Author: Leader of the Tofu Naoxian Party

"Distinguished master, when will we take action?" At this time, on the top of a mountain, Salter, wearing a light steel helmet, asked Zhong Ming with a solemn expression.

Zhong Ming put down the telescope, rubbed his eyebrows, and said: "You can decide the time of attack tonight.

Remember, speed must come first and never stop;

Be sure to feed the enemy and go into battle lightly;

We must focus on annihilating the enemy's resistance forces, and the target is directly at the enemy's capital, Skler City!"

"All of Yaxia's space equipment, all that I can get my hands on, will be given to you. If you still can't do it well, haha..."

"Master, why didn't you take action personally? If you did it yourself, why would you bother to mobilize troops like this?" Salter asked cautiously.

"Me?" Zhong Ming looked up at a certain place in the sky and said, "I'm afraid I can only rely on you to fight this war. I have to deal with some 'old friends'."

"Don't worry, I will try my best to give you some instructions via remote control, but don't count on me for micro-management. Feel free to do whatever you want."

"If you can't even defeat those thugs after changing your clothes, then I will kill you and go to the seven hells to find another officer with a sane mind. Do you understand?"

Salt was so excited that he swore that Andreouya was just a group of people who wanted to sell their heads, and taking their heads was like picking out a bag, and so on.

After the conversation, Zhong Ming immediately disappeared from the spot and flew towards a cloud somewhere in the sky.

This high altitude can be said to be shrouded in clouds and mist, and below are the clouds extending to the horizon, as soft as white silk, sometimes floating, sometimes rolling.

Zhong Ming flew at such a high altitude, accompanied by the sound of wind and pressure, enjoying the joy and freedom brought by natural flying.

If there weren't two annoying people in front of him, Zhong Ming would be more comfortable.

"Alas," Zhong Ming sighed slightly and said to the two majestic figures standing side by side in front of him, "You two, are you okay?"

The Poseidon, who was wearing a blue-gold robe, had his eyebrows twitching and said nothing.

On the contrary, the God of Vacuum, who was about to invade the faith area, smiled and replied to Zhong Ming: "Good afternoon, God of Wealth, or should I say God of Gold?"

As soon as Zhong Ming stepped into Andre Oya, he felt two divine powers suddenly appeared and locked onto him very quickly.

"Isn't this a good place? Let's fight somewhere else?" Zhong Ming pointed to it, "I won't talk about the flowers and plants that will be hurt. If a group of humans are killed, it will also be a loss for the winner."

After saying that, they continued to fly towards outer space. The God of Poseidon and the God of Vacuum looked at each other and pulled away to catch up.

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That night, Salt led an army of 100,000 extraordinary warriors with "manual titles, horses picking bells", and quickly crossed the desolate forest of Langster County in the westernmost part of the border province of Craven. Their momentum was as fast as a tiger's, and their speed was as fast as the wind.

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The first to attack was Budapest, the core city of Longster County.

This place gathered about one-third of the additional defenders sent by Andreouia to the front line during these days. The city was well-fortified and well-supplied, the army was elite, and there were many strong men, making it extremely difficult to conquer.

After taking this city, the province of Kraven will be a little girl with an open arms, ready to be slaughtered.

Along the way, there were occasionally some nocturnal dark creatures and alien races who encountered such a murderous army, and they didn't open their eyes and wanted to test their abilities.

Even the low-level monsters that occasionally appear in the forest are huddled in their lairs for fear of being caught and beaten.

After walking for a long time, Salt's excellent night vision ability saw a faint light of fire in the distance.

Oh, it turned out to be a rare team sleeping outdoors in the wilderness.

Salter winked at the group of soldiers behind him.

The roaring sound of horse hooves woke up the people in the wilderness camp. The "horse face" who got up from the night looked at the team in front of him like a huge black snake in shock, turned around and was about to run away.

"Stop!" A soldier wearing a light armor and steel helmet caught the wind at his feet and easily caught the man.

Then the sergeants swarmed forward, and the people in the camp also raised their hands in surrender.

"Don't be afraid," under the firelight, looking at the seven or eight people dressed as farmers in front of him, Salt tried his best to force out a kind smile, "We are Yaxia's army, Yaxia, do you know?"

With a grunt, the timid horse-faced farmer suddenly felt a drum in his stomach.

In the queue behind Salt, a big-eyed soldier stood up and reported without any instructions. He took out a piece of bread that he had brought with him and handed it to the horse-faced people.

After hesitating for a short while, this stuff that exuded the fragrant aroma of grain finally broke through the bold farmer's guard and started to gobble it up.

The big-eyed soldier distributed another piece of bread to each of these farmers, handed the water bottle to the horse-faced farmer, and immediately reported to the queue again.

Salt looked at the big-eyed soldier with satisfaction and asked, "What's your name?"

"Your Excellency General, my name is John Tucker!" the big-eyed soldier saluted again and shouted.

"I remember you." Salt waved his hand to let him enter the queue.

The surrounding soldiers couldn't help but look at John with envy. If he could be remembered by the general, his future would be bright.

John had a determined look on his face and looked ahead expressionlessly.

The few farmers who had eaten and drank enough looked at the dark army with no end in sight. They also dropped most of their vigilance and began to talk in a flurry of words:

"Mr. Yaxia, we have been waiting for you to come. These nobles simply don't regard us as human beings. They even took away the little food we had."

"That's right, that's right."

"Sir, follow me. I am familiar with this area and I know there is a trail."

"Sir, the wife's brother of the child of my seventh aunt and eighth aunt is a soldier for Master Vulture. I know where their food is hidden."

This urgently collected war tax drained the families of Andreouya farmers who were not already wealthy.

Coupled with the propaganda posters flying in the sky, these farmers in front of them decisively voted for the "Asian Soldiers".

If it hadn't been for this unfortunate tax, these people wouldn't have poached the animals in the nobles' forests out of hunger.

Sleeping in the wilderness, even close to official roads, is full of dangers at night.

Especially in the middle of the night when the silver moon is sinking and the blood moon is high. These bold farmers with some hunting skills are also scared.

Salt looked at these farmers in surprise and admired the effectiveness of Zhong Ming's public opinion war, which was no worse than the devil in hell in playing with people's hearts.

Under the guidance of these farmers, the 100,000-strong army bypassed most of the defense lines. If they couldn't get around it, they swarmed up and attacked and wiped out the defenders.

Running as fast as lightning, we finally saw the towering city wall in the distance just as the blood moon was rising.

Salt licked his lips, a flash of red light flashed in his eyes, as if he remembered those times fighting in the Hell of Jealousy, and excitedly ordered:

"Everyone stop! Eat and rest! In one hour, follow my orders and launch a full-scale attack on Budapest!"
Chapter completed!