Nearing dawn.
This was the darkest moment, the red fighter plane roared through the sky, and the red ponytail sitting in the cockpit seemed quite calm. She held the joystick in her hand and looked at the black night sky in front of her.
But... it still seems a bit awkward to just hit him like this.
Thinking of this, Red Ponytail reached out, turned on the music switch of the fighter plane, and raised it upwards.
Soon, majestic and powerful music sounded, followed by a female voice in the cockpit accompanied by a fast-paced BGM.
"Just as pear blossoms were in full bloom, and soft gauze floated on the river, Katyusha stood on the steep bank, and her singing was like the bright spring light..."
That's the right thing to do!
Listening to the familiar song, Red Ponytail slapped the joystick hard, then drove the fighter plane forward.
For the soldiers of Albion, they still did not realize that their end had come.
"Those officials are really crazy. They called us out on patrol in the middle of the night... What kind of patrol are they doing?"
A soldier was riding on a flying dragon, trying to open his eyes wide and look at the dark night, while complaining. He was sleeping soundly in bed just now, but he was ruthlessly called out, and it was actually the group of officials above who asked them to go on patrol... What kind of joke was this?
"Okay, stop complaining. Everyone's been pretty nervous lately, right?"
"That's true, but these officials are too neurotic. The Toristin army hasn't arrived yet, right? According to their speed, even if they set out immediately, it will take a week to reach Albion. What's the point of throwing us out now? I tell you, those guys are scared out of their wits!"
"But I heard that Tristin has the help of a god from another world..."
"Humph, how could there be gods from another world? They must be some evil heretic! Tristen must have colluded with some evil being, otherwise, how could our Albion fleet be annihilated by Tristen when it is so powerful?"
"Hey, no matter if it's a demon or a god... even the Albion First Fleet has been defeated. How long do you think we can hold out?"
“…”
Hearing this topic, the other soldier was no longer in the mood to talk. Just as his colleague said, no matter whether Toristin turned to the devil or God for help, their opponents now had very powerful forces. In this case, could Albion still win?
Even the Albion expeditionary force has failed, so what’s the point of relying on these soldiers who stayed behind?
"Um?"
At this moment, the soldier in front raised his head, looked into the sky, and then rubbed his eyes.
"What's that flashing red dot?"
"What red dot?"
Another soldier also looked up, and then he saw a flashing red dot in the sky - it seemed to be moving?
That looks like a star, but are there any red stars? Also, normal stars don't move, do they?
What is that?
Several people rode on the flying dragons, their eyes wide open with curiosity, and some picked up telescopes to observe, but soon they found that the red star was getting closer and closer to them...
No, those are not stars!
“——!!”
Under the pitch-black night, the group saw nothing at all. They only felt a violent airflow suddenly flying over their heads, and then the next moment, the strong wind pressure mixed with the sonic boom directly lifted the soldiers off the dragon, as if an invisible big hand had swung it hard, sweeping up the soldiers and the dragon together like swatting flies, and then blew them away. The poor soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they disappeared into the vast night.
At this moment in the cockpit, Red Ponytail was still nodding her head and listening to the nostalgic song.
"Rise up, great nation, and fight to the death. We must eliminate the anti-human evil forces and the evil bandits! Let the noble anger roll like waves. Carry out the people's war, the sacred war——!"
"We're here! Get ready!"
While humming a song, Red Ponytail pulled up the joystick with force, and the next moment, the fighter plane suddenly rotated and descended, whistling towards the fortress shrouded in the night. Soon, cursors appeared on the screen in front of Red Ponytail. After confirming that all targets were locked, Red Ponytail smiled slightly and then pressed the button.
"All guns fired!"
Hundreds of miniature tracking missiles shot out from behind the fighter planes like flowers scattered from the sky, rushing towards the target in front of them. They fell from the sky with trails of smoke and hit the fortress in front of them.
The next moment, a series of flames suddenly broke out from left to right, forming a beautiful wall of flames that lit up the sky.
"The first wave of attacks is complete, and the next step is to prepare for the Boson Jump!"
Red Ponytail piloted the fighter plane to circle over the fortress, looked at her own performance, and nodded with satisfaction. Then she turned on the autopilot mode, and then stretched out her hands. Soon, the power of time appeared in Red Ponytail's hands again, trembled, and then turned into a small ball of light.
Then Red Ponytail opened the hatch and threw the small ball of light out as if throwing away garbage on the highway.
If this happened on Earth, a penalty point and fine would be inevitable.
The moment the ball of light was thrown out, the small ball of light immediately began to expand, and then turned into a thin line extending into the distance. This process lasted for less than five seconds, and then the air shook, and then a large group of warships appeared behind the fortress!
“We’re here already?!”
Looking at the brightly lit fortress not far away, General Toristin was also very excited. Of course, he had also heard the plan from Red Ponytail - the plan was "I'll go there first, then pull you over, then I'll kill the boss, and then you guys will attack"... Well, although they didn't quite understand half of this sentence, at least they understood the meaning.
Of course, when the general heard the plan, he was somewhat confused. Because if they followed the normal speed, even if they marched quickly, it would take a week to reach Albion. But the general did not ask much, after all, Red Ponytail was a divine messenger, maybe she had some special means to teleport the entire fleet?
To be honest, even the general himself thought this was a joke. Teleportation itself was already an advanced spell, and ordinary mages couldn't learn it, not to mention that there were more than 40,000 people here...
However, what he didn't expect was that just now, he only felt the warship tremble slightly, and then the next moment he saw the fortress burning below!
It is truly a miracle!!
"God bless you, this is the power of God's messenger!"
At this moment, the general couldn't help but shout.
"Everyone, God is on our side, victory belongs to us!!"
“Ohhhhhh!!!”
Hearing the general's shout, the soldiers raised their hands and cheered. Although many of them were boarding a warship for the first time and might have been afraid and uneasy before, now, when they found that they had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers in an instant and arrived in front of the enemy, these soldiers were filled with courage and excitement deep in their hearts.
Tristin is a country protected by God, we will never fail!
"Lower altitude, bombard the fortress, and prepare for a landing!"
The general gave the order fiercely.
"We want Albion to return what we humiliated us!"
【No need to bother】
However, the general's order had just been issued when the voice of Red Ponytail appeared in his mind. Hearing the voice of Red Ponytail, the general was stunned.
"You mean..."
[I have a better idea. After securing the situation here, you only need to leave a squadron behind. The others will continue to follow me and suppress the other fortress. Then we will go directly to the capital of Albion.]
At this point, Red Ponytail smiled slightly.
[Before dawn, we will plant the flag of Tristin on the capital of Albion! ]
"this……"
Hearing the order from Red Ponytail, the general instinctively wanted to say "impossible", but before he could say anything, he suddenly stopped.
Yes, why not?
Although common sense suggests that it is a pipe dream to capture the entire Albion in one night... no, in just a few hours. Even in dreams, no one dares to have such an idea, but is it a common situation now?
No!
They are led by divine messengers and protected by gods!
Under God's protection, they can do anything!
Thinking of this, the general began to tremble with excitement. Throughout the entire continent, there has never been a history of conquering an enemy country in one day. Even if this is with the bonus of the gods and the protection of the gods, it is me who is leading the troops! If I can succeed, then I will make a great contribution to the history of this continent in the future!
And I’m afraid no one will ever be able to break this record!
Such a good opportunity may never come again in the next few hundred years!
"yes!!"
After thinking it through, the general made a decision without hesitation. He was not a fool, so he would not be stupid enough to ask Red Ponytail why he did not directly occupy the royal city. Although it is reasonable to capture the king first, in this case, the so-called king had long been overthrown by the Albion Noble Council itself, and the Noble Council has not yet elected a new ruler. In this case, even if they directly occupied the royal city, it might give other Albion nobles an opportunity to take advantage of it.
But now, if they directly captured the two fortresses in the east and west, it would be equivalent to destroying all of Albion's combat power. In this case, if they continued to suppress the noble council of the royal city, those nobles would not be able to make any noise.
Then, under the leadership of Red Ponytail, Tristin's fleet was unstoppable, and captured the first fortress in the east to the music of "Holy War", and then captured the second fortress in the west to the music of "Moscow Evening". The chief member of the Noble Council had not even had time to wash his face and brush his teeth, and had just finished listening to the battle report - Tristin's fleet had already appeared above the royal city and surrounded them.
"Why, how could this happen?"
The nobles stared at the fleet outside the window in amazement, unable to speak for a moment. They were already surprised enough when they received the report of the fortress being attacked. After all, according to previous intelligence, Tristen's fleet had only set out the day before, so it was impossible for them to reach Albion so soon.
However, facts speak louder than words, although some people suspected that those warships were just phantoms created by the enemy, and some even foolishly ordered a counterattack. But after the fleet's guns destroyed those artillery positions that dared to resist and open fire, the others fell silent.
"Surrender, surrender! Surrender! Surrender now!!"
The Parliament of Nobles did not have the courage of the Crown Prince of Wales to drag others to be buried with him, so they made the decision almost instantly.
However, at this moment...
"No, you cannot surrender."
A figure wrapped in a black robe appeared silently behind the chief councilor of the Noble Council and spoke in a low voice. Upon hearing her voice, the chief councilor trembled.
“But, but…”
"No buts."
A finger pressed against the back of the chief councillor's head, and the next moment, the chief councillor's eyes suddenly became empty.
"This is your last mission."