"After careful consideration, I thought that the soldiers of the Ripper Brigade had just arrived, and it was normal for them to be very defensive in the new environment, and it was completely unwarranted to accuse them of being too irritable. Bust was the first to show sincerity, his face full of grief and self-reproach, and no one who saw it would doubt this sincerity, "It's that the soldiers of our regiment are not tolerant enough to treat their new comrades, and I, the captain of the wing, have a great responsibility." ”

He was scolding his mother in his heart.

"No, no, no. Richard waved his hand again and again, anxious as if he had lost his beloved son, "How can this blame Lord Buster, choosing to fight back after being attacked, it is as natural for an elite soldier as eating and drinking, otherwise wouldn't it be a bloodless soft egg?"

"No matter what, it can't be denied that it was the Skar people who did it first, and I, the lord, were the real sinners!"

He was also scolding his mother in his heart.

"It's hard to throw the blame on Lord Richard. Bust came out and continued: "I think the more important reason is that the attack on the hateful Stuart, the soldiers are too excited, so it is difficult to control their emotions. ”

"Master Bust has a point. The lord nodded in agreement, and said in a pretended melancholy tone. "The third-rate army will definitely not have the trouble of soldiers being too excited, but who called us the elite of the elite?"

This sentence was very appetizing to the other generals, and it attracted a smug laugh.

"So what do you mean—" Bederick looked at this and at that, hesitated for a long time before continuing uncertainly, "the main reason for the brawl is ...... Is it the timing?"

"Ah, how much karma will. The lord sighed wistfully.

"Ah, what a bizarre coincidence. Buster was overwhelmed with emotion.

"This ridiculous farce has been created. The two looked at each other helplessly, but they had no choice but to join hands and say in unison.

Buster opened his arms to Richard is a bear hug, he boasted that his fighting spirit was not low, and his explosive power was amazing, and he gritted his teeth at first, intending to teach Richard a lesson and make him suffer a dumb loss.

But he soon found that what he was holding was not like a living person, but more like a solid pig iron statue, and he didn't react at all if he tried his best. And soon the statue began to fight back, its arms tightening like pincers......

"Hmm. A suppressed cry of pain.

Richard swore that he would never be spared, and no one could complain that the lord of Alpine Fort was not tolerant. Otherwise, it will definitely allow others present to see in person what it means to flow feces and urine. And when they parted, Buster's whole face turned red, and he staggered back twice before he could barely stand still.

"That's enough, shut up. With a wave of his hand, Suffolk led the group towards the stone house where the Legion headquarters was located.

He remained silent until he stood at the door of the huge terrain sand table, raised his long pole and pushed the piece representing the dragon's claw a little further, breaking into Stuart's territory.

Suffolk looked at the sand table, his eyes swept between the flags representing the legions and the mountains and rivers in turn, and after a long silence, he said to himself: "The dragon's claw has always been the most trusted elite in all of Pompeii, and this has been the case before, and it will not change in the future. ”

The generals touched the heels of their shoes at the same time, and there was a crisp sound of brushing in unison.

Richard and Béderick, the two outsiders, were slow to react for more than half a beat, but they were both thieves, so they didn't touch them at all.

"This honor we have inherited is too glorious and too heavy for anyone to tarnish it. Therefore, the military discipline of the Dragon's Claw has always been the strictest, and violators have always been dealt with strictly. Suffolk raised his tune, his sonorous voice echoing through the room, unleashing a palpable rage.

If you want to change someone else, you should worry about your own situation, but Richard is not the kind of stunned young man who has never seen the world, he seems to be full of pain, but he secretly pouts in his heart, and his heart has fallen into his stomach.

He knew that the higher the tone was, the more likely it would be to let it go in the end. When it comes to heavy punishment, there is often no superfluous nonsense.

Richard himself has done this more than once in Alpine Fort, and he is reluctant to punish him and can't let it go, so what should he do?

However, this move is becoming more and more difficult for those goblin warriors in Alpine Castle, and it is even more questionable how effective Richard can be. He secretly glanced at Bust with his spare eyes, this guy dragged his helmet with one hand and slightly chin his head at least looked guilty, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"For the sake of strict military discipline, regarding this brawl, this officer has decided as follows. Suffolk said, and the clerk immediately spread out the paper and dipped the pen in ink to prepare the record.

The room was quiet for a moment, except for the rustling of the pencil and the sound of Suffolk flowing slowly.

............

Twenty soldiers are called columns, five columns can form a hundred-man team, ten hundred-man teams form a brigade, and five brigades together form the vanguard of the entire Dragon's Claw Legion.

They set out at dawn in the morning, and five thousand soldiers lined up in a long line of thousands of yards, along with countless carriages, snaking slowly into the distance like snakes.

Lead-gray clouds filled the sky as far as the eye could see, and snowflakes like crushed salt fell sparsely, fell to the ground and quickly melted. The wind was howling, blowing the dead grass all over the ground with snowflakes, and it was also blowing on everyone's face without discrimination.

"This year's snow came exceptionally early. Richard sat on horseback and looked into the distance, searching his intestines for a long time, but still did not find any good poems for the occasion, so he regretfully gave up.

"yes. Bédrick reached out to catch a slowly falling snowflake and watched it melt with the heat of his palm.

"This is undoubtedly the power of the goddess of ice and snow. Buster drove his horse to the right of Bédrick and smiled at the middle-aged priest on his right.

The priest's name was Granling, and his clever head did not grow hair, which was a natural reflection of him.

He was the only one of the ten Ice Priests who had been sent to the Strikers, and he didn't have to think about it to know that he was an unlucky guy who was ostracized. However, after a few days, Richard had a good impression of him, and he was relatively simple in all aspects, which was completely different from the pompous and gorgeous style of ordinary clergy.

The cultivation of divine arts made the ice and snow priests extremely resistant to the cold, and Gran Ling only wore a thin dark blue monk's uniform. He was shaking his head and reciting sour poems such as "O snow, you are so white, so pure", so that everyone who heard it immediately realized that this thing must have no cultural cultivation to speak of.

"Lord Buster, most of the wind and snow are just a normal natural phenomenon, just like the sunrise and sunset, and there is no need to attach to the goddess. "Granling is the right color.

Richard laughed twice, thinking to himself that you would not be excluded or suffered.