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"The first layer of defense has been completely torn apart, and the nearby displaced people have moved to the imperial capital, and the specific number is unknown."

Truss read out the documents that came in the early morning, and the Black Country took advantage of the night to complete a simple invasion.

"An undeclared sneak attack?"

"Yes, nomadic tribes are like that, meanness is a natural attribute, and it is difficult to deal with them."

Truss's contemptuous tone, contemptuous of the way of the invasion.

"According to the passage of time, I'm afraid it's about to be on the verge of the imperial capital!"

I estimate the proportion of the condensed map, which is about a day if it is a nomadic cavalry rush.

"It's the Sixth Corps that is stationed on defense, even if it doesn't preach it, it can't be a rout, what the hell is the situation."

"Truss, get ready to rush to the front, contact our guys, it's time for a response."

"Is it finally going to end before the beginning of the new year?"

"Perhaps, this is the rotation of the gears of fate, Honkai!"

Refugees along the way, hurrying and sneaking in a controlled order, cavalry deployed on either side, wearing royal seals.

The withering winter seems to have a nourishing life, but it does not retain the fear that restricts the wanderer's heart.

"Bell, ah!"

The rubbing teeth, hesitating to be soothed by the medicine, the clumsy body, not yet out of the entanglement, very stiff.

"Well, if you are completely loose, you will be despised!"

A bitter, viscous liquid that spreads through the inner walls of the throat and then throughout the body.

"Whew, it's a terrible situation, a weak body, no flaws at all."

"It's okay, Xiao Yi will take care of Bell!"

"Well, actually, is this what is called romance?"

"Stupid! Not really! ”

Ran, who was hiding in his pocket, also poked his head out, shyly watching the lazy Madara wagging his tail.

The strong wind, seeping through the cracks, hit my face.

"Young Master, are you awake?"

The deep voice outside the carriage was Coats, who had inquired about the news, and had turned back.

"Well, what's going on at the front?"

"In the early hours of last night, the cavalry raided Newcastle City, and the defense system was paralyzed, so there was almost no resistance and it was captured."

"A spy's response?"

"For the time being, it can't be locked, and the scattered Sixth Corps is temporarily regrouped in nearby villages. In addition, the Seventh Corps has also arrived, and plans are underway to retake the city. ”

"Let's go straight to the village, I'm going to participate in this planning!"

The brisk horse's hooves are speeding forward, missing the silent scenery.

The makeshift tent, extinguished to ashes, was like a gloomy stalemate inside.

"Where did the child come from, he dared to invade the barracks!"

"Please suppress your excitement for the time being, otherwise, you will be punished!"

"Threatened? Hum! ”

After the non-commissioned officer sneered at him, he threw himself at the calm coat, and he was thrown to the ground heavily.

"Do you want to refuse the intervention of the Bella family?"

The trembling crowd grinned slightly, staring at each other in a trance, communicating briefly.

"No, you're the Marquis of Bell?"

"What, is there a deviation from what is written?"

"It was my negligence, Acting Commander of the Sixth Corps, Speights greetings you!"

A tall man with scars engraved on his face, soft vicissitudes.

"Agent? And what about the previous regimental commander? ”

"There's no message yet, so I'm on standby!"

"Do you hear your loneliness from afar, crushed by fear?"

"No, from the first moment you put on the armor, death has evolved into enlightenment!"

"Why is that? Pent-up emotions! ”

I was leaning against a stake propped up by the side, my body messing around.

"It was the 7th Corps, who ignored my advice and prepared to bombard Newcastle with artillery. However, there are still nearly 10,000 civilians in the city, and that is annihilation, massacre! ”

"Coats, you deal with it, no matter what the means!"

"Yes, even if it's a perfect encounter!"

Coats exited the tent and could hear the melody of bones rubbing.

"Is there any involvement from the rest of the forces?"

"Not for the time being, what do you command, Marquis?"

"Block all nearby traffic and release only refugees!"

"Do you reject them all?"

"Well, in addition, I will trouble you to repeat the details of last night."

The stiff body actually began to recover, probably smelling the touch of death, and couldn't help but become active.

"It was about three o'clock in the morning, and there was a low-level mistake in the order of the garrison, and it was ten minutes after it was neglected, and the cavalry of the Black Country broke into the city."

"Don't you think it's strange that it's so accidental?"

"So I've investigated all the lookouts, and there's no suspense in their identities, just a rotating schedule, modified by mysterious tentacles."

Speights took a stack of papers out of his pocket and spread it out for display.

"Marquis, please look here, the copying of the handwriting is absolute, but if you calm down a little, you will not be deceived."

"Well, is this schedule issued in advance?"

"Well, but according to the convention, I dare not estimate the difficulty of being able to change concepts unconsciously!"

Speights wiped the cold sweat from his sideburns, blocking his progressive thinking.

"Is that a ghost? Do you accept this rhetoric? ”

"Marquis, as a human being in the new era, I reject all religious brainwashing, but this time, it is germination!"

"Perhaps, that's it!"

Speights stared at me in amazement, his deep, shallow pupils constantly dilating and contracting.

"Young master, prey, it's been caught!"

Following the source of the sound, everyone walked out of the camp, and the general, bound to a wooden frame, his bloated body like a suckling pig waiting to be roasted.

"Barbarians, I want to complain, your atrocities!"

"Oh? Sounds shocking, Coats, is there any way to cut off the voice? ”

"Cut out your tongue, and your words will be slurred, young master!"

Coats pulled a dagger from his boot and, with a slight swing, the stake was cut off.

"Hey, Speights, are you at the mercy of these naïve teenagers? What about your zealous blood? ”

"I'm sorry, even if I was humiliated and ignored by you, even if I was merciful, in front of this young master, I was as small as an ant."

"The acting school, the acting head of the warlord, grovels at the feet of the child, who believes this kind of statement?"

"Shut up, do you still want to protest brutally?"

Coats stomped on the general's fingers and crushed them.

"Ah, fuck off, my reinforcements will make you miserable!"

"Reinforcements? Do you mean the audience over there laughing at you? ”

The soldiers squatting on the side were secretly happy.

"What are you doing in a daze, arrest these brutes!"

The general's shouts were dissolved by the air current, and the rest of the people were numb and indifferent.

"Capello, are the people you have abused abandoning you?"

"Spets, you fuck off, invite mercenaries!"

"Mercenary, are you talking about me? Young master, whether you are violent, gentle or cruel. ”

"Just be gentle, moisturize slowly, and then you can call it torture."

Coats tore off the strip of cloth covering his chest, the emblem of the Silver Wolf.

"Hmph, it's like a kind of beast, a cunning wolf!"

"Capello, don't blame me for being vicious, do you remember the Third Corps? Their brooches, what are they? ”

"Remembrance? What, is ......"

Capello's dementia froze in the cold wind, motionless.

"Yes, Angel of Trembling Souls!" (To be continued.) )