Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The criterion for judging a hero is not his boasting and rhetoric.

Nor can he just look at his victories and achievements under advantageous conditions.

Instead, it depends on the choices he makes in the face of disadvantage, crisis or even desperation.

When people do not care about themselves and make comments, they are always reasonable and moral, but when things really fall on their own heads, their ugliness and selfishness are revealed.

Sometimes, it is not high morality, not reasonableness, not righteousness.

Just didn't have a choice.

Therefore, Sylvan Keller is a well-known lord of Xiguang, a victorious general trusted by the parliament and admired by the soldiers. He is indomitable, smart and wise, a respected military strategist and commander, and he cherishes the soldiers. His life, he regards honor above life, he is the most noble spirit, fraternity, firmness, bravery, generosity, and is the most trustworthy and followable general in everyone's mind.

All this honor, title, and fame, only because he didn't face a real choice.

The former Legion Commander of the Twilight Chapter, Thrandron, was also a rising star in the military world before he faced a choice.

In order that innocent soldiers would not die in vain under the wishes of the big men, and in order to send Kant's deterrence and proposals back to the motherland, he chose to surrender, and turned into a staunch anti-war faction overnight, trying his best to prevent the war from continuing. Spawned cowards, cowards and traitors.

Faced with a similar choice, Sylvan Keller, who is more famous, stronger and more responsible than Thrandelon, chose to put the lives of hundreds of thousands of expedition soldiers and the safety of the entire country on the gambling table. , to bet on the possibility of surviving from the dead, so as not to be regarded as an abandoned child by the parliament and lose everything.

Only at the most critical and critical moment can we judge whether a hero is a hero or not.

When obsession and unwillingness are blinded, morality quickly slides to the side of choice. Some elves can give up their own honor for the lives of innocent soldiers and the interests of the motherland, and some elves can for their own honor and interests, Throw these away.

Since they will definitely be targeted by Kant to vent their anger and slaughter.

So why not let them play a bigger role before they die?

If it can increase the success rate of the action, then their sacrifice is worthwhile!

will be remembered!

great!

Pleased by the gods!

This kind of thinking dominates the mind, and the action plan becomes more radical and decisive. His Excellency the commander pushes forward and takes responsibility, and the staff and officers also choose to remain silent. Everyone knows that this is a dilemma. Everyone knows that The glorious elven army was cornered into a terrible dead end.

If you object, what better idea do you have?

If you object, can you take on this unprecedented shame and responsibility?

Since His Excellency the Commander said that he will bear all the consequences, then let's do it.

Half an hour after the news of Goethe's side urging the surrender, the elves attacked again, after feigning sympathy, pretending to haggle, and gathering soldiers.

The whole army was dispatched.

There is no command system or combat system to speak of. War beasts, transport vehicles, and logistics personnel, hidden among the regular troops, launched a never-ending offensive against the tall city walls of Danfeng Lucerne.

The arrangements made with all their strength in half an hour have paid off. The consistently high tactical literacy of the elf army made this desperate charge not completely chaotic. They maintained their marching posture, but the distance between each formation and other troops was huge. The number of soldiers in an array was not much or not, roaring and charging in the bleak sound of the horn, inspiring the courage in the heart with the roar.

Their only job is to cover.

Cover the assault force of the Essence with life.

Consume Kant's alchemical weapon.

** Beasts and even pack beasts were driven towards the city wall.

Even if it was an order that meant death, the soldiers obeyed without hesitation, even though they had witnessed the silver wing swooping in not long ago, and the slaughter was efficient and unstoppable.

"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!"

The officers roared furiously, urging the soldiers to rush towards the city wall of Danfeng Lucerne like ants who are not afraid of death: "Under the city wall, the enemy will not dare to use alchemy bombs! Rush into the city! The enemy will There is no way out! This is the only hope of survival! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

Of course, that earth-shattering and powerful alchemy bomb could not be used near the city wall of Danfeng Lucerne, because there were still defenders on the city wall, and it could not be used in the city, because there were a large number of civilians in the city.

But this means that the invincible and glorious Royal Army is already using or even kidnapping the lives of civilians in exchange for a chance of victory and survival.

This is something that hasn't happened in hundreds of thousands of years.

However, the ordinary soldiers who were suppressing their unease and fear and roaring and charging had no time to think about this issue, while the high elves hiding among the pack beasts and ordinary soldiers ignored it intentionally or unintentionally. Right or wrong in following Commander Sylvan Keller.

Because they don't know what else to do.

So, death fell from the sky.

The Jadam joint attack ammunition, weighing nearly one ton, fell from the sky, setting off roaring smoke and huge flames. With one blow, the entire elf army formation was leveled. The billowing waves blew the flags of the nearby army, shocking The spirits of the elves were still being held, but the officers were still shouting and roaring loudly.

"Six! Do you see it! Such an alchemy bomb can only carry six!"

"Just rush to the city! You can survive! You can survive!"

The series of roaring bangs in the sky were the loud swoops of the terrifying alchemy weapon, and every time it was heard, it meant death fell from the sky.

In addition to the huge alchemy bomb, there were also lightning-like electric lights that could cut a solid army formation into pieces. The elf army that charged in vain was wiped out, and only a small amount of amputated limbs and blood flew outward and fell on the faces, heads and arms of nearby soldiers who continued to charge.

Danfeng Lucerne's long-range spell strikes kept flying out of the city.

There are also projectile strikes of war machines and arrow formations.

Silver wings from the sky slid back and forth across the battlefield, dropping invitations to death.

But this is not enough to stop the elves' full-line attack. These crazy guys only have the city wall in their eyes, as if they only get there, they will win.

Roaring furiously.

Roaring frantically.

The strongest army in the world, the number one in the universe, the leader and pioneer of advanced tactics, the powerful army of the Moonlight Dynasty, at this time, has no rules and tactics to speak of, like a group of madmen who have lost their minds.

Roaring, charging, in fire, explosion, death and gore.

On the drumbeat of death, on the corpse of his comrade.

War changes from grace to cruelty, from cruel to madness.

Looking down from the sky, the elves are like densely packed ants, rushing towards Danfeng Lucerne in a chaotic and orderly manner. Death cannot stop them, and deterrence cannot complete the deterrence. These elves seem to have locked their morale. The same, or rather, the threshold for collapse has not yet been reached.

But the bombing has passed two rounds.

Kant's face was sinking like water, and the voice of Horus rang in his ears.

"Father, the number of bombs may not be enough, the enemy's array is extremely scattered, and they learn quickly."

The whole army of elves pressed on and besieged the city on all sides. In addition to the elite forces that launched a surprise attack a day ago, a large number of reinforcements came from the surrounding towns on this day. After dividing dozens of offensive areas, and using this zombie-like F2A style of play, in this situation, Kant's weapons and ammunition are indeed insufficient.

He can destroy the enemy's long-range firepower positions, beat arrow formations and magic device positions, and smash the tactical intentions of any strong army, but he can't kill the entire army of tens of thousands of elves, because Defeat is one thing, total annihilation is another.

"Are they crazy!?"

Kant's tone was full of anger and sternness.

No matter how hard you count, you can't even count the elf's head so hard.

I thought that under the overwhelming air superiority and strategic deterrence, the commander of the elves knew the importance and would make the right choice.

But he has unknowingly fallen into some kind of misunderstanding.

Not all elves are like the captain and lieutenant of the Wings of Wayne.

Not all elves are like Thrandron of the Dusk Chapter.

"Unexpected behavior must have its own internal logic, but father, now is not the time to say this, things have happened, we have to deal with it."

The iron son's voice brought Kant back to calm.

He asked: "Isn't it enough to add what you got from the French?"

"Not enough, the bombs obtained from the secret storage of French military bases are suitable for closed environments, and their power in open areas is not as good as expected, and the Russians provide them, it is not enough."

Kant's eyes flickered: "...We can continue to refresh."

Don't think about the refresh at the airport. The air strike group can finish washing the ground in a few minutes. At this time, it must have disappeared without a trace. The wave of copying at the airport is just a one-shot deal, and copying again is just a waste of time and resources. But the howitzers, shells and ammunition provided by Russia are still in the material station...

"I have to remind you, father, first, we don't have so many alchemy puppets to operate the replica howitzers, and second, even if all the shells are converted into bombs, wanting to defeat an enemy of this size and battlefield area, The number of copies required is extremely high, and the efficiency is ... poor."

"Rather than consuming precious time differences to replicate the shells, it's a more efficient choice."

Horus was silent for a moment, then continued: "You know what I'm talking about."

Kant was also silent.

Then, he said calmly, "Well, I know."

After a while, he continued: "It's not that easy to end the war, is it?"

"...So, father?"

"I'm going to warn them one last time."

"As you wish."

The blasting dragon roar resounded in the sky again, passing over the frantically advancing elf army formation.

The elven soldiers who involuntarily raised their panic did not wait for death to come, but heard a voice from the sky: "Soldiers of the Dusk Moon Dynasty, I warn you for the last time, if you continue to move forward, I will launch a forbidden spell, I repeat, I will launch the Forbidden Spell, your bravery and sacrifice are meaningless, not only will you lose your life, but will also involve the two countries in a greater war..."

"—he's bluffing! He must be running out of bombs!"

Death and blood drove the soldiers crazy, and emotions were easily channeled and exploited, encouraged by even more mad officers: "We will never surrender! Not to the wicked! We will show them the pride of the elves and Dignity! Even if we die today! The motherland will remember it!"

"—for the Queen!"

Roaring, frenzied, the ultimatum only ushered in a frantic attack.

War draws chasms, hatred leads to division.

Who would believe the enemy's words?

Under the attack of arrows and spells, the fighter jet returned to the sky. At this moment, Horus said: "Father, look, north of the city... There are already elves approaching the city wall!"

Because of the limited ammunition, Kant could only give priority to attacking large attack clusters, and handing over small-scale targets to the defenders of the city wall. This was the attack plan negotiated with the Grand Duke, but at this moment, Iron Son added very quickly. : "The attack intensity is wrong!"

Kant looked up and saw a blazing brilliance at the top of the city, the brilliance of magic, the explosion of elements, and the strong man's posture was like an unsheathed sword, breaking through the defense line of the defenders like a broken bamboo.

rushed into the city.

The vector spout accelerates and rushes to the breached war zone. Through the visor scan, you can see the enemy running fast on the streets of the city. The cannon roars and fires. A fighting stance, set up four double cannons.

But the next moment, a sharp edge rushed out of the houses on both sides of the street.

The Transformers were blocked by the horizontal shield and were attacked by more than a dozen elf powerhouses. The battle shield was regarded as smashed, the huge body flew backwards, and the heavy arrows of spells and enchantments followed.

The vector spout worked at full force, pushing the steel body into the sky, dodging the follow-up attack, and the enraged Horus shot down, and the extremely fast elven warriors rushed into the nearby houses.

The quagmire of public security warfare is indeed a nightmare for a modern army.

"Not right!"

Iron Son reintroduced the form of a fighter jet: "Father, these elves are surprisingly strong! They are by no means at the level of ordinary elves! This should be their purpose!"

Kant has woken up.

Before he could speak, the Grand Duke's voice sounded in the communicator: "Kant!"

"...As you can see, they hid in houses and houses, and used streets and buildings as cover. I'm not good at close-quarters combat. There's no good way to deal with them. It's up to you to figure it out."

Kant said: "The enemy uses the ordinary army as a cover and selects elites to rush into the city. It is indeed a fight to survive. I can't waste any more time. If the outside elf army invades the city, the advantage and the situation will be completely. Burial... Grand Duke, each of us must make a choice."

His tone was very calm, and he did not give the Grand Duke a chance to speak.

"—Wait a minute! Kant! You don't have to do this! Hear me, we can make peace talks..."

"If the outside army is attacked, there will not even be a chance for peace talks."

Kant took a deep breath.

"So, I'm going to launch mass projection."

"—Kant!"

"Let history judge what is right or wrong today."

Kant said: "What I want to do now is not to let you become history."

The fighter plane climbed, raised its head, accelerated, roared into the sky, and it took off ten thousand meters in tens of seconds. The sound of rolling dragons resounded through the world, whether it was the elf soldiers in Danfeng Lucerne City or outside the city, all The poor creatures tumbling up and down in the furnace of war watched it all.

Thoughtful.

"Your Excellency Commander! Kant wants to..."

The adjutant beside Sylvan Keller said in silence.

"You are now in Danfeng Lucerne City! Could he throw forbidden spells into this city?"

"But the soldiers outside the city..."

"They will consume a Forbidden Spell! Dusk Moon will remember their contribution! And we will! If you want to do something, keep killing the enemy! Shock! Take the hostages! Everyone must do their duty!"

Madness spreads in and out of the city.

The soldiers outside the city also thought of the previous ultimatum.

Forbidden spell is about to be fired.

The unprecedented panic made many elves calm down.

In any case... Valentine's defeat is a fact.

So, Forbidden Spell... is it coming?

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of Kant, under the spur of death and madness, in the **** and brutal battlefield, even the tough elven warriors have their moments of collapse.

In particular, death is about to come slowly and fatally. Under the city wall may be the safest haven. The soldiers who are still far away from the city wall are screaming and speeding up, and the elves who are not far from the city wall are also speeding up. The chaotic battlefield is no longer elegant. Elf, poor lunatic, the end is coming...

Kant has returned to the white mist world.

Through space transfer, leave the airport in Africa and come to the domestic area.

Familiar district, familiar city.

Kant stood on the street, silent.

Ending a war is never easy, and there is always a price to pay.

Say, more peanut butter.

Horus came to his father and tried to liven up the atmosphere: "Father, what are you throwing this time?"

The mass projection of the Battle of Valentine is to transmit large and small objects such as large blocks of roads and heavy vehicles in two directions, relying on gravity to continuously accelerate, gather terrifying power, and then bomb.

He looked at the cars on the street to see if there was anything bigger and bigger.

And Kant held out his hand.

Resonate with the world of white fog and respond.

The power derived from Tacitus resonates with the world of White Mist.

The power of the laws of space.

Warp space, replace concepts.

In an instant, the heaven and the earth reversed, the concept of up and down was reversed, and the world in front of him was distorted from then on. The bustling business district, the tall buildings, like the fruit on the vine, faced the "down" side.

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PS1: Five thousand words! sleep!