My Empire

"Puff..." When he saw the report of the battle on the front line, Chris couldn't hold back and finally sprayed out the boiled water he was swallowing in his mouth.

He was still very concerned about his own image, but unfortunately, the funny effect of this kind of thing is really good, so he really couldn't hold back...

Yes, he sprayed, just adjusted his posture before spraying, and did not spray his saliva on the face of Andrea who was sitting aside.

"What's wrong?" Andrea was very interested. It was the first time she saw Chris laugh so unscrupulously, and even felt a little gaffe.

In her opinion, as a monarch who has been winning, defeating the Magic Empire, and frightening countless forces in the Magic Continent, Chris has no reason to be so overwhelmed by a victory on the front line.

But she soon realized that Chris was not feeling overwhelmed, but simply laughing happily.

So she asked, wanting to know why Chris laughed so happily and gaffefully: "Did something interesting happen on the frontline?"

"The devil actually wants to use the identification friend or foe system we used a year ago to deceive our commander. They imitated a large number of B-17 bombers, and even the paintings are imitating us..." Chris briefly explained. What is the identification friend or foe system, and then briefly explained what happened this time.

"Hahahaha." After the elf queen understood, she shivered with a smile. Her appearance is so beautiful, so the lethality of laughing is even greater.

Chris had seen so many beautiful women before crossing, after all, in that world, beauty can be said to be a kind of proud capital.

But he was still shocked by the beauty in front of him, it was an exotic style he had never touched before, as if it had opened a door in his heart.

The elf queen hasn't laughed like this for a long time. This is the kind of pleasure that crushes the opponent, overlooks the opponent's inferior IQ, and flirts with the enemy who feels good about herself.

It's like a few-year-old naughty boy playing tricks in front of adults, looking for some botched excuses to watch an episode of cartoons, or fake crying and want to eat a candy. Adults often find it interesting and can't help but laugh.

The current demons gave Andrea this feeling, and even the hostile hatred was weakened.

"Can they be stupid anymore?" After Andrea laughed a few times, he saw that Chris looked a little strange in his eyes, so he narrowed his smile and expressed his emotions.

Chris saw her ex-elven queen, who was struggling to search his vocabulary and wanted to find an accurate adjective, and remembered a very accurate word that could not be accurately described in the language of this world to "come".

Only this word can accurately describe what the devil is doing at this moment. Their initial counterattack was sharp and fierce, and once caused Ailan Hill to fall into a passive state.

But now, the follow-up attack on the devil's side can only be described by the word funny.

"With an elite similar to the armored unit, the defense has been torn apart, but there is no qualified follow-up unit to follow up?" Chris flipped through a few pages of the battle report and gave a more pertinent evaluation.

The elite of the demon army, that is, the white robe army, is still very powerful. Chris still doesn't know that this is the demon's waiter force, so Ailan Hill officially calls these counter-attack demons as "white-robed men".

These white-robed men indeed attacked fiercely, and they didn't need to assemble too many troops to cause huge trouble to the defense line of the Ailan Hill Empire. This strategy of advancing elite soldiers caused great headaches for Commanders such as Mideas and Ailan Hill.

However, the demon forces had obvious shortcomings, that is, when these **** waiter forces tore through the gap in the line of defense, the demon's main force could not keep up with the advancing speed of these white-robed men.

The demons did not dare to assemble their troops on the front line in advance, because as long as they were discovered by Ailan Hill's air force in advance, they would suffer a devastating blow.

Therefore, they are even more desolate than the Germans in World War II, and they can only gather a small number of troops 200 kilometers or even 400 kilometers away.

In fact, the demons did the same. They secretly assembled some special units of the demon world in some forests and mountains more than 200 kilometers away. Now these demon high-mobility units are the closest to the front of Ailan Hill. The demon reinforcements.

For example, now the remaining demon dragon troops, the bat troops and other air force troops, are looking for ways to reinforce the white-robed **** waiter who is struggling on the ground.

There are also some high-level demons with fleshy wings, who are also rushing into the war zone and their air units of demons in the chaos, becoming the most promising demon units to join the attacking human sequence.

At the same time, the devil's cavalry troops are desperately approaching the battle zone. It's just that although their number is huge, they are too far away from the war zone.

"So, preventing these white-robed men from attacking... is actually only part of Ailan Hill's counterattack plan?" Andrea asked.

"Yes, part of Airenhill's air force is searching the demon occupied area, they will find the main demon force that is desperately close to our line of defense..." Chris confidently said to Andrea: "There can be about 100,000 people. And it’s a carefully selected big fish."

Andrea looked at the cheerful Chris, envious of his self-confident temperament, and didn't want this man to be too proud, so she couldn't help but ask, "So sure?"

"Of course, if I were the commander of the devil and only invested in troops like the white-robed man, it would obviously be a loss-making decision. If you want to maximize the advantages of the white-robed man, you must organize a second attack." Reese explained.

He doesn't mind showing his strong side, especially in front of a peerless beauty like Andrea. Male animals have this habit. This is a certain gene that has been inherited from evolution and cannot be determined by personality.

"So...?" Andrea continued to ask.

"So... the General Staff decided that while we were encircling these white-robed men, we would organize a large-scale counterattack, find the main mobile force of the devil, and encircle it!" Chris made an enveloping gesture, and finally patted his hands on Together, it was as if he had squeezed his opponent to death: "In this way, the next time the demon invests in his own troops, he has to think more about whether he can bear the same loss." —

The second one will be served tomorrow morning. Don’t stay up late and wait.