After ending the call with the alliance, Li Ke immediately sent a communication request to the legion. After reporting at various levels, he finally contacted General Griffin, the commander-in-chief of the legion in Luoxia Province.

However, when he threw out the prepared proposal, Griffin's answer was beyond his expectation -

"Dreaming." Looking at the face in the holographic image, Griffin said with a cold smile.

Li Ke was stunned for two seconds and tried to persuade him.

"You have no chance of winning. If you sit down and negotiate now, you can still keep Oasis No. 2."

Griffin stared at him for a while, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Do you think that oasis is what we need?" Li Ke pressed his eyebrows with a headache.

Negotiating with the Legion is far more difficult than negotiating with the Alliance.

He thought he had done enough research and preparation, but the price he offered still failed to arouse the other party's interest.

This couldn't help but make him feel a little frustrated.

"Then what do you want? You can always talk about it." "What do you want? Hahahaha."

As if he heard some funny joke, Griffin suddenly laughed out loud. After a long time, he looked at the man in front of him and continued in a sarcastic tone.

"You who are still weighing the pros and cons don't understand."

Before the person on the holographic screen could speak, Griffin casually waved his right hand and hung up the communication.

"There is no need to report the college's phone number to me anymore." The bodyguard in bulletproof armor saluted respectfully. "Yes!"

Griffin nodded calmly. "Go down."

The guard turned and left the camp.

He was the only one left in the spacious camp.

Sitting on a chair carved from palm wood, Griffin quietly looked at the silent night sky outside the curtains and the flickering shadows on the curtains caused by the brazier.

Claes......

Maclean...

The most fanatical die first, then the stupid.

Even if he doesn't like the behavior of those two people, it doesn't stop Griffin from respecting them.

Compared with the traitors who surrendered with their hands raised and the cowards who were too timid to move forward, they all fought like heroes to the end for His Majesty the Marshal's ideals, using their own blood to pave the way for the Weilant people to conquer everything.

The road to triumph.

"We agreed back then to plant the legion's flag at the highest point of the Great Rift Valley and return to the Triumph City with the glory of victory..."

"It's so lonely."

Reaching out and picking up the brass flask, Griffin poured himself a glass of red wine. The bright red color swaying in the glass rekindled a trace of desire in his cloudy pupils.

"You are as twisted and stupid as you, and neither hell nor heaven will accept you... In this case, just stand there and keep your eyes open."

Even if all his plans fail, he still holds the last trump card.

He would tell those two idiots that caution was not out of cowardice, and that he, who was loyal to His Majesty the Marshal, had never been afraid of death.

As long as his sacrifice is meaningful, he will give up this body of flesh and blood without hesitation.

"...I will fulfill your long-cherished wish." Even if the cost is himself.

After pouring the wine in the cup into the brazier, Griffin's face burned with madness as he looked at the flying sparks and carbon shavings.

"bring it on."

Evil, ugly, chaotic barbarians...I think you must be ready to wake up.

No. Oasis, Honey Badger City.

Under the towering river embankment was a billowing smoke, and the dusk in the distance came to an end with the gradually subdued artillery fire.

Before the ground troops arrived, the Heart of Steel, guided by the Goblin Corps aircraft, carried out repeated bombings on the suburban positions.

The bunkers and trenches standing in the wheat fields were almost completely buried by the dust kicked up by the shells.

After suffering nearly a thousand casualties, the soldiers who were left behind finally couldn't bear the fear of death, raised their hands in surrender, and walked out of the trenches.

Honey Badger City, which had blocked the Legion for three days, was captured by the Death Corps and the Restoration Army of the Honey Badger Kingdom in just two hours.

He rushed to the edge of the city, paddled the water, raised his arms and shouted, raising his rifle and shouting.

"Brothers! Occupy the City Lord's Mansion! The valuable intelligence and information are there, don't let the NPCs get there first! Remember not to kill those who surrender, but try to capture those alive!"

The green light that could frighten the children appeared in the eyes of the strength animals following him, so that the survivors did not even dare to come out of the house to welcome Master Wang.

"Ouch!" "Take them!"

In less than two hours, a survivor settlement with hundreds of thousands of people was captured.

This time the MVP should be enough! On the other side.

Looking at the devastated capital city just around the corner, Marshal Yade of the Restoration Army felt his eyes were moist, and his chest was filled with thousands of thoughts.

He dismounted and knelt on the ground, pulled out the sword from his waist, inserted it into the ground as a tombstone, and placed his palm on the blade of the sword to pray devoutly.

"Father...Mother...I'm back."

The guards around him also dismounted and knelt on the ground. At this time, a messenger trotted over.

Seeing Marshal Yade kneeling on the ground, he quickly touched his knees to the ground and reported.

"Report, Sir! When we were retaking the river embankment, we captured several lackeys from the Falcon Kingdom... They were installing explosives on the river embankment, preparing to blow up the favor given to us by the Spirit of the Sand Sea. What do you think?

Deal with them!"

Yade slowly stood up from the ground, pulled out the sword stuck on the ground, and handed it into the hand of the messenger.

"Use this sword to chop off their heads and place them under the river embankment."

The eyes of the messenger's eyes flashed with hatred, and he took the sword from the marshal's hand with both hands and took the order.

"yes!"

The Alliance doesn't kill prisoners, but they don't have many rules.

For the villains who betray their faith and soul, the desert residents have their own ways to punish those sinners.

After explaining everything, Yade turned back on his horse, waved the reins, and led the guards towards the city.

The battle in the city has ended.

The governor appointed by the Falcon Royal Family had fled, leaving only one servant who was in charge of the accounts. He had no time to escape and was captured alive by people from the Alliance.

The City Lord's Mansion is currently under the control of the Death Corps.

The Restoration Army under his command has recaptured the castle and palace that once belonged to them.

The legion's flag was torn down by the soldiers who climbed up the river embankment, and replaced with the Honey Badger King's flag rewoven from devil's silk.

Looking at the flags flying on the river embankment, the residents of the city walked out of their homes one after another and stood on both sides of the street to welcome the soldiers entering the city.

Looking at the ragged people with sallow faces and thin muscles on both sides of the street, Yade felt a pain in his heart.

Famine in a land blessed by the spirit of the sand sea is simply blasphemy.

He looked at the Guards officer on the side. "Open the granary and distribute the food to them."

The captain of the Guards had a troubled look on his face and reported in a low voice, "The granary is under the control of the Alliance."

Yade was silent for a while. "Take me there." The captain of the Guards took the order. "Yes!"

The granary is not far from the City Lord's Mansion. While controlling the City Lord's Mansion, the Alliance soldiers also controlled it at the same time.

Yade noticed that these people were not soldiers of the Death Corps. Their military uniforms and insignia should be those of the First Army Corps of the Alliance.

"Who is in charge here?" He shouted as he looked at the soldiers at the door of the granary.

It was beyond his expectation.

The person who walked out from behind the courtyard wall was not an Alliance officer, but a plainly dressed woman wearing jeans and a T-shirt. "It's me."

While standing at the door, Teresa looked nervously at the man on the horse.

Just as she expected, almost the moment her face appeared, Yade, who was riding on the horse, narrowed his eyes.

The guards who followed him tightened their grip on the horse rifles in their hands, their eyes without exception flashing with hatred.

Several Alliance soldiers looked at each other and took two steps forward to stand next to Teresa.

They are not interested in the grudges of the desert residents, but the administrator ordered them to protect this person's safety, so no one can harm her.

"What are you doing here?" Holding the reins in his right hand, Yade raised his hand to signal the cavalry behind him to put away their weapons, and looked at her coldly.

Teresa took a deep breath and said truthfully.

"I am the person in charge of the refugee home appointed by the Alliance...The Alliance will hand over the captured food to us for resettlement, and let me do everything possible to rescue the residents here--"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the angrily scolding voices of a group of Guards soldiers behind Yade.

"That's food plundered from our land!"
To be continued...