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In front of Ye Yang Bailiu, Baron Prader thought for a while, and then cautiously said, "My lord, if possible, can you tell me the whereabouts of Commander Chen, so that I can also explain to the other barons."

"Commander Chen communicated with the undercurrent of time and space a few days ago. He didn't know what happened in it. He fell into a long coma and has not woken up yet." Ye Yang Bailiu spoke the truth directly without hesitation. At this time, he was still hiding and tucked away, and he regarded all the people below as fools. They are all desperate, if they don't even have an explanation, it would be too chilling.

And by this time, the time to go has already gone, and all that can stay is one mind.

"Then, when can he wake up?"

As soon as he said the words, Baron Prader regretted it and wanted to slap himself. Although he is only guard-level, he has also read related books and has a certain understanding of the undercurrents of communication time and space.

Ye Yang Bailiu didn't answer, just sighed.

"Sorry, I arrogantly overstepped." Baron Prader nodded and apologized.

If he retreats now, Chen Xing will lose the space-time coordinates of his return and become completely vegetative, so they can only stay where they are and wait for the other party to wake up on their own. But no one can determine this time, or even if he can wake up.

Guarding an illusory future, this is the most tormenting.

"The only thing we can do now is to persist and wait." Ye Yang Bailiu paused and said quietly, "Perhaps for many people, they have a second option, but for me, this is the only thing. select…"

"It's the same to me." Baron Prade's chest was straightened, and he solemnly saluted Yeyang and Bailiu. "If I live just to succumb, then why should I stand here and stay in Prad Town? Isn’t it good by your stove?"

"You are really a respectable gentleman." Ye Yang Bailiu said.

And just three hours after Baron Prade arrived in Dada Town, Viscount Ramon led the team to the station of the Second Red Dragon Army.

As soon as they approached the camp, they were surrounded by soldiers with real guns and ammunition.

"Which unit are you from!" the military police captain asked loudly.

"I am Viscount Ramon, the commander of the legionnaire. I am here to return to the team by the order of the eldest princess."

The gendarmerie captain looked at him suspiciously, walked aside, and took out the communicator to contact Shangfeng.

After a few words over there, the gendarmerie captain put down the communicator and walked back.

"Disarm in situ and accept inspection." The gendarmerie captain ordered.

"This..." Viscount Ramon hesitated, which was a little different from what he imagined to be welcomed in a line.

The gendarmerie captain leaned over and said in a low voice, "Your business has been said above. It's just a routine inspection during the war, don't worry,"

Viscount Ramon nodded knowingly. After all, it is a transaction under the desktop. It shouldn't be too obvious. The program that should be taken is still to be left, and the appearance that should be installed is still to be installed.

"Bring all the officers above the squadron." "Good."

After a while, Viscount Ramon and a group of officers were taken to a camp behind the barracks.

This is the resident of the logistics forces, with fewer people, remote and quiet.

Looking at the surrounding environment and the elites of the Second Army surrounding them on the inner and outer layers, Viscount Ramon and his men couldn't help showing a worried look.

Among this group of people, at least two of the sanctuary powerhouses have fluctuated psychic energy.

This is no way to lead the way, it is simply escorting prisoners, and they are also extremely dangerous serious prisoners.

As if seeing their concerns, the captain of the military police smiled slightly and whispered to Viscount Ramon, "You have worked **** the road, eat something first, take a break, and I will inform Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

"I make you bother." Viscount Ramon nodded and saluted.

Moments later, the news spread to the luxurious floating boat high in the sky. In the luxuriously decorated combat command room hung with a large crystal lamp, Lacey was sitting on a high-back chair with her legs folded, her slender white hands resting on her knees.

The chair is in a simple style, with no armrests on both sides, and under the light gauze, the graceful figure can be seen.

Next to her stood the female adjutant. After receiving the communication, the latter thought she had reported the situation of Viscount Ramon.

"How should we arrange?" the female adjutant asked.

The eldest princess did not answer, but asked flatly, "According to the practice of the Ambergris River countries, how should we deal with the chaos?"

"I understand." The female adjutant nodded knowingly. She has been following the eldest princess, how can she not understand the subtext in the words?

"Be clean." "Yes!" The female adjutant picked up the communicator and dialed a set of numbers.

After a while, the Red Dragon Principality Military Department issued an official document.

The expeditionary army's disposition measures are as follows:

Fleeing before the battle, on the handling of the crime of desertion and treason.

Legion commander Viscount Ramon and officers above the squadron were executed on the spot. Soldiers and lower-ranking officers were incorporated into the vanguard of the Second Army and served in crime.

After half an hour, this document was executed perfectly.

Tableware was scattered in the camp, blood flowed, Viscount Ramon's eyes widened, and he couldn't squint.

However, those who are alive and who are not dead are so lucky. The vanguard has another name-cannon fodder. What awaits them is humiliation and death.

Viscount Ramon did not understand until his death why he became an abandoned son.

In fact, the reason is very simple, the princess is a person who cherishes feathers. Her wings are white and flawless, how could it be contaminated with dust? Such a dirty thing can never be related to her.

Accepting the surrender of Viscount Ramon does not mean admitting in disguise that she stabbed a knife from the back when her country's troops were engaged with foreign enemies, so Viscount Ramon must die.

All insiders must die too.

Once you have succeeded in doing so, if you can get rid of this thorn in your heart, what will happen if thousands of people die. Moreover, they died on the battlefield and did not waste their own resources.

Eyeliners were everywhere in the army, and Ricardo's actions on Lacey's side were quickly learned.

Ricardo found the prince and asked him to ask Lacey for these expeditionary soldiers.

"They are all Longhong's people, and their lives should not be spent fighting for power."

Ricardo successfully persuaded Gavin Maris, who immediately contacted his oldest sister and offered to take over the expeditionary army deserters. .

"It's your owl who stuns you?"

Gavin smiled awkwardly when he was pierced by Lacey's words, "You are still as smart and wise as ever, my dear sister."

"However, no matter whose idea it is, it is all for the glory of the red dragon."

"We have lost a crow city. We must preserve our strength as much as possible and use every bit of strength for future victories."

"Am I right, my smart and wise sister?"

"You don't understand his danger..." Lacey sighed.

"I think you are too sensitive. He is just a flea at the feet of the red dragon. Whether it can continue to leap depends on the mood of the Masri." Gavin said lightly.

"Well, these soldiers can give it to you, but you must promise me that you will consume them as soon as possible."

"Okay, my dear sister."

Lacey hung up the communication weakly, leaning back in her chair, a little listless. She couldn't tell this simple-headed brother that the fear of that person was not in his own strength, but in his ability to control the human heart.

This is a necessary condition for the emperor. Even if she loses to the opponent, the Red Dragon Principality is up and down, who else is his opponent?

She raised her head, and on the three-dimensional tactical map ahead, more and more red dots appeared near Dada Town.

Judging from the current situation, the man has been trapped in the coffin, just waiting for the day of burial. Maybe if you are lucky, you can bury it with her political opponent, that bitch.

The only miracle now is that Aaliyah may only intervene, but the possibility of this is almost zero. Objectively speaking, even for herself, the weight is not heavy enough to make the other party challenge the King's Declaration again.

The King’s Declaration is not as easy as it seems on the surface. Once all the supreme powers unite to deal with one of them, even the world’s second-ranked

Destroying the Legion will also hate Huangquan.

The price may be one or more huge space cracks that are difficult to bridge, but the rules are the rules. Even if the world is destroyed, the King's Declaration will be implemented to the end.

Because there is no such deterrent, the world will be destroyed sooner or later. Since it's all destruction, why not weed out the unruly people first. This is the king's declaration, even if the world is destroyed, one must swear the majesty of the king.

Therefore, the chance of Chen Xing surviving is almost zero.

But don't know why, Lacey's heart is still beating, it seems that something bad is going to happen.

At this moment, somewhere in the undercurrent of time and space, in the dim world where the phosphorous fire floats, huge ships are stacked on top of each other, crowded.

Chen Xing climbed and jumped between the crevices of the sunken ship, looking for his own ship. From time to time, there is a jellyfish exuding a soft light drifting by, the umbrellas are one and one, quiet and leisurely.

"My boat, where are you..."

He was a little disappointed. He found thousands of ships, but none of them resonated.

The sunken aircraft carriers, starships, battleships, destroyers, cruise ships, yachts, fishing boats, even a lone boat, did not have the slightest contact with him.

He stopped, looking for this aimlessly, seemingly endless.

He carefully recalled the knowledge he had learned, recalled what some people had said, and wanted to find clues in it.

Suddenly, he realized that he had been here for a long time.

What has become of the outside world? He was still on the border of Silverclaw, under the eyes of the enemy.

He became nervous.

"I must wake up!"

He concentrated and tried hard to wake himself up. However, the world is only quiet and cold, and his body slowly becomes lighter and faster than before, and he escapes into the endless void.

He was still on the deck of the sunken ship, with unconscious spirits floating by him.

Chen Xing rubbed his face vigorously and realized that he could not return to the clay world on his own. He took out his pocket watch. A faint golden light was flowing, as before, without the slightest special reaction.

"Don't you leave until you find the ship?"

"But where is it?"

"How do I find it?"

"Could it be that I am stuck here like this..."

A huge despair hit, almost crushing his nerves.

Suddenly, a little green light rose up and quickly turned into a raging fire.

The high-pitched phoenix resounded instantly through the gloomy world of shipwrecks, like a light that broke through the darkness, smashing layers of barriers, and reaching the other side of the world.

It hovered over its head twice and flew to the depths of the sunken ship, leaving behind a scattered spark.

"Qingluan leads the way!"

Chen Xing's spirit was shocked, and he chased after Mars.

"He, he, no, master, the master just moved!"

In the lounge of the mine cave of Dada Town, Jianyue Canglian, who was guarding Chen Xing's side, was so excited that she yelled out incoherently. Just now, she saw a momentary change in Chen Xing's expression.

It was very small, but the head maid who put her whole body on her master caught this expression.

Ye Yang Bailiu and Xiang Caidie rushed to the scene immediately and watched Chen Xing for a while, but there was no more movement.

"I saw it just now, the master is about to wake up!"

Ye Yang Bailiu raised his head and looked at the ceiling, the roar of artillery shells kept coming from above, and the floor vibrated slightly.

When the expeditionary force contracted to the town of Dada, the second round of artillery coverage began. It was more violent than before. Thousands of shells fell on the town every minute, and almost every inch of the land was like spring farmland, which was repeatedly rolled over several times.

The buildings still standing are no longer visible in the town. Only the broken tiles buried in the soil can reveal the traces of the houses.

Maybe it's just an illusion?

The battle was urgent, and she and Xiang Caidie quickly returned to the headquarters to command the troops to resist the ravages of artillery fire.