868 Burning the City (1/2)

Chapter 868 – Burning the City

Mediterranean Squadron's big victory, 21st day morning, imperial city Rabat was similarly not calm.

The expedition army's three legions had left the city early in the morning under Baiqi's leadership, officially launching their assault on Rabat, focusing their attack on the north city region.

The only ones left in the Satellite City were Ouyang Shuo and his Divine Martial Guards.

In the morning, the army left, surrounding the imperial city. Whether it was on purpose or not, out of the four sides, the east had the least forces, and their attack strength was the weakest.

If one paid attention, one would notice that the overall soldier numbers did not reach 200 thousand. This meant that there was a group of them that were not on the battlefield, and who knows where Baiqi arranged them at.

When the Moroccan players defending on the city walls saw that, they were really solemn, and their hearts were also really emotional. The few days of passion and hot bloodedness that built up in them could finally be vented.

”Fight! Fight! Fight!”

The morale of the player forces was really high, and the Moroccan Guards waited solemnly.

A seismic battle was about to start; naturally, it would be a bloody and intense one.

This battle lasted for over two hours, and tens of thousands of soldiers were buried on the battlefield. Some were from the expedition army, some were Moroccan players, and some were the Moroccan Guards Soldiers.

Beneath the city wall, corpses were strewn all over, and blood flowed into a river.

North outskirts, Baiqi sat on a war horse, his expression solemn. Although he had predicted it and made a lot of preparations, the enemy's defense had exceeded his expectation.

As this battle concerned the matter of the country's survival, the enemy soldiers all used up 120% of their strength. Not only did the commanders not need to rush the soldiers or raise their morale, but the enemy troops' morale soared high right from the start.

”What a respectable bunch!”

Baiqi had already started to feel thankful that Jia Xu had thought of the vicious plan.

If not, the Dragon Legion Corps would need to be prepared to be badly hurt. Baiqi raised his head and looked at the city ahead. His eyes were resolute, and his heart was as calm as stone.

The battle continued. At basically every moment, there would be people who entered the Reincarnation Hall, becoming spirits and roaming the dark hall.

As there were too many of them, many spirits floated within the huge hall, forming a terrifying sight like that of hell.

At this very moment, a person appeared in the hall.

Originally, this was not a surprise. However, his identity was not ordinary. He was the person who killed himself on the Spanish Squadron warship, Tangier Lord, Rainier.

Seeing Rainier, the surrounding players were all astonished, ”Rainier, weren't you with the Spanish Invincible Squadron? Why did you appear in the Reincarnation Hall?”

”....”

Rainier did not know how to reply to that.

”Did the Spanish Invincible Squadron engage the Mediterranean Squadron? Were you that careless to be bombed on the ship?” some of the players grumbled.

Rainier's face was ashen white, ”The Spanish Invincible Squadron was defeated by the Mediterranean Squadron and are on their way back to their country.”

”What did you say?”

That news was just too shocking. Some people could not react in time, and those who reacted had their faces turn ashen white.

Rainier said bitterly, ”The Spanish Invincible Squadron will not be coming. We have no other reinforcements.”

”....”

The hall was totally silent.

A breeze blew across, sending a chill down their spines.

”How did this happen?”

The Moroccan players could not accept the cruel reality all of a sudden. The world was just so cruel to Morocco, their territory army fell, and now, they lost their reinforcements.

Rabat was now truly a lone city.

The news that Rainier brought with him quickly spread to the players through the forums.

This time, be it the work occupation players or the combat occupation players who were valiantly fighting, their morale dropped by a large chunk.

Their chance of winning this country war was getting slimmer and slimmer.

”Do the heavens really want Morocco to die?” The players were not resigned.

This unhappiness and anger turned into endless amounts of hatred and killing intent, slowly spreading out, ”Since that's the case, let's go all out. If we can kill one of them, that's good.”

The battle had entered its climax, and the players' eyes turned red from the killing. They did not bother about their own defense. They directly killed into the enemy forces, becoming really vicious and catching the expedition army off guard.

The attacks of the expedition army slowed down.

When Baiqi got the intel, his expression did not change. He knew that this was the final blow of the enemy, like the last moments before a person was about to die. As long as one held on for this wave, the enemy would collapse.

Not to mention that the expedition army still had their killing blow.

Thinking of which, Baiqi looked up into the air. The sun was hanging high up, and it was about to be right over their heads.

”It's about time.” Baiqi muttered.

Pretty much like it was replying to Baiqi, three heaven deafening blows suddenly spread out from within Rabat.

'Hong!'

'Hong!'