With the sudden arrival of the Xiangrui floating battleship, gunfire in the city finally gradually dropped.

The dust and green poisonous gas in the sky were slowly blown away by the sea breeze: the soldiers of the elves who had occupied many blocks all rolled and crawled to the suburbs: the giant eagles and griffin knights hovering in the air were also shocked by the giant ships soaring in the air and retreated to the distance.

The huge figure of the Xiangrui floating battleship was like a huge sea-stabilizing needle, pressing heavily on the sky above this vast battlefield. The towering hull and the huge cannon made everyone in the battle below dare not speak or move.

What's more, the gold-edged green leaf flag symbolizing the royal family of the Golden Elf, represents the blue-bottomed hexagram flag of the Naiserel Empire, and the double-bear inner ku flag, which is the symbol of the giant bear army, fluttering in the wind at the top of its mast.

A group of airborne squads, as liaison officers, are landing on the ground with feather drop skills from the warships, preparing to take over this elf capital that is no longer prosperous.

Then, a cruel picture of the raging war was presented to Ferry and Marshal Taylor.

Scorched earth, ruins, rubble, survivors who are numb as zombies as walking corpses, and swollen corpses hung with street lights and street trees.

Even if you just look down from the air, the traces of the raging war are still clear at a glance: the bloody and messy crows standing on the decaying corpses, the burned houses and ancient trees, the broken limbs and bones, the streets filled with rubble and garbage are blocked by shipwrecks...

The fire from the shelling was still burning in the ruins, bursts of striking black smoke rose. The pungent smell of the body burning dispersed with the wind, even in the air.

The remaining buildings were covered with dark red spots, as if a blood rain had just fallen. On the charred soil plowed by artillery fire, red blood flowed everywhere, converging into a stream along the low-lying terrain, and then filled with bullet craters, forming a dazzling blood pool. The palaces, lighthouses, fortresses, factories, and the elves world trees that were originally scattered in the city, which were as tall as a mountain, have all become ruins and scorched marks in the continuous war. Those who survived the sound of poison gas and artillery fired silently and heard the sound of gunfire and crawled out of some corner, and then they were like ghosts, wandering aimlessly among the ruins. When they saw the flags of the "peacekeeping force", they only dared to hide from afar, whether they were elves or prisoners of war, their first reaction was almost the same.

Some of them were also rebel prisoners who organized the xing, dragging their tired bodies, searching around the ruins with smoke, trying their best to save their own people who were overwhelmed by bricks and beams, and stabbing the abandoned Elf Army wounded. Many seriously injured people were wrapped in dirty bandages and lying in the corner of the wall, and some were even mentally ill by shells, and they actually laughed foolishly in the scorched corpses and blood pools, and shouting in a mess of words no one could understand.

The strange laughter that seemed to be howling ghosts and wolves made people hear it. In the mountains and forests farther away, there were raging forest fires. The lingering black smoke covered the sky and the sun. The flames that never went out all day reflected the black clouds red, and the hot ashes of Mars drifted away with the scorching airflow, and fell like goose feathers and heavy snow.

Seeing such a miserable scene, Ferry Taylor suddenly felt a little tired and tired from the bottom of his heart.

How many times has it been since becoming a soldier that has seen such a drama happening in front of my eyes?

The Port of Eméng and Glory in the Thirteen Prefectures of the New Naisèrel: Cusco and Tongbes in the tropical rainforest of the Mazca continent: Edo and Kyoto in the Japanese archipelago: Shanghai Concession and Nanjing Capital of the Xianglong Empire: There is also the City of Vesan City that has been alone in the Gobi desert and watched for thousands of years, and the Port of Luskan, the "City of Thousand Sails" that was destroyed last month...

Every thriving city is naturally unique, but every city destroyed in the war is so similar...

The destruction of some of the cities had nothing to do with him, but there were several cities that were indeed destroyed by his own command.

Although for the "big figure" of his level, human life should be just a bunch of numbers that record meritorious deeds. However, whether he would be ridiculed as a cat and crying rat, Feri and Taylor could not help but turn his head and sighed to Lieutenant General Daniel beside him: "...It's really unimaginable! Yongju Island, which is as beautiful as heaven, will become like a scorched earth purgatory now. I have read an elf poet's poem praising Yongju Island. It depicts a crystal-like blue sky, the rolling vast sea of ​​trees, the fresh and cool gentle breeze, and the rippling green grassland... Just like an emerald on the sea, forever full of mystery and wild charm.

And the capital of Yongju Island, Ryuhipa City, is a dream city that makes people breathe in poetry. Crystal towers as tall as giant trees are scattered everywhere, covered with glassy squares and spiral stairs. There are many tall sacred trees growing in the city. The elves come and go freely between the trees through the branches of the trees like monkeys. There are also the dream palace of Her Majesty the Queen, which stands on the clouds, looks so fragile and slender, supported by the shining magic field of light. There are also many warriors and mages patrolling the streets in shining armor made of glass... Unfortunately, all these strange scenes are now invisible!"

"...It really doesn't exist anymore! But, is there any solution? Since the overthrow of the military government of the Chevrolets Church, it has been chaotic like this for four years! Once the old authoritarian collapses, everyone is busy fighting with each other, making this country bloody."

Lieutenant General Daniel, who was born in the Golden Elf Royal Family, turned his gaze away when he heard this, and could not bear to continue to witness the tragic situation below. At the same time, he sighed and replied, "In the end, he could only invite the Chevrolet Church back, and then it turned into the tragic situation in front of him who died together..."

"…Well, that's right, it's true that it has been going on for more than four years. If we start from that "glorious revolution"... "Fili was slightly stunned, but then he reacted. "...In these years, both humans and elves, or other intelligent races captured on Yongju Island have shed enough blood on this land... So now it should be the end!"
Chapter completed!