Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 729: Overall Situation

It was as if a storm had arisen in the Mecaline Mountain. Occasionally, thunderous sounds that shook the heavens and earth could be heard coming from the mountains. Black flames streaked across the space, leaving behind dark lines. Moments later, the dark veins will gush out, and high-temperature fires will land on the ridges, trees, rubble, and buildings. Regardless of what it was, the moment it encountered the black flames, it melted like cream. Occasionally, an extremely bright golden torrent of light would cut through space, and wherever it passed, whether it was dark flames or anything else, it would be forcefully arranged horizontally!

The center of the storm in the valley was the battlefield where Capulo and the Prison Flame Giant fought. The battlefield between the two sides spanned nearly a hundred kilometers square. Once they entered the battlefield, even the battleships would be twisted and distorted by the energy storm. On the battlefield. There was absolutely no possibility for the experts under him to interfere, and he could not even enter the arena to watch.

The winds and clouds in the Mecalene Mountains surged, and even with the use of the detection equipment, it was impossible to know what was happening inside.

Aboard the Golden Lion, Adjutant Seville's eyebrows knitted tightly. This was Capulo's first battle since his comeback. Seville knew that countless pairs of eyes were watching this battle. Even if those eyes weren't there, they had plenty of channels to learn about the current situation. It was no exaggeration to say that this was a war that involved changes in the structure of the old and new parties. The key was the outcome of Capulo's battle.

Even if Capulo won, if he couldn't win straightforwardly, his reputation would still be affected to a large extent. Nowadays, within and outside the Federation, the most suspicious thing about Capullo between the old and the new parties was whether his injuries had healed or not. It would be very bad for the old party to find that Capullo was still recovering from his injuries. After all, a sick lion, and an old lion, was not as threatening as a young and cunning wolf.

If it made people think that Capulo was already a legend, they believed that many people would stand on Windsor Belo's side. There had always been a lot of people who wanted to follow the tide, especially now that the situation inside and outside the Federation was unstable, it had become an instinct for people to rely on the strong.

As Capulo's adjutant, Seville was more concerned about the outcome of the battle than anyone else. At the same time, as Capulo's best friend, Seville did not know about the marshal's health. Even though he had been with Capulo for nearly ten years, he had stayed with Capulo. However, Marshal Berserk Lion was like a bottomless pond. Whenever people thought that they knew him better, they would always see only the surface of the pond.

Seville was no exception.

He didn't even know if the marshal had recovered, so he naturally couldn't predict the outcome of the battle in the valley.

"Sir, there is a communication request from the Blood Gate Stronghold."

"Connect." Seville withdrew his gaze from the screen and nodded.

A moment later, Russen's dignified face appeared on a screen in front of the bridge. Seville saluted, "General!"

Russen nodded and said, "Adjutant Seville, why are you, Marshal Capullo?"

"Marshal broke into Mecalene Mountain three minutes ago and is fighting Dark Thunder Tanger."

"Is that so …"

Sylvie raised his eyebrows and said, "What happened, General Russen?"

"There are some things. Just now, the enemy launched an attack on the Blood Gate Stronghold." Russen said softly.

Seville unconsciously clenched his fists and said, "What is the number of enemies?"

"Probably sixty or seventy thousand, at least not less than fifty thousand. The tricky part is that we have just launched a clean-up operation against the enemy strongholds in the area under our control, with at least one-third of the clan army and the garrison troops deployed outside. What's more troublesome is that we've lost contact with outsiders. Taken together, this should be a long-planned operation. "

"In that case, no wonder there are so few enemies on the Running Stream Stronghold. If it weren't for the presence of a Tanger, I'm afraid we would have already taken down the stronghold by now." Seville shook his head and said, "But what's the point of that?"

He raised his head and said, "General Russen, do you need …"

Russen interrupted him, "No, if Marshal is fighting Tango, then I will take care of myself. There is no need for any extra troops. Let's do that. When Marshal comes back, remember to congratulate me."

"This subordinate will definitely bring it." Seville straightened his body and said.

Communication over.

At the other end of the Blood Gate Stronghold, in the command center's battle command room. Russen stood on the command platform and watched the screen disappear. The corner of his mouth gradually revealed a smile. His adjutant frowned and said, "General, why don't we get the Golden Lion to support us? It would be easier for us if we had their help."

"How do you know if this is another enemy trick, the golden lion's forces dispersed, and then suddenly with a strange weapon attack. In that case, Marshal Capulo might be in danger. Although I don't really believe that there is an existence on this planet that can injure a marshal, it's better to be careful. Besides, you heard me just now. Tango did not leave the Running Stream Stronghold, so the battle at Mecalene Mountain was the big picture. "If Marshal killed Tango, it wouldn't matter even if the Blood Gate was lost." Russen's smile was somewhat cruel. "After all, if there were 40,000 to 50,000 people, it wouldn't take long for them to gather. However, a tango was not something that could be found as long as one wanted. How can it be considered advantageous for us to exchange tens of thousands of people for a Level 30 expert? "

The adjutant had followed Russen for many years, and he was well aware of his ruthless temperament. However, hearing that he didn't care about tens of thousands of lives, he still shivered. Russen changed the topic and said, "Besides, if there weren't any experts like Tango guarding the fortress, I really wouldn't care about the mere tens of thousands of enemies. Tell them to defend the fortress. If things don't work out, then we'll retreat to the fortress. If necessary, I'll personally go out and fight, that's all."

Just as he was about to leave, a staff officer below stood up and shouted, "General, Roddy of Bescot has just contacted us."

"Oh, how are they?" Russen stopped.

"They were ambushed and lost a lot of soldiers. The crux of the matter is that their airship was destroyed by the enemy and they are unable to return to the stronghold immediately."

"So that's the case. Looks like outsiders have probably encountered similar incidents. Destroying vehicles? Interesting. This is not a strategy that the Catus with only a paste brain can come up with." Russen said to the staff officer, "Let them find their own way back as soon as possible."

The staff officer nodded in agreement.

Roddy got off the troop carriage and smiled bitterly at the onlookers. He lit a cigar and sat down on a rock. The stone could not withstand the weight of his scales, or Roddy was so preoccupied that he unconsciously used too much strength to push the rock out of the cracks.

"As expected, the stronghold has been attacked." Roddy spat out a smoke ring. "We can't do anything. Even if we rush back to the stronghold on two legs, the war is probably coming to an end, right?"

A few troop carriers may have been too small to be damaged by Karin. There was a communication device in the car. Although the communication in this area was interfered with, thanks to the efforts of the electronics expert, the adjudicator managed to bypass the interference and contact the stronghold. They were the only foreign affairs personnel who could contact the stronghold. As for the others, there had been no news of them.

"I have to do something." Allen stepped forward and said, "We still have a few troop carriers. Although they are the smallest, they can still pull back at least one or two hundred people."

"That's a war at the level of ten thousand people. What can a hundred or two hundred people do?" Reina frowned.

Allen disagreed with him, "There are many things we can do. Indeed, this is not enough to intercept an army or repel an army of ten thousand men. But it is enough for us to charge into the enemy, destroy their camps, their supplies, and even attack and kill their commanders."

"You're thinking too much." Reina shook his head and said, "It's like throwing a few drops into the sea. Do you think the drops can do what you want? Impossible. In the sea, they can only drift."

"How do I know if I don't try?"

"Alright." Roddy raised his hand and said, "I agree with Allen on this point. Allen, bring your men and I'll give you two hundred more. You can use your troop carriers to get back first. As for how you act, it's up to you to decide. Remember, I don't need you to defend the camp. If you can't defend it, bring your men back to the stronghold and don't think about military service. Live, then you'll have military service."

"I understand, Uncle Roddy."

"If that's the case, then I'll go too. It should be easier for me to command Fierce Vulture's soldiers," Rainer said.

He had followed Roddy on the expedition for several years, starting from a small soldier, and naturally had accumulated quite a reputation in the army of Fierce Vultures. In contrast, the Fierce Vulture soldiers might obey Alan's orders, but if it was Rena, the soldiers would not only obey, but risk their lives. Allen did not have any objections and made the necessary adjustments on the spot. He handed over the command of the soldiers to Reina, who unexpectedly agreed to cooperate with Alan's decision.

This was the first attempt at cooperation since the two expeditions. Seeing all of this, Roddy felt relieved.

Very quickly, Roddy handed over 200 men to Reina. After making sufficient preparations, a few troop carriers left the supply base. After they left, Roddy threw down the butt of his cigarette and stepped on it with his foot. "Alright, we can't stay idle. Even if we use it, we have to hurry back. Even if we don't have time to fight, at least we can still burn those bastards' butts!"

The soldiers laughed and swept away their previous low spirits. Under Roddy's orders, everything that could not be taken away was thrown away. Everyone only brought rations for two days. The army's light cavalry clearly wanted to rush back to the stronghold. After the entire army was ready, Roddy looked in the direction of the Scarlet Flame Highlands and roared, "Let's go!"