Lorran Hill looked at the wrinkled old man in front of him, lowered his head slightly, feeling a little embarrassed, and was praised so much. In fact, she was just standing on the shoulders of a great man. It was because of the continuous attempts of a whole generation of civilizations that she found this feasible path.

Of course, there are still imperfections, but it cannot deny its greatness. Compared with the unfair and corrupt past, it is now a great progress.

Although the road is tortuous, when everyone awakens, they can always see hope, right? Every generation has its mission. Take one step and another, the road will eventually gradually open up.

"Now that Hanshuang has invaded together, do you think the existence of the opponent's Sequence 9 will take the initiative?" Lorran Hill asked curiously.

"Maybe, but only 1-2 people should be involved, and the rest will remain in the local area to guard against the Canghu Empire." Fei Heron said.

"In addition, please do not regard the frost unity as a whole. I have been to Rurnah and have a good understanding of the physical constitution of its country. There are not many voices inside it. They are just standing together for the benefit."

"If Clancia wants to defeat or completely resist the attack this time, it needs to contact, win over and divide several factions. In this way, after several attack failures and the loss of money and the loss of money, the voices inside them will gradually become noisy."

"This is how the parliamentary system is. When the situation is good, it is naturally harmonious. But when it comes to a critical moment, when it needs to make sacrifices to survive the hard years, everyone will give in."

"Because in their eyes, sacrifice is to lose one's own interests, to survive, and not be grateful to others, which is extremely stupid."

"This is also something that I feel a little disdainful of Rurnard, a group of overly smart mages. Sometimes the more skilled he is in calculating, the more difficult it is to win people's hearts."

"Although the west wind is unbearable when it rots, it is not like this at the beginning. Once upon a time, it was also a glorious country of glory..."

Slowly, Fei Helang recalled the era of revival of the west wind, and told the era of the knights who held up the swallowtail flags and stepped into the battlefield with glory and courage in the "Battle of Broken Bows". For a while, the country was like a painting, the sea of ​​guns were like a sea, and the heroes emerged.
Chapter completed!