While artillery fire was flying on the battlefield, there was a different scene in Cassandra:
EPLA¡¯s takeover of Cassandra is not just an administrative change, it also brings an advanced modern media system. ¡¶¡·Íø.com In order to facilitate preaching and information circulation, the clergy of the Apocalypse Sect established an information network connecting all parts of Emera.
Thanks to the advancements in technology and magic technology brought by Jiang Yucheng, the original communication magic crystal now includes images and sounds in addition to text messages - after all, for promotional materials, pictures and texts are more Persuasiveness.
And now, this network has also benefited ordinary people in Emera: In the main entrance square of Cassandra Cathedral, a large magic crystal display screen is playing on it - the new 38th Group Army of the EPLA Army is played on it. Driving in with a majestic appearance. The female voice of the narrator introduced it like this:
"Citizens of Cassandra! It is such a force that is protecting our city, our nation and our rights! Just today, they will fight the 7th Imperial Army Corps led by Duke Milburn. The station will broadcast the battle live to you later.¡±
I have to say that from a certain perspective, being willing to make such a program preview is a bit brazen in a sense: according to the understanding of the citizens, the Apocalypse Sect means that even in the face of the destruction of the entire Aimee La's Empire's Seventh Army, this battle with Epla will definitely not be too ugly, otherwise wouldn't it be a slap in the face?
Of course, if these naive citizens knew that something like CNN would exist in future generations, they would definitely cry. But now, the media technology in this world is not as developed as the earth, so at least for now, the media is still 100% credible - in fact, epla itself does not need to fake.
The discussion of the war in Cassandra trumped all other topics and soon covered every corner of the Lubyanka Cafe. ""Íø.com Among them, some customers have relatives who have joined the army, and they also seize the rare opportunity to brag about their claims. The citizens were not very familiar with EPLA's strange weapons and organizations, and they were naturally confused after hearing the remarks made by many magicians.
There are, of course, exceptions: one customer did not participate in these discussions at all. This is a blonde beauty, wearing a very simple leather jacket and short skirt. If she would dress herself up a little, she would definitely be more attractive.
It is not easy for this girl to encounter a cafe named "Lubyanka" in this world, let alone taste the authentic "Lubyanka" blended coffee! Although not all the memories left there are pleasant ones, the childhood years are always indelible.
It would be great if I could play some music from my hometown at this time
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There is a melodious violin sound in my ears - is it "Harbor Night"? It seems true. Standing on the central bandstand of the coffee shop was a well-dressed little Eryu. This piece must have been taught to her by the sculptor before he left. Sure enough, this kind of melodious melody is most suitable for the violin. The wandering stranger not only hummed:
"Goodbye, dear harbor, we will set off on a long voyage tomorrow. The sky is slightly brighter. Looking back at the pier, the blue headscarves of our relatives are waving?"
This made even the maid standing by the side a little surprised: "Can the eldest lady know how to sing this song?"
"Well, this is a song from my motherland. My grandma likes to sing it." The stranger seemed to be lost in memories.
"That's right," the maid asked with great interest, "Where is the eldest lady's country?"
"I no longer have a motherland." The stranger suddenly became stiff-faced, "There will never be one again. (¡¶¡·Íø7*"
This strange reaction made the maid nervous, but the stranger quickly regained her relaxed look: "Can you let that child play "Evenings in the Suburbs of Moscow"?"
It seems that there is no problem: a slightly more cheerful melody sounded than before. The stranger hummed to the tune contentedly. The maid stopped talking and stepped aside.
After the song was played, the stranger seemed very satisfied, so he placed a gold ruble on the table, stepped forward and said to little Ai Liu:
"It seems that we are very destined, and we will definitely meet again in the future."
Although she has moved to a coffee shop, little Ai Liu's daily "recitation" has not been interrupted. She never forgets to go to the cathedral to pray or curse every day, and by the way, she can also take a look at her young man.Companions. Now that the Junior Military Academy has been opened, there are far fewer orphans in the church than before. Kuronaga was still not angry after seeing Airiu directly - maybe he remembered his embarrassing defeat.
?????????????????? According to the custom, she came to pray to the Almighty God, the First Emperor, to make all the flying dragons and dragon knights covered with barnacles. But this time, the content of her prayer seemed to have changed -
"Almighty Lord, the First Emperor, please let me pass the exam," the girl meditated sincerely.
It turns out that the EPLA Air Force has recently begun to recruit new pilots - as long as they are over 13 years old, regardless of gender, they can sign up. Of course, there is no threshold for registration itself, but the subsequent physical examination is a big difficulty.
"Mom and Dad, I will definitely work hard."
The girl murmured to herself - two lines of tears flowed down her beautiful cheeks. Although in front of outsiders, little Ai Liu is a strong child, and she did not cry for a long time like other children about the death of her parents, but after all, she is only a 13-year-old girl - no matter how mature her body is, she After all, she is just a young girl who needs the care of her parents.
It has been quite some time since the disaster passed. Did my prayers have any effect? If the First Emperor really existed, then today is the day when quantitative changes turn into qualitative changes, and good deeds turn into good results:
Little Ai Liu felt a scorching light emitting from the top of her head. When she raised her head, she discovered that there was a female figure floating above the altar. Her holy brilliance was unlike that of the legendary angel.
The angel spoke in a language she had never heard before:
¡°r kocten me§é
This body is the bone of a fighter plane
CTA§Ýn Ect§Ý Te§Ýo Moe, n o§Ôoh§î moen kpo§Ón
The blood is like iron and the heart is like glass
r co3§Õa§Ý 6o§Ýee t§ícr§én§Ýe3§Ónn
Across countless battlefields without defeat
hen3§Óecth§íe§Õo cmeptn
Not to be met by death
Nor is it known to anyone
y §Ó§í§Õep§Øala 6o§Ý§î, §éto6§í co3§Õat§î mho§Ôo opy§Ønr
He always stands on the top of the ¡®cemetery¡¯1, drunk on victory alone.
tem he mehee, §ïtn pykn hnko§Ô§Õa he 6y§Õyt co§Õep§Øat§î §Óce
Therefore, life is meaningless
TAK KAK R MO c§î, Heo§ÔPahn§éehhoe Ko§Ýn§éect§Óo Camo§Ýeto§Ó Pa6ot
1: After the disintegration of the former Soviet Union, a large number of weapons and equipment such as tanks and aircraft were abandoned and piled into abandoned military bases, called "cemeteries"
This is simply put, it is a graveyard - the graveyard of airplanes.
The flames are roaring and the gears are spinning in the air.
The endless wilderness is filled with abandoned fighter planes painted with red stars, stretching to the end of the horizon.
These metals sleeping on the land were once advanced fighter planes.
Their essence is actually the projection of infinite weapons.
Countless weapons were abandoned in this infinitely vast scrapyard.
An angelic blonde girl reigns in the center of this ruined kingdom