Chapter 607 (1/2)

Three months later, the former capital of rurnah, mozwa.

The morning breeze flows in the air, bringing mist and cool in the distance.

In fact, the city wall is almost full of soldiers and extraordinary people. They are well dressed, armed with guns and swords. They are wearing the best armor in the frost Union. They are not only light, but also defensive.

Now the soldiers in the city are gathering on the wall of the city, which stretches for more than ten kilometers, and they are looking out of the city.

In the morning mist filled wilderness, we can see the neat and terrible square array from the slightly exposed outline. Even the tip of the iceberg occasionally exposed in the cloud also shows the huge number of people.

When 100 people line up, people will feel very neat and beautiful. When 1000 people line up, people will feel very brave. When 10000 people line up, people will feel a heavy sense of oppression. When 100000 people line up for several kilometers, fill your field of vision and trample on the earth, there will be a sense of shock and suffocation.

In the end, when the number reaches 1 million, the advancing army will be like endless mountains and fields. The waving flags will fluctuate like a real ocean, and the sense of personal existence will be swallowed up by the despairing vastness.

It's hard to imagine how such a huge army and soldiers can be so neat and consistent. Under the terrible discipline, each standing posture and long gun is like cast iron. The rows of sharp spear blades and armor reflect the shocking sparkling light, the ocean of steel, the wave of blade, and endless layers of military array in the twilight.

Even if these troops have not yet attacked, they just stand quietly on the field outside the city. The sense of oppression, like the sky falling down, is in the hearts of all the defenders.

”Do I... We... Really... Want to fight against such... Enemies?” A young soldier's teeth trembled and asked his companion. Even the excellent muskets and armor in his hand could not bring him any sense of security.

”I pray... Don't do that.” Next to the soldiers, trembling deep breathing, and then close their eyes praying, hoping that the above big man can simply admit defeat. After all, they used to be members of the Xuehua seven countries. They should not abuse their opponents like the green empire.

On the other side, on the twelve clock tower of mozwa, several faction representatives in dark clothes look at the scene in the distance.

”Has this day come at last?” The voice of a mage's representative is sad, lost and sad.

”Clancia's 1.2 million troops have surrounded the whole city, and we have no choice but the south coast.”

”I'm afraid the sea route is just another abyss. Don't forget our old friends and opponents, the people of the little moon Council, must be waiting for us at sea. ”

”I'm afraid that even if you ask your highness of serial 9 to come down, it will be irreparable. According to our intelligence and the faint perception outside the city, there is also a four digit sequence 9 behind the other side's array. ”

”The new Pope has also come. Although the church can't interfere in the secular world, she can take over the name of the sages' Association and stop some of our adults from coming down.”

”In this way, our last resistance seems to have turned into a joke, ha ha... Ha ha.” Laughing with bitterness and coughing, the mage was afraid of hitting the guardrail in front of him, and tears fell on his old face.

”Why, why, in the end.” Voice with imitation of loss, loss, unwilling.

”Is it necessary for us to cut off the inheritance of more than ten generations of theories and ideas?” Another representative of the mage was sitting on a chair with his back against the cold wall, looking at the dome in the tower, and the scenes of the past came to mind.