The Janissaries who were lying on the ground crying suddenly stopped crying, as if they had thought of something, and staggered to their feet with the support of the soldiers next to them, and said to the officer in an eager tone, "My lord, quickly, please report this news to Your Majesty immediately, the Falcon Army on the opposite side should be on the run!" Yes, I think that's why the cavalry of the other side's palace chased us all the way for thirty miles!"

This officer hesitated for a moment, and was a little unsure of how to answer, and reported to the emperor's majesty, isn't this embarrassing for himself? He is only a middle- and lower-level officer in the Praetorian Guard, and there are still a few grades before meeting the emperor's identity, and from here to the emperor's Chinese army tent, there are as many as three checkpoints along the way that need to pass guò

The first two are not a problem, the officer on guard knows himself, and he only needs to ask symbolically to let him go, and the most difficult is the third one, which is the area that the guard attendant responsible for the emperor's security is responsible for, even if it is the rank of the guard standing guard, it is higher than a middle- and lower-level officer like himself. And this news has not been confirmed, if it is later determined that it is a fake news from the Falcon Army, and it is also a fake news that directly stabbed the emperor's majesty, with such a case record, then his military career will be over," Lord Belion. The ambush circle set up by the 50,000-strong army is likely to have been exposed to the sight of this northward Falcon Army, please for the sake of Lord Sharad, who died in battle, please agree to the request below, everyone can't die in vain!" The Praetorian Guard's body, covered in blood, suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of him, his weak voice with a rapid panting, his body shook a few times, and his face turned pale as if he was about to faint immediately

The young officer, known as Bethlean, was taken aback. The situation pushed him to the forefront, "There is no room for refusal!" the officer smiled wryly to himself. He looked at the Praetorian Guards with pleading eyes and gritted his teeth. He nodded heavily and said

"Okay, I, Bethion, promise you, that I will report this matter to His Majesty immediately! Your injuries cannot be delayed, they must be treated immediately, and if there is a loss due to the injury, it will not be justified in any case."

"In that case, thank you, Lord Berion!" a smile appeared on the Praetorian Guard's face, his expression relaxed, and his pupils were glazed. Fatigue and exhaustion made the cavalryman really faint, and the officer held him up, and asked his subordinates to find a doctor with a solemn face.

Soon, the army doctor arrived and examined the wounds of several Praetorian Guardsmen, "It's really fateful, the arrow port avoided the chest and important parts." It should be fainting due to excessive bleeding! Find a place immediately, you must take out the arrow, otherwise something will go wrong!" The military doctor was a sixty-year-old man squatting. Wipe the blood from the wound of one of the Guards cavalrymen torn by the arrow cluster with a white cloth,

Looking at the wound of the rolled flesh, there were beads of sweat on his forehead

Berian asked his men to clear a table from a nearby tent. Together, they lifted the stunned Praetorian Cavalry onto the table

The military doctor wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with a solemn face, and stretched out his hand to a young man who looked like an apprentice following behind him, "Put that thing down!"

Hear the words of the military doctor. Everyone's breathing paused, even Berion.

They watched in unison as the apprentice carefully put down the iron box that straddled him.

The box looked heavy, and there was a sound of metal shaking when it hit the ground, and as the box opened, a row of tools inside was revealed, a small silver saw with serrated teeth, a long clip made of sterling silver, and even a sharp short-handled axe, the cut of the axe was also scalded with silver, and Berian was secretly relieved to see that the tools brought by the military doctor were very professional

The Obaro country does not yet have a special military medical system, the so-called military doctors in the non-military and even the Obaro region are temporary recruitment of local doctors before the war, doctors generally take a more direct approach to external injuries, if it is an arrow wound, they will see off a piece of arrow handle, and then use a clip to take out the arrow, if it is a limb injury, it is amputation, this time it is relatively simple, just take out the arrow, for the sake of prudence, the military doctor still asked Berion's subordinates to use ropes to fix the hands and feet of the Janissary cavalry who had passed out to the four corners of the table, and then drove everyone out of the tent"Well, it's already crowded! I need to be quiet, and so do the wounded, unless you want him dead!"

The old military doctor seemed a little impatient, taking arrows or cutting off limbs for the wounded, for ordinary normal soldiers, it was a kind of empathetic shock, there were strict orders in the army, and the military doctors did not let the soldiers see these, so as not to affect the morale and morale of the army

Less than ten seconds after Bethion stepped out of the tent, he heard a terrible shout from the tent, and the faces of everyone outside changed, and the feeling was like being hit by a hot soldering iron on the skin: "Good luck, brother!

Bethion raised his head and looked at the sky, and prayed in his heart, in the continent of Obaro, most countries believe that silver can resist the scurvy caused by wound infection, although it may not be useful, but at least in psychological suggestion, this is the surgical operation of this era, and less than half of the wounded soldiers in the war can survive,

Perian walked back to his tent, put on his squadron leader armor, looked at the white bear battle flag fluttering in the distance, hesitated, and walked towards the big tent in the center of the camp under the white bear battle flag, as a peripheral officer, he knew very well how difficult it was to meet the emperor, but thinking of the almost completely wiped out Rashad squadron, he still decided to give it a try, "Berion, where are you going?" The first pass leads to the inner camp, and the officer guarding the gate knows him, and the two have a good relationship in private, and the other party calls him by his name.

"I have some urgent business to report to the higher-ups!" Perian replied, "Above, you mean the people in the back, Perian, you know how difficult it is to do this!" The officer's face became a little strange, and his eyes looked up and down, "I think so, although I don't want to go either!" Perian sighed helplessly, "Actually, I saw it just now." If it's about those cavalrymen, I think it's better for you to go directly to their superiors. They are in the Guards system! And we ...... "The officer hesitated a little and stopped," thanks for the reminder, I think so too. That's why I'm going to find them!" Bethion shrugged his shoulders

"Well, well, you can go over!" The officer opposite waved his hand to his subordinate behind him and patted him on the shoulder, "Good luck, brother!"

Passing through the first checkpoint, Perian quickened his pace, and the camp in the inner camp was the camp of the Guards, and Perian passed past a group of Guards soldiers who were training. Soon he reached the second level, where the guard officer was a Guards squadron leader of the same rank as him, but with a golden olive leaf on the helmet marking.

This indicates that the squadron leader belonged to the real Guards officer of the Praetorian Guard,

The guard officer stood in front of him with a cold face, his eyes swept over the squadron leader sign on the shoulders of Berion, and his face looked a little better: "Your Excellency Squadron Leader, don't you know the rules of the camp? As the captain of the periphery, you are not qualified to come here!"

There was a palpable contempt at the corners of the Guards officer's mouth. The burning gaze was uncomfortable, and Bethlian hesitated for a moment before he said in a respectful tone, "My lord, I have an urgent matter to meet General Rassad!" General Rashad was the father of the captain who died in battle. is a high-ranking general in the Guards,

Berian thought about it on the road just now, it was impossible for him to meet His Majesty the Emperor with such an identity. But this Lord Rashad should have such full strength as a senior general of the Guards Legion, so Berian was ready to find this Lord Rashad first. Then Lord Rashad went to the Emperor's Majesty, so that the difficulty could be reduced a lot, "as long as the news reaches the ears of the Emperor's Majesty." Even if his promise is fulfilled!" Bethion thought so in his heart, "Lord Sharad has been summoned to a meeting by His Majesty" The guard officer's face was still cold, his tone was quite playful, and his perfunctory look was obvious, most of the requests of peripheral officers like Bethion came to find a pair of adults, "When will the adults come back?" Ber Ion asked, "I don't know, I'm afraid you won't see him either!Go back, if I see him, I'll tell him" The guard officer said with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, full of contempt"And I advise you, what kind of ability you can hold any position, thinking too much is an extravagant hope!"

"Haha! You see there's a fool from the outskirts of Nari!" burst into laughter from some of the officers passing by

A trace of anger flashed on Bethrian's face, the fingers of his hands were tightly clenched, if he hadn't thought of his promise, he would have turned around and left a long time ago, the Guards have a long history of looking down on peripheral officers, and the other party can speak to himself in such a tone because it is the same Praetorian Guard system, and the status of peripheral officers and Guards officers is very different,

Most of the peripheral officers are drawn from various armies, and their status is somewhat similar to that of the subordinate troops in the Praetorian Guard.

And only the Guards were the real Imperial Guards, the same class, but in terms of status, there was as much difference between the full gold and the outward gilding, and some of the self-regarded and arrogant Guards officers claimed that the peripheral officers enjoyed the same title as themselves, which was a shameless act of theft. "Why, don't you understand? The guard officer urged him to leave again, let's go, let's go, this is not the place where a despicable person like you should come, just stay on the periphery, why spread the smell of your body everywhere!", "Yes, what kind of ability can hold what kind of position, if you take off the cloak of your wealthy family, I don't know what kind of position you can hold with your ability!"

Instead of being angry, he laughed, took a deep breath, held back the anger in his heart, and said to the Guards officer with a face full of contempt, "A rookie who has never really been on the battlefield, but here he is ashamed to reprimand a captain who has beheaded ten people, in fact, the taste of it is nothing more than that,

"It's all full of the smell of decay!Someone like Your Excellency who has never seen blood in the scabbard, I don't know how many there are!" Bethion's nose twitched, "Bold, are you looking for death!"

The guards officer held the upper saber in his angry hand, not expecting that he would be humiliated by a junior officer,

"I'm a soldier, I'm not used to drawing a sword against my own people!"

Berian turned around in disbelief, and said aloud as he went, "And I have only come to convey the news, so I ask Your Excellency to convey it to General Sharad." Just got the news that his son, Captain Pokasalad, had died in the battle at Vato Fortress, and that the Falcon army at Vato Fortress had abandoned the fortress. "Bastard, you're drinking and getting confused. What Captain Sharad died in the Valade Fortress, what are you kidding, this morning, Captain Sharad ...... from here" The angry face of the guards officer was suddenly stunned, and his voice suddenly stopped, yes, the Sharad squadron that should return has no shadow until now, and the task of the Sharad squadron is to monitor the movements of the Vatow Fortress at close range

"Could it be!" said the guard officer's face changed

"Someone. Stop him!" shouted the Guards officer in a panic, and a group of Guards rushed out to stop Perian,

Soon after, a solemn-looking General Sharad arrived, and he did not go to the meeting, but hurried because the news, if true, was extraordinary, and that his son had been killed in battle and that the Falcon Army occupying the fortress of Vato had quietly withdrawn. The significance represented in it is enough to affect the movement of the entire ambush war, and even shake the overall situation of the entire campaign

He held back the shock in his heart and listened to the contents of Berion's careful report

The general of the Guards of the Gangnon Empire immediately sent someone to the outlying camp to confirm the authenticity. Soon, the men sent found the wounded Praetorian cavalry and learned about the incident. After listening to the report, Sharad was silent for a minute.

The Sharad family is a famous military general family in the Gangfei Empire, and once produced an imperial marshal. Eleven generals, martial arts are prominent, and at this moment, he gives people the feeling that he is a lot older.

Poca Salad, who died in battle, is his eldest son, the heir to inherit his title and military position, he misses him very much, his character is resolute, his command ability is outstanding, and his appearance in the army is also eye-catching, if he is tempered over time, he must be an outstanding military general, in the eyes of old Sharad, his son, has the potential to become an imperial marshal, but now ......

Rashad closed his eyes, held back the grief in his heart, took a deep breath, and said, "Thank you very much for sending such important information, I will go and report this to His Majesty immediately!"

He is a very powerful-looking general, walking with a tiger wind that belongs to a fierce general, thinking that the heir who has been infused with countless hearts and minds has become a corpse like this, and he doesn't even know where the bones are, every step of this fierce general towards the emperor's military tent is dripping blood in his heart,

"Your Majesty, Lord Rashad, the commander of the Third Guard, asks to see you!" the voice of the royal attendant sounded at the door

"Let him in!"

The little emperor is leaning on a brown-red chair, looking at a record in his hand, which is the diary of the previous emperor, belonging to the royal secret file, whenever he feels confused in his heart, the little emperor hopes to find the strength to support it from inside, in this diary, he saw his father, how the former emperor Gangfei went from a prince outside the succession sequence, and finally stepped onto the throne of the emperor Gangfei step by step,

Most of the objects of boys' natural worship are their fathers,

The same is true of the little emperor, in many places, his cousin has begun to show the same fierce demeanor as his father, and he has also inherited the habit of the previous emperor Gangfei to fight and take care of the future, such as this time to ambush the falcon army advancing north, he only thought of eating this falcon army, and then recapture the lost southern coast of Gangfei, but he didn't think that Gangfei without a navy wanted to recapture the southern coast was a joke.

"At least strategically feasible! Attention needs to be paid to execution!" Marcos, the Minister of War, still appreciated this ambush plan, as the little emperor's teacher in military affairs, he was very pleased with such a student, after all, the little emperor was only seven years old!

"Rasha Deqing, is there something wrong with you?" Feeling the hot wind brought up by the fierce guards who walked in, the little emperor unexpectedly put down the diary in his hand,

In his impression, this upright and middle-aged general of the empire, with the unique golden hair curls of the Sharad family, the corners of his eyebrows as hard as a sword, his eyes give people a feeling that a flame is burning, and his body is as burly as a mountain, this feeling is like a blonde lion squatting in front of him, which always makes the little emperor feel a little unnatural, what a fierce person!

"Your Majesty, my subordinates have just received a report that the Falcon Army may have abandoned the Vato Fortress and are fleeing from the encirclement of our army in a hurry!" Rashad's tall body knelt down on one knee, put his hand on his chest and gave a military salute to the emperor, and said in a solemn tone, the sound of the vibrating military tent rattling

"What? How is this possible, are you sure that the news is reliable?" the little emperor stood up in surprise after being stunned,

This time, 50,000 Praetorian Guards set up an ambush, preparing to determine the overall situation through this battle, if the Falcon army advancing north runs, then the entire battle situation will enter a relatively sustained period, for the current logistics has reached the red line of the Gangfei court, it is impossible to make a breakthrough in the short term, and there is no difference from defeat!

"It shouldn't be wrong, in order to bring back this news, the dog sacrificed his life for the country!" replied Rassad's face darkened, and his voice trembled imperceptibly

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect ......" The little emperor's face was embarrassed, and he looked a little flustered, the son of Rashad, he had seen, quite a handsome and energetic young man,

Or did he personally award the young man the sword of the captain of the Praetorian Guard, such an honor was less than ten in the Praetorian Guard, and Rashad, who had always had a stern face, couldn't close his smile from ear to ear, which once made the little emperor very envious, and what a touching thing it would be if his father could show such a hearty smile for himself

"Your Majesty doesn't need to apologize, my Rashad family has been a general for generations, and I have long regarded the death of the war as glory and belonging!" Lashad said with a touched expression, "Now it is the first problem to immediately organize troops to pursue us, otherwise, once the Falcon army completely gets rid of us, then this battle will be in vain!" (To be continued......)