The shelling on the west side of the Red Rock Mountains continued throughout the night. There was no way to rest in such a fearful environment. At dawn, everyone's eyes were filled with bags.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the first batch of fresh troops arrived at the top of the mountain, preparing to attack the next strategic location.
In yesterday's war, the Third Army of the Red Dragon Principality invested 30,000 troops and more than 2,000 mechas, including 22 sacred warriors, more than 130 guarding warriors, and over a thousand elite warriors. A total of more than 70 strategic points were captured, and the overall front advanced five kilometers.
"Baron Prader, based on the heroic performance of you and your men in yesterday's battle, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you and your men on behalf of the Maris Royal Family, the Red Dragon Principality Council and Earl George."
"Your sacrifice and efforts have made a huge contribution to advancing the front."
"Now, you only need to deploy a team of fifty people to participate in the next round of attack. The remaining personnel can stay in place until new orders arrive."
During yesterday's battle, the troops in Prader Town had been reduced by more than half, with only more than 100 people remaining in the team of more than 200 people. Now they have to send half of the people to participate in the attack, which is just adding insult to injury for them.
But military orders are like mountains. Even if two legs are broken, you have to climb to the top of the opposite mountain. There is no word "retreat" in the military code of the Red Army soldiers.
"I'll go." Baron Prader made his decision without thinking for long.
"No, father, you can't go!" The eldest son Sean stood out from the crowd and objected, "It's better for me to go. Prudential Town needs your wisdom."
"No, I should go, while father and elder brother stay here to take command!" the younger son Peter argued.
Everyone knows that once you leave, you will most likely never come back.
"You have five minutes to make a decision," the gendarmerie captain said, then turned and left. After taking a few steps, he turned back and added, "No matter who goes, this honor will be recorded in the Prade family's merits."
When they heard words such as family, glory, and military exploits, the eyes of the three fathers and sons in Prader Town lit up, as if a shot in the arm had been injected into them, sweeping away the gloom of yesterday and becoming energetic and high-spirited.
In front of the family, personal life, even honor and disgrace, gain and loss, become insignificant.
All the glory will be concentrated on the surname Prad. It will take hundreds of years and the blood of dozens of generations to water it, and it will eventually become synonymous with bravery and nobility.
After a heated debate, the eldest son Sean finally took the lead.
Sean's reason is simple. He is an assault trooper, the troop with the highest survival rate in critical battles.
Selected to fight in the next battle were the best of the remaining soldiers from Prudential Town. All sacrifices and efforts will be recorded in the principality's war merits. Even if it is the lowest soldier, this honor will be attributed to his surname, bringing honor and pride to the descendants of this surname.
In the Red Country, few of their ancestors had been on the battlefield, so they did not dare to speak loudly.
This is why Baron Prader only respects Chen Xing on the surface, but deep down he actually looks down upon him.
Chen Xing is rich and powerful, and even his maid is a strong person in the holy realm, but he has no military exploits.
Different from the new-style aristocrats who "have breasts, they are mothers" and "the shopping mall is another battlefield", in the concept of old-school aristocrats like Baron Prader, aristocrats exist for war and are the swords for the kingdom to expand its territory. , a strong shield against foreign enemies.
The "nobleness" of aristocrats is not the wealth piled up from mountains of gold and silver, but the dignity forged from blood and fire.
The difference between the two is that wealth is short-lived and lacks high-level status, while dignity is eternal and can aspire to the highest mountains.
No matter how rich a businessman is, he is still a businessman, not a noble. Nobles must prove themselves with medals and honors.
Chen Xing is a typical new-style aristocrat. Even if he pursues military exploits, it is based on interests rather than a sense of glory. This group of people is called "refined egoists" by the old-school nobles.
Of course, this cannot be blamed on Chen Xing. He was not originally from this world. He had no feelings or love for this land, and he would not sacrifice his life for a princess who wanted to kill him all day long.
He just happened to appear in this country, and he happened to gain some benefits. As for glory and other things, he could only ask: Can this thing be used as food?
At ten o'clock in the morning, a new round of battle began. There were flames all over the mountains and below, shells, grenades, and rockets exploded constantly, and war cries and screams were mixed together. The laterite rocks were covered with broken limbs and broken arms, with blood flowing profusely in the gaps. The cruel scene was shocking.
"Pang!" Baron Prader was observing the hilltop opposite, when the sound of breaking glass suddenly sounded. He looked up and saw a hole as big as a bowl opened in the glass of the Valkyrie's cockpit, surrounded by snowflake-like cracks.
Looking down along the break, a dark red iron lump was embedded in the dented steel plate, and wisps of blue smoke came out.
Super heavy anti-material sniper rifle with an effective range of three thousand meters.
Baron Prader quickly determined the type of weapon and the general direction of fire.
Under his control, the Valkyrie slowly turned around, and the two machine guns on her shoulders fired at the sniper's position.
Large areas of red dust emerged from the mountains, like diffuse mountain fog.
The probability of hitting the opponent at this distance is very small, but you can't do nothing, at least you can't make the opponent feel as comfortable as shooting at a target.
At the foot of the mountain opposite, soldiers as dense as ants were climbing up. He knew that his eldest son was inside.
In order to cooperate with their attack and reduce the pressure from the top of the mountain, Baron Prader ordered all the artillery shells to be thrown to the opposite hilltop.
Most of the sixteen mechas they brought had been destroyed, and the few art6s fired cannonballs, causing scattered springs to explode in the distance.
About half an hour later, the Red Dragon side's troops rushed up the hill, and the two sides began to engage in hand-to-hand combat. At this time, the long-range firepower would accidentally injure one's own people, and they all stopped.
The time became extremely long, waiting for news from the other side of the mountain.
"Look over there, there's a Yuling, it's a fire lizard!"
Following the soldier's instructions, he saw a huge salamander clinging to the mountain, its gills fanning out, letting out a sharp hiss, and then spouting a thick pillar of fire upwards.
The top of the mountain suddenly burned into a sea of flames, ammunition exploded, and the burning soldiers jumped off the cliff. It was extremely tragic.
Not long after, the roar of artillery shells sounded, and a large spring of earth exploded in the position of the Salamander. The rock and soil loosened, and the Salamander's webbed toes could no longer cling on. Its huge body began to slide downward, and finally fell.
"Didi!"
The black watch suddenly sounded a beep, and Baron Prader stiffened slightly.
Any information received at this time will be frightening.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Baron Prader lifted his sleeves. The moment he saw the screen clearly, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and two lines of tears flowed out.
[Sean Prader, ID number: hur..., deceased]
[John Prader, Peter Prader, Mrs. Shirley Prader... and other six people are the first heirs of the property]
[The estate of Sean Prader makes the following distributions...]
[Deduction of inheritance tax 15…]
[Start posting...]
Although I had thought about this outcome countless times since the day I set out, at this moment, I was still so heartbroken that I couldn't breathe.
Baron Prader clutched the armrest of the driver's seat tightly, trembling all over. He tried his best to restrain himself, but the uncontrollable cry still came from his throat.
The greatest pain in the world is when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift.
On the medal of glory, besides blood and bullet marks, there are also tears...
"I don't have a brother anymore, I don't have a brother anymore!"
Peter screamed uncontrollably, beat his chest and howled.
"Be careful of snipers!" "Come back quickly!"
Several soldiers swarmed up and pressed Peter to the ground to prevent the tragedy of the Prad family from happening again.
The tragic war is still going on, and it will not stop for half a second because of who has lost his son, who has lost his lover, who has lost his best friend.
A few hours later, the attack of the Third Army of the Red Dragon Principality ended in failure. More troops were invested than yesterday, but they couldn't even tear open the second line of defense.
"The Red Rock Pigs are starting to counterattack!"
"Everyone get up and prepare to fight!"
After Chiyanfang held the battle line, they began to pursue the victory and counterattack the strategic places occupied by Honglongfang.
Baron Prader, who had just experienced the pain of losing his son, had to brace himself to face the enemy that was about to charge forward.
Of the more than two hundred people who were originally brought from Prader Town, there are now less than fifty left.
In the blink of an eye, the enemy troops rushed up the hill. There were not only Chiyan's soldiers, but also an armored tiger.
"Fight, children, for glory, for victory!"
"Let us embrace death!"
Baron Prader drove the old Valkyrie mecha and rushed towards the armored tiger.
The armored tiger roared, knocking away the two-handed sword of the Valkyrie mecha, and then pounced on the mecha. The tiger's claws burst into the wind, and slapped the sensor on the mecha's head to pieces.
But he saw the Valkyrie Mecha closing its arms and tightly hugging the Armored Tiger's waist.
"Old friend, help me one more time..."
Baron Prader murmured to himself, pushing the engine's power to maximum. The entire mecha began to vibrate, sparks flew everywhere on the dashboard, and various pressures continued to rise.
His eyes were full of reluctance and nostalgia, and he took one last look at the familiar cockpit, pushed open the hatch cover and jumped out.
The armored tiger struggled desperately, its claws scratching the red clay on the ground to pieces. But the Valkyrie mecha held it tightly, the overloaded engine overflowed with red light, the temperature rose rapidly, and white smoke emitted from the whole body.
"boom!"
The airflow from the explosion swept up into the air. The Valkyrie Mecha and the Armored Tiger, which had been in service for more than thirty years and had already reached the end of life, died together.
Baron Prader wiped the ashes from his face, activated his psychic armor, then drew his sword and charged at the enemy.
The hilltop turned into an oil pan again, and the dumplings inside kept rolling and struggling in the boiling oil...
About half an hour later, Baron Prader, who had killed several Red Rock soldiers, began to shake. His excessive physical and mental exertion had reached the limit, and his consciousness began to blur.
He seemed to have seen his eldest son when he was born, opening his white hands and smiling at him...
On the strategic map, the flags symbolizing the Red Dragon Principality were removed one by one, and Chiyanfang's flag spread like a virus.
"Is it all over?"
Baron Prader staggered towards the cliff, his eyes dull, like a walking corpse.
Failure is a foregone conclusion, and soon the war will be back to square one, and all their sacrifices and efforts will be in vain.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly fell from the sky.
Looking up, two-headed carriages poked out of the clouds.
They were all tall horses, covered in golden armor, with iron hooves stepping on fire, and their eyes glowed with a ghostly green light. Accompanied by heavy breathing, hot steam is sprayed from the nose, and the hooves are stamped impatiently, showing an extremely irritable temperament, ready to get angry at the first touch.
The car body is covered with armor and has thorns, and its sharp edges are exposed. It shines goldenly under the sunlight, like a golden sea of light.
On the first carriage stood a young girl. The colorful skirt is floating, and the heroic figure is as dazzling as the newborn sun.
"Because of my name, the power of heaven descends!"
The next second, countless sharp blades shot out from the carriage carriage, hitting the Chiyan garrison position like a torrential rain.
In an instant, the laterite rocks for several kilometers were covered with sharp blades.
Screams came one after another, and the Chiyan soldiers who had no time to hide in the bunker had their bodies penetrated by sharp blades, or their flesh was cut open, and their bodies were bleeding profusely.
Even if they were prepared, they would suffer heavy losses in the face of this extremely fast weapon of mass destruction.
Above the sky, a space crack across the sky slowly opened. Dazzling balls of light flew out from the blue sea of light.
When the brilliance on the surface dissipated, pairs of pure white wings were revealed.
"Oh my God, it's Seraph!"
The sword in Seraph's hand ignited with red flames, and he swung the sword downward, causing countless fireballs to fall from the sky.
The battle front of Chiyan Principality suddenly burned into a sea of fire.
Seeing this scene, Baron Prader swallowed his saliva and was shocked.
This is the power of the king, which can destroy the world with just a few clicks.
Immediately afterwards, countless giant swords and armors jumped out of the cracks, taking heavy steps, rushing into the sea of fire, killing everything in front of them.
There was lightning pulsing again, cloaks with afterimages flashed around, and blood was stabbed on the back.
"The golden-eyed witch is here!"
"Quick, go get Lumsden!"
In less than ten minutes, Chiyan Principality broke through two lines of defense. The legendary Seven-Layered Mountain was like a paper castle that was crushed flat in front of the supreme power.
Marquis Chiyan rode his flaming goat and rushed to the scene at extremely fast speeds, but he did not dare to show his face and watched helplessly as the Legion of Destruction slaughtered everyone.
When the little king meets the big king, he will only be beaten.
