Black Dragon Code

"If there are any mistakes, don't return any of them."

Leon was issuing an order to the Dawn Legion, threatening: "I repeat, the casters have entered Kehor with the help of spies, and they will build a large teleportation array on the outskirts of Nisdu. After that, I want you to do whatever it takes, Destroy Nice in the shortest possible time."

"If you're in a hurry, why don't you send it directly to the city of Nisdu, but drop it in the suburbs?" a subordinate asked.

Lyon glanced at his subordinate with contemptuous eyes, unwilling to answer. His adjutant explained: "Nice is different from other trading city-states. It is the port of the Northern Fleet and the former anchor of the Blackwing Empire. It is Blackwing who controls the river. The sea is an important means, and its defense is self-evident. We cannot guarantee that the strategy of constructing a teleportation circle will be successful in the capital city of Nice."

"Legion Commander, this action is tantamount to declaring war on the Black Wing Empire." A somewhat prestigious general questioned: "But before that, the emperor didn't seem to have such intentions, and the whole country didn't want to go to war with the north." voice, I have reason to suspect..."

"Do you have reason to suspect that this is my unauthorized decision?"

Leon sat in the center, sipping ginger tea without changing his expression, "It's been so long since you came back from the abyss, everyone's brains should keep up with the times, you all underestimate the capabilities of the Black Wing Empire too much. Barossa, have you heard?" Shapeshifter?"

The general who raised the question before was stunned for a moment, and finally found the relevant information from his long-term memory, nodded: "Generally understand."

"The North has turned these disgusting bugs into an army. Do you know how many doppelgangers have sneaked into our country in disguise over the years?"

Leon looked around, asking himself and answering: "There are countless."

"Once there are rumors of a frontal war in the country, even if there is any news, the north will be alerted quickly. This is why His Majesty let us, who came back from the abyss, be the first to fight."

As he spoke, Leon sighed: "But even here, in the Dawn Legion, we can't guarantee the purity of the Auxiliary Corps and the logistics and distribution troops. Just based on these clues, the North can deduce a lot of information."

"So hurry up." His adjutant said, "As soon as the order is passed down, start action immediately. You must complete the cleanup of Nisdu before dawn tomorrow. The teleportation node and the seaport will be your primary goals after capturing the city."

"Will going to war without comprehensive preparation and mobilization create a huge domestic burden early in the war?" A new puzzle.

"It's not on your mind.

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Leon shook his head, "Emperor Enrithil is also very clear that passive defensive retreat will only make the existing survival resources less and less, and active attack is always the best choice. In this war, the one who successfully established an advantage in the early stage One side can easily maintain the advantage until the end."

"The light of the sun has been shining on Elradia for thousands of years, and it will never go out in the future. Believe in your country, let alone underestimate the determination of His Majesty the Emperor."

He gave a final encouragement: "Get ready to act, this war, we will win."

...

In 1741, the third era of Elradia, in the severe winter, in the south of Nisdu, the "water city", Port No. 1.

The port is located at the southernmost tip of the city-state of Nice. The concrete pier faces the vast inter-river Mediterranean. The largest outlet of Nice has now been turned into a strict military control area, where ships coming from the far north are moored. Black Wing Third Fleet, the late old man stood at the end of the pier, surrounded by many black robes and dragon guards, it can be seen that the status is not low.

The sun in the sky is gradually approaching the sea level, and it seems to be close at hand, but it can't warm the ground. "This place is still as cold as ever." The old man smiled, "It seems that the north is warmer. More livable. Is it, Charlie."

"Teacher, it's getting dark soon, and it's so cold here." Charlie looked worried, "You should go back to rest earlier."

"Don't worry, walk with me." The old man patted his hand, "Sixty years, I have forgotten what it looks like in my memory."

"Is the teacher very pleased?" Charlie asked, "When the stupid and ignorant people in power drove you away, they certainly didn't expect us to come back in this state. If he hadn't died in the Central War, I really want to see The expression on his face at this moment."

"What is there to be comforted about?"

The old man said softly: "I just want to come back and have a look. After all, this is where you grew up and it's also my home."

He is Kelendo Corvette, the designer of the main ships "Grasp of the Empire" and "Breath of the Holy Dragon". He constructed the first generation system of the Northern Fleet by himself, and is now the general manager of the Northland United Dockyard Workshop. He is the veritable founder of the Black Wing Empire's maritime hegemony.

Even Caesar respected the old man very much, and personally awarded him honors in public.

"tutor."

Clendo's words made Charlie's eyes red. He knew that the old man was over one hundred and ten years old and had really entered the end of his life. Even His Highness Odin's wish could no longer prolong the old man's life. He wanted to live longer , can only accept the radiation transformation of Emperor Caesar, and become a distorted existence like the lords of the royal court. This proposal was undoubtedly rejected by Krondo.

He has lived long enough, to go back to Nice to have a look is the last wish of Kelendo's life.

The sun gathers the last ray of light, night falls, and the lights in the distant city are turned off at some point, and the surrounding is quiet, only the sound of waves crashing on the rocks.

The surrounding dragon guards immediately became vigilant, and their almost beast-like intuition made them realize that something was wrong. It was far from late at night, but the city was so quiet that there was no sound, and the noise and hustle and bustle of the past seemed to have gone to another world.

As a loud dragon roar broke the silence, the whole city suddenly rioted, roaring and howling one after another.

"It's the voice of the red dragon Carol." It seemed that a hand suddenly grabbed Charlie's heart, "This is... an enemy attack! Someone rushed to Nice, why didn't you hear the alarm!?"

"My lord, it's not safe here, we must leave quickly." A black-robed soldier stepped forward and said.

"With such a movement, there must be many enemies."

Krondo's old face tightened, "Contact the garrison and city defense first to inquire about the situation. In addition, the Red Dragon Carroll may need support. Charlie, let's go back to the study."

"Teacher, we should board the main ship now. The ship is obviously safer at this time. If there is an enemy, we can launch a counterattack." Charlie said anxiously.

"Go back to the study first."

Krondo could not refuse and said, "The situation is unclear now, we will go back to the study and wait for the news. If the situation is critical, we will not let the information leak out even if it is burned."

At this moment, the dying old man's voice seemed so full of energy and his movements were very quick. He lifted his foot and walked towards his place of residence. Charlie could only grit his teeth to keep up.