The punishment for Richard and Buster was to join the Dragonclaw Strikers, and Béderick's presence was the result of his own initiative.

In fact, the entire 5,000 strikers are composed of 1,000 each of Richard and Bederick, plus three brigades under Buster.

This punishment, in the eyes of the lord of Alpine Castle, can only be regarded as an upgraded version of the punishment of three glasses of wine.

Acting as a vanguard may seem like a mine-mine for the entire legion, but in reality there is never a rule that the enemy must emerge from the front. Since they are preparing to march into the territory of Stuart to fight, it is not safe to say that it is safe, and at most the main force of the center will be better.

The striker was slightly dangerous, but the addition of the striker as a punishment was clearly a carefree one, and it did not surprise Richard earlier.

Suffolk is also a human being, and he also has his own considerations - if the two people present who least want to make trouble are Richard and Buster, then the third place is definitely the captain himself can't run.

As a veteran soldier who has been in the army for half his life, but has been in a staff position, the opportunity to take charge of the army alone is what he dreamed of.

If a person waits for half a lifetime to have a chance to prove himself, he will never allow any unexpected factors to disrupt the situation, even if it is risky.

Therefore, Suffolk will definitely do his best to ensure that the Dragonclaw Legion is fully established, so that he has a better chance of establishing meritorious deeds in the war and vindicating himself.

A large-scale brawl involving thousands of people is not part of the internal affairs that a regiment has the right to deal with. In any country, it must be reported to the Ministry of War and even to His Majesty himself for decision. Concealment and non-reporting, even for a general at the level of a corps commander, is enough to become an indelible stain on his career resume.

If it had been before the day of the brawl, Suffolk might have chosen to throw Richard to the military to protect Buster. But after the brawl, he had already realized that the strength of this previously neglected Ripper brigade was simply not too strong, and the configuration was not too luxurious, and his thoughts naturally changed.

The Ripper Brigade was directly loyal to the Lord of Alpine Fort himself, and once Richard left the Dragon's Claw, the entire force would inevitably withdraw with him.

After all, the whole brawl only lasted for a short time before it ended, and since the two sides were still restrained and did not produce any attrition, the entire impact was basically confined to the legion. If the corps commander personally intervenes to block the information and eliminate the influence, the possibility of hiding from the military department is not very large - but very large.

Normally this would not have happened, but Suffolk did it because he wanted to keep this strong foreign reinforcement.

The strength of the Alpine Fort Ripper Brigade was so strong that he was willing to take a risk for it!

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In the southeast corner of the city of Coron, a small building that is completely different from any architectural style of the day. If you ignore the few small windows for ventilation, it is almost a boxy box, angular and unadorned.

But this simplicity is definitely not due to the embarrassment of the owner, as one can tell by looking at the sentry posts and patrolling guards everywhere. If you can observe carefully and know a little about Pompeii, it is not difficult to find that the two teams of twelve scarlet-clad hoplites at the gate are actually "dark blue swordsmen".

They are armed with the "Deep Blue Magic Sword" that is famous throughout the human world. Since the initial finalization of this standard magic equipment in Pompeii, it will take thousands of years for the number to reach more than eight hundred—that is to say, the entire Pompeii will not have more than nine hundred dark blue swordsmen.

This is the front-line base camp responsible for commanding four legions and more than 100,000 soldiers. Because of this importance, even if it was only a temporary station, it was repaired to perfection by the sappers. The thick granite walls are flanked by a layer of red pine planks, which are sanded with varnish to reveal a brownish-red color. To ensure that the house has a good ability to keep warm from the cold.

Contrary to what most people might think, there are no maps or sand tables in sight, and they are surprisingly dim.

Outside light leaks in only marginally through the ventilation windows on the four walls. In addition, on the other side of the wall, there are more than a dozen clerks busy at the desk, and they have some lights there. This light seemed to be about nothing to a room dozens of yards long and wide, but there was no other light, and most of the place was shrouded in unsightly darkness, dark and quiet, like a dragon's lair.

Actually, it does have an informal name, which is "Dragon's Lair".

Someone snapped their fingers in the darkness, and a bonfire suddenly lit out of the fireplace. With the crackling sound of burning firewood, a dim but warm red glow emanated, far enough to brighten up the room, but barely enough to see a wheelchair not far away.

"Rum. The voice came from a wheelchair, and the extremely standard mainland lingua franca even sounds archaic today because it is too authentic.

After all, the lingua franca that was born in the Age of Titans has not been uniformly calibrated for 10,000 years since the Titans disappeared, and it is inevitable that it has deviated slightly from its original appearance.

The servants of the Dragon's Lair were specially trained to move accurately even in the dim light, and the sound of the liquor quickly sounded and quickly stopped.

"One more. Voices continued to come from the wheelchair.

"My lord, the court doctor said that your physical condition does not allow it. The servant whispered.

"I said some more. "The people in the wheelchair obviously have their own insistence and are not willing to compromise easily. His voice is very good, like the cool but clear water of a lake in autumn, without half a bit of fire.

The gate was suddenly pushed open, and the brilliant sunlight poured in from the outside, expelling the darkness in an instant, turning the "Dragon's Lair" into a bright world.

Walking in alone was His Majesty the King of Pompeii, Sagre, who said as he walked, "You should bask in the sun somewhat. ”

"You know, it doesn't affect my efficiency with or without the sun. "The wheelchair was facing away from the front door, and the servant grabbed the handle on the back of the chair and began to push the wheelchair to steer.

"It's not about efficiency, it's good for the body. Sagre grabbed the bottle and poured it into the glass a little more, "That's it, you really can't drink more." ”

The wheelchair is finally fully turned to the front door, exposing the person in the wheelchair to the sun.

If an outsider sees this scene, he will probably die of a sudden cerebral infarction due to excessive surprise on the spot, and after his death, he will be unable to look at it because his doubts are too strong before his death. Because from the exaggerated facial features and gray-green skin, it is obvious that the person in the wheelchair is a goblin.

Humans are the most successful intelligent race, and Pompeii is one of the three great powers of the human world. With tens of millions of people, hundreds of thousands of standing troops, and a high-level force composed of dragon knights and magisters, it is the top power on the continent!

The goblin who can sit in the Pompeii Expeditionary Headquarters as a master! There is no one of the most despised, despised and stupid and filthy races - goblins!