Tomorrow's Ark is too real

Chapter 848 Black Tide
As the first wave of confrontation began, the war between the southern coalition forces and the central army was fully launched on the plain.

Just like a chess game, teams with different roles join the battlefield from different positions and at different timings.

The entire plain is a tragic scene, and life is the most fragile thing in war.

The small support team was covered by the rain of swords all over the sky, and fell to the ground like ears of wheat.

The heavy support army was attacked by the magic team, and the car was destroyed.

At the same time, infiltrated special forces entered the rear, easily obliterating the crossbowmen and magicians.

The flames of the explosion, the blood from the body being torn apart, all kinds of roars and screams are intertwined, forming a picture scroll called war.

Beginning in the early morning, the chaotic war continued into the morning, until the sun rose to the very center of the sky, and the plain was already covered with bones.

Sami and Sargon's support armies would avoid the battles with the highest casualty rates, but over time, their entire force was already in the field.

They can see the will of the Southern Military Region, and the natural bloodiness of soldiers is aroused by the heroic sacrifice of friendly troops.

For them, this is someone else's country, but one day in the future, if such a tragic war happens in their own country, then their act of aid now will be a bargaining chip for their future victory.

Facing the coalition forces of other countries joining the battle from the left and right flanks, the Central Army, known as the strongest division in the empire, did not panic at all, and immediately mobilized troops from the rear to intercept it.

Several hours passed, and the casualties could no longer be counted.

General Aumon only knew that whenever he mentioned some temporary tactical adjustments to the messengers, he would always hear the news that more than half of the designated division had been killed or injured.

The Southern Military Region is full of soldiers who have followed him for many years, just like his children. Every minute, a large number of soldiers who share his beliefs and are extremely loyal will fall in a pool of blood.

As a commander, General Ormon could only hide his personal feelings and forcibly turned himself into an iron-blooded command machine.

However, although every military order was timely and correct, his old cheeks were already full of tears unconsciously.

Wei Na in the command center clenched her fists and shook her heart.

"I can't just put the soldiers in danger, I want to fight with them!"

After all, Wei Na picked up the hammer and was ready to join the battlefield.

As the soul symbol of the rebel army, Wei Na, known as the queen, joined the chaotic battle. This is not allowed to happen, let alone accidental death, even if she is injured, it will have a major impact.

"Weina, you stay here and let me go!"

Nanfeng picked up the Lightning Cutter, and the hustle and bustle of the battlefield had already made his blood boil.

General Ao Meng did not object. The presence of the royal blood on the front line of the battlefield will definitely boost the morale of one's own side. This is a war, and the situation is changing rapidly, so there is no time for hesitation.

"His Highness Nanfeng, be careful."

Under Nanfeng's blond hair was a face full of passion. For him who inherited the former king's [power], he had never been afraid of these two words in his life.

The addition of Nanfeng will make the soldiers have a high fighting spirit, but it still cannot change the situation.

This is not a tug-of-war of mutual probing. Behind the Central Army is the north-south border, and behind it is the heart of Victoria, Londinium. Facing the determination of the Southern Allied Forces, even if they fight off the last soldier, they will definitely Impossible to budge.

The same is true for the Southern Allied Forces. This is almost a desperate final battle. If they lose this battle, the South will never be able to regain it when support from another military region in the North arrives.

The number of casualties of the two armies continued to increase over time, and corpses in pools of blood were everywhere.

The commanders on both sides knew in their hearts that this war would continue for a long time, so long that it seemed as if a city wall could be piled up with death.

San Die City.

The curtains in the room were tightly closed, Xia Feng sat alone on the chair, his fingers lightly brushed the blade of the Shenyue Knife.

A bloodstain appeared between the fingers, and the blood gushed out instantly and slid down the palm.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock!"

Blood fell drop by drop, but Xia Feng's expression did not change at all.

This kind of wound will heal itself in a very short period of time due to the white power, even if it is a serious injury, he can miraculously "resurrect".

However, not everyone is like him.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

"come in."

The door was pushed open, and Hu Lai stood in front of Xia Feng fully armed, wearing a combat uniform customized by Raytheon Industry.

"Brother Feng."

Obviously there is no order, but Hu Lai has been wearing the equipment since it arrived, and he will not change it even when he sleeps. He has never urged Xia Feng, but only expressed his expectations with actions.

Seeing the gleam in Hu Lai's eyes, Xia Feng seemed to have a premonition of something.

"Any news from the front?"

"There is."

Hu Lai took a deep breath and reported seriously.

"In the early hours of this morning, the southern coalition forces have officially engaged the central army on the Hongsha Plain. It is not a trial, but a real all-out war."

"Is there a detailed number of people who participated in the battle?"

"Yes, the southern military region led by General Ormon has all been put on the battlefield. The Sami and Sargon coalition forces also joined in from the flank in the morning. The headquarters only left the guards of the two divisions, and almost all of them participated in the battle without reservation. "

"What about the Central Army?"

Hu Lai looked at the investigator's report in his hand.

"Intel says that the Central Army has invested at least 20 divisions, and almost all of them have participated in the battle."

Xia Feng narrowed his eyes, thinking quickly.

He had studied in the war theory class of the Royal Academy. In such a million-level war, once more than [-]% of the troops were invested, the possibility of temporary retreat would be lost.

Whoever withdraws first in a stalemate will pay a heavy price.

Seeing Xia Feng's pensive look, Hu Lai called excitedly.

"Brother Feng, are we?"

The room was silent for ten seconds.

Xia Feng clenched his fists, and inserted the Shenyue Knife back into the scabbard at his waist, the wound he just made had stopped bleeding by itself.

Standing up, he walked out of the window, raised his hand and pulled open the heavy curtains.

"Shh!"

Dazzling sunlight instantly entered the room.

This is the tallest building in Shengdi City. Looking down, there is an endless sea of ​​people in sight.

When Xia Feng was wearing a black coat and a red scarf and appeared on the city wall surrounded by all the combat members of Hei Yu, the infected people who had gathered in Shengdi City for many days below seemed to wake up from their slumber.

Everyone's eyes emerged from the gloom, like the sun in the sky, and their bitter waiting was finally over.

Standing on the city wall, Xia Feng was not excited or excited, he just stared at the infected people below with no expression on his face.

For our homeland?
For the justice of the infected?

For Queen Victoria?To overthrow this decaying empire?

Sorry, he can't say such high-sounding words, and he won't use such impassioned and righteous words to stir up everyone's emotions.

Human nature is selfish, whether it is death or sacrifice, people act for the things they are obsessed with.

Some things don't need words, and don't need so-called mobilization, because he can see that every face looking at him at this moment is very clear about what is persistent in his heart.

Standing on the city wall, Xia Feng's hollow voice spread to the vast crowd.

"Now, I, Xia Feng, want to take you to die, are you willing?"

At this moment, upon hearing this sentence, every infected person, regardless of gender, age or age, showed sincere relief on his face.

Take them to die?This sentence may be too explicit and too pessimistic, but this is what they want to hear.

In the next second, a roar like a tsunami erupted in the entire city of Shengdi.

"willing!"

At dusk, the battle on the Red Sand Plain had lasted for a whole day.

Central Army Provisional Headquarters.

Werther, whose eyes were bloodshot from anxiety, was still formulating real-time tactics. At this moment, a panting scout broke in.

"General Witte!"

Werther didn't look back, his eyes were still fixed on the thumbnail of the Red Sand Plain, and he asked aloud.

"What's the matter, tell me now."

"A new force of the enemy has begun to move north!"

Witte looked up.

"What new troops, aren't the Southern Military Region and the two foreign coalition forces here!"

The scout who came to report swallowed his saliva.

"It's from the southern coast and the troops going north along the western mountain range. They should be infected."

"Infected?"

Witte didn't panic, he had expected this situation a long time ago.

"Didn't I ask the military department to transfer the Northern Military Region to the junction? We can't get away now, let the Northern Military Region move to the west, and intercept the infected at the junction. Those guys have no combat effectiveness, and they will disperse as soon as they fight. 20 people is enough."

"General."

"Why are you still standing there?"

The scout was sweating and pale.

"General. 20 people may not be enough."

"what?"

In the southern part of Victoria, on the west side of the mountains, this is the route that Silver Ash's troops have traveled before.

But at this moment, the footprints left by Yin Hui and the others have been wiped away by the vast crowd.

Among the mountains, the endless crowd of people looked like a long black dragon. In the entire recorded history of the Terra world, there had never been an army march of this scale recorded.

The black crowd is like black clouds, and the picture composed of human heads is like a raging black tide.

With the movement of this super army, within a few kilometers around, the strong source stone fluctuations are like a moving natural disaster.

No one in the empire could have imagined what kind of power would erupt when the infected were truly united by someone.

The rush-produced equipment of Black Steel and Raytheon Industry was far from enough to satisfy this black wave. Even without weapons and equipment, no one retreated.

Among the western mountains, the total number of this moving "black dragon" has exceeded the sum of the four major military regions of Victoria at their peak.

No one can really count the exact numbers.

It is only a rough estimate that the number of infected people moving under the black-winged flag has exceeded 200 million.

(End of this chapter)