Inside Holy Sword City.
Before the decisive battle began.
Nancy gazed calmly at the sky. The wind and snow had stopped.
In the pitch-black city, the scattered lights looked particularly desolate.
They also heralded the calm before the great battle.
Inside the central tower.
Several senior Alliance Army officers stood ready, watching the darkness outside the city.
"Ten minutes left. General, is Yang Pan's information accurate?" a captain asked uneasily.
"From what we've seen, he's trustworthy." Holding a cup of hot coffee, Nancy nodded thoughtfully. "I may hate Qiao, but he has a pretty good eye for people."
"Only someone like him could get hold of the Dragon Kingdom's attack schedule."
As they spoke.
A helicopter slowly approached through the sky.
Nancy frowned when he saw its markings.
The helicopter landed steadily on the tower's roof.
A group of Alliance officers quickly gathered around, cautiously sizing up the arrivals.
The man in the lead wore a luxurious cloak made from white animal fur. He looked somewhat simple and honest, with a refined bearing.
The woman following him was Xian'er, the Dragon Kingdom's most popular celebrity.
Behind her, a middle-aged man carrying an umbrella, wearing clogs, and sporting dyed yellow hair jumped out of the helicopter. He greeted the officers with easy familiarity. "Everybody, hello! You're just here to meet us. No need for such a big reception. You're making this look like an inspection by the leadership."
The last man to appear wore red and held a curved saber.
It was Yang Pan and his group.
"Yang, what brings you here?" Nancy was slightly taken aback.
Speak of the devil.
At that moment, he was absolutely certain the Dragon Kingdom would attack at midnight tonight.
Otherwise, Yang Pan would not have come in person and put himself at risk.
"Hello,