"Hack!"

"Smack!"

It was the movement of the crossbow gear of the city rusher, and the master could hear it from more than ten miles away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Did you hear that? There are garrisons in the city, and they can handle it, and if we go, we will think that we are grabbing credit, and it is thankless. The gray rabbit found his position.

"Do you believe this yourself?" Anyway, the trap didn't believe it: "Just the few crooked melons and cracked dates in the city gate building, it's a miracle that they haven't died until now!" "His ears are very smart, but he doesn't have the ears of rabbit ears." What do you hear! ”

A prodigy like him, who is gifted with deaf ears, must have some secret to not being ridiculed by loud voices if he does not become insane - just like today's rabbit ears, when he wants to sleep, thunder in the sky cannot wake him up.

"......" The trap saw that he didn't react: "Dog nose, what do you smell!" ”

The "dead man" dog nose has long hated his ability to smell flies farting a kilometer away, "There are a lot of stinky monsters eating a lot of stinky dead people, there is a ...... What smells the most. He sniffed carefully and added, "That guy must have a ******." ”

"Gray Rabbit, did you hear that? So many people have died! The trap found an entry point and hurriedly borrowed the question to play: "The hound is my brother, and I am sad that he is dead, but, if the hound is still here, do you think he will sit idly by and let the **** monster spoil the innocent civilians?" ”

"Where are they innocent......" Gray Rabbit had to argue.

Turkey interrupted their argument with a wave of his hand. He had just finished nibbling on the whole piece of dry food, and now he calmed down and turned slightly to look at the smoking Aragorn.

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The barracks of 20,000 people did not have 20,000 people, but there were one hundred and two terrible monsters, who could he blame Aragorn for this?

Arnold was in a daze at the door of the makeshift command room, probably not enough to wake up his drunken soul with the monster beast out of the cage. But the five-whip wine he carried with him made the morning light, which had been languishing for ten minutes, regain his human appearance: "Why haven't the reinforcements ****** arrived yet!" Chenguang almost went berserk: "Are Simon's bastards growing mushrooms?" ”

"It is said that ......" the Warrior Association has set up operational staff officers at the squadron level, how much does it distrust the intelligence of the military commander, the fat intestine chief of staff said: "It is said that it should have arrived a long time ago, maybe there was an accident on the road." "Fat intestine is from the northern Green Card County, and I heard that there is a bloodline from the Mage Guild. The words that came out were not necessarily much better than the morning light.

"When it comes to the end, none of them can be relied on, the ten squads of Ximen can't be counted on, and the support of the three military towns has not even been a shadow until now, if the ****** assassins attack, let's ......" Think about it, the Assassin Association seems to have not visited for many years. Just before today, if someone told him that there was a war to be fought, he would not believe it first.

"We, Aragorn, are the victims of the screams, aren't we?" Licorice's self-deprecating sneer hung on the corners of his mouth, and he mercilessly lifted the scars on everyone's hearts: "The slower we die, the more thoughtful they are." They can win a big battle! Licorice simply threw the tracing pen on the table: "Aragorn without the field legion, in the eyes of the above, the only role is to put two cloud-piercing arrows before dying!" ”

The fat intestine felt that being too pessimistic would affect the judgment of the chief officer: "Maybe they haven't figured out the situation yet, and they are negotiating with the Assassin Association!" This view is not necessarily positive. Gather intelligence first, then mobilize troops, find out who the enemy is, know who you are, and then launch a tentative attack, seek opportunities to strategically defend and counterattack, and finally ...... In the end, the daylilies were all cold, and hundreds of thousands of people in Aragon were ****** spiders' droppings overnight!

Chenguang pinched his waist with one hand, and touched the stubble of his chin with the other, and his brain, which had little capacity, was about to burn out. How could he not have known about Aragorn's status as a jester? The establishment of one squadron in Aragorn is almost equal to that of twenty squadrons and one brigade of the Assassin Association! But look at the ratio of personnel quality to weapons...... Is he worthy of the Assassins' Guild's high-ranking samurai? Not to mention the perverted Donetsk county has a temple called Buu! There are some things that everyone knows in their hearts, but no one is as outspoken as licorice - the sacrifices made by Aragon as a strategic buffer zone for free trade are simply sensational, and the people they are still dreaming of making a fortune every day.

"what we're going to do? Sit here and wait to die, right? Morning Light whined hysterically. Past battles have no reference value at all, and the success of the most recent battle of the Aragonese defense all relied on a certain great hero, but this stubborn and invulnerable hero died in the big tournament a few hours ago, and died like a happy death.

"It would be nice if the stubborn stone was still there, how can there be a master now?" The morning light muttered to himself. The strength of the demon beast is obvious to all, according to Chalk, the weakest one can beat his team. If there were no super masters in front of him, the five hundred cannon fodder under his Chenguang hand would definitely not last the next twenty minutes.

It's ridiculous that he thought earlier that he had caught up with the good times, that Aragon had been peaceful and peaceful for decades, that it was prosperous in trade with various associations, and that it was no longer the "Aragonese military town that was too lazy to build infrastructure and was ready to be destroyed at any time", that people who defecated in the open used flush toilets, that the nobles from other places had a fashion of snuff smoking, that he did not have to go to the front line as an officer, that he made a fortune guarding the city gate building, and that he had nothing to do to visit the kiln without spending money, and that he would wake up happily in his dreams.

No one expected that.

It's all an afterthought.

"Chalk, where are the Yelia now?" Awakened by the morning light, the fat intestine was witless, and remembered the bear of Aragon who had just come out of the mountain, if she was willing to stand up to the front, Aragon would be saved.

"......" Chalk lowered his hand and lowered his head: "Sir, I saw Yelia go crazy after competing with a temple of the same level, and pounced on the crowd with the intention of harming the innocent...... ...... all."

"How's it going?" Licorice and Morning Light speak in unison.

"It's gone." Chalk has one thing to say, so it is less likely to complain. To be honest, the reason why he is willing to be honest here is that it is much safer to stay in the middle of the army than to feed monsters in the open air. Otherwise, he would definitely be more perfunctory and perfunctory to these door-picking guests who don't pay for the kiln.

"It is better to ask for others than for yourself." Licorice clenched his fists and clicked, the vigorous fighting spirit and the resentment in his chest complemented each other, as a backbone of the intermediate samurai, he never stopped the rigorous training for a day, and what he was preparing for was to meet such a day "No one cares about our life or death, it's all the cause and effect that we planted." ”