Chapter 169

While the fierce fight was in full swing, Lord Mazar suddenly tilted his body and approached soshyang.

"What's your soldier's name?"

"His name is bakh Farzad, and he also comes from a wild world."

Soshyan said with a smile and full of pride.

Mazar nodded thoughtfully.

"Then he's really good. He should win."

There is little difference between the two soldiers, but the trained eyes know what to pay attention to——

One is due to decisive or accurate quick knife, one is to apply more force for cutting, and one is to recover more quickly after a difficult parry.

Both soldiers are dedicated to dueling, skillful, and everyone of endurance and determination.

Facts proved that Mazar was right, and Farzad went further in the way of martial arts.

His opponent began to breathe more heavily and move more difficult, exhausted before his opponent's solid defense.

They circled each other faster and faster, and their feet were almost off the ground.

At present, there is no victory or defeat in the competition. With the passage of time, there is a whisper of praise from the audience - absolute concentration for the two soldiers.

Suddenly, the soldier in black slipped under his feet - just the amplitude of one palm, a short slip, which was quickly stopped, but it was too late.

The silver gray body pounced forward, clapped the blade of its opponent and grasped the advantage.

A second later, the black soldier was in danger. His blade was loosely held in his palm, and his opponent's weapon squeezed his bare neck.

With a slight flick of the knife tip, a blood line was drawn at the clavicle of the defeated fighter.

"Good!!"

The audience roared and cheered, slapped low tables and chairs, and raised bottles of wine to pay tribute to the winner.

The defeated soldier stepped back several steps, fell to the ground, and his muscles began to twitch. And sent out a huge and heavy gasp.

His body had been pushed to the limit, and his limbs trembled with exhaustion.

The winner's situation is only slightly better.

Farzad saluted his battle leader and the master here. His face was low and sweaty. He looked unstable, although the cheers seemed to support the two fighters.

A moment later, he started to pull his opponent off the ground, and the blade in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Two soldiers, who had previously focused on fighting, clasped each other's hands at their wrists and gave each other a warm hug despite exhaustion.

Mazar stared at Farzad, who was hobbling to the nearest table and asking for some wine.

"Every time I see these guys, I wonder if I've lived too long."

Murmured the Lord of the temple of death, recalling the old days.

"Those heroes who once fought side by side with us have passed away. What is the meaning of our remaining old things?"

Soshyang suddenly laughed and said:

"The meaning is to wait for the day when the emperor will recall you and us."

Suddenly, Mazar looked at him sharply, as if thinking about the meaning of this.

Then his expression was relieved, but his eyes twinkled with a more intense light than usual.

"That little guy's style is very close to us, but his fighting skills are simply too exquisite."

As Lord Mazar spoke, he drew more meat and watched Farzad integrate into the crowd illuminated by the fire.

"I remember you once said that your swordsmanship was taught by the instructor of the War Regiment, so was he?"

Soshyan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Mazar's face immediately showed a curious expression.

"Then he must be a very, very strong and excellent soldier. Why haven't you introduced him to me? I really want to talk to him."

"He... Is dead."

Hearing this, Mazar was stunned for a few seconds, and then nodded sadly.

"Well, that's a pity... Another hero has died."

After chatting with soshyan for a while, Mazar took him to the tactics room to have a simple exchange on the war situation during this period.

In fact, the war is progressing quite smoothly. The green skin peripheral strongholds of the Fallon Galaxy have been removed, and the satellites near the main star have been captured one by one. Only a few outposts on the edge of the galaxy have not been won because of insufficient troops.

Now they have built a steel cage to trap the stubborn beast in the cage.

It's not difficult to kill or cut.

"What has been proved now is that Freon has been basically fortified, with all kinds of anti orbital weapons from its poles to the central equator."

Lord Mazar said, drawing a circle on the control panel with a light pen, and then an aperture appeared on the hologram composed of low light.

"If we want to attack head-on, the casualties may be large and protracted."

"Extinction order?"

Soshyan raised a tactical possibility.

Extinction order is the most extreme way to deal with heresy, corruption or alien invasion that has been deeply rooted in a planet's population. It is allowed only in the most extreme cases.

Extinction order is essentially one of many means of destruction in the imperial Arsenal. Usually, when the whole world has fallen into the worship of chaos, or its imperial government has been overthrown and replaced by alien rule, or there is an extremely powerful and dangerous species in the world, When the world is considered unworthy and the human and material resources needed to conquer or recover the world are unacceptable, extinction orders are often executed.

It is also used as a way to fight against alien invasion.

The extinction order may be ordered by any judge, Star Warrior commander, Imperial Admiral or Star Army commander.

It has a variety of execution methods. The Imperial Navy usually adopts large-scale orbital bombing, and the heretical court can use more special weapons, such as virus bombs and cyclone torpedoes.

In the face of a planet fortified by alien fortresses, nothing is more direct and effective than the extinction order. Anyway, freon has been occupied by the green skin for a long time. In the past, a large number of colonists eventually died of the rise of the green skin, and the Empire basically abandoned this planet of little value.

Lord Mazar nodded grimly.

"I've thought about it, but it will take about a month for the nearest courtroom fleet to arrive. It's just orbital bombing alone. With Freon's current defense, it won't work in three months."

"It seems that we are pressed for time?"

Soshyan captured the key in each other's language.

"Yes."

Mazar frowned and looked very distressed.

"According to the latest information, the green warlord pirate, nazdreg ugu udgrab, seems to have accepted the green skin's request for help from freon, or some deal, which is driving its huge fleet to approach here."

Soshyan took a breath. It's really not good news.

Then Mazar added.

"By the way, the pirate fleet you destroyed at gage was the vanguard of nazdreg."