Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 706

 Chapter 706 Lan Qi's Sad Battle

The second week of September in the solar calendar year 1798 was called the darkest seven days of the Alliance by newspapers that were constantly printed in various countries.

In just one week, under the purposeful encirclement and suppression by the Twelve Army Gods, a total of nine eighth-level members of the Kingdom United Council Alliance were killed.

The Creation Empire did not hesitate to sacrifice its troops to cooperate with the God of War in a suicidal attack, forcing the Allies to dispatch reinforcements to important areas. Then once an eighth-level man was alone on the way to transfer, the God of War would use a three-on-one or seven-on-two model to accurately Lock on and kill it securely.

 Facing at least one strong control, one strong attack, and one healing God of War at the same time, no level eight can be spared.

Even the great priest Loren was informed of his death.

As for the God of War, they are still in full condition so far. No eighth-level strongman from the alliance can inflict effective fatal injuries to them before death.

On the vast land in the west of the Southern Continent, there is a superpower called Canbera.

 It is not only the leader in comprehensive national strength among the many kingdoms in the southern continent, it is also famous for being the center of peace and stability for many years.

 Slovenia, the royal capital of Canbera, is the highest chamber of the United Parliament of the Kingdom.

 Everyone can see that there is something wrong at the top of the United Kingdom Council.

 Now that the whole kingdom is united in a parliamentary alliance, everyone is in danger.

 Allied residents no longer had confidence in the parliamentary center.

 They now want to kill the eighth level of the alliance at all costs.

 Another figure added.

"No matter what, the purpose of the Creation Empire has been achieved. Once the crisis of trust is born, it can never be repaired."

Either relying on the army and large-scale military city defense facilities, such as Phantom Shock Tower, Magical Air Cannon, and Sky Shield Array, they can all cause enough effective damage to the eighth-level strong ones.

The highest meeting hall was silent for a long time, and finally someone banged the table angrily and asked.

The territory of the Allied Powers of the United Council of Kingdoms is too large, and the whereabouts of the twelve war gods are unknown on the battlefield. From time to time, people from the Creation Empire will disguise themselves as false war gods, allowing the real bodies of the war gods to travel and attack.

 Level 8 has high combat power as a single target and can move much faster than the Legion.

 In a comprehensive campaign, they are equivalent to large legion units that can be mobilized quickly.

“The Twelve Army Gods have only one purpose, and that is to hunt the eighth level.”

  In other words, the military gods' blatant and precise attack on the eighth level was a conspiracy.

The grandeur of its architecture seems to challenge the sky. The pure white walls are decorated with intricate hollow patterns. The sunlight passes through these delicate openings and turns into countless golden lines, intertwining the space with magnificent paintings from the age of the gods.

At this moment, several figures were sitting around the round table with solemn expressions.

Allied countries will no longer be willing to adopt high-risk strategies. Instead, they will inevitably choose the safest strategy possible to preserve the top combat power of their own countries. They will no longer obey the orders of the United Kingdom Council and risk falling into traps to support other countries. .

 Who leaked the whereabouts of the eighth level?

 The corresponding result was that after the alliance's conservative strategic policy was confirmed by the Crean Empire, the support between the kingdoms decreased, and the battle line began to formally collapse.

 Every previous war the war gods participated in was just an illusion. Conquering cities and territories was not their responsibility and the biggest threat.

The Creation Empire just wants the Kingdom United Council Alliance to know this.

If you want to defeat an eighth-level warrior who has almost entered the realm of gods, you must fight against an eighth-level warrior with an eighth-level warrior.

There was a heavy atmosphere in the air of the highest chamber, and the faces of the figures present had serious, focused, and even nervous expressions.

 Eighth-level country-protecting warriors are top-notch combat power that cannot be supplemented by any party, and only time can slowly repair them.

 A figure spoke with worry.

“Is it possible that in addition to leaking information from our side, the other party also has a super-standard fortune teller?”

The headquarters of the Southern Continent Movie World Management Association and the Card Creators Association have both chosen to set up their headquarters here. Its vast territory is far beyond that of the Hutton Kingdom, the easternmost part of the Southern Continent.

 Level 8 is a non-replenishable hero unit's combat power, which also determines the flexibility of tactics.

“The Creation Empire only attacks, not defends, and massacres the civilians. In fact, it uses the civilians as a threat, forcing us to increase the frequency of defensive confrontations and reinforcement dispatches.”

Once the Kingdom United Council Alliance's eighth level is completely wiped out, the chance of winning this battle will become extremely slim.

 Now a trade-off must be made.

 “What should we do?”

 The gazes of the MPs moved between each other, searching for each other's positions and ideas in the silent communication.

“The Crean Empire's style of play is so pretentious, it seems like they don't care whether we counterattack or not. They seem to be determined to tell us that if you dare to come, they dare to change.”

Speaker Steven, who was sitting in the chair, pinched his eyebrows and asked for the opinions of other members.

“Once reinforcements are dispatched, top experts must be stationed at key fortresses. Otherwise, the front lines will have to be withdrawn and the land will be given away. At the same time, countless civilians will die to ensure the safety of the core combat force. "

 The more they searched inside, the more frightened they became. When they found one, it seemed like there was another.

“If it is compressed any further, it will be safe, but what will happen to the residents who cannot escape? Will most of the land have to be given away to the Creation Empire?”

 Someone broke the silence.

The smooth mirror-like surface in the center of the round table is inlaid with a dotted chess game, reflecting every ray of light in the room.

 “Let's just give it a try, concentrate all our superior forces, and attack the Creation Empire!”

 In the depths of the highest chamber, there is a closed space covered with barriers and metal gates.

“But be prepared to lose everything. If you fight like this, it will end soon, and if you are double-teamed from both sides, you will be in the worst possible situation.”

The Creation Empire's mad **** of only attacking but not defending shows that they don't care about civilians. Correspondingly, they believe that the Kingdom United Council Alliance cares about civilians.

“What's more, even if we really intend to take a gamble, can we convince other countries to cooperate in this plan?”

 Until this question was raised, the Supreme Council fell into silence again.

Trust has been lost. There is no way that all the kingdoms will agree to such a huge gamble, and if not all kingdoms work together, such a gamble will be meaningless.

 After lengthy deliberations.

at last.

 The United Kingdom Parliament can only make a bitter decision.

 For the sake of safety.

Countries will take the initiative to shrink their fronts and can no longer disperse their combat forces.

Only by giving up land can the density of the army and defensive forces be increased, while the safety of the eighth-level heroic units can be preserved, and multiple eighth-level units can be coordinated to fight together as much as possible.

 Save the land and lose the people, and everyone and the land will be lost. Save the people and lose the land, and both the people and the land will survive.

despite this.

This decision destined the United Kingdom Council to gradually give up its territory in the coming time, and civilians covering tens of millions of square kilometers also began the largest-scale flight and migration recorded in history...

 A few days later.

 The Kingdom of Posen.

District 1, South Bank of Huadu Parrieux.

At four o'clock in the afternoon in Lucerne Park on the banks of the Selena River, the afternoon autumn sun shines on the river, creating sparkling waves, as if covered with a layer of golden gauze, and the gentle breeze blows away the mist.

No matter what the external war is like, the capital located in the hinterland of Posen is still a safe place for the time being.

 A thin figure of a young man sat on a bench by the river bank.

 He seemed to be in a daze, motionless.

I don't know how long it took, but another person finally came and sat down next to him, minding his own business and opened the newspaper in his hand.

 “Meet at the Selena River, it's a good time.”

Nigel said to himself as he looked at the newspaper.

 He found Lan Qi, who had already changed into casual clothes when he arrived, dressed like an ordinary Huadu resident.

From that day on when he decided to help Lan Qi infiltrate the Creation Empire, he would never contact Lan Qi again as Lieutenant General Nigel.

 “It's rare to have a sunny day.”

Lanchi moved his eyes from the river to Nigel beside him, smiled helplessly at Nigel and said.

“It's been either raining or foggy during this period. I feel like my heart is getting rusty.” Nigel also sighed, his eyes hard to hide his fatigue.

The water of the Salina River is constantly sounding.

 “It won't always be like this.”

Lanqi looked at Selina River again and murmured.

"I have already done it for you. Tomorrow you will go to the Creation Empire alone."

Nigel flipped through the newspaper and said.

 Lan Qi's shadow trembled, and a kitten poked out of it, and jumped onto Lan Qi's lap curiously.

“Meow so suddenly?”

It asked Nigel in surprise.

Logically speaking, Nigel promised to help Lan Qi get it done within a month.

"It's not sudden. I took the initiative to speed up the trip to Creju. There are important things to deal with."

Lanqi touched the cat's head and replied.

 Perhaps the status will be more difficult, for example, the age and occupation are quite different from what you expected, but you can go to Creation faster.

Even one day earlier could have saved many lives.

“If you want to come back, you can publish one of your paintings in the Creation Central Daily News, and someone will contact you to find a way to arrange for you to return to the Kingdom Alliance.”

Nigel handed the newspaper in his hand to Ranchi.

Although it is just an ordinary newspaper, it contains the way Lanqi communicated with the spies of the Posen Kingdom in the Creja Empire.

 He believed that Lan Qi could remember it after reading it once.

"I see."

Ranchi took the newspaper.

 “I look forward to the day when comradeship will come again.”

Nigel stood up, put on his hat again, and said to Ranchi.

 “Take care.”

Following the instructions, he walked away without looking back.

 In this war, every meeting may be the last.

　　In their line of work, once necessary, even their lives will not belong to them. Facing the invaders, death is not terrible. What is terrible is that death is meaningless.

"Take care of yourself."

Lanchi muttered silently.

 He gradually turned his attention to the newspaper in his hand and flipped through it.

Looking at the photo of Loren's body in the newspaper, Lan Qi suddenly became excited.

Lan Qi finally stood up and stood by the river bank, beside the stone pillars connected by iron chains.

He recited the secret code silently, tore the key pages of the newspaper into pieces and threw them into the river.

 Closing your eyes, you heard the sound of the whistle.

The announcement on the ship also became gradually clearer—

“On September 17, 1798, at 4:30 p.m. Poisson time, South Asia's Quidanland Free Radio broadcast an emergency broadcast.”

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have just received a battle report from the front line. The 2nd Chris Magic Armored Division encountered an attack by the enemy's 11th Heavy Cavalry Regiment in southeast Harrisonburg. After a day and night of fierce fighting, our troops suffered casualties. Heavy losses, about 60% of the soldiers and magic weapons were lost. At present, the battle line has been forced to retreat 30 kilometers west of the Yser River. At the same time, our 55th Infantry Division is also encountering the enemy on the Blount Heights. The 7th Mountain Division and the 1st Air Assault Special Forces are encircled and are in danger of being wiped out at any time."

"According to the battle report from the Supreme Headquarters, in the past 24 hours, a total of more than 25,000 members of the Kingdom Alliance Allied Forces were killed or missing. The enemy's advance was unstoppable. Starting from Holson in the south, they advanced all the way. Our army was retreating steadily along the way. . To the north, the enemy's 4th Army also broke through the blockade near the Province of Elis and headed straight for Port Austin."

"General Albion, the supreme commander of the South, delivered a speech this morning, calling on all Poisson soldiers and civilians to be united and vow to fight the invaders to the end. He emphasized that although we are in a difficult situation at the moment, as long as we persist in resisting, the dawn of victory will eventually come. Let us Let's join hands to welcome the last dawn!”

The announcer's voice was choked with sobs, unable to suppress the sadness and anger in his heart.

 The radio immediately played the passionate "Ode to Glory"—

 “Forward, forward, brave warrior!”

 “Hold high the banner of justice and truth.”

 “Use our blood and lives to compose an immortal hymn to heroes.”

 “It takes courage to die.”

 Lanqi stood with his head lowered for a while and then returned to the dock.

He never said a word, sitting alone on the bench in silence, facing the rising sun and sea breeze.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the slowly flowing river, dyeing the water surface golden yellow, and the clouds in the sky are dyed crimson by the sunset, like the color of dawn.

Lan Qi was sitting alone on a bench, wearing a simple white shirt. His face was full of sadness and grievance, with tears in his eyes, and he looked into the distance unwillingly, as if reminiscing about his time in Ikerita. those times.

The music of the church behind me is gentle and distant, like I am groping for my way alone in the dark, but I don't speak, I just move forward, and I don't know how far away the light is.

 The surrounding environment seemed particularly quiet because of his silence, with only the occasional chirping of birds and the voices of children in the distance.

There was a bench by the river in the sunset. The breeze was blowing his hair and clothes, but he remained motionless.

 “Lan Qi Meow…”

The cat boss raised his paw and patted Lanqi worriedly.

This was the first time it saw Lan Qi like this.

However, Lan Qi shook his head and signaled to Boss Cat that he was fine.

 He picked up the kitten and looked into the distance.

"Looking at the best, Lanchimeow, Loren may not be dead yet. After all, he is so strong, he might have a way to escape. Moreover, the Creation Empire may have disclosed the news of Loren's death just to attack the Allies. And ,besides…"

 The cat boss didn't even know how to comfort Lan Qi.

I can only take out the [石 只 只-Wind] and stuff it on Lanqi, hoping that he can pin itself.

Although the strong men killed by the Twelve Gods of War would not leave any corpses behind, it does not mean that Loren still has hope of living just because he cannot see his body.

If you have this kind of hope, maybe one day you see the war **** of the Creation Empire camp using [Primal Slate-Wind], you will suffer another more desperate blow.

 Lan Qi looked at the [Fake Slate-Feng], gradually tightened his grip, and then raised his head.

 “I'm going to Cregen, don't worry.”

Lanqi's emerald green eyes reflected the sunset, the waves of the river, and the river bank on the other side.

 “I will persevere.”

“As long as we are on the same road, we will meet each other eventually.”

“I will come and see you on the day of victory.”

 He said to himself firmly.

 “I will carry on Loren's name and carry out his will in the Creja Empire to the end.”

I don't know who he said this last sentence to, maybe it was to himself, maybe to the Kingdom of Hutton, maybe to the goddess of fate.

 The cat boss looked at Lan Qi.

 As we all know, there are two Lorens in this world.

When Cousin Loren disappears, Li Loren will take action with all his strength.

 “Wait for Lan Qi, in case he is not dead...”

 The cat boss suddenly felt a little worried.

It is afraid that even if Loren is still alive, Lanqi will do too much harm to him in the Creation Empire in his name, and he will not dare to take the lead at that time.

 (End of this chapter)

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