Now the believers will think and ask why, this is not a good signal. Moreover, the tens of millions of troops are far away from their homeland, and the Pope is a little out of reach even if he wants to abolish Johnson. In the helpless situation, the Pope immediately changed into kindness and kindness, as if he was full of holy light and said to Johnson: "My child, why do you think so? The Holy See sent missionaries to the East and helped them build paradise, and finally!"

"The despicable pagans killed the missionaries, slaughtered the servants of God, and then took all the wealth in the paradise to the mountain spring valley." As he said, compassion flashed across the Pope's face: "This is a country without faith. This group of pagans who are supreme in their interests survive on all the land. They are utilitarian and have no bottom line. They will sell everything of their own conscience, soul, and even faith for short-term interests."

The kingdoms of the East are mysterious and powerful. Since they came down from the altar in the mid-16th century, they have become a different look. A nation without faith is terrible, and a nation without bottom line of interests is even more terrible.

Johnson slowly turned his head and his lost soul back to the Lord's arms. He knelt on the ground with guilt, hugging the bed legs and chanting words to the Lord, repenting about his indecision, and confessing that he was almost confused by the pagans.

Confusion is like a seed planted in the depths of the soul. It is always so uneasy. The Pope did not waste time on Johnson's straight body, but went to the next door to find the Saint.

The saint in a robe sat cross-legged on the bed, narrowing his eyes slightly at the ink paintings on the wall. Beautiful things are always thought-provoking. When you appreciate their beauty, a trace of greed will involuntarily rise in your heart, making you unable to wait to have them. Is it because of the beauty of things or the ugliness in your heart? All of this is really hard to say.

"Johnson was shaken. I'm afraid he is no longer suitable to be the commander of the expeditionary army." The pope looked at the Saint worriedly, and then looked at the wall with her eyes. Even the firm Pope couldn't help but praise: "What a good landscape painting! There must be more treasures in the inland China, which conquered him, and these are ours."

"But there is no better commander than Johnson now." The saint blinked his blue eyes and said, "China's combat power is more tenacious than we expected. According to the latest statistics on combat losses, we lost one million, and they lost one million. If we continue to fight like this, we may have lost all our crusad in this mud altar."

The Evolutionary League and the Spring Valley have the same embarrassment, that is, once the adult man is exhausted, it will take at least eighteen years to cultivate another warrior, and each adult has an irreplaceable uniqueness.

"You don't need to worry about this. The soldiers in the Spring Valley cannot achieve the qualities of the Crusaders. The first day they sent must be the elite among the elites. If they beat them up tomorrow's battle, it will inevitably be much easier." The pope said as a light flashed in his eyes: "At most three days, you can defeat the resistance that China has put together in a piece of cake. At that time..."

"How long does it take to dispatch commanders from the headquarters?" The Saint looked at the pope's four fingers and then slowly looked: "I understand that Johnson is still the supreme commander of the Crusader during these four days. When the new commander arrives, I will remove him from command."

Seeing that everything was arranged, the pope left here and devoted himself to busy work. The combat effectiveness of the Spring Valley was being evaluated, and finally got the answer that the Spring Valley was supporting and had reached the end of its strength.

We have to attack the weak and fiercely, and we cannot tolerate mercilessness. A bunch of local buns have left their luck and have only jumped into the territory of several provinces. Now, if you dare to challenge the Evolution Alliance, you will have a long life!

The long night passed in an instant, and the smoke rose up on the morning of the next day. The soldiers began to bury pots and make rice. During the war, the soldiers had a much larger appetite. The battle between life and death was like the sharpest whetstone, which was constantly polishing everyone and making them stronger.

This battle will definitely be until the sky and earth are dark again, so every soldier eats desperately. After his stomach is stretched, he sets up a neat square formation and moves forward one by one. There is no grass in the place where the battle yesterday, and a faint brown color is exposed on the ground. The wet soil has not dried up overnight, but it looks sticky, and it is very uncomfortable to stand on it.

Johnson, who was riding on the horse, suddenly blinked his eyes. The Evolutionists of the Spring Valley, which were still opposite him yesterday, were completely gone for a moment. Did they escape? Or were they looking for an opportunity to surrender?

Johnson connected to the satellites in the sky. After some detection, he immediately found that Hua Yang and the others had retreated three hundred miles away and set up camp again. At this moment, they were burying pots and making rice.

"Hehe!" Johnson, who was originally nervous, had a contempt flashed with contempt on his face: "I thought you were warriors, but it turned out that they were just a bunch of cowards who changed their minds."

Johnson pulled the reins and waved the knight's gun forward heavily, and rushed over with the crusaders like a tide. He let go of his footsteps and ran for three hours. When Johnson and the crusaders gradually ran to the camp in the Spring Valley, the battle formation had already been set up in the other side of the Spring Valley, and they were still waiting for their labor.

Just as Johnson was about to say something, the Spring Valley had already launched a charge, and the people on both sides collided again. In an instant, the sky and the earth were dark and the sun and the moon were gone.

War is inevitable. It is full of helplessness. The Crusaders are for faith, and the Mountain Spring Valley is for watch. From noon to night, it seems that both sides have become accustomed to this rhythm and become proficient. The number of injured people has begun to increase, and the number of deaths has been reduced by half. Injuries and illnesses are nothing to the Evolutionary. As long as they are not disabled, they can recover after a few days.

After experiencing the life and death battles of yesterday, the two sides who should have lost many comrades in their arms, and today they met again, and they couldn't help but keep their hands. They did not kill the injured, disabled, and fainted, as they did yesterday, but captured them.

So today, when cleaning the battlefield, there was another project, which was to exchange prisoners. Unfortunately, Shanquan Valley captured 160,000 prisoners, while the Crusaders captured only 150,000. Hua Yang didn't care. He died yesterday and the death rate today was only 400,000. Hua Yang was in a good mood and directly replaced all of these prisoners.

Johnson looked at Hua Yang in surprise, then put on a stinky face: "You untrustworthy bastard, you have agreed not to retreat, why did you retreat three hundred miles?"

"Are you willing to disturb your comrades' souls and make them restless?" Hua Yang made a lot of sense every time he spoke. Johnson was speechless, and Hua Yang even said directly: "I will retreat three hundred miles tonight. If you don't accept it, you will come to steal the camp."

"I am a knight with noble character, not a shameless villain. I will not do anything against the spirit of the chivalrous." After saying that, he turned around and left proudly, showing Hua Yang a safe retreat time and a safe retreat distance.

The saint who had been watching coldly suddenly realized something was wrong. Hua Yang's retreat was very purposeful, but she couldn't think of a conspiracy. If she was to lure the enemy into the depth, it would require a large number of people to ambush. However, in the entire area, it had been scanned with satellites many times, and even used a thermal detector, but no problems were found.

The well-prepared Spring Valley naturally starts with details. When building a permanent offensive, it uses all means. Not to mention the special energy detector, even if the Evolution Alliance uses the Life Detector now, it cannot detect signs of life here.

With anxiety and resentment, the saint's heart began to feel uneasy, wanting to find a place where the problem was, but it just couldn't be found. Just when the two sides fought twice, each time the Shanquan Valley retreated 300 miles, and in this way, the Shanquan Valley retreated a total of 1,200 miles and retreated to the edge of the pocket array.

As the terrain rose, the surrounding mountains gradually rose up. In four consecutive battles, Johnson felt that the enemy on the opposite side was being beaten continuously, and his resilience had been exhausted. As long as the last charge could defeat them, the Crusaders could sweep across China.

Three million soldiers who went to war forever left the world, and the proportion of wounded people was small, only about 600,000. Under the treatment of the saints, everything was optimistic. After a serious injury, the serious injury would recover one week, and the minor injury would be able to fight tomorrow.

Johnson couldn't help but squint his eyes, a smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and launched a general attack tomorrow, defeating the pagans on the opposite side, and then taking the virgin land of China, which is almost wilderness, into the embrace of the Holy See.

The saint closed his eyes slightly and observed the world around him carefully. Why was his mood always restless? Why did he always feel that something big happened again, and the ominousness became more and more intense. But he couldn't find the problem, which made the saint very helpless.

At the same time, I prayed silently in my heart that maybe after the commander who came from behind tomorrow replaced Johnson, everything would return to normal. But there should be no accidents in one day, and there should be no accidents again.
Chapter completed!