, his eyes filled with consternation, and he wondered whether the uncertain Duke of the Werewolf could see that there was a hand in the thousand nights, or whether it was just luck to guess.

At this point, Doyle had a red flash hidden in her hand. Tig, who was extremely sensitive to blood gas, instantly realized that the red light was actually blood, and that the blood was powerful and deep, making him a deputy duke with some chestnuts.

Doyle finally looked at the battlefield and said, “Finally, it worked. But now we need to do more. Lord Tigger, it's our turn. ”

Tigger nodded and followed Doyle to White City.

Inside White City, Song Zining had just successfully repelled a wave of attacks and returned to a temporary position, suddenly seeing a body in the corner of the room. The body's face was covered by a robe, but her shaped legs showed that she was a young girl.

There are only a few young girls in White City. Song Zinington's heart sinks and he walks over. He opens his robe and looks at the naive face. There is a bit of bitterness in his mouth.

Lying there, of course, is nineteen princesses.