The Heavy Cavalry Commander will refer to Thunderstorm. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What kind of edict!?bullshit rules!!Lao Tzu has His Majesty's dictation!If that bastard Ragus doesn't get out again, tell Lao Tzu about the fact that no one returned to the team last night. General Ben went in with his own hands and pulled him out!" Thunderstorm's foul-mouthed right elbow caught the helmet of the heavy captain, and pulled it up, lifting the opponent's feet off the ground.

"General, I'm one of those who didn't return last night!" the hoplite captain cried out in panic as he saw his feet leave the ground.

"Boy. Lie in front of Lao Tzu, you are still a hundred years early. Thunderstorm grabbed the heavy captain's belt with his left hand, and with a single hand, he lifted him high above his head.

"General, the villain really didn't lie! the little one really didn't return last night..." The hoplite captain's tears and snot flowed from the cracks in his helmet, and he shouted loudly for mercy. Thunderstorm, on the other hand, continued to lift him high in the air with one hand effortlessly.

"Your Excellency, General. The captain really didn't lie! Because yesterday, the Five Elements Chamber of Commerce shipped a large number of goods, so we were busy unloading the goods until late. So, Ragus and Captain Firid left us at the construction site and held an open-air banquet.

At the banquet, everyone was drunk, so they didn't return to the camp all night. Near the entrance to the construction site, a soldier dressed in turquoise armor and with a mid-bladed sword pinned to his waist, like an adjutant of the captain of the hoplites, hurried to the thunderstorm's side, lying on the ground to explain.

"Your Excellency, Captain, you're not lying!—"... For a while, all the soldiers at the entrance of the construction site saw this, and they fell on the ground one after another, pleading for mercy. Although, their captain is not a fart in the eyes of the thunderstorm, but for them, the county official is not as good as the current management. Whoever dares to make a mistake at this time will definitely not be able to eat and walk around when he turns back.

"Since you guys all say so. Alright, you two will go with General Ben to meet Ragus now. Be sure to make the ins and outs of this matter clear with Lao Tzu. Thunderstorm glanced around the soldiers lying on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and then continued to hold the heavy armor captain high with his left hand, and took two steps in front of the adjutant.

"Ah...h Thunderstorm grabbed the soldier's belt with his right hand and lifted him into the air like a basket.

"Your Excellency, General. Could you please let us down, okay?" saw this, and pleaded with Thunderstorm.

"Wow. In this way, Lao Tzu also walked faster. Then the Thunderstorm lifted the captain of the heavy loaders with a sudden release of his left hand. The captain of the pawn fell straight down. But just as he landed at elbow level with the leader of the Heavy Cavalry.

Thunderstorm pinched the captain's torso with his extremely thick left arm, as thick as the heavily's waist, and pinched the captain in his elbow.

"General!--Please put us back on the ground!--" The adjutant begged with a cry of horror on his face.

"But you Tamar are too slow!" said Thunderstorm, who, despite the cries of the heavy captain and adjutant, did not answer, and rushed into the construction site with one in his right hand and one in his left arm. When the other soldiers saw this, none of them dared to step forward to stop them.

"Ragus, you bastard! Get out of here with Lao Tzu!" As soon as he entered the construction site, the thunderstorm ran wildly and shouted insults at the same time.

"Ouch. It turned out to be His Excellency the Thunderstorm General?--Ragus has missed the distance and has come to accompany him. When Ragus heard the shouting, and saw the thunderstorm, he immediately went forward, clasped his hands into fists, and saluted, and in a strange and pretentious gesture of friendship, he thought: You fool Zhentama is arrogant.

Although he served in the First Army in the same way as the commander of the Heavy Cavalry Corps, the nature of his duties was different and the area he was stationed in was also different. The two rarely saw each other, didn't know each other well, and never fought each other. Thunderstorm is the general of the Praetorian Guard who has been by Memphis' side for many years. Ragus was always in the barracks of the First Swordsmen stationed at the border.

"It seems that you bastard, you still know the proper etiquette to the chief. Commander Ragus, are you alright?" Thunderstorm loosened his arms and threw the captain and lieutenant he was carrying and clamping to the ground, and asked rhetorically in Ragus's tone. As soon as the captain and adjutant landed, they fled not far away.

"Thank you for your concern. I'm okay too. After Ragus stood up straight, he replied with a forced smile, but he cursed in his heart: You Tamar are bastards!

"Good. General Ben is a cheerful person who naturally likes to talk without dragging his feet. Thunderstorm suddenly put his right hand in front of Ragus's eyes to shake his hand.

"This ?..." Ragus stared at the thunderstorm with his eyes fixed on the terrifyingly thick arm stretched out in front of him, not knowing for a moment how to respond.

"Ragus. Do you look down on General Ben!?" Seeing the hesitation on the face of the red-clothed swordsman, the commander of the Heavy Cavalry Legion immediately looked impatient to wait for the threat.

"Not really, Your Excellency. When Ragus heard this, he stretched out his two hands with a smile on his face, and stepped forward to grasp the terrifyingly thick right palm of Thunderstorm together.

"If you don't look down on Lao Tzu, just explain what good you did here last night and explain it to Lao Tzu!" Seeing this, Thunderstorm suddenly laughed. On his hideous face, the beast-like gaze was especially terrifying.

"Ouch!—Your Excellency, what are you doing!?" Ragus suddenly writhed his arms and wailed.

Thunderstorm grabbed Ragus's right hand with his thick right hand like a giant vice, squeezed it tightly, lifted the entire right arm of the red-clothed swordsman, and glared at the other man's eyes like a beast staring at its prey.

"Your Excellency, General. You pull my hand like this. How can I answer your question?" Ragus replied as calmly as he could with his toes and his torso twisting his body, while his left hand clenched the saber pinned to his waist, and his head was covered in cold sweat.

"Uhh!!h I saw that the thunderstorm made the metacarpal bone of the red-clothed swordsman's right hand gurgle, and lifted the opponent's feet off the ground in midair.

"You don't want General Ben to rip your entire arm off. Don't play any tricks with Lao Tzu, hurry up and tell me honestly!" the thunderstorm continued to pull at Ragus's right arm, threatening like a tiger staring at a lamb. The red-clothed swordsman gritted his teeth and sweated in pain as if he had been tortured.

"Your Excellency General Thunderstorm. How can you do this, and let Captain Ragus speak to you?" a palm, with an iron glove, suddenly reached out from the back of the thunderstorm and rested on his frighteningly thick right arm.

"Who!?—" Thunderstorm suddenly felt his right arm as if it had been struck by a spell of energy and lightning, so his right hand let go of Ragus's right palm, clenched it into a fist, and punched the man standing behind him with a punch.

The man standing behind the commander of the Heavy Cavalry Corps squatted down extremely quickly and calmly, rolling on the spot, and suddenly moved five or six meters away from where the thunderstorm was standing. This man is none other than Fried.

"Your Excellency, General. Why be angry when you have something to say?" Fielded stood up, smiling and persuading Thunderstorm.

"Hmph, ha, ha, ha, ha! Who said that Lao Tzu was angry? General Ben came here today just to ask about the fact that the soldiers did not return last night. Seeing this, Thunderstorm looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. This man thinks very highly of himself, and he has long wanted to compete with Fried.

"Since the general is not angry. On behalf of all the officers and men here, I would like to welcome you here. As he spoke, Fried stretched out his right hand, which was wearing iron fists, toward the thunderstorm.

"Do you think Lao Tzu will be afraid of you when you say such polite words!???!!!

Immediately afterward, the commander of the Heavy Cavalry held his head high and looked down at Fried, and stretched out his right arm, which was pinched together with the Iron Fist of the Twin Swordsmen. Although Fride's height is more than two meters, he is still more than a head shorter than Thunderstorm.

The two shook hands with each other like this, glared at each other fiercely with their eyes, and kept fighting. The thunderstorm that is much taller than Fride, and whose palms are much larger than those of the Twin Swordsmen, can be said to have used his big hands to pinch Fride's entire hand in the palm of his hand.

Gradually, however, the Commander of the Heavy Cavalry Corps had all his hair standing up (his hair was originally standing upright), his expression became more and more solemn, and beads of sweat continued to roll down his face.

But Fried's expression never changed, and he kept smiling at the thunderstorm calmly. After a while, a puff of green smoke came out of the middle of the two of their right hands that were holding each other.

"Your Excellency, General. Your friendliness has been made clear enough. Look, both of our hands are already smoking. Seeing this, Fried teased in a joking tone.

"That's fine. Let's get down to business!" Thunderstorm heard Field's suggestion, found the stairs and immediately descended. So almost at the same moment, the two of them released each other's right palms that were holding each other.

"Captain Ragus. Did you stay up all night last night because of a drinking hangover?" Thunderstorm turned around and interrogated Ragus in a routine tone.