On the first day of the recovery calendar year 2619, history has turned a new page.
This is the most humiliating day for the Red Kingdom in the past seventeen centuries, and it is also the most glorious day for the Saudi Kingdom.
White Tiger City was destroyed!
At one o'clock in the afternoon, with the fall of the Grand Duke of Zhennan, Tezera's high-level combat power was scattered and scattered. The tall and magnificent city walls could no longer stop the desert army.
More than two million soldiers and civilians who defended the city were killed on the battlefield, and the rest lost their fighting spirit, abandoned their helmets and armor, and fled in all directions.
As soon as the city gate fell, the desert army was like locusts crossing the border, rushing into the city crazily, burning, killing, looting, and slaughtering civilians.
Except for some slightly attractive young men and women who were sent to the military camp for the entertainment of the officers and tribal leaders, the rest, regardless of age or sex, were taken to the street and lined up to have their throats cut and bloodletted.
In just one afternoon, five million civilians were killed. The number was extremely shocking. On average, every sand citizen killed one red countryman.
The entire city was burning, with vehicles, buildings, homes, and factories, and explosions happening one after another.
Bodies piled up in mountains on the street, and blood flowed into the sewers along the manhole covers on the street. The smell of blood was so strong that it was impossible to get rid of it.
Most of them were the corpses of civilians from the Red Country, and a small number were the bodies of sand people who were killed during the resistance.
The strong smell of blood stimulates the brain nerves, making the already ferocious Sand People even more crazy, like a group of fanatics enjoying a feast of blood, rummaging around the city, hunting prey, showing a morbid excitement.
But among the sand people who massacred the city, there was one exception. His kind nature made him sympathize with the suffering people of the Red Country, so he came to the chief and begged him to order an end to the massacre.
This person is none other than the legend of the Sand Sea, Mike Luoluo.
"The objects of our hatred should be the powerful people in the Red Country, not the innocent people."
Saladin IX, who was having a grand celebration banquet, put down his golden wine glass and stared at the legendary powerful man in front of him.
The noisy voice stopped immediately, and everyone's eyes focused on the two of them.
McCroro stood with his head held high, not feeling guilty or embarrassed.
When the audience calmed down, Saladin IX glanced around first, then faced McCrollo and asked slowly, "My desert eagle, McCrollo..."
"What did these red country pigs do when they invaded the Holy City 1,700 years ago?"
Facing the chief's question, McCroro opened his mouth but said nothing.
"Let me answer you." Saladin IX stood up slowly and said in a calm but angry voice, "They ransacked our homes, burned our tents, killed our men, and ravaged our women!"
"In order to please their gods, they tied our great chief to the stake and burned him alive!"
Saladin IX opened his arms and looked up at the dome, "Everything we are doing now is righteous revenge granted by the God of Set!"
McCrollo was silent for a while. Even though the gaze behind him was a bit scorching, driven by faith, he still bit the bullet and persuaded, "When I was young, my grandfather always told me..."
"The desert is cruel, but it is also tolerant."
"The emergence of the catastrophe has changed the world and us."
"Perhaps we should look at the scars of history from a new perspective..."
"History will not be forgotten!" Saladin IX rudely interrupted McCrollo and issued an eviction order, "I don't want to listen to the advice of a coward again, you can leave!"
After the words fell, Asadoro and Silvadoro, who were sitting on both sides, stood up, crossed their arms and stared at McRoro with cold eyes.
A chilling atmosphere suddenly filled the entire camp.
McCroro faced the chief, bowed and begged, "I only want to say one thing."
Saladin IX nodded.
"If we allow such a large-scale massacre of civilians, will we be opposed and sanctioned by the Committee on Human Survival?"
"There is no need for you, a coward, to worry about the affairs of the kingdom!" Ashedaro said in a rough voice.
Saladin IX looked thoughtful, made a stop gesture to Asadoro, then faced McCrollo and said, "I understand your opinion."
"I will consider."
"Now, if you want to join the banquet..." Saladin IX's tone became gentle and he made an invitation gesture, "My desert eagle, McRoro, please feel free to sit down and enjoy the joy of victory. "
"But if you're not in the mood, I respect your decision."
"Thank you for the kindness of the great chief." McCroro bowed and saluted, "I feel a little uncomfortable, so I have to leave first." After saying that, he left the camp. The laughter behind him sounded again.
At the same time, a secret meeting was taking place in the palace of Golden Lion City.
There were a man and two women sitting in the living room. The man was handsome and handsome, and the woman was pleasing to the eye.
These three people are Lin Yuanzheng, the "Fox of Qingqiu", Zhao Ruoxi, the seventh princess of the Qing Kingdom, and Chu Hanyu, the most beautiful woman in the Eastern Continent, the special envoy of the Tenglong Council, and the concubine of the Chu Kingdom.
"Why, the Tenglong Council also wants to take a hand in the ten city-states?" Lin Yuanzheng looked at Chu Hanyu opposite with an indifferent expression.
The latter opened the paper fan and flapped it gently. Immediately, the fragrant wind filled his nostrils. He said with a half smile and a half coquettishness in his eyes, "Why did Minister Lin say something so unpleasant?"
"We are here to help, not to steal food."
The conversation was mainly between Lin Yuanzheng and Chu Hanyu. Zhao Ruoxi's eyes were distracted, obviously not paying attention here.
"Then please explain Chu Diji, what exactly does the Tenglong Council want to gain from this war?" Lin Yuanzheng looked into the other party's eyes and said seriously.
Chu Hanyu slowly leaned forward, stared into the other person's eyes, opened her red lips slightly, and uttered two words, "Balance."
Lin Yuanzheng thought for a few seconds and said, "If the Tenglong Council is worried that our country will take the opportunity to annex ten city-states and expand its power, I think there is no need to do so."
"Our strategic goal is to make the ten city-states independent or split into two countries to form a buffer zone to weaken the threat of the red country to our country."
"Then our goals now are the same." Chu Hanyu picked up the wine glass and greeted the other party.
Then the two clinked glasses in the air and drank the whole drink.
Putting down her wine glass, Chu Hanyu changed the topic and said, "I have an idea." Then she emphasized, "This is just my personal idea and has nothing to do with the Tenglong Council."
"What do you think?" Lin Yuanzheng asked following the other person's words.
"How about the idea of letting Qiao An, the fourth prince of Malan, take over the ten city-states and establish a country?" Chu Hanyu's attitude seemed casual, but the content was so shocking that Lin Yuanzheng did not dare to answer easily.
He repeatedly consulted the seventh princess with his eyes, but the other party's attention was not here and there was no response at all.
Faced with such a sensitive issue, Lin Yuanzheng chose the most conservative reply, "Driving away lions and attracting tigers is not in the interests of the country."
"Okay, I'm just talking casually, don't take it to heart." Chu Hanyu played with the fan casually, as if he was really just talking casually. Although she did her part, the target audience didn't care at all.
At this moment, Zhao Ruoxi and Nova's thoughts are all focused on how to attract Chen Xing's attention through the war between the ten city-states, so as to restore the relationship between the two.
Now she has lost contact with the ethnic group. Although she has half the personality of the princess of Qing Kingdom, she is not the original Zhao Ruoxi. She felt confused, in a dilemma, and at a loss, so she urgently needed to communicate with Chen Xing, who also came from a different world, and find herself again.
