When the news of the death of the fourth prince of Malan reached the royal tent in White Tiger City, Saladin IX, the chief of the Gratamu United Kingdom, froze.
It was like being showered with a truckload of dry ice and instantly turned into an ice sculpture.
Deathly silence permeated the royal tent, and an extremely complex expression appeared on Saladin IX's face, including shock, confusion, confusion, loss, confusion, and even...
A trace of indescribable hesitation and fear.
The failure of plans and the disillusionment of dreams are just part of it.
A supremely powerful man who had been promoted to the throne of God, and had an extremely prominent royal bloodline and the most orthodox inheritance rights, disappeared like a meteor in an instant.
This is definitely not something that a few powerful men of the same level can do. It must be the result of a joint trial by the Supreme God after reaching a consensus.
This will mean that more than 90% of the world's rulers have changed their attitude towards this war.
The balance of victory had tipped, and dramatically, in favor of their enemies.
The rulers have gone from enjoying the news and adding fuel to the flames to turning their guns and adding insult to injury.
The bargaining chip in the hands of politicians is always given to the party with the greatest chance of winning. These are the rules of the game in the power arena, which have never changed since the birth of human society.
From the moment the Supreme God made the decision, they have been abandoned by the world.
Just when Saladin IX was about to drown in despair, greater blows followed.
After a rustling sound of electricity, the clear and clear voice of the female newscaster came from the radio.
"Radio Red Earth, reporting for you."
"It is now dr2619, February 19th, ten o'clock and six minutes in the morning."
"Next, this radio station will broadcast for you the speech of Prime Minister Chen Xing, the highest military commander of the United Kingdom of Ambergris River..."
After a few seconds of silence, a deep voice sounded.
"Hello everyone, my name is Chen Xing.
"Now……"
"On behalf of the highest symbol of power in the Ambergris River, the Ice Blue City Throne, the highest administrative body, the United Parliament, and all the citizens, I will make a final statement to our invader, the United Kingdom of Gratamu..."
The voice was gentle, neither plague nor fire, but full of indescribable terrifying power.
"I will lead the Dragon River army, just like our ancestors did thousands of years ago, using swords, spears and war hammers to crush the threats and ambitions from the desert."
"And this time, the results will be more thorough."
"Our ancestors simply drove away these desert wolves."
"Let them return home and recuperate,"
"However, the kindness of our ancestors did not lead to gratitude."
"After a thousand years, they came back and attacked again."
"We will not make the same mistake twice."
"I hereby declare that the Gratamu United Kingdom will be wiped off the map of the world!"
"Da Fangzhou will be included in the new territory of the Ambergris United Kingdom."
"I swear that all desert wolves stained with the blood of Longhe people will receive the most cruel punishment. They will fall into the abyss forever, feel the deepest despair, and die in pain and torture, with the most tragic wails coming from their mouths. "
"I will destroy all the temples of the Sand God and smash his statues at his door!"
"Don't doubt my determination. I have accomplished many impossible things in my life."
"Don't doubt my cruelty. Countless enemies have died in my hands."
"Sand dogs, wash your necks and wait for death!"
The extremely arrogant declaration plunged Saladin IX into a rage that was like burning fire. The veins on the back of his hands popped out, and the armrests cracked and sawdust flew everywhere. His body trembled, his head shook, and he murmured in his mouth. He said to himself, "How dare he, how dare, how dare he blaspheme the God of Sand!"
"His body will be hung on the ramparts of the city of Bam, the sand wolves will be stuffed with flesh and blood, his entrails will be snatched away by vultures, and his bones will be gnawed by scarabs."
"Every inch of bones will turn into sand under the exposure of the Sun of Set..."
Just as the Lord of the Desert was sitting in his royal tent, issuing the most vicious curse in the world to his opponents, the war god of the desert, "Eye of the Sandstorm" Aladdin Barsem, led seven of the eight legions of the Holy War. The legion commander was invited to the private tent.
"Your Excellency Aladdin, before you make any remarks, I must confirm one thing first..."
"Is today's gathering ordered by the chief?"
The leader of the Scavenging Bird Legion, "God of Death" Silvadoro, raised the question.
"No."
Aladdin Basem's answer was straightforward, and Silvadoro couldn't help but frown, "Then you should know very well that summoning the army commander privately..." He emphasized, "It is tantamount to conspiracy and rebellion!"
"I know." Aladdin Basem's voice was calm, "But..."
"Now it's a matter of life and death, I can't care so much anymore."
"After this crisis, I will definitely apologize to the chief."
"But before that..." Aladdin Basem's eyes looked around the audience, his tone was low, decisive and firm, "Comrades, please listen to me."
He faced everyone, deeply
bow. The whole place fell silent, and the legion commanders stopped whispering and focused their gazes.
"The Red Nation bypassed the main force of our army and attacked Bam City. It was just a smoke bomb they released."
"I'm sure they will only send a small number of troops, while the main force will be hiding in the dark, waiting for the main force of our army to return for reinforcements."
“The more publicity they make, the more they make that point.”
"They are just bluffing, trying to trick us into giving up the advantageous strongholds of White Tiger City and Longhe Heavy Industry."
"We must stay awake and not be deceived by the enemy's illusions," Aladdin said.
"However, there is no army left in Bam City now." The commander of the Cactus Legion said, "Even if it is only part of the army, it will be difficult to resist."
"We can mobilize the sand people and summon troops from the entire continent. There are still many tribes that have not participated in the war." Aladdin replied.
"Most of the weapons are in our hands." The commander of the Sandwing Legion reminded, "The Sandwings only have shotguns and machetes."
"We have the natural barrier of the desert." Aladdin said, "Whether it was in the past or now, the soldiers of the Red Kingdom cannot adapt to the desert climate."
"The dunes are our walls, and the Sun of Set is our patron saint, so..."
"Bam City can be defended!" Aladdin clenched his fist and said loudly, "As long as we can keep our main force, we will have bargaining chips!"
"How can you guarantee..." "The God of Death" Silvadoro looked at the other party solemnly, "Your judgment must be correct."
"What should we do if the main force of the Red Kingdom enters Da Fangzhou?"
"Don't forget, we just massacred White Tiger City not long ago..."
At this point, the scene became silent and depressing, like the calm before a storm, making people feel tight in their chests.
After a long time, Aladdin sighed, "I know..."
"It's going to be hard and a lot of people will die, but it's the best solution."
"I hope you can help me and convince the chief together."
"Thank you." Aladdin faced everyone and bowed solemnly.
The legion commander silently looked at Aladdin who was bending down and bowing his head. The once proud desert eagle had now become extremely humble, bowing his head in supplication. Seeing this scene, everyone felt uncomfortable.
But at this moment, someone suddenly said doubtfully, "Huh..."
"Why didn't Asashiro come?"
"Where has she gone?"
Aladdin raised his head and quickly scanned the faces of all the legion commanders. Only then did he realize that the legion commander of the Rattlesnake Legion, "Sand Snake" Asashiro, was not present!
