In the flying war, countless heroes devoted their lives, some were unknown soldiers at the bottom and some were officers from the military district. Their blood dyed the entire glacier castle red and defended the last dignity of mankind. One dazzling star after another fell, and the high-level military districts were constantly killed in the battle with Russell's strong men, causing the talents of the entire northern military district to wither. At this time, a man stood up, and he was Poseidon.

When humans later studied this history, Poseidon was second only to Li Feng. In comparison, he was more suitable to become an excellent commander than Barbosa. His coldness and wisdom were indispensable elements for a first-class commander. He was as cold as a piece of ice. No matter how harsh the outside environment was, it had no effect on him. His blood and his brain were always cold and operated in an orderly manner. He could find accurate fighter jets in the chaotic battlefield. It was under his leadership that the Northern Military Region could survive this difficult month.

Moreover, his personal strength is also an important factor. He is like a falcon. Once he is discovered, he will bite him tightly, agile and quick, but it is not that easy for the enemy to catch him. Several times in the confrontation between Russell's strong men, Poseidon defeated opponents who were stronger than him and gained powerful energy.

The war caused some people to sacrifice their lives, and also allowed some people to advance quickly and gain powerful energy. Poseidon was one of the best. In this month, there were countless enemies who died under his hands and under the ice, including many high-level psychics, and even a 17th-level strongman. In order to kill this strong man, General Alex, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Military Region, also took action and joined forces with Poseidon to kill the enemy. The price paid was that General Alex broke one arm and greatly weakened his combat power. In this way, Poseidon became the supreme leader of the Northern Military Region.

Poseidon is now stronger than before, terrifying, his whole body is filled with cold murderous aura, which makes people dare not approach it. Even the messenger only reported to him tremblingly. Level 16, a level that most people can look up to, is so powerful that it makes people afraid. Only Poseidon himself knows that this is far from enough.

It was already late at night, and the dark night was shrouded on the ice field that had been thousands of miles away, as if an invisible big hand was shrouded in the sky, blocking the pitiful, cold moonlight, making people breathless. After fighting fiercely for a whole day, the invaders of the mechanical tribe finally stopped attacking an hour ago and slowly retreated to a place a kilometer away. Although the fierce battle stopped, the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the disgusting strong blood. On the wall of the glacier castle, a thick layer of ice condensed, like a smooth mirror, bright red, thick blood slowly flowed down the ice wall, and it looked extremely dazzling and shocking under the light of the bleak searchlight.

On the city wall, there were corpses that were not too late to be transported away. They were all soldiers of the northern military region who died in the daytime. Blood gushed out of their bodies, and some had already flowed out of their blood. The ground beneath them gathered into a red lake, which was really a blood flowing.

Teams of residents walked up the city wall along the steps, and their masks blocked the expressions on their faces, but their eyes exposed to the air showed a strong sadness and burning anger. Among these soldiers who died in battle and even had unrecognizable faces by bombs, there were probably relatives, friends, or familiar people around them, but they were all dead, and the living lives turned into cold corpses, lying silently in the sticky plasma, and even the corpse was broken into several levels, and it was impossible to tell which part of the black limb belonged to.

The walls of the glacier castle were bombarded by enemy artillery, and even the strongest walls became riddled with holes, and cracks appeared, making the entire castle look dilapidated. At this time, while the night was dark, teams of craftsmen would wear protective suits to repair the walls. They looked at the corpses under their feet, expressionless, and after seeing too much death, they would be numb. The only thing they had to do was to repair the damaged city walls to ensure that the city walls could resist the enemy's gunfire tomorrow.

All of this was seen by Poseidon. He stood on the spire of the city wall, and from this position, he could almost see the entire northern castle. He was still so cold. The war and killing made his handsome face more violent. In the battle with the enemy, his left eye was pierced by a sharp sword, covering it with a black cover, making him look a little hideous and ferocious. Even during the war, his combat uniform was still so neat, with almost no wrinkles on his smooth top, covered with sticky blood. On his hands, the white gloves seemed to never be stained by blood, white, and untainted. He held the long sword at his waist, and it seemed that the long sword always roared, unsheathed, and killed the enemy! Even if he stayed quietly in the scabbard, it could not cover the murderous aura that spreads out of the sword.

Poseidon was cold, cold, and ruthless, like an emotional machine, running constantly, directing this arduous battle, which was the impression of almost all officers and soldiers. Seeing his comrades dead in front of him, he would not be sad or angry. When necessary, for the sake of overall victory, he could sacrifice the lives of thousands of soldiers and keep the safety of the glacier castle. Therefore, although the lower-level officers and soldiers did not hesitate to execute Poseidon's orders, they did not hide their fear of him, had no respect, and had only obedience.

Only Poseidon knew that his inner pain was more painful than anyone else. If Li Feng was present, he would definitely understand him. As the highest commander of the battle, the first thing he had to do was to abandon his personal feelings and everything was for the sake of the overall benefit. At the most dangerous time, he could only choose a hero to cut off his arm, give up some soldiers, and lead other soldiers to firmly guard the city walls. No one understood his pain, and under the cold appearance, there was a tormented heart.

He is also a living person with his own feelings. He will be sad when he sees his comrades being killed. When he sees the psychics of Russell as food, he will feel angry. When he sees the enemy's attacks being repelled, he will be ecstatic. But because he is the supreme commander of the Northern Military Region, he must bury his feelings deeply in his heart and suppress him with his own coldness. In this way, he can look at this battle from an outsider's perspective, calmly analyze the next plan, and find front-line fighters from the complex and chaotic battlefield.

Only a very small number of people can understand Poseidon and his pain. Poseidon, you deserve everyone's respect! For the future, the almost non-existent hope, continue to endure it! Continue to maintain your calmness and lead the soldiers of the Northern Military Region to resist the enemy's invasion! Hope and light will eventually come!

The biting wind, like a cold knife, was whirling, and it hurt Poseidon's cheeks. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and still raised his silver-white hair by the cold wind, and his pupils looked at the darkness ahead without blinking. He had an ominous premonition, from the depths of his heart, and from the enemy's camp one kilometer away.

It's too quiet, too quiet, as if a terrifying aura was shrouded around, making people breathless. The military camp of the Russell Continental psychics was just one kilometer away. In the past, at this distance, the bright lights in the enemy camp could be clearly seen. The hideous enemies set up bonfires and set up big pots. The hot water vapor had a strong smell of blood. They slaughtered humans like beasts and threw them into the pot as their own food. Some even threw living humans into the pot, watching them struggle in the boiling water, screaming, and screaming. The creepy sound often spread far and clearly into the ears of every glacier castle residents.

The purpose of the enemy is obviously that they want the soldiers on the city walls and the residents of the glacier castle to feel fear and lose the courage to fight. They think too simple, and it can be said that they are too naive. Every race has their own characteristics. In the Russell continent, the strong have always been respected. They are like ancient grassland peoples. The weak will kneel at the feet of the strong for survival and interests, praying for the protection of the strong. They do not feel ashamed of this behavior, but are the supreme glory to be able to surrender to the powerful warriors.

Humans are different. They have their own dignity. Although they are not opponents of Russell's psychics in terms of strength, they can fight to the end for the final dignity and survival. In the glacier castle, not only soldiers and officers are living, but more ordinary people. Most of them are soldiers' relatives, friends, and soldiers understand that according to the enemy's cruelty, once the glacier castle is broken, everyone will become the enemy's food or slaves. They also know that they are the only support and hope of the residents in the city, and countless pairs of eyes longing for survival are looking at them behind them as a belief to support their continuous battle.

Poseidon gradually frowned, his eyes full of doubt. What made this night so quiet. It was so weird that it made people feel a burst of uneasiness, reminding Poseidon of the tranquility before the storm. "The Messenger!" he shouted loudly, frowned his eyebrows.

"Admiral, what orders are there?" A messenger ran over hurriedly, his face full of nervousness. As Poseidon's messenger, he did not dare to slack off at all. Just last week, Poseidon had just demoted a lazy messenger to the maintenance department. During the war, Poseidon asked all his commands to be passed on as soon as possible, and there should be no mistakes.

"If you pass the order, the First Division and the Fourth Division immediately gathered at the top of the city to form the first front, and the Second Division will serve as a reserve! No mistakes are allowed!" Poseidon said hurriedly, with a faint look of anxiety on his face.

"Yes, General!" The messenger ran away hurriedly and passed Poseidon's order to the combat department. Although he did not understand why Poseidon issued such an order, the daytime battle had just ended, and the enemy showed no signs of attack. The First Division and the Fourth Division were the ace troops of the Northern Military Region. They only joined the battle when they were most at risk, or as a counterattack force, and sent these two ace troops as soon as they came up. This was the first time. The messenger wisely chose to pass the order immediately, without talking too much to ask. He had never seen Poseidon's face showing anxiety and nervousness, which meant that things were not good!

Poseidon took a deep breath and turned his eyes to the darkness in the distance again. Before he knew it, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and soon condensed into ice beads in the cold wind. He shivered fiercely, his nerves suddenly tense up, and the next moment, his eyes widened!

The overwhelming shouts came from the ice field in the distance! Countless lights suddenly illuminated the black sky! The dark night was like daytime! The soldiers of the mechanical tribe shouted wildly, and one fighter after another swayed from the ice field to form a dense battle formation, sweeping through the high altitude, making a sharp whistling sound!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The huge movement quickly alarmed the soldiers in the city. Searchlights lit up one after another. Teams of soldiers rushed into the bunker with panic expressions on their faces. Amid the harsh alarm, one anti-aircraft cannon lit up and made a mechanical rotation sound. The First Division and the Fourth Division, who received the order from Poseidon, also arrived at the top of the city at this time and formed a solid defense line. All the soldiers turned their eyes to the dense enemy aircraft battle formations in the sky. On the ice field, heavy tanks transformed from mechanical warriors rolled in, making a rumbling sound.

All the soldiers entered their roles in a short time, with a nervous and tragic look on their faces, and another battle was about to begin! Countless warriors were going to sacrifice in this battle and defend their last dignity with their blood! Only Poseidon was still standing there blankly, like a statue. Because he saw a dazzling light reflected from the ice field in the distance.
Chapter completed!