Chapter 1713： Greedy wolf

"If that's the case," the secretary-general sitting next to him lifted his glasses and said: "Today, the Sirius Legion has approached the Fortress of Helm where the Golden Lion is. Marshal Windsor Bello personally leads the army, and the attack time is set at 10 noon. Two o'clock. If this battle is fought, I am afraid that even if the Golden Lion is replaced by a successor, he will not sit at the negotiating table because of hatred?"

Allen said: "Then tell the teacher to stop the attack."

"You go and do this right now." Mobitt said to the secretary general.

Allen said solemnly, "Mr. President, can you send someone to take me to Fort Helm."

"Of course there is no problem with this."

Saint Helmet is not a fortress, but the name of a new city. This city was established by the golden lion, and the predecessor of Fort Helm was just an ordinary city on the surface. The city was destroyed by the Nirm invasion, and the golden lion was rebuilt on the ruins of the city and expanded. There are no tall buildings in Saint Helm today, but roads extend in all directions, and canals are dug to divert water to form a canal that runs through the city for the residents of the city to drink water.

One of the biggest features of this city is that you can see the anti-aircraft gun emplacements on every commanding height of the city. As for the surroundings of Saint Helm, various fortifications were poured. The golden lion turned it into a fortress of war, and it was also the base camp of Kaprow.

At this moment, Capulo was shaving his beard in his bathroom. After he shaved his beard, he looked at himself with his hair cut short in the mirror. He was almost ten years younger. If he wanted to, he could keep his appearance in his prime of life. After all, his life span has been greatly extended after he has crossed the 30th level, so his youth and middle age is very long. Usually strong people of this level, they can keep spring and spring.

Of course, there are also some aliens among these strong men, allowing their appearance to disappear with the wind. This includes Horn and Caprow.

Horn's thoughts are extremely sophisticated, but Capello himself is to reduce the wariness of the Federation and the New Party, allowing himself to grow old, making people think that the lion and the hero are no longer. After leaving the battlefield that year, Capro kept a low profile, even giving the illusion that the marshal was in retirement. Who knows that this lion is ambitious, and all the appearances are created by his deliberate care.

Now, his goal has finally been achieved. Decades of painstaking efforts to cultivate one's own contacts bit by bit, infiltrate one by one without the Federation's awareness, and finally firmly grasp the golden lion, the trump card army in his own hands.

And at the most appropriate time, this army will be separated from the Federation and become its own private force.

So at this time, he has no need to hide. After Capro swept away his old state and put on a uniform, he seemed to have returned to twenty years ago, even the pace was much stronger than before.

He was enjoying breakfast in the dining room.

The breakfast was very rich, with seven mature steaks drenched in black pepper sauce and sprinkled with mint leaves to serve as a flavor. In addition, there are mashed potato salads and fresh juices, all of which are carefully prepared. These foods produced by private chefs are delicious in color and flavor.

Capro discharged a small piece of cattle into his mouth, enjoying the aroma of the food permeating his mouth. An assistant next to him reported: "Marshal, Sirius is less than a hundred kilometers away from us. In another half an hour, they can complete their offensive preparations."

A soft music was playing in the restaurant, and Capro put down his knife and fork and laughed: "I bet you, I dare say Sirius will not attack like this. They are trying to pull me up again. Before the negotiating table, try to get as many bargaining chips as possible. Politics is like this, war is just a means."

"Then us?"

"Of course, we have to do our part. After the notice, Fort Helm has entered a state of war, and all defensive turrets have been lifted. We have to welcome all of Sirius."

Capro picked up the juice and raised the glass to greet no one.

On the ground a hundred kilometers away from Fort St. Helmet, there was a roar from the sky, and a fleet slowly cut through the sky, driving away thick clouds. This is the Sirius fleet, consisting of a mothership, three battleships, and hundreds of combat ships.

These metal iron blocks flying in the air constitute a powerful picture, and the beasts on the ground rushed to stay away from the sense of killing that the metal machines exude.

Windsor Bello was on the mothership. This time she did not drive her own ship out, but only used the mothership with the Sirius logo. In the command hall, Marshal Greed Wolf sat on a high seat. She was dressed in a military uniform, and the golden badge with the wolf's head gleaming on her military cap. The military cap buckled diagonally over the head was drooping, and the visor blocked half of the female Marshal's face.

The endless fort was surrounded by her casually, Windsor Bello said nothing, but was full of murderous aura.

"In half an hour, you can enter the battlefield." A Sirius general reported loudly under the bridge.

Windsor Bello stood up with the generator, and said lightly: "You guys are here on standby. I will meet Capulo and prepare a small ship for me."

After a while, a combat airship emerged from the belly of the mothership, and two blue electric fires spewed out from the hull of the ship, pushing the airship towards the side of Fort Helm.

Fort St. Helmet immediately noticed this battleship flying alone. Capulo, who had already eaten breakfast and stepped into the command building, just saw this picture on the big screen. He grinned and said: "Windsor Bello wants to come and meet Me."

His shoulders shook, he took off the fur cloak he was wearing, and then strode out of the command building.

In the sky outside Saint Helm, a spaceship moved from far to near, and finally hovered beyond the range of the defensive turret. The door of the cockpit of the spaceship openedWindsor Bello leaped onto the top station of the hull, held the endless turret, took a deep look at the gray city on the opposite side, and then spoke: "Capro, Get out of me!"

Her voice did not see how high it was, but it rolled over the city like thunder, and her voice gradually rose, finally turning into a thunder.

"Winsor Bello, if you come to me to negotiate, then you can go back. My terms are still the same. If the Federation refuses to agree, then there is nothing to say."

I don't know when to stand on the high defensive wall in front of St Helm, Capulo put his sniper rifle on his shoulders, and responded with a cigar in his mouth. His voice was as low as a drum, passing across the ground, the ground humming, and his momentum was no worse than Windsor Bello.

Windsor Bello on the airship showed a charming smile, but it was a pity that she was in the air and there was no ghost around her, but no one appreciated this smile: "You are wrong, I am not here to negotiate with you. From beginning to end, I was not a politician."

"Then what are you doing, do you renew the past?"

"Of course not." Windsor Bello raised the endless fort and pointed in the direction of Fort Helm: "I have come to end your era!"