Even Lin Xiang himself didn't know when he nodded gently.

Is this a subconscious action? Or is it a manifestation of inner instinctive intention? I am afraid that even he himself cannot explain it clearly.

The atmosphere at the venue suddenly became warmer.

"Since the attack plan has been approved by His Majesty, then, I would like to ask more... What should I do if Rafael City in the north? It has been hanging there for more than twelve years. In order to do its best to weaken the city, we have cleared out most of its defensive forces outside. Villages, peripheral towers, machinery manufacturing plants, and farms." According to the information exchanged by the "Redifier" group, the indoor planting industry in Rafael City can only feed at most 20,000 people. In other words, the small skeletons have been out of food for a full twelve years."

Wang Biao's words caused a small stir among the participants. However, no one thought that the legion commander, who was over three meters tall and like a fierce giant in the legend, was deliberately joking. In fact, while considering Yang Hua's attack plan, the existence of Rafael City was a thorn nailed to the back of the empire at any time.

The siege of Rafael began as early as the full conquest of the north twelve years ago.

Initially, the "Holy Blood Angel" legion was just a tentative attack on the periphery of the city, from occupying the airport to eradicating crop farming areas, from clearing the village to destroying roads, and until blocking the connection between the city and the east port, completely occupying the dock and seizing six 10,000-ton transport ships." "." The empire did not launch a frontal attack on Rafael City. It was just like a kitten that had just been born, and it was not clear about the opponent's strength. It could only surround the captured rat, poking out its claws from time to time, drawing blood marks on the opponent's body, being unprecedentedly vigilant, and preparing to launch a fatal blow at any time.

Siege is a war plan that Lin Xiang had set twelve years ago.

Captain Sok has become a frequent visitor to the imperial capital. According to his statement, the core interests of a "Redifier" group are basically distributed along the western coast of the American continent. For Asia and Europe, the "Redifier" has no intention of getting involved. Therefore, the cooperative relationship between the two parties is still mainly to jointly deal with the Skeleton Knights. During the twelve years, the "Redifier" has urged the Empire to launch an attack on Rafael City countless times, but Lin Xiang has always expressed fear and shrinking about this. Of course, this is just on the surface to deceive the other party's disguise.

There is no definite information to indicate the connection between the "Redener" and the Skeleton Knights. The boundary between land and the ocean makes this mutual penetration extremely difficult. Although there is enough shipbuilding industry, it is impossible for the Empire to send troops to expedition to the US state without exploring the actual amount of the other party, let alone launching a full-scale attack on the Knights.

More importantly, Lin Xiang needs time.

The research results of Rand Walker and Liu Yuchen show that...the blood from his body is the most suitable enhancement agent for transforming the human body. However, this special medium similar to the flesh of Tang Monk in ancient novels disappeared completely after Lin Xiang himself evolved into a parasitic general.

He no longer has the ability to transform like he used to be. After taking the pure blood in his body, the only result was that the cellular structure disorder caused death on the spot. No one could explain why this strange and strange change occurred. But one thing is certain -... Lin Xiang is gradually becoming stronger. This comes from his own power, not as before, he must use the blood fusion of powerful foreign individuals.

Perhaps, in the future, fifty years, one hundred years, thousands of years."." Lin Xiang's physical characteristics will undergo new changes, and pure blood transformation can be accepted by others. Or, he will be stronger than ever." "No one can predict the future, and he can only make vague expectations according to his different thinking and viewpoints. However, as a king, a leader, a god who has been artificially shaped as an idol. Power or reproduction is actually capital that is enough to convince people and possess absolute power. In contrast, the former is actually far more deterrent than the latter.

Lin Xiang needs time and needs to be patient to wait for those who have received their own blood transformation, and in enough time, they will naturally evolve into powerful parasitics.

The situation is indeed evolving slowly and orderly according to his plan... Wang Biao, Yang Hua, Zhou Hao, Locke.

.”...In addition to these outstanding legion commanders, there are also sixteen school-level officers of different classes who broke through obstacles and were promoted to parasitic generals.

Rand Walker and Liu Yuchen have confirmed... In Lin Xiang's body, there must be some mysterious substance that has not been discovered yet, or should be said to be hidden in the nucleus of white blood cells. Maybe it is a virus, or it may not, but it is equivalent to a catalyst for stable effects for other ordinary individuals who have undergone blood transformation. This is not a speculation made simply by relying on paper numbers, but rather the collection of more than 13,000 naturally occurring evolved people, as well as more than 2,600 experimental individuals captured from the Skeleton Knights, the Joint Doctors Association, and the Cultivate and the Red Sè Republic Army. Through a full twelve-year proportional observation, the most detailed information recorded in different environments.

Conclusion... Only human individuals who have received Lin Xiang's blood transformation have a much faster evolution speed than ordinary psychics. Moreover, this criterion for judging time and before and after nuclear war as a watershed, divides the blood left by Lin Xiang in different periods into two components: strong and weak.

The strength of the empire requires accumulation. This is no longer just the accumulation of numbers in terms of population, weapons, and total military volume. The focus of judging whether the power group is strong in the wasteland world must be largely focused on the number of individuals of advanced evolutionary people. Lin Xiang has been slow to launch a full-scale attack on Rafael City, and the reason is ".". ".

Conquering the south and north of the continent is a plan that is constantly improving during the war. In fact, the attack of the Northern Legion stopped fifty kilometers away from the actual control line of the Red Republican Army. There was no agreement between Lin Xiang and Fang Yujie, but they knew very well between each other—it took time for both the imperial emperor and the underground female leader of the Republican Army.

As for the church. "." Twelve years passed, Murphy Kelestem also repeated the trip between the imperial capital and the holy city of Jelualem. Lin Xiang only promised to sign a 365-day peace agreement each time. As the number of contracts changed, Kelestem's superficial respect and humility became even more serious. The cardinal robe he wore also began to become the cardinal archbishop with the first power ranking under the pope.

Everyone is changing.

Time cannot be exclusively favorable to a certain person. Waiting patiently is not just to accumulate strength, but Lin Xiang also needs the most suitable opportunity for him to take action.

He stretched out his body and slowly closed the combat plan placed in front of him. He glanced at the audience with a majestic and gentle look, and nodded with a smile, saying, "This is a very perfect plan. Of course, some places need to make more detailed supplements. I only have one requirement -... The force occupied by the attacking troops must not exceed 30% of the total number of the Imperial Army."

.”.”.”

The sky in Rafael seems to be clearer than usual.

However, the light cannot penetrate the dark corners of the house, and it is even more impossible to shine into the depths of the completely closed heart.

Standing on the third floor of the main office building, the door of the room with the metal nameplate of the "City Lord Room" hanging, Brenzoll took a deep breath, put his feet together, clamped his leather briefcase to the left arm, and his right hand quickly tidied up the slightly wrinkled Skeleton Knights uniform.

As a skeleton knight who indicated the age of twenty-nine in archives, Brenzoll should be considered one of the experienced officers who are lingering on the edge of a young man. He is 1.82 meters tall, among the many people with the title of "knight". He is very handsome, and has a long light gray hair that is as beautiful as cream. Because he is smiling at any time, people always feel that there is a warm sunshine coming to his face. But this does not mean that Brenzoll is the kind of waste who can only rely on his face and butt to take power under the protection of a big man and suck his genitals.

He is very strong and has muscles as hard as steel. He constantly releases a parasitic aura of up to six stars from his body, reminding everyone close to Brenzole to not be contemptuous of him at any time. However, he did not regard this powerful force as a bargaining chip to increase his own interests, and still maintained closeness and peace. Naturally, driven by fear and instinctive respect, Brenzole always has much more friends around him than his opponents. Even those strangers who deal with him for the first time will always be infected by the gentle sunshine smile, thus ignoring the powerful force that is enough to pose a fatal threat to himself.

Placing the military appearance is a detail that Brenzoll must pay attention to at any time. When he raised his head and quickly stroked his fingers over the top of his collar, he couldn't help but remember that he walked past the hall downstairs a few minutes ago. The young and beautiful female lieutenant sitting behind the reception counter at the front desk, with a slightly worried but full of anticipation.

Every day, many people look at themselves with such eyes. There are women and men. The former wants to actively contribute their bodies and provide cylindrical genitals to accompany them to spend a good night together. The latter wants to take off their kuba and insert them from behind. "."" time is also one night.

Thinking of this, Brenzole couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He tinged hard, lowered his head, and quickly glanced at his body for any untied flaws. Then he calmed down, raised his right hand, knocked on the wooden door with force but rhythmic rhythm.

"Come in"

Behind the door, a strong male voice full of majesty came.

When I walked into the room, the first thing that caught my eye was an old man who was tall, gray-haired, strong and full of strength, about sixty years old, sitting upright behind the desk, carefully reviewing the documents.

He wore a skull pattern made of gold on his shoulders. There was also an elite shiny cross star on both sides of the left and right. Except for Lieutenant General Recheson, no one in Rafael could have such a slap.

As he approached the desk, Brenzoll immediately felt an extremely powerful shock. It was the aura of nine-star parasitics that he could not resist at all. Forcibly suppressing the instinctive fear deep in his heart, Brenzoll swallowed hard, gritted his teeth, took out a document from the briefcase sandwiched in his arms, and handed it to the general respectfully.

Lei Chesenfei glanced at the title at the top of the page. His originally plain and gentle forehead slowly wrinkled up layers of dry and dark skin.

"Why do you need to add more food? If I remember correctly, just last month, to be precise, it should be twenty-five days ago, East 11 just received the allocation of six tons of potatoes. It has only been a few days since I finished eating all of them?"

Brensol patiently explained: "According to Major General Sussman's order, all residents of the South District moved to the North District two weeks ago. The number of those people exceeded tens of thousands, and the food rations originally allocated to the East District naturally could not meet their requirements."

"Major General Sussman?"

Raycheson raised his head and frowned, "He did tell me the issue of relocating the residents' locations. However, he should hand over the food resources originally allocated to the southern district and the residents to the garrison officers in the eastern part of the city. He didn't want anyone, but left food." "What is he doing?"

Brensol opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but eventually fell into silence.

This rapid and subtle movement was not hidden from Lieutenant General Recheson's eyes. He stared at Brenzole seriously, and his dark brown pupils made Brenzole panic. After nearly three minutes, the general said coldly: "Tell me, why is this?"

The expression on Brenzoll's face was very entangled, obviously struggling repeatedly in two distinct thinking. After a long time, he flew around with a very small movement, and after confirming that there was no third person around, he lowered his head halfway and said in a hurry and low tone: "Many people are worried about the specific distribution limit for the food rationing in the next few months. Not only the East and South Districts, I believe you will soon receive the rationing application from other defensive zone commanders. We have been besieged for a full twelve years. We are not unwilling to believe in your leadership ability, nor are we doubting the attitude of the US headquarters. However, you should understand."

"We are all scared and scared."

Lieutenant General Racheson was silent and spoke without saying a word.

The situation has evolved into the current situation, which has far exceeded the various situations that have been expected. No one expected that a city group that once rose in the wilderness would develop into a huge empire across the states in just a few years. The armed forces set up in Asia in the Skeleton Knights could not be suppressed at all. They had an unimaginable number of elite parasitic troops. Since the first combat contact twelve years ago, Rafael City has been suppressed at a disadvantage. Whether it is a small-scale temptation attack or a revenge against the xing attack by gathering a large number of troops, they will be completely shattered by the powerful forces that have an absolute advantage on the other side.

As for the last battle report last month, Lieutenant General Reachesen lost a total of 68 skeleton knights of different levels. Among them, there are lieutenants with two or three parasitic constitutions, majors from four to seven levels, lieutenant colonels, colonels, and even five generals with eight and nine star strength. As for the soldiers, "." If the total number of losses in previous battles in the twelve years is added, the number of deaths in the battle has reached more than 218,000.

Rafael City is a city named after the angels of the Skeleton Knights. It has a complete set of biological manufacturing facilities, soldiers and weapons and equipment that can be supplemented in a short period of time. Not to mention only 200,000, even if the number of dead soldiers exceeds 500,000 or more, it will not have any negative impact on the city itself.

However, Lieutenant General Recheson could not accept the deaths of up to sixty-eight parasites.

Except for the very few natural evolutionary psychics recruited from wilderness settlements, most of the parasites killed in battle are skeleton knights who survived from the old era. They are the backbone of Rafael City and the key to controlling the direction of the battlefield. According to normal procedures, all knights who died in battle must report to the American headquarters as soon as possible. The United States will also allocate or supplement the lost personnel according to the circumstances.

However, since the first telegram was sent twelve years ago, the responses received will always be on paper, and the cold and ruthless "Please deal with it at your own discretion."

Now, together with Lieutenant General Recheson, there are only eleven parasites left in Rafael City.

He did not understand the specific attack plan of the Empire. Those who rose from the wilderness attacked farms and manufacturing plants set up outside the city like rotten wolf, and even the airports and docks were all captured. Rafael City has not received material assistance from the United States for ten years in a row. There was no new officer commission, nor any technical support. They seemed to have forgotten the city, the other end of the earth, and a huge stronghold that was once built by themselves.

This is not consistent with common sense and should not be.
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