The man of Alexander the King of Chambord?

The soldiers of the garrison let out a low cheer, as if to see hope.

And the faces of the nobles and guards around Soroyev suddenly changed, and they were extremely embarrassed, and the nobles lowered their heads one by one, and just now they were angry and scolded two strong men, and they didn't even dare to let a fart at this time.

During the day, the city lord's envoy was photographed into a meatloaf and the news that the young nobles were mercilessly killed at the camp gate had already been known to them, because this was originally deliberately instigated by the city lord in order to test the bottom line of the new commander, so now where do they dare to say anything, they all secretly pray in their hearts that the demon King Chambord will not target him.

Soroyev's face also changed.

The summons of the Chambord King made him feel a sense of shock, and the playful look in the eyes of the two strong men in front of him made him angry and angry, but he was helpless, if others dared to scold him for being a fat pig, he would have chopped these two people into meat sauce a long time ago, but now, ...... He really didn't dare to do anything with the people of the King of Chambord.

"Since it was Lord Alexander who summoned him, the lord of this city will go over immediately. Soroyev's neck was red, suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned around and beckoned: "Just take advantage of this opportunity, everyone will come with me to meet the first commander of the war zone!"

"Lord Castle, ...... these three people," the guard with the long axe in his hand asked in a low voice.

"Hold the three of them up first, and I'll talk about it when I get back. Soroyev glared at the guard, who immediately understood, beckoning his companion to drag the three unlucky ones away.

"Huh? Drogba glanced at it, frowned, and wondered: "These three soldiers are wearing the uniforms of the garrison guarding the city?well, and they still have the scars left by the battle? They are Ajax, right? Why did they suffer such a great punishment?"

"This ...... The three of them openly instigated the rebellion of the soldiers of the city, affecting their morale and shaking the morale of the army, and all the lords of the city ordered them to be punished. The city lord's guard rolled his eyes and gave a reason.

"Oh, inciting the soldiers, shaking the hearts of the soldiers, well, that's damned. Drogba nodded thoughtfully.

Soroyev breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the chief of the guard also secretly wiped a handful of sweat, fortunately these two strong men didn't seem to have a good head, otherwise they wouldn't be so easy to fool.

"No, we didn't incite our partners to rebel, we were wronged, my lord, please save ......," shouted the young soldier who had caused trouble to protect his brother's corpse.

"Shut up!" the captain shouted at the young soldier.

"Shut up!" Drogba also shouted at the young soldier, paused, and then waited viciously for the poor young soldier, and added: "You little soldier, where is your place to speak?"

The young soldier froze.

There was a look of despair in his eyes, he originally thought that these two strong men sent by His Majesty the legendary King of Chambord were saviors, who knew that the nobles in the world were all the same goods, and these two majestic men didn't seem to dare to provoke the city lord's mansion, with a bitter smile of despair.

"Haha, haha......"

In the distance, looking at the sad and indignant scene in front of him, the thin and tall soldier who had already cut off his right hand still had blood left on his severed limbs, and his face was sallow, but he looked up and laughed, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, this laughter was full of ridicule and mockery, and everyone could hear it, the despair and unwillingness in this laughter even far exceeded the pain of his body.

And the scarred soldiers around the city defenders suddenly turned red when they saw their companions end up in such a miserable end.

They also didn't expect that the two strong men sent by King Chambord were not the lifesavers they imagined.

However, the fat as a pig city lord Soroyev's face changed at this moment, his eyes that were almost submerged in fat narrowed slightly, and a shimmering light flashed, he seemed to have found something more interesting, maybe the King of Chambord was not as terrible as he imagined, at least these two strong men and those lowly civilians were not all the way.

"Hey, you, yes, that's you... What about you, come here, and talk carefully about how these three soldiers instigated the garrison to rebel and shake the morale of the army. Drogba still had a grinning expression on his face, and he hooked his hand at the chief of the guard.

"Yes, yes, my lord, in fact, this is the thing, just now...... These three lowly cowards, cowardly and afraid of death, secretly hid and did not make any effort during the battle, but after the Ajax withdrew their troops, they spread rumors among the soldiers, saying that the city of Double Banners would not be able to hold it sooner or later, and encouraged the soldiers to abandon the city and flee......" The chief of the guard nodded and walked over, and began to tell the crimes of the three poor soldiers.

"Is that really the case?" said Drogba, who didn't know the right sneer.

"Of course it's true, it's true, I swear by the glory of my samurai, and everything I just said is true. "The chief of the guard swears by the heavens.

Drogba approached the chief of the guard and asked inexplicably, "Hey, do you look at me like a fool?"

"Ahh......h

Syllable!

At this moment, Drogba, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned cold.

Before everyone could react, they saw this big man show his big hand like a pot lid, raise his hand and slap it fiercely, and directly whipped the unsuspecting chief of the guard in a circle like a spinning top, and the silver helmet flew out with a bang and fell under the city wall.

"Phew, since you know that Lao Tzu is not stupid, how dare you tell such a big bunch of lies to deceive Lao Tzu?" Drogba said, another slap, and directly slapped the head of the guard of the City Lord's Mansion and squatted on the ground in a daze.

Drogba didn't stop, he raised his foot again, kicked him out, snatched a few steps and snatched the young warrior who had fallen into despair from the hands of the city lord's palace guards, pointed to the bloody wounds on the warrior's body, glared at the nobles and the guards around them, and asked: "Open your dog's eyes and take a good look, what is this? These are all wounds! They are wounds left by the scimitars of the Ajax! This is our warrior! The warrior who bravely guards the city of the Two Flags! Are you blind when you are a fool? Such a warrior will hide during the battle, and will encourage his companions to flee after the battle is over?"

The glint of despair in the young warrior's eyes turned to astonishment and confusion.

The soldiers around them, who had originally lowered their heads and dared not speak angrily, raised their heads in surprise, with incredible surprise in their eyes, looking at the strong strong man in front of them, as if they finally understood something.

Drogba's gaze swept over the scarred soldiers, and he asked in a loud voice: "Tell me, you come and tell me, did this young man encourage you to abandon the city and flee?"

There was a brief silence.

"Nope. Someone replied in a low voice, and then a few soldiers staggered and said no.

Drogba was furious, grabbed the young soldier's hand, and shouted angrily: "Touch your own conscience, tell me loudly, this young man, this young man who gives you his back in battle, this young man who blocks the enemy's sword for you in battle, this young man who fights side by side with you no matter how many murderous Ajax people you face...... Did he encourage you to run?"

This series of questions, like thunder, resounded in the ears of every soldier, detonating the suppressed anger in their hearts.

"No, my lord, he didn't! no! no!" all the soldiers in the garrison raised their heads and replied in a manner that bordered on a roar.

This sound, like a volcanic magma eruption that has been silent for thousands of years underground, is uniform, reaching into the sky, and the iron and blood qi contained in it changes the color of the heavens and the earth, and almost shatters everyone's eardrums and souls.

The city lord Soroyev and a group of nobles and guards suddenly changed color.

"You told me if he should have been executed?" Drogba asked again.

"No, no, no! no!" replied to him by the angry shouts of the uniformly uniform soldiers, this time without the slightest hesitation.

Drogba patted the young soldier, who was already trembling with excitement and gratitude, and said softly: "Soldier, why are you being punished? ”

"My lord, dare, I dare. Without the slightest hesitation, the young soldier spoke loudly.

Except for Drogba and Pierce, everyone present actually saw it in their eyes and remembered it in their hearts and knew it better than anyone else, but when the young soldier with scars and blood stains on his body roared, and told the story again in a hoarse voice and not very smooth sentences, every soldier in the garrison was violently touched, they were ashamed of their previous silence, and there was a fire burning in everyone's heart, and the fire of anger seemed to burn everything.

"Shut up!" Soroyev shouted, interrupting the young warrior's speech.

The fat city lord felt an extremely bad atmosphere spreading, he couldn't stand this scene, he felt that his dignity and glory as a second-class nobleman of the empire had been provoked, it was simply intolerable.

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The second more.

The book recommended in the previous chapter is really well written, but the narrative seems to be a bit cumbersome, so I would like to state it here.

Brothers who like it and don't have a pen, you can go and have a look.

There are only a few days left before the outbreak, and everyone supports me.