Kamili was messy, he couldn't have imagined it, it was just a small group of rebels, why it had come to this point.

The whole camp was in chaos, and this chaos was not the sober chaos of the East Battalion, but the complete disorder of chaos.

Camp Xiao, really camp Xiao. Generally speaking, the camp roar is mostly caused by the herd riots caused by the soldiers being overstressed and suddenly panicking and screaming in a special environment. But at this moment, the camp roar here was caused by a sudden killing.

Everyone was screaming in terror, scurrying and slashing blindly with red eyes, turning everything that stood in their way into powder.

Kamili is messy, and Paz is messy. No, to be exact, Paz is inflated. He never expected that it was just a blow from the dying and thriving Tiger Feng He that it could form such a scale.

Wielding a double-edged axe, he split a red-eyed soldier in half, wiped a handful of blood splattered on his face, looked around, and couldn't help laughing.

The whole battalion is already in chaos, and if he can control Moritz, he may have a chance to try to win the throne of the next legion.

After all, at this juncture, neither the Marquis of Enor nor the Moscow side would want to see a failed ending. As long as you can gather people, obey the orders of the superiors, and be an eagle dog with peace of mind, then who is the commander of a battalion, those noble lords actually don't care.

As he thought so, the color of madness and despair in his eyes receded, replaced by a color of greed and cruelty. Turning his head to look in the direction of the back camp, he couldn't help but have a trace of suspicion in his eyes. He could sense that just as he was killing madness on his side, there was a sudden commotion in the depths of the other side. It was precisely because of this commotion, as if they had made an appointment with him, that the entire camp was completely stirred, forming a terrible camp roar, and finally out of control.

But the soldiers who followed him to madness are now scattered not far away, and they have not reached that far at all. So who caused the commotion over there? And the timing was so precise and ingenious.

He gasped heavily, his crimson eyes flashing slightly. It seems that I have heard that a group of rout soldiers came before them, and now the so-called rout, who else can there be besides those who have retreated from the Dongda Battalion? Could it be that some old brother heard his movements, so he came to echo himself? If this is the case, the anti-guest main thing will be three points more certain.

"Bunnies, work hard, our reinforcements are coming. Take Joseph and Moritz, and this camp will be ours. He thought of something and screamed aloud.

The rebels were originally cornered, completely frantically destroyed, with the intention of ending up together. At this moment, I suddenly heard that there were reinforcements on my side, and my spirits were lifted. Hearing Path's last sentence, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement in their hearts.

"Ulla!" The rebels cheered in unison, and the weapons in their hands became more powerful, but because of the lack of the madness of the death, the offensive was not as fierce as before, and finally gave the soldiers of the Northern Battalion a chance to breathe.

However, Paz did not know this. After all, he was only a soldier, far from the battlefield sensitivity of a commander. After shouting, he was dreaming of being promoted to corps commander, and he was completely immersed in the beautiful imagination, shouting and roaring to fight around, turning around and rushing towards the big tent of the Chinese army.

Catching Joseph and Moritz was the only thought on his mind at the moment. As for the back camp, it's up to the old fellow who doesn't just have one. Since the other party can cooperate with him so tacitly, he will not let himself down in the future.

He didn't know that just as his side turned to charge at the big tent of the Chinese army, the old guy he didn't know was also leaning over with a group of killing gods. As for the back camp, the chaos over there is not the same, who will care if they live or die.

Kami's pale, hoarse voice made the group that had been easily gathered set up several lines of defense, and he turned back and ran. He had to report the accident to the corps commander in the shortest possible time. I also want to remind His Excellency the Legion Commander that that Joseph is not credible, absolutely not credible!

If it weren't for that Joseph, how could such a thing happen to the North Battalion? And the most important thing is that since that Joseph has a problem, he is following the legion commander at this time, and once there is an outbreak, His Excellency the legion commander will be very bad. And at this time, if something happens to His Excellency the Legion Commander, the entire Beida Battalion will really be finished.

Thinking like this, he almost wished to get to Moritz in one step. However, fortunately, the riot has not yet reached this side, although there are not many hastily assembled teams, but it is barely possible to abandon the battalion roar of the rear camp and only intercept the rebels in the thirties and forties. As long as His Excellency the Legion Commander is fine, then hold on for a while, and wait for the dozens of patrols sent out to return, and this rebellion can be easily extinguished.

"What's going on! What are you doing?" finally arrived, Camiri gasped sharply, but at a glance Moritz standing in the doorway, his face full of anger, after hearing his shouting, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and tears almost fell.

But just as he was about to answer, he suddenly saw another person walking out, and his eyes widened in an instant, and the whole person collapsed like a spring, and suddenly rushed over.

His movements were so abrupt that the guards surrounding him didn't have time to react before he rushed to Moritz's side. Then, with his backhand, he pulled Moritz behind him to block it, and then stared nervously at Joseph with a blank face, and vigilantly aimed his handcuff at him.

Moritz was also stunned, and he staggered several steps before he could stand firmly, and when he shook his head and calmed down, he saw Kamili pointing a gun at Joseph, and couldn't help but shout: "Kamiri, what are you doing, are you crazy!"

"No, Your Excellency, I'm fine. Camilli said without looking back, and the handcuff in his hand pointed firmly at Joseph again: "Actually, it is your friend who has a problem. The men he brought with him were indeed rebels, and before we could do anything, they attacked first. They are the ones who are causing the chaos out there now. There was a battalion roar in the entire rear battalion, and on the front side, the guards could only barely resist it. Your Excellency, we have been deceived. And this shameful liar has not only deceived you, but I am afraid it will also be against you. ”

Both Moritz and Joseph were shocked. Moritz looked at Joseph in a daze, he couldn't believe that his best friend would betray him.

And Joseph was even more dumbfounded, completely unaware of the changes in front of him. I haven't even sat on a hot stool, why have I become a liar in the cold?

Wait, what did Kamiri just say? Rebels? Oh my God!

He shuddered suddenly, and finally caught the key to it. In an instant, I couldn't help but break down in a cold sweat.

Could it be that the group that held him hostage was really a rebel? No, no, to be exact, it should be a spies! Wasn't his own Dongda battalion destroyed at the hands of this gang of spies?

Hey, it's still not right. That Paz, he ...... He was indeed from his own eastern camp, and he would never be mistaken. But what Kamiri just said was that Paz and the others attacked them first, could it be that Paz ......

For a while, he felt a mess in his mind, and he couldn't figure out the strangeness anymore.

Moritz looked at him fixedly, and after seeing that this childhood friend was accused of being a spy by his own herald, he didn't even say a word to refute it, only lowered his head and was silent, and his eyes couldn't help but flash with deep disappointment and pain.

But how did he know that at this moment, his friend himself was in a daze, and he was puzzled, and how could he refute him? It was this situation that further deepened the misunderstanding.

"Joseph, I'm disappointed! I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation in the future. Moritz took a deep breath and tried to calm down his complicated feelings. I didn't ask anything more, just spit out this sentence lightly.

As a qualified military commander, he knew exactly what he was supposed to do now. Interrogation, suspicion, or doubt, must be done after the riot has been quelled.

"Immediately recall the patrols that have gone out, let the sentries add two sentries to each place, and extend them another five miles, without the slightest slack!" he said without looking at Joseph, turning to walk out, while calmly issuing an order to Kamiri.

In the face of chaos, he was not in a hurry or impatient, while arranging a solution, and at the same time not forgetting to be vigilant, and even increased his vigilance more than usual, and the "Shield of Moscow" really lived up to its name.

"Yes, Your Excellency, the recall order has been communicated and it is expected that within an hour, the patrol will return one after another. As for the police posts, I'll arrange for them to go ahead. Camilli followed, reaffirming the order and carrying it out.

Moritz was noncommittal, his steps were not the slightest bit agitated, and he kept his steady pace like a ruler.

"Let's see how capable those rebels are to dare to penetrate into my camp. Hey, good guts, good spirit. He said lightly, his tone was calm and indifferent, without a trace of fluctuation.

But Kamiri, who was beside him, knew that His Excellency the Legion Commander was really angry at this time, and he was angry to the extreme. The dignified "Moscow Shield" was actually touched into the belly, which was like a loud slap in the face. With His Excellency Moritz's proud disposition, how can he be embarrassed, and how will he face the ridicule and ridicule of his country?

Well, damned rebels, may God bless them. You must know that although the commander of the Moritz regiment is known as the "shield of Moscow", there is actually another name in addition to this, that is, the "Butcher of Blood"!

Thinking that this name was just circulated in private, Kamili couldn't help but shudder, and a tremor rose from the bottom of his heart. Outsiders may not know it, but as someone who has been following Moritz all along, he knows very well what horror this name represents.