It was close to dawn.
It was the darkest hour of the day. A red fighter jet whizzed through the sky, and the woman with the red ponytail sitting in the cockpit looked quite calm. She held the joystick in her hand and looked at the dark night sky in front of her.
But … it still doesn't feel right to just fly over like this.
With this thought in mind, the woman with the red ponytail reached out and turned on the music switch of the fighter jet.
Soon, majestic music began to play, followed by a female voice accompanied by fast-paced BGM in the cockpit.
"Pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, soft veils float on the river; Katyusha stands on the steep shore, singing like the bright spring scenery …"
That's more like it!
Listening to the familiar song, the woman with the red ponytail slapped the joystick hard, then piloted the fighter jet forward.
The soldiers of Albion still did not realize that their doomsday had come.
"Those officials are crazy. They called us out to patrol in the middle of the night … What are they patrolling for!"
A soldier riding on a wyvern grumbled as he tried his best to open his eyes wide to look at the pitch-black night sky. He was sleeping soundly in his bed just now, but he was mercilessly woken up by the officials above him. They were actually called out to patrol … What kind of joke was this?
"Okay, stop complaining. Everyone's been very nervous lately, haven't they?"
"That's true, but those officials are too nervous. Torristine's army hasn't arrived yet, has it? At their speed, even if they set off immediately, it'll take them a week to reach Albion. What's the point of throwing us out now? In my opinion, those guys are scared out of their wits! "
"But I heard that Torristine has the help of a god from another world …"
"Hmph, how can there be a god from another world? That must be some kind of evil force! Torristine must be colluding with some evil existence. Otherwise, how could Torristine annihilate such a powerful fleet of Albion's? "
"Sigh, whether it's a demon or a god … Even the First Fleet of Albion has been defeated. How long do you think we can hold on?"
"…"
Hearing this topic, the other soldier lost the mood to talk about it. Just as his comrade said, no matter whether Torristine sought help from demons or gods, their opponent was very powerful now. In this case, could Albian still win?
Even the expeditionary army of Albion had failed. What was the use of the soldiers who stayed behind to defend the city?
"Hmm?"
At this moment, the soldier in front raised his head and looked into the sky. Then, he rubbed his eyes.
"What's that flashing red dot?"
"What red dot?"
The other soldier also looked up and saw a flashing red dot in the sky. It seemed to be moving?
They look like stars, but are there red stars? Besides, normal stars wouldn't move, right?
What was that?
Riding on the wyverns, several people widened their eyes in curiosity. Some even picked up their binoculars to observe, but they soon found that the red star was getting closer and closer to them ….
No, those aren't stars!
"— — — —!!"
Under the dark night sky, they could not see anything at all. They only felt a violent airflow suddenly flying over their heads. The next moment, the strong wind pressure mixed with a sonic boom directly lifted the soldiers off the wyverns, as if an invisible hand had swatted the soldiers and the wyverns away like swatting flies. The pitiful soldiers did not even have the chance to scream before they disappeared into the night.
At this moment, in the cockpit, Red Ponytail was still shaking her head and listening to the nostalgic song.
"Rise up, great nation, fight to the death. Destroy the forces of evil, destroy the evil bandits! Let the noble rage roll like waves. Wage the people's war, the holy war — —! "
"We're here! Get ready! "
While humming the song, Red Ponytail pulled the joystick hard. The next moment, the fighter suddenly rotated and descended, whistling towards the Stronghold shrouded in the night. Soon, a cursor appeared on the screen in front of Red Ponytail. After confirming that all the targets had been locked on, Red Ponytail smiled and pressed a button.
"Launch all missiles!"
Hundreds of miniature homing missiles shot out from the back of the fighter jets like scattered blossoms from the heavens, heading straight for the target in front of them. They descended from the sky with trails of smoke trailing behind them and struck the fortress in front of them.
The next moment, a series of flames suddenly erupted from left to right, forming a beautiful wall of flames that illuminated the sky.
"The first wave of attacks is over. Next, prepare for the boson jump!"
Red Ponytail maneuvered the fighter around the Stronghold, looked at her results, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, she turned on the autopilot mode and stretched out her hands. Soon, the power of time appeared in her hands again, trembled, and turned into a small ball of light.
Then, Red Ponytail opened the hatch and threw the small ball of light out like she was throwing garbage on the highway.
If this happened on Earth, a penalty would be unavoidable.
The moment the ball of light was thrown out, the small ball of light immediately began to expand, then turned into a thin line that extended into the distance. This process lasted for less than five seconds. Then, the air trembled, and a large group of battleships appeared behind the Stronghold!
"We're here already?!"
The General of Torristine was extremely excited as he looked at the "brightly lit" Stronghold not far away. Of course, he had heard about the plan from Red Ponytail. The plan was "I'll go over first, then I'll pull you guys over, then I'll attack the Boss while you guys deal damage" … Well, although they didn't quite understand half of what she said, at least they understood what she meant.
Of course, the General was a little puzzled when he heard about the plan. At a normal speed, it would take a week to reach Albion, even with a rapid march. But the General did not ask too much. After all, Red Ponytail was an Oracle. Perhaps she had some special means to teleport the entire fleet over?
To be honest, even the General himself felt that this was a joke. The teleportation spell itself was already a high-level spell. Even ordinary mages would not be able to learn it, let alone there were more than 40,000 people here …
But what he did not expect was that just now, he only felt the battleship tremble slightly, and then he saw Fangzheng's Stronghold burning!
It was a miracle!
"God bless us! This is the power of an Oracle!"
The general couldn't help but shout out loud.
"Everyone, God is on our side. Victory belongs to us!"
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Hearing the General's shout, the soldiers raised their hands and cheered. It was the first time many of them had boarded a battleship, and they might have been afraid and uneasy before, but now, when they found that they had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers in an instant and arrived in front of the enemy, their hearts were filled with courage and excitement.
Torristine is a country blessed by God. We will never fail!
"Lower the altitude and bombard the Stronghold. Prepare to land!"
The General gave the order fiercely.
"How did Albion humiliate us? We want it back!"
[There's no need to go through so much trouble.]
However, as soon as the general gave the order, the voice of the red ponytail appeared in his mind. Upon hearing the voice of the red ponytail, the general could not help but be stunned.
"You mean …"
[I have a better way. After ensuring the situation here, you only need to leave a Sub-Fleet behind. The others will continue to follow me. We'll suppress the other Stronghold, then we'll go directly to the capital of Albion.]
Having said that, Red Ponytail smiled.
[Before dawn, we'll plant the flag of Torristine on the capital of Albion!]
"This …"
Hearing the order from Red Ponytail, the General instinctively wanted to say that it was impossible, but before he could speak, he suddenly stopped.
That's right. Why is it impossible?
Although, as far as common sense was concerned, it was indeed a pipe dream to capture the whole of Albion in one night … no, in just a few hours. Even in dreams, no one would dare to have such an idea. But was this a common situation?
No!
They were led by an Oracle and protected by God!
Under the protection of God, they were omnipotent!
Thinking of this, the General's whole body began to tremble with excitement. Throughout the whole continent, there had never been a history of capturing an enemy country in one day. Even if there was the blessing of an Oracle and the protection of God, the one leading the troops was the General himself! If he could succeed, he would leave a deep mark in the history of this continent in the future!
And no one would ever be able to break this record again!
Such a good opportunity would probably not come again in the next few hundred years!
"Yes!!"
After thinking it through, the General made a decision without hesitation. He was not stupid enough to ask Red Ponytail why she didn't just occupy the capital. Logically speaking, one must first capture the leader to capture all the followers, but in this case, the so-called king had long been overthrown by the Noble Parliament of Albion. The Noble Parliament had not yet elected a new ruler. In this case, even if they directly occupied the capital, it might give the other nobles of Albion an opportunity to take advantage of them.
But now, if they directly captured the east and west fortresses, it would be tantamount to wiping out all the combat power of Albion. In this case, if they went to suppress the parliament of nobles in the capital, those nobles wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.
So, under the leadership of Red Ponytail, Torristine's fleet advanced with irresistible force. They captured the first fortress in the east amidst the music of "Holy War", and then the second fortress in the west amidst the "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow". The Chief Councillor of the Noble Parliament did not even have time to wash his face and brush his teeth. He had just finished listening to the battle report when Torristine's fleet appeared over the capital and surrounded them.
"How, how did this happen?"
The nobles stared at the fleet outside the window, dumbfounded. They were already surprised when they received the report that the fortress was attacked. After all, according to the previous intelligence, Torristine's fleet had only set off the day before yesterday. No matter what, it was impossible for them to arrive at Albion so soon.
However, facts spoke louder than words. Some people suspected that the warships were just illusions created by the enemy, and some even foolishly ordered a counterattack. But after the cannons that dared to retaliate were destroyed with a few cannons, the others suddenly fell silent.
"Surrender! Surrender! Surrender now!! "
The Noble Parliament did not have the courage of the Prince of Wales to drag the nobles down with him. They made a decision almost instantly.
But at that moment …
"No, you can't surrender."
A figure wrapped in a black robe silently appeared behind the Chief Councilor of the Noble Assembly and spoke in a low voice. The Chief Councilor trembled when he heard her voice.
"But, but …"
"No buts."
A finger was placed on the back of the Chief Councillor's head. The next moment, the Chief Councillor's eyes suddenly became a mass of nothingness.
"This is your last mission."
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