Melica, the capital city of Mesilica.
Commander Melica sat powerlessly in his chair and looked at the tough diplomat sent by his northern neighbor. He didn't even have the slightest desire to complain.
The warship had already reached the shore. What was the meaning of informing him that they were going to conduct military activities?
Did they really think that Melica didn't have any soldiers to fight?
"The mission to eliminate the Gospel Advent Church is very important. It concerns the security of the entire Americas."
The Angelica diplomat put his hands on the table and said in a kind but arrogant tone, "With the infiltration of the Gospel Advent Church into the government, if we inform them in advance, they might grasp the information and make countermeasures."
The Gospel Advent Church.
Commander Melica had heard about it recently. It seemed to be a new bandit organization that had appeared in Michoacan.
From his perspective, it wasn't important. As long as there were enough bandit groups in the country, the social order wouldn't be chaotic even if it was extremely chaotic.
"So we chose to transport the troops by sea. This way, we can ensure that we can eliminate the Gospel Advent Church with lightning speed and eliminate the danger."
Commander Melica was so angry that he wanted to throw the coffee in the face of the diplomat, but he obviously couldn't do that. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that the other party's words made sense. He couldn't refute them!
"Then … I'll have to trouble you."
The Mexican Commander gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.
Shame, this was Melica's national shame!
Could they be arrogant just because they were the number one country on the Blue Planet?
The shameless face of the diplomat seemed to be saying, sorry, you can really be arrogant.
…
A huge army landed on the coast of Michoacan. The fleet of warships looked spectacular, but most of them were transport fleets. Even a few destroyers were enough to make the Melica Navy despair.
Logically, after eliminating the Sea Dragon King, the world's navy should welcome spring again, but who could say that there weren't other monsters hiding in the waters that covered 70% of the world?
The existence of the navy was still extremely awkward in the new era.
"Our army is going to rise."
General Turner, who was the commander of the battle, looked at Melica's land and was filled with pride.
Although this was only a small step for him, it was a big step for the army. Finally, after nearly two hundred years, the Angelica Army once again set foot on Melica's land!
Yep, but let's not occupy the government's land anymore, lest the Mexicans swarm into the country.
Although Amelica was an unranked country, it still had some infrastructure in the country. It had roads and railways, but the density of the infrastructure was unsightly. The Amelica Army had only just rested for a while before they rushed toward the capital.
Even though they had changed their uniforms and erased the symbol that represented the Angelica government, the army still attracted a lot of attention as they marched.
The spirit of this army was completely different from Kalica's army. It was like an Andean eagle in the sky to a chick on the ground. They were superior in all aspects.
If they had such an army, Ulica's drug trafficking problem would have been eradicated long ago.
All kinds of vibrant organizations took root in the land of Musilica and had a strong foundation of people. When the army was halfway through the journey, their whereabouts were reported to the city of Morelia.
"The great Father teaches us to pray …"
The old priest stood on the podium with a serious expression as he preached his doctrine. The believers below the podium closed their eyes as if they were listening to a beautiful concert.
This group of believers came from all kinds of backgrounds. There were poor people in shabby clothes, members of organizations with scary tattoos, and the well-dressed middle class.
There were still not many people in the middle class, and the Church of the Advent was still rooted among the poor. However, the old priest believed that these people would convert to the true faith sooner or later.
The officers of the church ran around in the middle class city. They did not forcefully push for things like psoriasis. Instead, they carried out many activities, such as collecting old clothes and handing them to the lower class poor.
Of course, the most important thing was that the real angel was in their church!
They were the best in the world.
However, when the old priest was speaking of generosity and took out his double-barreled shotgun to express his excitement, a group officer suddenly ran in from outside.
This officer was originally a villager who grew avocados. His life was neither good nor bad, but now he had become a small leader.
"What's wrong?"
After listening to the villager's story, the old priest's expression changed. "Did the angel inform them?"
"I've already sent someone."
"Get ready …"
The old priest pushed the villager away, raised his shotgun, and fired. "Fight!"
The regular army and the suspected Amerikka army were all useless in front of the angels, not even worth mentioning.
Don't be afraid, just fight. Under the guidance of Heavenly Father, they would definitely defeat the weak!
If they won, they would gain momentum. If they lost, they would go to jail.
The organization structure of the Church of the Advent was very strange. It was like a gang of bandits, but also like a church. It was a messy mix that gave rise to a unique charm. In addition, the old priest did not want to use the church to make money. Instead, he distributed the money of the former bandits to the poor in the city. Under the double attack of faith and monetary interests, they quickly gathered the hearts of the people.
Even the spirit of the slums changed. Although it was not easy to kick the addiction, the promotion of the faith of the Advent of the Advent and the large amount of money invested was enough to make them look completely new.
This time, it was still a group of teenagers holding old weapons. Fortunately, compared to the last time when they fought barefoot, everyone wore shoes this time.
"Which gang dares to attack us?
Do they not want to live? "
"Watch me smash their heads."
"In Michoacan, the Church of the Advent is the boss!"
The women and children hid in their rooms, and the low-level officers of the church were spread out in the defense line of the slums with the Gospel in their hands. Seeing the officers holding the Gospel, the "recruits" who were already in high spirits were now bursting with morale. They raised their weapons and shouted that they wanted to fight.
The government of Morelia City might be slow to react to other things, but they were experienced in how to protect themselves. When they learned that the two 'bandit gangs' were going to fight in the city, they straightforwardly blocked the roads and dispersed the citizens, freeing up the battlefield for both sides.
Fight all you want, as long as you don't affect the good citizens who paid taxes.
However, looking at the gangs coming from outside the city, the government of Morelia felt their scalp tingle. Why was this gang different from what they imagined?
Was this … a gang of bandits?
"Let me tell you, no matter how many people there are, do you see the gun in my hand?
I, Marksman Pablo, will kill them with one shot … "
As Pablo spoke, his eyes stiffened as he looked into the distance.
Why were there armed helicopters flying over from the horizon, and that thing that streaked across the sky was … a fighter jet?
"Watch me … take his … head off with one shot."
As the flight trajectory streaked across the sky, Pablo could not continue.