Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1714: Greed wolves join the war

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"If that's the case..." The secretary sitting next to him lifted his glasses and said: "Today, the Sirius Legion has approached the Fortress of the Golden Lion. Marshal Windsor Bello personally led the attack. The time is set at 12 noon. If this battle starts, I am afraid that even if the Golden Lion is replaced by a successor, he will not sit at the negotiating table because of hatred?"

Allen said: "Then tell the teacher to stop the offense."

"You go and do this right now." Mobit said to the Secretary General.

Allen said solemnly: "Mr. President, can you send someone to take me to Fort Helm."

"Of course there is no problem with this."

Fort Helm is not a fortress, but the name of a new city. This city was established by the golden lion, and the predecessor of St. Helm was just an ordinary city on the surface. The city was destroyed in the Nirm invasion, and the golden lion was rebuilt on the ruins of the city and expanded. There are no tall buildings in Saint Helm today, but roads extend in all directions, and canals are dug to divert water to form a canal that runs through the city for the residents of the city to drink.

One of the biggest features of this city is that you can see anti-aircraft gun emplacements on all the vantage points of the city. As for the surroundings of Saint Helm, various fortifications were poured out. The golden lion turned it into a fortress of war, and it was also the base camp of Kaprow.

At this moment, Capulo is shaving in his bathroom. After he shaved off his beard, he looked at himself with his hair cut short in the mirror. He was almost ten years younger. Originally, if he wanted to, he could keep his appearance in his prime of life. After all, his life span has been greatly extended after he has crossed the 30th level, so his youth and middle age is very long. Usually the strong at this level, they can keep spring and spring.

Of course, there are also some aliens among these strong men, letting their appearance disappear with the wind. This includes Horn and Caprow.

Horn’s thoughts are extremely sophisticated, but Kaprow himself is trying to reduce the wariness of the Federation and the New Party, allowing himself to grow old, making people think that the lion and the hero are no longer. After leaving the battlefield that year, Capro kept a low profile, even giving the illusion that the marshal was in retirement. Everyone knows that this lion is ambitious, and all the appearances are created by his deliberate deliberations.

Now, his goal has finally been achieved. Decades of painstaking efforts to cultivate one's own network bit by bit, infiltrate one by one without the Federation's awareness, and finally firmly grasp the golden lion ace army in his own hands.

And at the most appropriate time, take this army out of the Union and become your own private force.

So at this time, he has no need to hide. After Capulo swept away his old state and put on a uniform, he seemed to have returned to twenty years ago, even his steps were much stronger than before.

He was enjoying breakfast in the dining room.

The breakfast is very rich, with seven mature steaks drenched in black pepper sauce and sprinkled with pieces of mint leaves for accompaniment. In addition, there are mashed potato salads and fresh juices, all of which are carefully prepared. These foods produced by private chefs are delicious in color and flavor.

Capulo put a small piece of cattle into his mouth, enjoying the aroma of the food permeating his mouth. An assistant next to him reported: "Marshal, Sirius is less than a hundred kilometers away from us. In another half an hour, they can complete their offensive preparations."

A soft music was playing in the restaurant, and Capro put down his knife and fork and laughed: "I bet you, I dare say Sirius will not attack like this. They are trying to Before I get to the negotiating table, I try to get more bargaining chips. Politics is like this, war is just a means."

"What about us?"

"Of course, we also have to do our job. After the notice, Fort St. Helmet has entered a state of war, and all defensive turrets have been lifted. We have to welcome you all of Sirius."

Capulo picked up the juice and raised the glass to greet no one.

On the ground a hundred kilometers away from Fort Saint Helm, there was a roar from the sky, and a fleet slowly cut through the sky, driving away thick clouds. This is the fleet of Sirius, consisting of a mothership, three battleships, and hundreds of battleships.

These metal iron blocks flying in mid-air constitute a powerful picture, and the beasts on the ground rushed to stay away from the sense of killing exuded by those metal machines.

Windsor Bello was on that mothership. This time she did not drive her own ship out, but only used the mothership with the Sirius logo. In the command hall, Marshal Greed Wolf sat on a high seat. She was dressed in a military uniform, and the golden badge with the wolf's head gleamed on her military cap. The military cap buckled obliquely on the head was drooping, and the visor blocked half of the female Marshal's face.

The endless fort was surrounded by her casually, and Windsor Bello didn't say a word, but was full of murderous aura.

"In half an hour, you can enter the battlefield." A Sirius general reported loudly under the bridge.　　Windsor Bellot stood up with the generator, and said lightly: "You guys are here on standby. I will meet Capulo and prepare a small ship for me."

After a while, a combat airship emerged from the mothership's belly, and two blue electric fires spewed out from the hull of the ship, pushing the airship toward the side of Fort Helm.

The Fort St. Helmet immediately noticed this battleship flying alone. Capulo, who had already eaten breakfast and stepped into the command building, just saw this picture on the big screen. He grinned and said: "Winsor Bello thought I'm coming to see me."

He shook his shoulders, took off the fur cloak he was wearing, and then strode out of the command building.

In the sky outside Fort Helm, a spaceship moved from far to near, and finally hovered beyond the range of the defensive turret. The door of the pilot's cabin opened, and Windsor Bello jumped onto the top of the hull, holding the endless turret, took a deep look at the gray city opposite, and then said: "Capulo, get out of me!"

She didn't see how high her voice was, but it rolled over the city like thunder, and her voice grew louder and finally turned into a thunder.

"Winsor Bellow, if you come to me to negotiate, then you can go back. My terms are still the same. If the Federation refuses to agree, then nothing needs to be said."

I don't know when he was standing on the high defensive wall in front of the Fort of Helm, Capro put his sniper rifle on his shoulders, and responded with a cigar in his mouth. His voice was as low as a drum, passing across the ground, the ground humming, and his momentum was no worse than Windsor Bello.

Windsor Bello on the airship showed a charming smile, but unfortunately she was in the air and there was no ghost around her, but no one appreciated this smile: "You are mistaken, I am not here to find you Negotiating. From start to finish, I am not a politician."

"Then what are you doing here, do you remember the past?"

"Of course not." Windsor Bello raised the endless fort and pointed in the direction of Fort Helm: "I am here to end your age!"