C588 The Army Was Pressing down on the Border and the Order Was to Hand over Zhang Xing
C588 The Army Was Pressing down on the Border and the Order Was to Hand over Zhang Xing
The second day after Zhang Xing left, an emergency report came from the front line. The Newco Coalition suddenly pulled out their troops, and they were less than 30 miles away from the Martialism Realm.
Just as Emperor Peters and the other big shots were discussing countermeasures, they received a letter of denouncement from Kaiser, Ge Bulei, the Newco Empire.
"Your Martialism ignored the Imperial Edict of Ge Bulei. Not only did you not post the wanted portrait of homicidal mania and Zhang Xing, you even protected him..."
"You are given three days to escort Zhang Xing to the front line and hand him over to my army. If not, my million strong army will enter your country and personally catch the thief, Zhang Xing."
The signature was Emperor Gebray's dark red seal.
"Pa!"
Emperor Peters slammed the document hard under his feet and stomped on it with all his might.
"Hmph! If you want to fight, then fight. Why use Zhang Xing as an excuse?"
"Immediately mobilize the army as fast as you can. Tomorrow, we will send reinforcements!"
Bi Desi's face turned red. After being reprimanded by Ge Bulei twice in a row, the fury in his heart had reached its peak.
No matter what kind of Elite Armament Zhang Xing had, he still had to prepare.
Zhang Xing said that they would meet in three days. Ge Bulei said that they would attack in three days. Then they would wait for three days to see the result. He hoped that Zhang Xing would not disappoint everyone.
Bi Desi gave a Sacred Order. There were people from the three great families, dozens of first-class family, Great Guilds, and money.
In a day's time, they had gathered around 200,000 warriors and mages to form an army.
To the Newco Empire, this power was nothing. However, they could not underestimate their destructive power.
Although these people had never killed their enemies on the battlefield, they were all the elites of the Family. They couldn't be said to be able to take on a hundred enemies at once. It shouldn't be a problem for them to take on a few dozen enemies at the same time.
However, their biggest problem was their opinion of the family. Heaven's Pride of the three great families had conflicts with each other, and the disciples of the dozen or so first-class family also had their noses pointed upwards. They all felt that they were the pride of the Empire.
Therefore, in the face of a million strong army, they couldn't form an entire team. They couldn't bring out the greatest destructive power.
Bi Desi and the various patriarchs had no choice. It was too late to conscript the troops of the Subordinate Countries. If the three hundred thousand guards of Wan Wu City wanted to defend the city, they could only take it one step at a time.
The second day, the troops started to move. After two days of non-stop rushing, they finally arrived at the front line on the third evening.
The 100 thousand soldiers on guard only felt a little comfort in their hearts. The cheers were sparse, and it was obvious that they were not optimistic about the 200 thousand reinforcements.
Early in the morning of the fourth day, the Newco Coalition army pressed down on the border, and the distance between the two sides was only 1,000 meters.
One side was full of energy, while the other side was gloomy and gloomy.
However, the Martialism soldiers were already prepared to fight to the death. No one wanted to die, but they could not not live. Behind them was their home, and they had to fight with their wives and children's parents!
"Du..."
The Newco Coalition blew the horn for the attack. Their hundreds of thousands of slave troops were chased out. They rushed towards the Martialism formation like a swarm of bees, heading... to die!
The regular troops behind them marched in an orderly fashion, following closely behind.
The first row in the air was a troop of 100,000 warriors riding on Griffin in the air. The second row, 50,000 mages riding on Zephyr Birds, had already completed the first wave of Spell, and could release large and dazzling magic at any time.
The remaining seven hundred thousand troops were standing by and waiting for orders. On top of their heads were a hundred Fifth Rank bipedal wyvern.
On the ground. There were also a hundred Fifth Rank Terrahynchus. Dragon Warrior, who was on their backs, looked at them coldly and disdainfully.
"Dong Dong Dong!"
The Martialism also sounded the war drums. All the soldiers let out heaven-shaking roars. "Fight! Fight! Fight!"