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When the news of the fall of the four princes of Malan reached the king's tent in White Tiger City, Saladin IX, the great chief of the United Kingdom of Gratam, froze.

As if being poured by a truckload of dry ice, it instantly turned into an ice sculpture.

A deadly silence permeated the king's tent, and Saladin IX had extremely complicated expressions on his face, including shock, doubt, puzzlement, loss, confusion, and even...

A trace of indescribable hesitation and fear.

The failure of the plan and the shattering of the dream are only part of it.

A supreme power who had been promoted to the throne of God, and had an incomparably prominent royal bloodline and the most orthodox inheritance right, but disappeared like a meteor in an instant.

This is definitely not something that a few powerhouses of the same level can do. It must be the result of a joint trial after the Supreme God has reached a consensus.

This will mean that more than 90% of the rulers in the world have changed their attitude towards this war.

The balance of victory has been tilted, sharply, in favor of their enemies.

The rulers have changed from being happy at the beginning and fueling the flames, to turning their guns and throwing stones into trouble.

The chips in the hands of politicians are always pressed to the side with the greatest chance of winning. This is the rule of the game in the arena of power, which has never changed since the birth of human society.

From the moment the supreme **** made a decision, they had been abandoned by the world.

Just when Saladin IX was about to be drowned in loss, a bigger blow came one after another.

After a rustling electric sound, the clear and clear voice of the female newscaster came from the radio.

"Red Earth Radio, broadcasting for you."

"It is now Dr 2619, February 19th, at ten o'clock and six in the morning."

"Next, this radio station will broadcast for you the statement made by Prime Minister Chen Xing, the supreme military commander of the United Kingdom of Ambergris..."

After a few seconds of silence, a deep voice sounded.

"Hi everyone, I'm Chen Xing.

"Now…"

"On behalf of the highest symbol of Ambergris River, the throne of Iceblue City, the highest administrative body, the United Council, and all citizens, I will make a final statement to our invaders, the United Kingdom of Gratamu..."

The voice was gentle, neither hot nor hot, but full of indescribable terrifying power.

"I will lead the Dragon River army, just like our ancestors did thousands of years ago, with swords, spears and hammers, to crush the threats and ambitions from the desert."

"But this time, the result will be more thorough."

"Our ancestors just drove away this group of desert jackals."

"Let them go home and recuperate,"

"However, the kindness of the ancestors has not been exchanged for gratitude."

"After a thousand years, they made a comeback and attacked again."

"The same mistake, we will not make it again."

"I hereby declare that the United Kingdom of Gratamu will be erased from the map of the world!"

"Dafang Continent will be included in the new territory of the Ambergris River United Kingdom."

"I swear, all the desert wolves who are stained with the blood of the people of Longhe will receive the cruelest punishment. They will fall into the abyss forever, feel the deepest despair, die in pain and torture, and let out the most tragic wailing from their mouths. "

"I will destroy all the temples of the Sand God and smash the statues of His Gate!"

"Don't doubt my determination, I have accomplished many impossible things in my life."

"Don't doubt my cruelty, there are countless enemies who died in my hands."

"Sand dogs, wash your necks and wait for death!"

The extremely arrogant declaration caused Saladin IX to fall into a rage like a fire. I saw the veins on the back of his hand burst out, and the armrest cracked and cracked, and the sawdust flew. His body trembled, he shook his head, and muttered in his mouth He said to himself, "How dare he, how dare, how dare he blaspheme the Sand God!"

"His body will be hung on the walls of Bam, filled with flesh and blood by sand wolves, his entrails will be taken by vultures, and his bones will be eaten by scarabs."

"Every inch of bones will be turned into sand under the sun of Seth..."

While the lord of the desert was sitting in his king's tent and uttering the most vicious curse in the world to his opponent, Aladdin Basam, the **** of war in the desert, "Eye of the Sandstorm", was the seventh member of the eight armies of the Holy War Army. The legion commander invited him to the private tent.

"Your Excellency Aladdin, before you speak, I must first confirm one thing..."

"Today's gathering was ordered by the chief?"

The head of the carrion bird army who raised the question, "Reaper" Sivadoro.

"No."

Aladdin Basemu's answer was straightforward, and Sivadoro couldn't help frowning, "Then you should be very clear, calling the army commander privately..." He emphasized, "It is equivalent to rebellion!"

"I know." Aladdin Baselwood said calmly, "But..."

"Now is the time of life and death, I can't take care of so much."

"After this crisis, I will definitely plead guilty to the chief."

"But before that..." Aladdin Basem looked around the audience, his tone was low, resolute and firm, "My colleagues, please listen to me."

He faces the crowd, deeply

bow. The audience fell silent, and the legion commanders stopped whispering and focused their eyes.

"The red country bypassed the main force of our army and attacked the city of Bam. It was just a smoke bomb they released."

"I'm sure that they will only send a small part of their troops, and the main force will hide in the dark, waiting for the main force of our army to come back for help."

"The more fanfare they have, the more it speaks to that."

"They are just bluffing, trying to trick us into giving up the advantageous strongholds of White Tiger City and Longhe Heavy Industry."

"We must stay awake and not be deceived by the false appearance of the enemy." Aladdin said.

"However, there is no army left in Bam City now." The head of the Cactus Legion said, "Even if it is only a partial force, it will be difficult to resist."

"We can mobilize the sand people and summon troops to the entire Dafang Continent. There are still many tribes that have not participated in the war." Aladdin replied.

"Most of the weapons are in our hands." The head of the Sandfly Legion reminded, "The Sandmen only have shotguns and scimitars."

"We have the natural barrier of the desert." Aladdin said, "No matter in the past or now, the soldiers of the Red Country cannot adapt to the desert climate."

"The dunes are our walls, and the Sun of Seth is our patron saint, so..."

"Bam City can be defended!" Aladdin clenched his fist and said loudly, "As long as we can keep the main force, we will have bargaining chips!"

"How can you guarantee..." "Reaper" Sivadolo looked at the other party solemnly, "Your judgment must be correct."

"If the main force of the Red Country enters Dafang Continent, what should we do?"

"Don't forget, we just slaughtered White Tiger City not long ago..."

Speaking of this, the scene became silent and depressing, like the tranquility on the eve of a storm, making people feel tight in their chests.

After a long time, Aladdin sighed, "I know..."

"It's going to be tough, it's going to kill a lot of people, but it's the best solution."

"I hope you can help me and convince the chief together."

"Thank you." Aladdin bowed solemnly to everyone.

The head of the legion silently looked at Aladdin who bowed and bowed his head. The once proud desert eagle became extremely humble at this moment, bowing his head and pleading. Seeing this scene, everyone felt uncomfortable.

But at this moment, someone suddenly asked suspiciously, "Huh..."

"Why didn't Asashiro come?"

"Where did she go?"

Aladdin raised his head, his eyes quickly scanned the faces of all the legion commanders, only then did he realize that the commander of the Rattlesnake Legion, "Sand Snake" Asashiro was not present!