"What's the matter, what's wrong? Is it the enemy who attacked the camp?" Boassard couldn't help but follow out of the tent, looking at the fire burning in the camp in the distance, his haggard face looked surprised, in the deep darkness of the night, the fire almost dyed half of the sky red,

"It's not an enemy attack, I think there's something wrong with the camp!"

Northernvik turned around with a strong pretense, he couldn't say that it was because of the aristocratic prisoners released back like the teacher, which caused the legion mutiny, compared to other legions, these southern armies from the southern mainland were undoubtedly the most vulnerable troops to the impact of the prisoners this time,

In order to ensure the morale of the army, the landing of the Falcon army in the south of Nord has always been a top secret, except for a few corps commanders, even the flag commander does not know that his rear is being harassed by the Falcon army,

But these running prisoners undoubtedly became the fuse of the whole mutiny, and these nobles from the south are undoubtedly the best witnesses.

Knowing that their hometown had become a wasteland, the soldiers of the Southern Army who had been displaced by their relatives in the cold wind were quickly becoming the source of shaking the entire Nord army, and the Nord soldiers in the nearby camp were also confused by this sudden situation, and they looked at the fire in the distance with wide eyes and confusion

"That Legion's camp there?"

Boassard's face was solemn, and he could faintly hear the sound of metal clashing from the screams coming from a distance, which was not like a commotion, but a mutiny!

"It's the camp of the Third and Fifth Southern Legions!" Norseanvik pretended to be calm

"Will it really be okay?" asked Boassard absent-mindedly, for some reason, he could already feel this mutation, which was probably related to his bizarre release,

"Yes, I believe that His Majesty the King will take care of it! It's just some friction between the legions!" Norsean Vick sneered at the corner of his mouth, "You also know the traditions of our Nords, and small frictions that break out between the legions like this often happen, teacher, I know you're tired, but you also see that there is some chaos tonight, so I'd better send someone to send you to the town of Anquila, which is 20 miles away from here, where I can get a better rest!"

Norther Anvik said calmly, "As for the rest of the people, you tell me the exact location, and I will send someone to send them over, so you don't have to worry!"

"Come here, Berlinko, I have a task for you!" Noser Anvik shouted to the captain of the guard in the distance, and soon a young knight in delicate chain mail came running from the distance,

"You immediately take a squadron of troops and escort the teacher to the town of Anquila, 20 miles away."

Norther Anvic pointed his finger at Boassard and said in a solemn tone, "This is my most respected teacher, you must send him to Anquilla safely, even if it costs you your life, and the safety of the teacher will be entrusted to you without my orders! If something happens to the teacher, your head will not be on your chest."

"Yes, my lord, even if my subordinates fight for this life, they will complete the task!" the young Nord knight replied, kneeling down on one knee in front of Norseanwick with a stern expression,

Soon, a group of escort cavalry transferred from the corps headquarters was assembled,

"Get on the road, teacher!" Norther Anvik personally took the reins of a well-bred Boan war horse, and with the utmost respectful disciple etiquette, he personally helped Boassard to get on the horse.

"I hope this battle can be a smooth one!, so that you and I can return to Virtue together" Boassad took the reins, nodded to his disciple on the horse, raised his head, looked at the distant mountains with deep eyes, and said, "I have been away from my hometown for so long, I really miss the rye wine in my hometown, and in half a month, it will be the season when wheat is ripe in the southern mountains!"

"I think so!" The rye wine in the teacher's territory is the most delicious wine in the whole of southern Nord," Noseanwick's face darkened slightly, and then he nodded in the affirmative very forcefully,

The corner of his mouth sneered and said, "When the time comes, I will definitely go to the wine cellar of the teacher's mansion to ask for a few barrels of wine, I hope the teacher will not turn me away at that time!"

"Hehe, the devil believes you, at least I know that you don't like rye wine!"

"You want to see Boaviglia, but unfortunately, the south is too chaotic, and she has been sent to my sister's house in Kyoto for refuge!

"Do you remember when you were sixteen years old, when you learned from an adult nobleman to propose marriage to me, only to be severely reprimanded by the princess?

"I was so young and frivolous at the time! I always thought that everything was my own," Northernvik sighed with emotion, and touched his head a little embarrassed

"It was also at that time that I discovered how superficial a nobleman with only a glamorous appearance is!

"Okay, I should go too!I know that a corps commander has a lot of affairs, not to mention the commotion, I hope you will achieve a brilliant victory as soon as possible and become a famous general, God bless me Nord!"

He knew his student too well, the more calm he was, the more he said that things were strict, and just as he pretended to be unintentional just now, he had already caught a glimpse of his student's right hand, which made a clicking sound because it was clenched together

This riot must not be so simple! Is it a mutiny?" Boassard's mind was full of doubts, and his old and energetic face was a little pale at the moment, but he still tried his best to pretend to be extremely calm,

"Have a nice trip, Teacher!" Northernvik waved his hand, and it wasn't until the horsemen escorting Boassard disappeared into the darkness that Northernvik turned around with a gloomy face

"Your Excellency, look at the captives mentioned by Lord Boassard, when are we going to pick them ......up," one of the Nord guards asked cautiously,

"There are no prisoners here, and His Majesty will not admit that these people are still alive, their names have long been on the battle damage list of the Ministry of War!

A chill spread across Northernvik's indifferent face, and he said as he walked towards his main tent

"Don't mention this matter again, since it's a person who is no longer in the world, do you think you can still take it over? Send a team of people to fend for themselves according to the charges of dealing with the defectors, and it can be regarded as fulfilling their loyalty as Nords!"

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