Over the skies of Longjing, squadrons of warplanes from foreign dynasties flew past. These aircraft, belonging to the great powers of Europa, were making a demonstration of force.
At that mont, a warplane from the Hua Sheng Dynasty of Arica soared high above.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion ripped through the sky as the plane was shot down. Supre Commander Zhu Jide himself had personally fired the shot.
Zhu Jide snorted, turning to his Dragon Dynasty soldiers. He could see their gazes were filled with admiration. Tonight, this was already the seventh foreign warplane to infiltrate the Dragon Dynasty’s airspace that he had shot down. Many others were afraid to open fire, fearing it would cause an international dispute. They didn’t dare. But he did.
At this mont, Zhu Jide faced his soldiers and shouted, "You must all follow my lead! No matter which dynasty’s plane it is, if it flies here without the Dragon Dynasty’s consent, shoot it down!"
"That’s right! Did you all hear the Supre Commander? It doesn’t matter if it’s from the Hua Sheng Dynasty or any other dynasty, if they dare to fly here, we shoot them down! Let the world’s dynasties know that our Dragon Dynasty will not be bullied!" An aged voice ca from another direction. From within the Forbidden City, the Lord of the Four Seas, along with the other elders, strode over with purpose.
Anyone with eyes could see that the Dragon Dynasty was in a precarious state. Yet, the Lord of the Four Seas and the other high-ranking leaders of the Dragon Dynasty were fearless.
If the other dynasties dared to fight, then a fight they would get.
Expecting the Dragon Dynasty to cede land and pay reparations? Keep dreaming!
Seeing the resolve of the Lord of the Four Seas and their other superiors, the soldiers felt their spirits surge.
The Lord of the Four Seas, Zhu Jide, and the other elders of the Dynasty left the Forbidden City and made their way to the Great Wall.
Old Master Liu lowered his voice, gazing out at the vast expanse beyond the Great Wall. "The situation does not look good," he said.
"Indeed. If their show of force fails, they will surely co with their main army," General Nie Chengzhen said coldly. "As for our Dragon Dynasty..."
Despite the military crisis, the general’s face was an emotionless mask. No one found this strange; everyone knew that his grandfather, the great General Nie, had been just the sa. He had to be as well.
The Lord of the Four Seas sighed softly. This crisis was far too severe, even more difficult than the one before the Dynasty’s founding.
Who wants to be the monarch of a fallen dynasty?
"If I’m not mistaken, within an hour, the combined air forces of the other dynasties will be here to bomb Longjing," the Lord of the Four Seas said, his gaze fixed on the night sky. "This ti, we won’t be able to hold them back."
The elders behind him remained silent. They knew he spoke the truth. They could not hold them back.
Suddenly, an idea ca to the Lord of the Four Seas. "I have a proposal. Tell what you think."
"Please speak, Your Majesty!" Zhu Jide and the others said in unison.
"I fear the Dragon Dynasty is dood this ti. It doesn’t matter whether we hand over Wu Tian or not; the result will be the sa. Without him, our Dynasty is still fated to fall. But we cannot just let it be extinguished. Our Dragon Dynasty has a saying: ’Not even a prairie fire can destroy it all; the grass grows back with the spring breeze.’ We will escort so of our children to safety. The army, too, will hide so of its strength in the deep mountains and wait for the right mont."
The Lord of the Four Seas spoke calmly, his words revealing he had considered this plan for so ti.
"Your Majesty, perhaps you should go with them," Zhu Jide suddenly suggested.
"Indeed. You could use the sa thod of escape as Emperor Jianwen," another elder advised. This would greatly increase the chances of reviving the Dynasty.
But the Lord of the Four Seas shook his head. His voice was low but firm, and everyone heard him with perfect clarity.
"I am the Monarch of the Dragon Dynasty.
"I will live or die with my people. I will not be a coward like the fleeing Emperor Jianwen.
"The emperor guards the gates; the monarch dies for his nation.
"That is the duty of a Monarch of the Dragon Dynasty!"
Zhu Jide and the others were filled with solemn respect. This generation’s Lord of the Four Seas had not participated in the war against Fusang, and so believed he lacked a asure of that fiery spirit. They never expected him to face death with such resolve.
High in the skies outside the Dragon Dynasty’s borders, a swarm of warplanes had assembled. They were a dense, nacing cloud, more than enough to obliterate a dynasty with ease. Among them were drones equipped with ultra-modern caras, broadcasting the event live. Inside the Combined Skyscrapers, monarchs like Black Eight Horse and others watched the broadcast.
But that was not all. Among the pilots of the high-altitude jets were five extraordinary individuals, all famous marshals from Europa.
There was Weyron, a descendant of Eisenhower from the Hua Sheng Dynasty.
He was joined by Zhu Malin, descendant of Zhukov.
There was also Schleck, descendant of Stein.
And ir, descendant of the "Desert Fox."
Finally, there was Hai’er from Germany’s Iron Wolf Dynasty, a prodigy who had been first in everything since childhood. Aboard the command airship, the five great marshals gathered. Their appearances varied greatly; the oldest was in his fifties, while the youngest, Hai’er, was only in his twenties. Though he was the youngest, Hai’er was the supre commander of this operation.
Hai’er had been exceptional since he was a child.
Piano competition? First place.
Painting competition? First place.
Essay competition? First place.
Mathematics Olympiad? First place.
The list went on. The title of genius was well-deserved.
"Are we confident?" Hai’er commanded. A specialized microphone broadcast his voice clearly into the cockpit of every fighter jet.
"WE ARE!"
The unified cry thundered across the sky, electrifying the air. Their will to annihilate the Dragon Dynasty was unshakable.
The sound was so loud that even the citizens of the Dragon Dynasty heard it, and panic spread like wildfire. On the Great Wall, the Lord of the Four Seas and the others also heard the distant, earth-shattering roar, a sound like a landslide and a tsunami combined.
Gradually, the hundred-ter airships and their fighter escorts appeared in the skies above the Dragon Dynasty. They filled the air from the south all the way to Longjing, a dense and terrifying canopy of steel. The people of the Dragon Dynasty could only stare in stunned silence. The fighter planes led the charge, with the marshals’ command ship following behind. The outco of this battle seed a foregone conclusion.
But at that mont, the command ship’s radar detected a lone figure appearing in the sky, entering radar range and heading for Longjing.
This figure was like a sharp sword slicing through the night sky, radiating a terrifying power. So of the fighter jets at the rear peeled off to intercept, but the figure rely flashed like a startling Sword Light, tearing a hole right through their formation.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
One after another, the jets exploded into fireballs.
The figure carried the overwhelming montum of a tidal wave, rolling forward unstoppably...
Let’s see who can stop !
On the Great Wall, the Lord of the Four Seas and his companions silently awaited the final battle. What arrived was a dense swarm of warplanes that blotted out the sky, and with them, a single streak of light—a teor flying from afar.
The teor was a figure, but who was it? The Lord of the Four Seas and the others could not be sure. They only knew that this figure approached from a great distance, casting a shadow like a falling star and radiating an imnse pressure that made the legs of those on the ground turn to jelly.
Aboard the command ship, Hai’er was the first to recover his senses. He took a deep breath and announced, "Everyone, our true enemy has appeared!"
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