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

    Is this a subconscious action?  Or is it an expression of inner instinctive will?  He was afraid that even he himself couldn't explain clearly.

    The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became lively.

    "Now that the attack plan has been approved by His Majesty, I would like to ask one more question What about Rafael City in the north? It has been hanging there alone for more than twelve years. In order to do our best to weaken this city, we  Most of the defensive forces on its periphery have been eliminated. Villages, peripheral towers, machine manufacturing plants, and farms."  "According to the information exchanged by the Redeemer Group, the indoor farming industry in Rafael City can only support 20,000 people at most. In other words, those little skeletons have been without food for twelve years."

    Wang Biao¡¯s words caused a moderate commotion among the participants.  However, no one thought that the legion commander, who was over three meters tall and looked like a ferocious giant in legend, was joking on purpose.  In fact, while considering Yang Hua's attack plan, the existence of Rafael City is a thorn in the back of the empire at any time.

    The siege of Rafael City had already begun when the north was fully conquered twelve years ago.

    ??At first, it was just a probing attack by the "Holy Blood Angels" Legion on the outskirts of the city, from occupying the airport to eradicating crop cultivation areas, from cleaning up villages to destroying roads, until blocking the city and the eastern port.  Through the connection between the two, they completely occupied the dock and captured six 10,000-ton transport ships.  "." The empire did not launch a frontal attack on Rafael City.  Just like a newly born kitten, it still doesn't know the strength of its opponent, so it can only gather around the captured mouse. From time to time, it stretches out its claws and draws blood marks on the opponent's body. It is more vigilant than ever and is ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.  hit.

    Siege, this is the war plan that Lin Xiang made twelve years ago.

    Captain Suoke has become a frequent visitor to the Imperial Capital.  According to him, the core interests of the "Redeemer" group are basically distributed along the western coast of the American continent.  As for Asia and Europe, the "Redeemer" has no intention of getting involved for the time being.  Therefore, the cooperative relationship between the two parties is still based on jointly dealing with the Skeleton Knights.  In the past twelve years, the "Redeemer" has urged the Empire to launch an attack on Rafael City countless times, but Lin Xiang has always expressed fear and shrinkage.  Of course, this is just a disguise used to deceive the other party.

    There is no definite information indicating the connection between the "Redeemer" and the Skeleton Knights.  The boundary between land and sea makes this interpenetration extremely difficult.  Although it has a sufficient shipbuilding industry, it is impossible for the empire to send troops to the United States without knowing the actual size of the opponent, let alone launch a full-scale attack on the Knights.

    More importantly, Lin Xiang needs time.

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

    He no longer has the god-like ability to transform as he did in the past.  After a natural person or a clone takes the pure blood in his body, the only result is that the cell structure is disordered and he dies on the spot.  No one can explain why this strange and weird change occurs.  But one thing is certain - Lin Xiang is gradually becoming stronger.  This comes from his own power, rather than having to rely on the blood fusion of powerful external individuals like before.

    Maybe, in the next fifty years, a hundred years, or a thousand years.  "." Lin Xiang's physical characteristics will undergo new changes, and the pure blood transformation will be accepted by others.  Or, he will be stronger than ever.  "." No one can predict what will happen in the future, and can only make vague expectations based on their different thinking and viewpoints.  However, as a king, a leader, and a god who was artificially created as an idol.  Strength or reproduction are actually capital enough to convince people and control absolute power.  In contrast, the former is actually far more deterrent than the latter.

    Lin Xiang needs time and patience to wait for those who have been transformed by his own blood to naturally evolve into powerful parasitic generals in enough time.

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

    " In addition to these outstanding corps commanders, there are also sixteen school-level officers of different ranks who broke through obstacles in one fell swoop and were promoted to become parasitic generals.

    Randwalk and Liu Yuchen have determined that there must be some mysterious substance that has not yet been discovered, or should be said to be hidden in the nuclei of white blood cells, inside Lin Xiang's body.  Maybe it's a virus, maybe it's not, but it'sFor other ordinary individuals who have undergone blood modification, it is equivalent to a catalyst with stable effects.  This is not a conjecture based solely on paper numbers, but a collection of more than 13,000 naturally occurring evolved humans, as well as more than 2,600 individuals captured from the Skeleton Knights, the United Doctors Association, as well as the Holy See and  The experimental individuals provided by the Red Republic Army have recorded the most detailed information in different environments through twelve years of matching observations.

    Conclusion Only human individuals who have been transformed by Lin Xiang's blood can evolve much faster than ordinary superpowers.  Moreover, this kind of judgment standard based on the length of time, and the before and after the nuclear war as the watershed, divided the blood left by Lin Xiang at different periods into two components: strong and weak.

    The strength of the empire needs to be accumulated.  This is no longer just the accumulation of numbers in terms of population, weapons, and military forces. In the wasteland world, the key to judging whether a power group is strong or not must focus to a large extent on the number of individuals of high-level evolved people.  Lin Xiang has been slow to launch a full-scale attack on Rafael City. The reason is.  "." That's it.

    Conquering the south and north of the continent is a plan that was continuously improved during the war.  In fact, the Northern Army's attack spearhead stopped fifty kilometers away from the actual line of control of the Red Republican Army.  Lin Xiang and Fang Yujie did not sign any agreement, but they knew each other very well that both the emperor and the underground female leader of the Republican Army needed time.

    As for the church.  "." Twelve years have passed, Murphy.  Kelestem also traveled back and forth between the imperial capital and the holy city of Jerusalem twelve times.  Lin Xiang only promised to sign a peace agreement for three hundred and sixty-five days each time. As the number of contract changes increased, the respect and humility that Kelestrum showed on the surface became more and more serious, and  The cardinal robe he wore also became the cardinal archbishop with the highest rank of authority under the pope four years ago.

    Everyone is changing.

    Time cannot give special favor to one person. Waiting patiently is not only to accumulate strength, Lin Xiang also needs an opportunity that is most suitable for him to take action.

    He stretched his body and slowly closed the battle plan in front of him.  He scanned the whole place with majestic and gentle eyes, smiled and nodded lightly, and said: "This is a very complete plan. Of course, some places need to be added in more detail. I only have one request   ¡­The strength occupied by the attacking force must not exceed 30% of the total imperial army.¡±.

    "."

    The sky in Rafael City seems to be clearer than usual.

    However, the light cannot penetrate the dark corners of the house, let alone the depths of the completely closed mind.

    Standing on the third floor of the main office building, where the metal nameplate "City Lord's Room" hangs on the door of the room, Brenthal took a deep breath, put his feet together, put the leather briefcase in the crook of his left arm, and held it in his right hand.  Quickly straightening the slightly wrinkled Skeleton Knights officer uniform.

    As a skeleton knight whose age is stated on the file as twenty-nine years old, Brunsall should be considered one of the experienced officers hovering on the edge of youth.  With a height of 1.82 meters, he can only be considered average among the many people with the title of "Knight".  He is very handsome, and has long, creamy light gray hair that is tied around his head with a black ribbon.  Because you are smiling at any time, you always feel as if there is warm sunshine hitting your face.  But this does not mean that Brenthall is the kind of loser who can only rely on his face and butt to gain power, and under the protection of a certain big shot, he can only hold power by sucking his genitals.

    He is very strong, with muscles as hard as steel.  Six levels of parasitic aura are continuously released from the inside of the body, reminding everyone who is close to Brunsall that they cannot despise him.  However, he did not use this powerful power as a bargaining chip to increase his own interests, and still maintained closeness and peace.  Naturally, driven by fear and instinctive respect, Brentall always surrounded himself with many more friends than opponents.  Even strangers who interact with him for the first time are always infected by that gentle smile like sunshine, thus ignoring the power that is powerful enough to pose a fatal threat to themselves.

    Organizing the military appearance is a detail that Brenthall must pay attention to at all times.  When he raised his head and quickly touched the button on the top of his collar with his fingers, he couldn't help but think of the young and beautiful female second lieutenant who was walking through the hall downstairs a few minutes ago and who was sitting behind the reception counter. She looked slightly sad, but also  Eyes full of expectation.

    Every day, many people look at me with eyes like this.  There are women and there are men.  The former wants to actively contribute their body and let themselves provide cylindrical genitals to accompany them to spend the night together.  The latter hoped that they would take off their knickers and have them insert them from behind.  "." The time is also a night.

      Thinking of this, Brunsall couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly.  He thrust his chest hard, lowered his head, and quickly scanned his body for the last time to see if there were any flaws that had not been sorted out.  Then he calmed down, raised his right hand, and knocked on the wooden door forcefully but without losing rhythm.

    "Come in"

    From behind the door, a rich and majestic male voice came.

    When you walk into the room, the first thing you see is a tall, gray-haired, strong and powerful old man, about sixty years old, sitting behind his desk, carefully reviewing documents.

    He wears a gold skull on his shoulder.  On the left and right sides, there is also an elite shining cross star.  Except for Lieutenant General Rechison, no one in Rafael could have such epaulettes.

    Approaching the desk, Brunsall immediately felt a powerful and intimidating force.  It was the aura of the nine-star parasitic warrior that emanated from the general, and he couldn't compete with it.  Forcibly suppressing the instinctive fear deep in his heart, Brentall swallowed hard, gritted his teeth, took out a document from the briefcase in his arm, and handed it to the general respectfully.

    Reichsen glanced at the title at the top of the page.  The originally plain and gentle forehead slowly wrinkled with layers of dry and dull skin.

    "Why do we need to allocate more food? If I remember correctly, just last month, to be exact, it should be twenty-five days ago, East District 11 just received an allocation of six tons of potatoes. This has just passed  How many days have passed and you¡¯ve finished eating them all?¡±

    Brenthall explained patiently: "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 unable to meet their requirements.¡±

    "Major General Sussman?"

    Rechison raised his head and frowned: "He did talk to me about the issue of relocating the residents. However, he should transfer the food resources originally allocated to the South District, along with the residents, to the garrison officer in the east of the city. Don't  People, but food is left behind.¡±  "What on earth is he doing?"

    Brentall opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak.  But in the end he fell silent.

    This quick and subtle movement did not escape Lieutenant General Rechison's eyes at all.  He stared at Brentsol seriously, his dark brown pupils making Brentsol panic for a while.  After nearly three minutes, the general said coldly: "Tell me, why is this?"

    The expression on Brensol's face was very tangled, and he was obviously struggling repeatedly between two completely different thoughts.  After a long time, he turned around with very small movements, and after confirming that there was no third person around, he half lowered his head and said in a quick and low tone: "Many people are worried about what will happen in the next few months."  The specific distribution quota of food rations. Not only the Eastern District and the Southern District, I believe that you will soon receive ration applications from other defense zone commanders. We have been besieged for twelve full years, and it is not that we don¡¯t believe it.  Your leadership ability does not question the attitude of the American headquarters. However, you should understand.".

    "We are all scared and frightened."

    Lieutenant General Rechison Lan remained silent and did not speak.

    The situation has evolved into the current situation, which has far exceeded the various situations that were once expected. No one expected that what was once just a city group rising in the wilderness would actually develop into a huge empire across the state in just a few years.  .  The armed forces set up by the Skeleton Knights in Asia cannot be suppressed at all. They have an unimaginable number of parasitic elite troops.  Since the first combat contact twelve years ago, Rafael City has been at a disadvantage.  Whether it is a small-scale probing attack or a retaliatory counter-offensive that gathers a large number of troops, it will be completely crushed by the opponent's overwhelming power.

    As of the last battle report last month, Lieutenant General Rechison had lost a total of 68 skeleton knights of different levels.  Among them, there are lieutenants with second- and third-level parasite physiques, majors, lieutenant colonels, and colonels from fourth to seventh levels, and even five eight- and nine-star generals.  As for the soldiers.  "." If the total number of battle losses in the past twelve years is added up, the number of casualties has reached more than 218,000.

    Raphael City is a city named after an angel by the Skeleton Knights.  There is a complete set of biological manufacturing facilities here, and the soldiers and weapons and equipment damaged in the battle can be replenished in a short time.  Not to mention a mere 200,000, even if the number of dead soldiers exceeds 500,000 or millions, it will not have any negative impact on the city itself.

    However, Lieutenant General Rechison could not accept the fact that as many as 68 parasites died.

    Except for a very small number of natural personnel recruited from wilderness settlements,However, most of the parasitic warriors who have evolved superpowers and died in battle are skeleton knights who survived 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 die 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 situation.

    However, since the first telegram was sent twelve years ago, the response has always been on paper, with a cold and ruthless "please handle it at your own discretion."

    Now, including Lieutenant General Ritchson, there are only eleven parasites left in Rafael City.

    He doesn¡¯t understand the empire¡¯s specific attack plan.  Those guys who emerged from the wilderness, like rotten wolves, madly attacked the farms and manufacturing plants outside the city, and even the airports and docks were all captured.  Rafael City has not received material assistance from the United States for ten consecutive years.  There were no new officer commissions and no technical staff support.  They seem to have forgotten this city and the huge stronghold they once built on the other side of the earth.

    This is not common sense and should never be done.

    Thinking of this, Lieutenant General Rechison couldn't help but feel confusedDoes he really have to be trapped here forever?  Like the dead who stood alone in a lonely city in history, have they become ghosts wandering among the bricks and rubble?  @.
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