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Countess Fiana also detailed the defense situation and troop deployment of the Normandy defense line, and proposed some specific measures to strengthen the defense.

Sauron listened carefully to everyone's speeches, nodding from time to time to express his approval.

He synthesized everyone's opinions and formulated a detailed combat plan.

"Okay, let's deploy according to the plan we just discussed. Everyone must do their duty and cooperate closely. In this war, we are only allowed to win, not to lose!" Sauron said firmly.

Everyone responded in unison: "Yes, Your Majesty!" Their voices were full of confidence and determination.

After the meeting, everyone acted quickly, returned to their posts, and began to make final preparations for the upcoming war.

Sauron stood in front of the window of the palace, looking at the busy soldiers and solid city walls outside the window, silently praying in his heart that this war could end as soon as possible, so that the people of the empire could live a peaceful life again.

Late at night, Countess Fiana secretly sneaked into Sauron's bedroom.

Sauron had been waiting for her for a long time. Compared to Emily and Jennifer, she was really tired. During the day, she had to fight the enemy, and at night, she had to be conquered by Sauron, so she needed to rest well.

"Fiana, I have been waiting for you for a long time." After Sauron finished speaking, he picked up Fiana and headed for the large bathtub.

Fiana had not been able to take a good bath during this period, but the water supply in the army was tight, and she could not consume a lot of water for such a trivial matter as bathing.

In the entire Normandy defense line, only Sauron, the emperor, was qualified to take a bath.

Soon, the two stirred up bursts of water in the large bathtub.

The tub was filled with steamy nitrogen and argon, and the warm water gently swayed. Sauron held Fiana tightly and broke the silence: "Fiana, although the Normandy defense line is impregnable, the rebels are cunning. Where do you think they will strike next?"

Fiana slightly raised her head, her eyes full of thought in the light: "Your Majesty, the rebels have suffered a great loss before, so they probably won't rashly attack. I am worried that they will start from the rear supply line, cut off our food and water, force us to take the initiative to attack, and then set up an ambush."

Sauron nodded lightly, his fingers sliding down Fiana's hair: "You are absolutely right. I have arranged for the Shadow Guard to strengthen the patrol of the supply line, but I am still not at ease. Tomorrow, you will dispatch an elite force to secretly guard the supply line, and be sure to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will arrange it properly." Fiana responded, then frowned again, "There is also one thing, although the morale of the army is high, the long-term confrontation will inevitably make the soldiers feel slack."

The corners of Sauron's mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile: "That's not difficult. I will personally go to the army to boost morale, and set up military merit rewards to stimulate the soldiers' fighting spirit."

Fiana leaned gently in Sauron's arms and said softly: "With Your Majesty in charge, the soldiers will definitely fight bravely to kill the enemy. It's just that I don't know when this war will end, and the people are suffering as well."

Sauron's eyes became a little solemn: "Don't worry, I will end this war as soon as possible and give the people a peaceful and prosperous world. After the war is over, we will travel around the empire together, see those places affected by the war, and rebuild our homes."

"Really? Your Majesty." Fiana's eyes sparkled with anticipation, "I really want to go with you to see the great rivers and mountains of the empire and feel the people's peaceful life."

"Of course, this is our common wish, and it will definitely be realized." Sauron kissed Fiana on the forehead, "Okay, don't think about these worries, just relax."

As the voices of the two gradually faded, Sauron changed his posture and put his arm around Countess Fiana's waist.

The water in the bathtub swayed gently again. In this short moment of tranquility, they enjoyed each other's company and accumulated strength for the upcoming cruel war.

Early the next morning.

On the city wall of the main battlefield on the front of the Normandy defense line.

Suddenly, five heads were hung up, including Rebar and the four alien border kings. For a time, the rebel army was in an uproar.

Especially the alien rebel army, which was faintly out of control.

Early the next morning, the faint light of dawn had not completely dispelled the coolness of the night, and a shocking scene appeared on the city wall of the main battlefield on the front of the Normandy defense line.

Five heads were hung high, swaying gently in the wind, and they were the heads of Rebar and the four alien border kings.

Now, seeing the heads of their leaders hanging high on the city wall, their emotions were instantly ignited, and they were faintly out of control.

"Blood for blood!" A tall alien soldier roared, the weapon in his hand raised high,

pointing to the Normandy defense line, his eyes burning with raging anger.

The surrounding alien soldiers responded one after another. They let out angry roars, their voices deafening, as if they wanted to overturn the entire battlefield.

Some alien generals tried to appease the soldiers' emotions. They shouted hoarsely, asking everyone to calm down and think rationally about countermeasures.

However, in this situation of intense emotions, their voices seemed so weak that they could not suppress the anger in the soldiers' hearts.

The rebel commander-in-chief looked at the chaotic situation in front of him, anxious.

He knew very well that if he could not stabilize the situation as soon as possible, this rebel army might disintegrate on its own in the internal chaos.

He decisively sent messengers to quickly summon the generals of each battalion to the division account to discuss countermeasures.

In the commander's tent, the atmosphere was solemn and oppressive.

The generals had gloomy faces, each with their own ulterior motives.

Some advocated launching an immediate attack to avenge the dead leader;

Others believed that this was Sauron's conspiracy. Attacking at this time was exactly what the other party wanted. They should stabilize their position first and then discuss it in the long term.

"Attack! We can't let the king die in vain. We must make Sauron pay the price!" The general of the Desert King slammed the table and shouted loudly.

"Don't be impulsive!" An alien general retorted, "Sauron's move is obviously to anger us and make us lose our position. If we attack rashly, we will only suffer heavy casualties."