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Hearing the sound of a charge coming from almost within reach, the entire night sounded out. The principal of the Third Russian Equipment Corps, the Eighth Regiment, rushed out of the lounge as fast as he could, almost knocking over a staff officer who was in a hurry to report his work.    

The staff officer's body staggered and he caught it in time. He then raised his hand and saluted as he reported loudly, "Reporting to the sir, that is the horn of the law enforcement team of the Divine Dynasty! We have made a quick response to the battle at all times! "But at the moment, it is impossible to know how many troops the enemy has joined in the battle that is likely to start …"    

"Charge, is this the charge of the Army of the Holy Empire?"    

Without waiting for the staff officer to finish his report, Muhammad pushed past him and ran as fast as he could into the camp's operations room.    

Inside the combat room, the lights were already on. More than a dozen of his staff officers, whose clothes were disheveled, held onto their telephones and frantically called out to someone, "Hello, hello. I am the 8th Regiment of the 3rd Russian Style Equipment. Excuse me!"    

Looking at this messy scene, Muhammad suddenly felt his legs go weak and his face turn pale.    

As the leader of the border guards, he knew what had happened in the prehistoric forest of Handler, thirty kilometers away. He also knew that there were signs of reinforcements from the Holy Empire a few days ago.    

However, Top Leadership did not send him a message that he was ready to fight at any time. He pretended not to know and only gave a few orders to his subordinates to be careful in the next few days.    

After all, since the founding of the Divine Dynasty, there had been almost no large-scale conflicts between the two sides.    

Muhammad could not think of any reason why the Dynasty should start a war unilaterally.    

This is a peaceful world, isn't it?    

The Holy Dynasty over there is a state of etiquette, right?    

How could the defending, peace-loving dynasty provoke a war without warning?    

Don't forget, behind the grasslands stood the second strongest military nation in the world, Russian Britain!    

In the past, whenever Muhammad thought of powerful Russian Britain and looked at the assembling of Russian equipment, he would feel a sense of pride.    

More than once, he had even imagined pulling out his troops to fight with the increasingly powerful neighbor in the south!    

However, when the sound of a charge resounded throughout the mountains, Muhammad finally knew how childish his previous pride and thoughts were!    

Until now, he hadn't even seen a criminal. As soon as he heard the loud and shrill sound of a charge, his legs began to weaken and he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. He grabbed the collar of one of the staff officers and hysterically shouted, "Call Commander Ullapell right now!"    

Commander Urappel was the commander in chief of the southern military region of the prairie. He had thirty thousand troops under his command and was known as the ace of the prairie empire.    

Before the staff officer could answer, a staff officer stumbled in and shouted with a panicked expression, "Aircraft, aircraft, overwhelming fleet of Godly Empire fighter jets!"    

"A group of fighter jets!?"    

He pushed aside the staff officer and ran out of the combat room. Just as he was about to climb up a nearby car and look to the south, he saw that in the distance, two lines of fire suddenly lit up in the night sky. Then, a huge fireball rose up from the ground.    

With the help of the huge fireball, Muhammad watched in despair as at least a dozen of the Shinto fighters formed a long line in the sky. From east to west, the fighters swooped down from above and then soared into the sky, creating a big fireball on the ground.    

At this moment, the sound of a charge had already been drowned out by the hum of the aircraft. However, the fear that had nearly suffocated Muhammad and all the other criminal law holders had increased!    

They saw dozens of fighters swooping down, then back again, still in neat columns, diving again.    

But this time, all the fighters didn't fire air-to-ground rockets. Instead, they activated the more intimidating airborne heavy machine guns.    

What kind of scene was this? Muhammad swore that even until the day of his death, he would never forget the shocking scene of dozens of fighter jets firing on the ground at the same time.    

This scene was like the computer game his son was playing. It made him feel even more nervous and terrified!    

He had no doubt that if those fighter jets were to rush over and bombard the land of the Holy Empire like crazy, he would not even be left with a few hundred people if he were to dive down.    

As the last fighter jet rose into the air, its terrifying sound became more and more distant. However, the loud and clear sound of a charge could be faintly heard.    

When the charge had first sounded, Muhammad and his hundreds of men had hated the sound of it.    

However, when the terrifying fighter jets suddenly appeared and quickly disappeared, they felt that the horn was very melodious. Compared to the rumbling of the fighter jets, it could be said to be a heavenly music.    

Unfortunately, the music they were listening to didn't last long. It was like the buzzing of flies in a warm room filled with rotting corpses in the middle of the night.    

At least a hundred black helicopter gunships were lined up in a straight line, following the path the fighters had flown. They buzzed across the area, but they rained down a trajectory that was even more concentrated than a torrential downpour.    

Mohango and the rest were completely dumbfounded. They had completely forgotten where they were and what position they were in. They were like guests at a banquet, enjoying the scene of incomparable luxury.    

The helicopter had yet to fly through the sky, but it was as if the night had suddenly lit up. Hundreds of bright lights tore through the night sky, and countless Battle Tanks of the Godly Dynasty's 99 style climbed up onto the ground like locusts.    

The bugle became louder and louder. The tank moved slowly, and in a flash of flame, huge fireballs appeared from far away in the south …    

"Report, Commander Urapel is calling!"    

Just as the muscles in Muhammad's gaping mouth tensed, a combat staff officer rushed to his side, yelling reports at the top of his lungs.    

As if he had just awoken from a dream, Muhango turned around and rushed into the combat room as fast as he could. He grabbed the phone handed over by his staff officer and shouted, "I am Muhango from the eighth regiment!"    

Commander Urappel's voice carried obvious anger, but mostly fear and helplessness. "The law enforcement are currently conducting a border field exercise, don't panic. If it's the best time to defend, you can pull your team thirty kilometers to the west."    

"Exercise?" So this is just an exercise!? "    

When Muhammad shouted these words, he felt something in his stomach drop, and all the nerves in his body relaxed. A sense of exhaustion caused him to exude something called shame: I am a descendant of the Great Khan, I am a gyrfalcon soaring on the prairie, I am a valiant warrior of ice and snow who does not fear death! How … How can I be afraid of those paper tigers?    

Commander Urappel did not answer Muhammad, but simply hung up the phone.    

Hearing the busy beeping sound coming from the other side of the phone, Muhammad squatted down on a chair and waved to the staff officers who were surrounding them. He said with his head lowered, "Don't worry, this is just an unannounced exercise."    

"So it was just an exercise. I thought …"    

All of the staff officers heaved a sigh of relief. One of them suddenly asked, "Is the Divine Law Enforcement Unit's sudden exercise related to Handler Forest?"    

"Don't worry about that, we'll leave now!"    

Muhammad looked up, his eyes shining with disgust.    

As a Colonel Muhammad who was satisfied with his position and everything he owned, he was deeply disgusted with the dregs of his own country.    

Although an effective fight had already started a few days ago, and they had already received the order to 'ignore' the rules and enjoy the fight, but tonight, the Divine Dynasty's sudden practice on the ground made everyone understand something, which made them feel like they were the fish in the water.    

A hundred kilometers away from Uriah Terrace, there was a small town called Mengal.    

Legend has it that even in the history of the world, Big Sweat had an influential influence. His mausoleum was hidden deep under this little town that looked more like the Jiang-Nan city of the ancient dynasty.    

Of course, this was just a local legend.    

In fact, there were many places where the Dahan Mausoleum was said to be, but no one could prove it.    

In a warm, brightly lit room, an old man in a Chinese tunic, who emitted a sense of majesty even when sitting there, was staring at Living Buddha Kayang.    

Living Buddha Kayang, who was wearing a red monastic robe, put down the phone that was not suitable for him and said with a smile: "I just received news that your side had suddenly held a military exercise without any warning at the border of 40 kilometers away from Handler Forest. The drills are indeed powerful, it is worthy of being known as the Dahan Empire that is steadily rising. "    

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, and he said in a low and clear voice, "To borrow the words of the founder of the dynasty there, all of this is just paper tigers, and is nothing to worry about. I still don't believe that they dared to start a war between two nations for the sake of a few fish that slipped through the net. "    

Living Buddha Kayang's longevity eyebrows drooped slightly, and he said lightly, "Of course they wouldn't dare, they just used this kind of method to intimidate our boss, warning him not to sit too sloppily, and also to cover a few people going to the Handler Forest to die."    

The old man frowned. "Do you think that those people are here to throw away their lives?"    

Living Buddha Kayang smiled lightly and asked, "Do you think those people can save those fish that escaped the net under the noses of my thousands of supporters?"    

The old man did not answer immediately, but pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "I have a feeling that the people who came to rescue me this time aren't simple. Even if you have over a thousand people, you might not even be able to trap them. "    

Living Buddha Kayang didn't argue with the old man, but nodded in agreement: "Yeah, maybe you're right. Unfortunately, they still had too few people. In order to cover up the fact that he is being courteous, even if they know that we are here, they would not dare to send more people here. "    

The old man's expression loosened and he agreed, "Mm, you're right. After all, if they send one more person, it will expose their identity. "If that's the case, they will be in the midst of unfavorable international public opinion. Sigh, I truly pity for those people. They truly have great skills and died here without knowing the reason. Even after death, they will not be able to recover their status."    

Living Buddha Kayang raised his horse milk cup and was about to take a sip when he suddenly asked, "What if the one who came wasn't Special Agent of the Dynasty?"