Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

"Other people's pawns? Are you referring to that Arsenu?" Louis frowned, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

Melissa said with a cold face, "That's right, this person is very dangerous. His goal is to overthrow the Faran Empire. The chaos in the French Empire has his shadow behind it."

"What? He has such a great ability." Christopher touched his chin and said in disbelief.

Louis's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he was about to justify his actions when a correspondent outside suddenly broke in and said anxiously: "Chief of Staff, there is an urgent military message from the front line, and large-scale armored vehicles and steam tanks suddenly appeared in the east of the Seine. At the same time, the rebels on the other side are preparing to move towards our control area, and at the same time, the artillery of the other side has begun to cover and bombard the position."

"Order the first division that just arrived to use steam cannons to shoot at each other, and at the same time order the second division to reinforce the left wing, so that the front line must hold on. I will immediately call for support from the military department." Louis said decisively.

He has no choice now, because the first and second divisions are the reinforcements brought by Christopher. Although doing so will lose the initiative in the military, it is better than being completely broken through the defense line.

He even had an idea of ​​taking this opportunity to get out of the way, by putting Britannia's death on Prince O'Barron's rebels.

The communications soldier was sweating profusely, passed the telegram in his hand, and said in a low voice: "We have exhausted all the ammunition when we were defending the town, and the first and second divisions themselves did not carry more supplies, and now they are asking for more ammunition."

Louis snatched the telegram in his hand, read it briefly, and felt a mess in his heart.

Maybe it was unintentional, maybe it was intentional, the French Empire Parliament didn't trust him, so it backhanded him in terms of material preparations.

At this moment, not only the two infantry divisions of the French Empire that supported them may not be able to keep it, but they may even be trapped.

Christophe was not an idiot either. Realizing that something was wrong, he hurriedly said, "Since there is going to be another war, then I won't bother you! I'll take my leave first, and I'll invite you to dinner after I return to the capital."

After finishing speaking, without giving them any time to react, they immediately turned around and left quickly.

For Christophe, these two infantry divisions were not his supporters, but mercenaries recruited by Miranda using his relationship, even if they were all dead, he would not feel distressed.

Louis had no time to think about it. He picked up the communicator to contact the military headquarters in the capital, but put it down before dialing the last number.

He couldn't let those guys see a joke, so he asked the communications soldier to command the ministries in the name of Red Lion Sarazi, after all, Sarazi was the commander in name.

In terms of equipment and strength, Prince Oberon's rebel army has an absolute advantage, but the French Empire Legion is not without a chance of winning, and now the Legion controls the only crossing of the river.

Louis gathered the remaining troops and dispatched local militias to fill them, formed three divisions to defend the ferry, and ordered the First Infantry Division to block the enemies in the Eastern District.

However, no matter what kind of solid roadblock it is, it can't withstand the [-] heavy steam tanks commanded by Wang Luo. They will be crushed at the speed of dozens of kilometers per hour.

After the soldiers of the [-]st Infantry Division of the French Empire fired two shots, someone shouted: "Run!"

Immediately afterwards, more than 1 people dispersed like stragglers.

The heavy steam tank chased after it cold-bloodedly, and the steam machine gun turned into a death scythe, and began to harvest life continuously.

The wounded soldiers of the Farland Empire were mercilessly crushed by the tracks, turning into a pile of meat paste, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Screams, cries, roars, the owners of all kinds of voices are running for their lives, the soldiers of the Farland Empire are constantly pushing and shoving, some people accidentally fell down, and were soon trampled on by the people behind them, everyone Lost my mind.

Chutchu... Under the chain of fire of the machine gun, the corpses fell to the ground one after another, blood flowing into pools.

When Wang Luo came to this position in a command tank, there was no living enemy here, so he nodded in satisfaction.

At this time, a breeze blew past, and the leaves and weeds on the ground were pulled by an invisible force, and gathered into a human shape in front of Wang Luo.

Then, the figure spoke a woman's voice, which was Melissa.

"Why don't you accept prisoners?" Melissa witnessed the killing with her own eyes, and her voice became very excited.

"Because of balance!" Wang Luo possessed [Sharingan], so he would not be confused by this superficial hypnosis at all. After opening his right fist and clenching it again, the sound of the joints exploded like thunder.

Melissa's figure appeared in front of Wang Luo, and the surrounding tank soldiers subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger, but Wang Luo stopped them.

Half an hour later, Wang Luo sat in the tent and began to arrange the offensive of his rebel army, while Melissa sat obediently beside Wang Luo, no matter how unwilling she was, she did not dare to show it .

Her strength and mental strength are not beyond her eyes, and all her resistance is futile.

Melissa took a deep breath and felt a little nauseous. The taste in her mouth hadn't dissipated after rinsing, which made her hate Wang Luo even deeper.

"Order to add fuel and continue dispatching, destroy the enemy's second line of defense, and let the artillerymen under Prince O'Baron cover it. Even an ant will never leave alive!" Wang Luo said to the communication soldier, who finally Use the communicator to transmit to the front line at a fast speed.

Melissa was a little anxious. You must know that her mission was to prevent the rebels from attacking, at least to prevent the Eastern District from being captured.

She said in a deep voice: "What exactly do you want to do? What conditions can be put forward. The parliament and the royal family hope to reach a settlement."

"Of course there is no problem, we can negotiate." Wang Luo flipped through the briefing in his hand and said casually.

Melissa's eyes lit up, and she asked, "What's your condition? Are you sure you can control Prince Obalon's rebel army?"

"You overestimate Prince Obalon. Among these rebels, how many are his real confidantes? The industry in the area occupied by Prince Obalon is too backward. It relies entirely on external blood transfusions. The development potential is limited, and food and ammunition are scarce. must rely on imports.

If it wasn't for the French Empire Parliament's desire to stabilize the situation and not allow external forces to intervene, as long as the navy is used to cut off the transportation line, the rebels will collapse without fighting, so you don't have to worry too much. "Wang Luo said lightly.

Melissa sneered and said, "You don't really want to help Prince O'Barron, you want to collapse the French Empire, right?"