The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

After the Vatican's top guardians fearlessly built an indestructible line of defense, Athena finally tore a crack in the smoke-filled battlefield, like the light of dawn, and safely broke through the enemy's encirclement.

However, in sharp contrast, the fate of those Western Allied soldiers who were unfortunate enough to fall into the carefully arranged pocket formation was particularly tragic.

On this battlefield shrouded in despair, Phoenix showed amazing strategic vision and firepower advantage. Hundreds of bombers were like dark clouds, roaring across the sky, carrying destructive power, heading straight for the helpless place where the coalition forces were.

This area seemed to be forgotten by God. There was neither steep terrain to rely on nor strong fortifications to hide in. The coalition soldiers could only watch the shadow of death approaching.

The bombs dropped by the bombers fell like raindrops. Each explosion was accompanied by a deafening sound and flames shooting into the sky, tearing the earth apart beyond recognition.

The air was filled with thick smoke and blood, and wailing and despair intertwined into a tragic symphony.

The coalition forces that lost Athena, their spiritual pillar, were like a ship without a pilot, losing their way in the vast ocean.

The commanders were either unable to continue commanding due to casualties or lost their judgment due to the chaos, and the entire coalition system collapsed in an instant.

The soldiers fell into unprecedented panic and chaos. They ran around like headless flies, trying to find a glimmer of survival, but often only exposed themselves to more dangerous situations in vain.

Amid this chaos and despair, the defeat of the Western coalition was inevitable.

The once glorious army was now like loose sand, being ruthlessly devoured by the enemy.

The so-called British soldiers had their true colors completely exposed in this war. They were truly vulnerable, and it was because of these so-called royal soldiers that the entire situation was on the verge of collapse.

Now that Athena has run away, the Western coalition is even more leaderless, so it is normal for it to collapse now.

Now we have to sacrifice the pawn to save the king. We have to keep Athena alive. Only if she survives there is hope. As for the others, they are just cannon fodder.

Western Holy See.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Athena, dressed in a silver and white papal robe, walked hurriedly but still maintained her inviolable dignity.

Her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and her eyes flashed with complex light - a mixture of relief at escaping the disaster and worry about the unknown future.

Surrounded by a group of armor-clad, determined-eyed masters of the Church, she slowly walked into this magnificent and ancient Western palace, and every step seemed to carry a heavy mission and responsibility.

The light in the palace hall was a little dim, and the huge crystal chandelier cast mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of mystery to this solemn scene.

Right in front, a priest in a black robe with an intricate cross on his chest stood quietly. His face was stern and his eyes revealed unquestionable authority and concern.

He is a highly respected elder in the Holy See and one of Athena's most respected predecessors.

"Athena, my child." The priest's voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts and hit the depths of their souls. "Your bravery and wisdom are admired by everyone in the Vatican. However, the battlefield is not your place. The disputes and bloodshed in the outside world should not taint your pure soul. Your place is here. Use your wisdom to lead the Vatican to a brighter future."

Upon hearing this, Athena bowed her head slightly to show respect and obedience, but her heart was filled with indescribable emotions.

She bit her lower lip lightly, with a firm look in her eyes: "Reverend Pastor, I am fully aware of my responsibilities, and I have never forgotten the glory and mission of the Holy See. However, when I witnessed the suffering of innocent people and felt that justice needed someone to stand up, I could not stand idly by. Although the outside world is dangerous, there are corners there that need our light to shine."

The priest frowned when he heard this. He knew Athena's character and beliefs very well, and understood her persistence and pursuit of justice.

But as a guardian, he hopes that Athena can be safe and sound, and the future of the Holy See rests on her shoulders.

"Athena, how could I not know your intentions? However, a truly strong person is not always the one who charges ahead, but one who is able to plan and win battles thousands of miles away. Your wisdom and strength should be used for more far-reaching purposes, rather than for unnecessary sacrifice."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and there was an indescribable tension in the air.

Finally, Athena nodded slowly, as if she had made a decision: "Reverend Pastor, I understand your intentions. I will be more cautious and try my best to improve myself so that I can contribute more to the Church and the world when needed."

After saying this, she bowed slightly again, turned and left, leaving behind a determined and beautiful back as she walked away in the corridor of the palace.

The priest stood there, looking at her back, with both relief and worry in his eyes. He knew that Athena still had a long way to go, but she would shoulder the hope of the entire Vatican and even the world.

Allied battlefield.

With the departure of Athena, the Western coalition forces, which had been barely maintaining order, seemed to have lost their backbone, and their morale instantly plummeted to the bottom.

The soldiers of Phoenix City took advantage of this psychological advantage and launched a more fierce offensive. Every horn sound and every sword light seemed to announce the inevitability of victory.

In this chaos and despair, the soldiers of the British Army, as one of the elite forces in the coalition, were the first to feel the weight of despair. Some of them began to waver. Finally, under the helpless decision of an officer, the soldiers of the British Army took the lead in raising the white flag and chose to surrender.

This move quickly spread among the coalition forces like a domino effect.

When soldiers from other countries witnessed the surrender of the British Empire's soldiers, their fighting spirit and hope were extinguished.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of fatigue and helplessness. Finally, with a low sigh, they put down their weapons and expressed their willingness to surrender to the Phoenix City army.

At this moment, on the battlefield of Phoenix City, there was silence mixed with complex emotions.

Zhang Fan quietly appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

Witnessing all these changes, Zhang Fan's eyes swept over the surrendered Allied soldiers. Their faces were filled with the dejection of losers and confusion about the future.

"Boss, how about sending them to the mining area to mine?"

Da Jun suggested that the mining area was in need of manpower and these people were tall and strong, so it would be a pity not to send them to mine.