East Sea Defense Line Twelfth Outpost.
Acting Commander-in-Chief Chen Guoliang stood in front of the podium.
On the holographic map in front of you, the light points representing your own strongholds are extinguishing one after another.
"The third post, lost contact."
"The fifth post, lost contact."
"The defensive formation of the eighth post was penetrated and the defenders were completely destroyed!"
The report came one after another, and each sentence was like a knife stabbing his heart.
Less than twenty minutes have passed since the first wave of attacks.
East Sea Defense Line Out of the sixty-four outposts, seventeen have been destroyed.
"How could it be so fast?"
Chen Guoliang punched the table and the holographic map shook.
"How come their offensive lines are all directed towards our blind spots?!"
No one can answer him.
But everyone has the answer in their hearts.
Song Henian.
The nationalist who defected sold everything Dragon Kingdom East Sea Defense Line.
"Report! The 14th Post was attacked by Martial Emperor class! The main turret was destroyed in one blow!"
Chen Guoliang's hands are shaking.
Martial Emperor level.
His strongest combat power is the three Martial Saint late stage.
There is a huge difference between Martial Emperor and Martial Saint.
How to fight this?
"Call the center! How long will it take for emergency reinforcements?"
The signal soldier's voice was filled with tears.
"The report says that the fastest is an hour and a half! Northern Territory's troops are coming at full speed!"
One and a half hours.
Chen Guoliang closed his eyes.
One and a half hours was enough for Eastern Isle's gang to penetrate the entire defense line three times.
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On the sea.
The man in white kimono stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the scene below and nodding with satisfaction.
Fujiba Eiji, Eastern Isle are currently among the top three in the martial arts world, and Martial Emperor is in the third level.
There are two Martial Emperor behind him, one is named Sanada Shu, Martial Emperor second section; the other is named Ito Kukai, Martial Emperor first section.
Three Martial Emperor.
This is the lineup that Eastern Isle put together with great effort.
Fujiba Eiji looked at the flaming coastline in the distance, the smile on his face never disappeared.
"Mr. Song."
Song Henian stood behind him.
"Dragon Kingdom people often say that 'fortresses are breached from within.'" Fujiba Eiji turned around and bowed slightly towards Song Henian. "Now it seems that this is indeed the case."
There is no trace of guilt on Song Henian's face.
"That's that."
Fujiba Eiji straightened up and looked towards the depths of the coastline.
"According to the information you provided, after breaking through East Sea Defense Line, go straight to Dragon Suppressing Platform inland."
"Once Dragon Vein Essence Blood is extracted, the foundation of the Dragon Kingdom's luck will be broken."
"By then, everything Mr. Song wants will be at your fingertips."
Song Henian did not answer.
He turned around and looked in the direction of the Dragon Kingdom.
The land that gave birth to and raised him was crumbling in the light of fire.
There was nothing in his eyes.
East Sea The ruins of the 14th outpost.
Sanada Shu jumped down from the collapsed roof of Watchtower, stepping on the gravel and raising a layer of dust.
In front of him, a dozen Dragon Kingdom soldiers were still resisting.
The leader was a Martial Saint Sixth Stage middle-aged officer, half of his body was soaked in blood, his left arm hung by his side, and his bones were protruding from his flesh.
But he didn't give in at all.
The right hand holds a long knife, with the tip facing Sanada Shu.
"Go back here, I."
Sanada Shu looked at him and shook his head.
"Courage is commendable."
He raised his hand.
A Gale Qi shot out from the palm of his hand and penetrated the officer's chest.
The officer lowered his head and glanced at the bloody hole in his chest.
The knife slipped from his hand and stuck on the ground.
His body fell forward.
Before falling down, he was mumbling something.
"..."
Plop.
Face down, smashed into the gravel.
Sanada Shu took back his hand, turned around and walked towards the next target.
Behind him, the bodies of more than a dozen Dragon Kingdom soldiers were scattered on the ground.
The command room of the twelfth outpost.
The light spots on the holographic map are still extinguishing.
Twenty-three.
Twenty-eight.
Thirty-one.
Chen Guoliang's hands are numb.
"Report... post 32, lost contact."
The signal soldier's voice had lost its ups and downs. It seemed like he was reading a list. A list of dead people.
"Commander-in-Chief, we..."
Chief of Staff walked to him and said in a low voice, "Do you want to organize a retreat?"
Chen Guoliang was silent for five seconds.
"Where to retreat?"
He pointed at the holographic map.
"Their offensive route has completely cut off our retreat. The north is blocked, and the south is also blocked."
His voice came out from between his teeth, filled with irrepressible hatred.
Song Henian That old beast.
If that old guy is still in the Dragon Kingdom's territory, Chen Guoliang would like to chop him into pieces with his own hands.
"Report! The peripheral detectors of Outpost 12 captured a large-scale aura approaching! Heading towards the front!"
"Quantity?!"
"Thirty... no, fifty! At least fifty Martial Saint level! And Martial Emperor!"
Chen Guoliang's face turned completely gray.
Coming towards his command post.
"Everyone get into fighting position!"
Chen Guoliang drew his sword.
His cultivation level is only Martial Saint Fifth Stage.
Facing the frontal impact of the Martial Emperor class, he knew what to expect.
There's a good chance I won't be able to leave today.
But he won't run.
Song Zhenkun died, he took over this mess.
East Sea Defense Line is his responsibility.
Even if you die, you still have to stand.
"Send the order to the whole army."
His voice returned to calmness.
"Stand where you are and wait for support."
"Whoever takes a step back will be dealt with by military law."
The officers in the command room all stood up straight.
No one questions it.
The explosions outside are getting closer and closer.
The ground was shaking and the lights overhead were shaking violently.
The communication panel flashed.
An encrypted message popped up.
He had never seen the sender's code, but the message was only one line.
"Hold on. I'm coming."
Signature: Lin Feng.
Chen Guoliang stared at those four words for two seconds.
He has never seen Lin Feng.
But in the past half month, this name has spread like crazy in the four major military regions.
Chen Guoliang gripped the sword tightly.
"Brothers!"
He roared.
"Reinforcements are on the way!"
Everyone raised their heads.
"You must die before reinforcements arrive!"
Over East Sea.
Nether Flood Dragon's dark purple body shoots against the clouds.
The white line of the sonic boom pulled out an endless tail from behind it.
Lin Feng lies on the dragon's back and pushes forward with full power.
The ultimate perception range of sixth-grade telekinesis is still not enough at this speed.
He can only obtain real-time battle reports from the front line through the military's communication channel.
Every one of them is bad news.
Thirty-seven outposts have lost contact.
More than two thousand soldiers were killed.
The defense line is about to completely collapse.
In the communicator, the voice of Duan Hongyuan came over.
"East Sea Twelfth Outpost is the location of General Command Center, and the other party is encircling us. Chen Guoliang only has Martial Saint Fifth Stage, so he won't be able to hold on for long."
Lin Feng didn't reply.
He raised his head and looked ahead.
In the gap between the clouds, the firelight reflected half of the sky red.
That's the direction of East Sea Defense Line.
"Soon."
He patted Nether Flood Dragon on the neck.
Nether Flood Dragon raised his head and let out a dragon roar.
The speed is faster again.