.The violent sun, the tumultuous heat waves, the clear cicadas, and the snoring sounds coming and going under the shade of the trees.

After a whole morning of painful forced marching, although they did not actually go much further, the useless soldiers of the Giant Bear Legion were still extremely tired. They had used simple meals and consumed all their dry food. After queuing up to get clear water from the river canal on the side of the road, they all found a cool place to sleep soundly. Those who couldn't sleep closed their eyes and rested, intending to just wait until the sunset.

Then return to the auspicious sign under the sunset and enjoy supper under the blowing of magical air conditioning.

As for the war ahead... we should wait until we have enough rest and the weather is cooler. Anyway, this trip to the foreign country has already made everyone full of money and accumulated a lot of glory and merit. Even if the ending is not perfect enough and not gaining an overseas territory for the empire, it is just the boss's own business, and maybe it's better - naturally, you should go back to your hometown to show off, or find a prosperous city to have fun and enjoy it. Who would like to stay with you in this hot and terrible place!

...I have to say that a great man would think in his later years that the more knowledge he had, the more reactionary he was, not completely without factual basis: the "fool soldiers" of the local buns who lack education were mostly simple and straightforward, and would do whatever they said. However, those guys with broad vision often had their own ideas - once the hearts of the people are dispersed, the team will be difficult to lead.

However, it may be feasible to let a group of illiterate "fool soldiers" stand up and charge into battle. However, it is necessary for illiterate people to operate and maintain exquisite magic props, master and understand profound magic principles, and apply them flexibly and appropriately in various complex environments - can this extent be achieved, and may it be illiterate?

As the supreme commander of such a "smart" unit with a habit, ambition and thought, Fili was helpless about it. Due to his excessively delicate appearance and his cowardly style of "stricken wife" in charge, his prestige in the army has been hovering near the passing line, and it is simply a dream to call him and ask him to help him with an arm. Without the two great arcane masters, especially the follow-up supervision of the Legion's big *oss Rebecca, behind the scenes, although he felt more relaxed and comfortable, it was equivalent to missing a Dinghai Shen needle to maintain the majesty of the military order. Without the perfect protection of the Xiangrui, he felt that these people were like a snail with a shell. After only half a day, they were almost dried up.

Therefore, he finally obeyed public opinion and gave up this underprepared risky assault... no matter how depressed he was.

Listening to the snoring at various rhythms and smelling the stench of feet and garbage dissipating, Feili waved the fan a few times in annoyance, but the wind that came out was both sticky and humid, making people feel no coolness, but it quickly made her wrists sore.

The uninvited demon general, Mr. Ou Kai, seemed to be tortured by the heat. He no longer had the intention to continue chatting. He just sat bored with his back against the tree trunk, staring blankly at the clear sky in the north without a trace of clouds, and didn't know what he was thinking about.

The dazzling sun continues to radiate light and heat towards the earth, steaming and grated roads with rammed earth and gravel; the clear sky without clouds seems to be coated with a layer of watercolor paint, as if it presents some unrealistic color; the overheated air makes all the scenery in the field of view distorted and deformed, and even the thinking seems to become dull and stagnant, making people lose all interest in anything - if nothing unexpected happens, for most people here, the hours before sunset will pass silently in naps, yawns and yawns.

However, accidents will arise after all - otherwise the story will not continue.

"Tu tuk, tuk, tuk!"

A rapid sound of horse hooves came from afar, breaking the tranquility of this leisurely afternoon. Reinstein, the captain of the scout, rode the only white war horse on the Xiangrui, and passed through the camps of all parts of the army, and rushed straight toward a big tree where the officers gathered. It seemed that because of thirst and dehydration, the handsome man looked very dazed. After knocking over two unlucky soldiers who could not avoid it, he suddenly lost his balance and fell from the saddle, falling weakly in the grass and panting, but unable to say a complete sentence.

"Ryanstein, what happened to you that made you so anxious?"

Feiri walked over slowly and asked loudly. Seeing that Ryanstein was just gasping for a while, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and snatched the small wine pot from General Oukai's arms, and poured all the remaining last bit of sugar cane into the captain of the scout, "How is it, do you feel better?"

"Ahem, yes, sir." Ryanstein, who finally recovered, nodded, "I just found a very important piece of information..."

"Well, can you answer one of my questions before you start reporting?"

Fili turned his head and looked in the direction where Reinstein was coming, and then interrupted him in surprise, "Where are the Kuroshima Ninjas who I arranged to act with you before? Why didn't they come back? Don't they always like to brag about their magical skills faster than riding a horse?"

Hearing this question, Ryanstein's expression suddenly became very strange. He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to tell the truth:

"...It's not that I'm too picky, but the so-called 'ninja' trained by those laymen in the Kuroshima family is really too lame and too rigid. They actually hugged a black tights and refused to take them off on such hot days, and they all fainted from heatstroke on the way. In order not to delay the serious work, I had to find a cooler pit on the side of the road and kicked them in to cool down... After these guys naturally woke up, they should walk back along the way... Well, probably!" The captain of the scout replied with some uncertainty.

"...I understand, let's continue to talk about what happened, what aspects?" Feili resisted the dizziness and said weakly - a ninja who wore a thick black nightclub night clothes to get himself heatstroke on a sunny day... My wasteful subordinates are really crazy and have no limits!

"It's about the war in Tungbes Port!" Ryanstein took a deep breath and replied solemnly, "I just found out from the front-line defeated soldiers. General Komante died in battle, the siege troops were completely in chaos, and the Elf Army took the opportunity to counterattack... Our defeat was already destined!"

The Incas collapsed?!

The regular army with more than 10,000 people, plus the vassal "militia" of at least 200,000 to 300,000, actually collapsed in front of thousands of miscellaneous troops!!

Even the main general has died in the battlefield!!! Didn’t it be that the moment before that the advancing was unstoppable and the opponent was invincible?!!!

Given such a sharp contrast, the officers who heard the news suddenly collapsed their minds and fell into a state of blank mind, almost collectively petrified. Only the demon general wearing a black wide-brimmed hat and a yellow trench coat showed a smile on the corner of his mouth that others were not easily noticed - he knew very well that another round of gorgeous game "the strong become weak, the weak become stronger" is about to open...

On this grand war stage, the actors who appeared in advance were exhausted, and the time for another group to harvest the fruits of victory was approaching - Oukai is one of them, and he is very likely to become a member of the protagonist.

"Just bear it a little more..."

Ignoring the exclamations and quarrels that were rising and falling all around, General Oukai quietly clenched his fists and murmured in a vague demonic language.

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Go back a few hours ago...

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Accompanied by the crisp gunshots of fried beans, dozens of shirtless natives with flat shoulders and backless instantly bled blood all over their bodies and fell softly on the street. The remaining guys soon lost the courage to continue charging. After a little hesitation, they all made a series of wails, throwing away machetes, door panels, rattan cards and sticks from somewhere, and facing the bullets that were still flying, and once again performed the most clumsy line of turning in the line in front of the barricade of the defenders.

However, looking at the opponent's back as he fled in a panic, the elves in the barricade did not feel cheering.

From early morning to afternoon, they had repelled the enemy's attacks. The continuous battle lasted for several hours, which quickly turned the prosperous urban area of ​​Tongbes Port into a mess. There were burning thatched huts and wooden houses everywhere, and all kinds of broken walls were broken and broken walls. All kinds of messy debris were scattered all over the streets, mixed in between, and many broken dead bodies. Most of them were yellow-skinned, black-headed, and shirtless local natives, while there were very few elves in the green uniforms.

Although the battle situation was so one-sided and tragic, the indigenous thugs pouring into the city were still increasing, and they all seemed to be ignoring their lives and deaths, hitting the last line of defense of the defenders again and again. At its peak, Tongbes Port, which had a population of over 300,000, was one of the most prosperous places on this continent. Coupled with the elves' plunder, the massive amount of wealth gathered here from all directions. Even though it was depressed recently due to the impact of war, the number of various materials accumulated over a long period of time is still quite considerable.

Therefore, although only half of the city has obtained it, the various good things that have been plundered from it still make the poor natives in the surrounding countryside who have never left the villages several times in their lifetime and have been exploited by heavy taxes to almost only one life. And how can we not let the late paupers go crazy when they see the neighbors who come first return one by one?

Therefore, after a brief silence, seeing that half of the captured city had been robbed and burned, there was no oil to scrape, the late thugs naturally made their minds to the other half that had not yet succeeded. In the thick smoke of fire in the sky, endless indigenous people were carrying crude weapons and constantly attacking the barricades of the Elf Army. They were easily repelled again and again. Both sides had their eyes red in the endless fierce battle, and they had no time and energy to restrain the bodies and put out the flames.

The power of the sun and the burning fire made the streets hot and almost unscathed. Taking advantage of the war, groups of wild dogs and crows emerged from various corners and ran to the pile of corpses in large shapes to bite and swallow... Some of the corpses were almost crushed into a paste due to repeated trampling by the attackers, and their flesh and blood were spread out everywhere, as if they were meat pies waiting to be put into the pot...

This is the real war... There is no glory, no passion, and no romance. There is only the intestines that are pecked out of the belly by crows, the crimson purple blood condensed all over the ground, and the annoying flies buzzing around the corpse...

Princess Alanita sighed so compassionately, holding her skirt in both hands, and walking through the ruins surrounded by a large number of guards, towards the front-line command post set up in a barricade.
Chapter completed!