The night is gone, the dawn is approaching, everything is immersed in haze, and the rising sun in the east breaks through the dark sky, dotting this ancient land, shining the city of sad winds with vitality, which makes people can't help but be confused.

Lugo stood at the top of the tower and stared into the distance, the vibrant morning sun reflected in his eyes, but it never illuminated the gray and deep.

Because he knows that no matter how beautiful the celestial phenomena are, they are all vain at this time.

In the early morning, when it was time for the changing of the guard, the sentry of the previous night dragged his tired body away, and could not wait to fall asleep, and the new sentry stood at the head of the city with weapons and binoculars, taking over the duties of guarding his companions.

"Lord Lugo!" Suddenly, a sweet call came from behind Lugo.

Lugo looked back, and a childish girl stood there in a combat uniform, her hair splashed like ink by the morning breeze, and her delicate cheeks showed a lovely red like apples, as full of vitality as the newborn sun.

Previously, the rebels were so numerous that it was impossible to recognize everyone, but this young girl, Lugo, had the impression that her name was "Luta", and that she was one of the first slaves to pass the test and enter the independent space to participate in armed training, and she had always worked hard and left a good impression on him.

Lugo nodded to her in greeting, saying, "Don't call me sir, you're not a slave anymore." ”

Luta blinked, "What about you?" Are you still a slave? ”

Lugo said inexplicably, "Of course I'm not. ”

Luta smiled and said, "But you still call 'Chino-sama'." ”

Lugo was speechless: "That's a heartfelt honorific title!" ”

Luta's tone was quite naughty: "I also have an honorific title for you from the heart~"

Lugo poked her forehead angrily: "I can't talk about you, okay." ”

Luta grinned as she stood beside Lugo, she picked up her binoculars and looked at the end of the horizon, her voice sinking a little: "The Kingdom Army could attack at any time, right?" ”

Lugo: "yes. ”

Luta: "Lord Lugo, are you afraid?" ”

Lugo was silent for a moment, then muttered, "Maybe." ”

"I'm not afraid at all!" Luta looked into the distance, the morning sun shining in her smiling eyes, "Because, I have found the meaning of life." ”

"What does it mean to live?" Lugo muttered.

Luta sighed, her tone a little melancholy: "At a very young age, I was thinking about a question - why am I alive? ”

"As a slave, my life was monotonous and repetitive, and I was driven to work every day when I woke up, and I worked until I fell asleep at night, and when I woke up, it was the same day."

"What I create, whether it's the food I grow or the handicrafts I weave, has nothing to do with me, and all I get a daily reward is a ration to live one more day."

"My existence is like an inanimate tool, like a hoe in the field, which is replaced with a new one when it is used by those noble lords... All the chaos in the world does not belong to me, and since this is the case, it seems that it makes no difference whether I live or die. ”

Luta stretched out her hand in front of her, her five fingers slightly closed, as if she was touching the sunlight shining through her fingers, and her eyes became firm: "It wasn't until I joined the rebel army that I found the answer to my question." ”

"It may be hypocritical to say that – I live to change the world. I don't want anyone in this land to be as humble and inferior as I used to be, and I don't want to see any more oppression and exploitation in the world. ”

"Even if the road is difficult, long, full of blood and sacrifice, it is meaningful, because it is for myself, for my compatriots, for my descendants."

"The rebels taught me freedom and equality, and they also gave me a reason to live, so I was not afraid at all, even if this war was lost. History is destined to remember all this, and we are free people, fighting for our ideals. And not as slaves, in the hands of those who are high up ... Reduced to a tool! ”

From beginning to end, Lugo just silently looked into the distance, his eyes like black water in a dead well, lifeless and without the slightest wave.

"Maybe," he muttered.

...

At 10:37 a.m. on the 25th of the Frosty Sky, as the distant sky sounded one after another horns, more than 4 million Kingdom troops assembled in twelve directions and began to launch a general attack, and the offensive and defensive battle of Sorrowful Wind City officially began.

From the city wall, you can see the battlefield in full view.

Fifteen miles outside the city of Sorrowful Wind as the beginning of Yin, the kingdom's military array stretched on the ground like a carpet, and the laurel flower king flag hung on the flagpole like a forest, fluttering slowly in the morning breeze.

Arranged at the forefront is the heavy assault unit of the Earth Dragoon troops, they are dressed in extremely resistant fully enclosed heavy armor, the ground dragon under them erupts from time to time to burst out of a violent roar, do not hide the desire for killing and blood, the huge cavalry spear reflects the scorching sun of the dome, as if there is a flame burning, but it brings a deathly cold feeling.

Advancing with the Dixing Dragoons were heavily armed troops, all kinds of siege equipment like a hill, and what was even more chilling was that they contained a large number of extraterrestrial weapons, all of which were collected after the defeat of the rebel army.

Heavy machine guns, tanks, artillery ... A variety of advanced weapons are mixed with indigenous heavy weapons, and the sunlight is refracted on the metal surface, as if it wants to set the entire sky on fire.

Above all of these forces were layers of energy flowing, apparently a barrier laid by the Soul Sorcerer's army to defend against long-range attacks.

With the strength of these barriers, even if the Storm City rebels launched weapons of mass destruction, it would probably be difficult to penetrate them directly.

The rebel army defending the city of Sorrowful Wind had a depressed and murderous atmosphere, but they did not despair, because Lugo had told them one thing before the battle - Chino was preparing a secret weapon in the independent space, scorching the sky!

The legend of the "scorching fire" has been heard by anyone who lives in Doguland.

In that ancient era, even the legendary Sun King, the "chief of the gods", could not resist the scorching fire of the heavens.

The rebel warriors did not hesitate to believe that as long as the scorching heavenly fires powerful enough to kill the gods were sprinkled on the battlefield, the million-strong army of Dogurand would be wiped out!

Lugo stood at the head of the city, raising his arms and shouting at the soldiers in the rear: "Three days! Chino-sama needs 3 days to prepare! As long as we survive these 3 days, the scorching heavenly fire will fall from the sky, and all the kingdom troops who dare to be our enemies will be wiped out! ”

"These abominations will regret being our enemies! They will die in fear and despair, just like the Sun King, who set the iron law to oppress you! ”

"Rebel soldiers, listen to my orders and stick to the City of Sorrowful Wind for 3 days! Get ready to meet the enemy! ”

A scorching battle cry erupted in the City of Sorrowful Winds, and morale was rising steadily, almost piercing the sky, and everyone was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the scorching heavenly fire.

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However, Lugo was the only one in the entire City of Sorrowful Wind, there was no so-called scorching fire, and even the independent space in the command room was empty, all to deceive everyone.

After 3 days, no matter whether the decapitation operation is successful or unsuccessful, no one will come to save Sad Wind City.

All the rebels here will die, for the sake of Chino and the higher ambition behind him, forever...