Another general asked, "When will the flying flies arrive?" The road to the cold rock kingdom in the north has been completely blocked by snow, and our 2,000 men over there cannot be withdrawn. ”

Gangde frowned, communicated with the distraction for a while, his face improved slightly, and said, "Two flying flies will arrive in the Cold Rock Kingdom this evening, and then ten will arrive one after another in three days, which is enough to withdraw them all." ”

An equally bald general asked, "My lord, what kind of enemy you are talking about that you have never seen before, and are they really that powerful?"

Gangde glared and said angrily: "I haven't seen it before, of course I haven't seen it." You ask me, how do I know, anyway, as long as we know that they are very powerful, we need to withdraw to the Iron Triangle Empire first and organize a defense line there!"

After breakfast, the generals departed.

Now time is pressing, and in two days, it will be time for the troops directly under the corps to withdraw. The Northern Army has been stationed here for three years, and it can be withdrawn if it is said to leave. Every general has a whole bunch of things to deal with.

The legions of the Crimson Kingdom have always been well supplied, and packing trucks for various armor weapons and supplies is an extremely heavy workload. And the chrysalis and mayflies were sent to bring back the warriors who were scattered in various countries.

Richard has always adhered to the idea that people are more important than equipment, so in the event of a lack of capacity, the Flyflies will prioritize transporting soldiers. Many supplies had to be discarded.

And just like that, another day was spent in tension and depression.

If you look down from the air, the gray walrus, a huge and incomparable monster, is slapping hard against the shore. And on the snow-covered earth, more than a dozen armies have set off, and they are walking on the snow-white land, like teams of tireless black ants.

When Gangde woke up again in the morning, he found himself in a cold sweat.

Outside the window, the sky was even more gloomy, and it was almost noon, but it was still as dark as night. The wind was howling, and snowflakes were already starting to fall in the sky. It seems that it will not be long before a snowstorm falls.

"What the hell weather!" Gonde scolded, and then called his own soldiers in to help him put on his armor. This set of Legendary-level armor is indeed amazingly defensive, but it is also troublesome to wear, and its helmet makes Gangde feel uncomfortable no matter how he wears it.

In the afternoon, it was time for the legion headquarters to evacuate, and part of the farthest garrison of the Cold Rock Kingdom had already boarded the mayflies and was flying towards the headquarters. They will be resupplied with surplus supplies at the headquarters, and then evacuate along the march route of the headquarters, joining the headquarters halfway through.

It stands to reason that in such weather, it is difficult for any army to move, and even the knights of the brood will slow down significantly. When the wind is too cold in the air, units such as mayflies and chrysalis will also be affected. The only one that can move freely is the star chrysalis with the power of space. But there is only one star chrysalis, and other than that, Gangde doesn't know what kind of army can operate in such a climate. It stands to reason that he shouldn't have to worry about being attacked.

But Gangde is restless.

He was neatly draped and strode out of the empty fortress. At this moment, the corps of the headquarters has been assembled, and all the materials that can be taken away have been loaded, and they can be evacuated after just waiting for Gangde's order.

The generals all stood beside the magic knight, waiting for Gonde's orders.

Gangde took one last look at his army and was quite satisfied with its appearance. However, at this moment, a message suddenly came from the distraction, the flying fly transporting the garrison of the Cold Rock Kingdom was attacked!

In an instant, the cold hairs on Gangde's whole body stood up. Neither the cavalry nor the army was attacked would have made him so frightened. But now it's the mayflies that are attacked!

The mayfly flies at an altitude of several hundred meters, almost clinging to the clouds, and in the wind and snow, the average level 12 archers on the ground cannot attack this height. Moreover, in the countries of the East China Sea, everyone knows that the mayfly is the iconic class of the Crimson Kingdom, and once attacking the mayfly, it is equivalent to declaring war with the Crimson Kingdom.

Just with a few Sacred Domain powerhouses in the Farro Territory, they also want to start a war with the Crimson Kingdom where the strong are gathered? Gangde himself can cut them all.

Now it's obvious that the Reapers are attacking the Fly, and they're finally here! And the fact that the Reaper can attack the Flyer means that there are also air troops, so the Northern Legion is likely to be caught up when marching on the ground.

Gangde quickly calmed down and asked the distraction, "Can you save it?"

The split brain replied: "The other party has confirmed that it is the reaper, and it is not a rescue." In addition, the mayflies on the way have returned. ”

Gangde took a deep breath and said, "Then inform the Lengyan King ** regiment, stay in place, and try to hold on!"

"Yes, Lord Gonde. "Distraction is no longer the mechanical answer of the past. This is the change of the brood after it has replenished the soul.

Gonde then turned and shouted to the generals: "Prepare to go, prepare for the march, and the archers and knights in costume prepare for battle." The marching target roars the canyon!"

The generals were all surprised, and roared that the canyon was a must-pass, but it was originally only the midpoint of the scheduled march distance today. Guarding the march is the rhythm of the approaching enemy, is the enemy approaching? If so, it makes sense that they should be stationed in the castle.

But Gangde roared angrily: "What are you still doing in a daze, don't you set off yet?!"

An army of tens of thousands of men left the castle and rolled down towards the Roaring Canyon.

At this moment, in the area close to the coast, a small but fierce battle is going on.

The mayfly moved its massive body and descended to the ground. But its trajectory is crooked, more like it is about to fall. Around the mayfly, several metal warplanes were flying around it at high speed, shooting beams of light from time to time, and occasionally blasting out a few metal projectiles as they approached. Farther away, more small warplanes were flying, shooting a thin beam at the mayflies.

The flyflies were broken everywhere, and a large amount of white steam continued to leak out of the holes. Although the flesh of the wound squirmed, secreting yellow mucus in an attempt to repair the gap, each beam of those metal fighters would reopen a new wound on the fly's body. And the metal projectiles they shoot out when they approach are even more powerful, and they can blast out a huge hole several meters square in the flyer's body with a real hit!

The seriously injured mayfly fell at a noticeable speed and fell to the ground with a thud. Underneath the mayflies, hundreds of warriors rushed out in a wolfish manner. They were well trained and immediately tried to assemble and defend themselves with shields.

Dozens of small fighters the size of cliff eagles roared down in the air, constantly shooting beams of light and blasting at the fighters on the ground. The beam is terrifyingly lethal, and a short stay on the surface of the shield can melt through the shield and then shoot at the warriors.

The leather armor is weaker against the beam, and it is melted through by the beam in the blink of an eye. One by one, the soldiers fell down screaming, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than 100 casualties.

A strong officer shouted, "Shake your shields, don't stand still!, move, move, don't let that damn magic stay on you!"

The warriors immediately began to run as ordered, constantly shaking their shields. This effect was obvious, and most of the fighters in the second wave of attacks were only wounded but not killed. Then several more long arrows shot into the sky, and only one of them hit.

As soon as the officer applauded, his face turned gloomy. The sharp arrow with a fighting spirit actually only shot a little! The hit fighter shook and then circled and attacked as if nothing had happened.

Fighters who lacked the means to fight back could only be beaten passively, and one fighter after another kept falling. The officer's eyes were red all at once, and he grabbed a short spear and threw it with a roar! This short spear, which contained all his strength, shot into the sky like lightning, and slammed into a miniature warplane!

With a bang, the short spear exploded under the action of the fighting spirit, and the miniature fighter finally sparked, shook and fell to the ground. The officer's blow immediately attracted the attention of the small fighters in the sky, one of them swooped down, the muzzle of the cannon under the fuselage flashed red, and a metal projectile blasted towards the officer like lightning!

The officer's hair stood on end, and with a wild roar, he barely grabbed a shield to block himself!

With a bang, a ball of fire rose on the battlefield, and the officer was nowhere to be seen. Then a severed hand clutching the grip of the shield fell from the air and fell to the ground.

It was the only trace left by the officer.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of warriors were reduced to corpses, and the mayflies collapsed to the ground, never moving again. Even with the strong life force of the brood creation, it is not capable of withstanding so much damage.

Reaper's warplanes hovered over the battlefield, and a moment later several rather bulky flying machines flew in, dropping hundreds of mechanical beetles. The beetles immediately began to cut and decompose the corpses of the mayflies and warriors. They perfectly separate the armor from the flesh and blood, like the most skilled killers.

The flesh was compressed into cubes and loaded onto transport ships that were more than ten meters long. Once a ship is filled, the transport ship flies north.

At this moment, Gangde instigated the magic knight and followed the army slowly. He had already ordered the nearby troops to come and converge. Now it seems that if you can't run away from the reaper, if you run for your life in a hurry, you can only be chased and killed by the divert, it is better to retreat without hurry, and if you can't escape, you will concentrate your forces and fight fiercely.

Gangde touched the big axe hanging on the left side of the horse's buttocks, and then touched the seven throwing spears in a row on the right side, and his heart suddenly became much more steady. Ever since he knew that the Reapers' presence was an air force, Gonder ordered all the bows and arrows and spears in the warehouse to be brought.

At this moment, in the Blue Water Oasis City, Richard was standing in the war room, facing the map of Faro, with a grim face.

The distant distractions have already transmitted the report of the latest encounter. The result was terrible, Richard lost a fly, and killed 300 elite soldiers, all but a Reaper plane was shot down, and this was the result of the fourteenth officer's all-out outburst.

The only consolation to Richard was that the Reaper's appearance didn't seem to be very large.

PS: That's it for today, good night everyone.