It was late at night, and Maryse lay on a rudimentary straw mat, her limbs spread out in large characters, and the thick handmaiden massaged her stiff joints vigorously. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe icy night breeze lifted the corner of the curtain, and the Marquis of Sigimond walked in silently, waving his hand lightly, and the maid nodded, bowed and exited the tent. Maryse glanced at her father and looked away.

"Marys, do you know what's wrong?" The Marquis of Sigimunds moved a stool and sat down in front of Marys, his voice soft, though he was questioning.

"That's right." Marice stiffened her neck and rolled over with some difficulty, leaving Marquis Siggimond with an impatient back. Marquis Sigimond smiled good-naturedly, and moved the stool to the other side, "Mobilize the army out of the camp without authorization, and fight with the people in the neutral area of Silver Lake Town, all the Valkyries have fallen, and you have become a prisoner of the stairs, and you have been released to the front of our army's barracks...... Tell me, what's wrong with you? ”

"That's right, that's right!" Maryse's voice was like a cold hard stone, and she couldn't turn over for a while, so she simply closed her eyes and ignored the Marquis of Sigiesmond.

"A few years ago, Dallus once showed me a copy of Pendezhi, and Brochette commented on it: 'A famous general, but the army is not strictly governed.'" At that time, I was still not convinced, picked up the march to fight, lined up the troops, Fieldsweili I humbled myself second, who dared to sit in the first position? Björn was only a genius in sports warfare and guerrilla warfare, and the Marquis of Aydin dared to fight to the death but did not know how to do it, and the Marquis of Airy—" he sneered slightly, "without Hercules, he was just a thug who indulged in alcohol all day long." The entire Fieldsway, the aristocratic general who can do the ban, is the only one! Why did Brochette make such an irresponsible judgment when he lived far away in Pande? ”

"But until now, I don't know what the so-called lax management of the army is." Marquis Siggimond stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his daughter's hair, "I spoil you so much that you can ignore my presence in front of the soldiers." The military order is like a mountain, but you don't take it seriously, the last siege of the city, let you not go deep alone, follow behind Darros, fight steadily, you have to be greedy and rash, and directly rush into the dragon knight line that is waiting for you. If it weren't for Dallus's death, you'd probably still be in Livingston's jail. ”

"Who wants him to save it? If it weren't for his nosy, Pande's first-class martial artists would have had my name long ago! Maise said as she twisted her head to dodge Siggimond's hand, but her voice was much quieter because of her lack of confidence.

"Do you think that the gap between a quasi-first-class martial artist and a first-class martial artist is really small?" The Marquis of Siggimond's tone suddenly became stern, "What a mistake! A first-class warrior, the ability to read the battle situation is definitely not inferior to any battle-hardened famous general, you have defeated Kaye before, but don't forget, that encounter under Nudabao ended with the victory of the lioness! How strong is the force of the individual? Can you win a war by fighting alone, so bravely and ruthlessly? You're not superb! How many times have you been able to survive two rounds against Hercules? ”

Mary's eyes were still closed, and her lips were pursed into rebellious lines, but she had completely lost the confidence to resist this time. The Marquis of Sigimunds poked her head lightly: "Not convinced? Give you a chance to make meritorious contributions. I will draw a hundred men from each of the Warriors and the Yongquan Guard, and after you have recovered, you will rush to the town of Pohulaban overnight. ”

"Don't go!" Maryse said sullenly.

"Really?" Marquis Sigimond smiled, "This is your chance to get revenge, that young man will most likely have thoughts about our logistics base." ”

Maryse opened her eyes, and the light flashed: "Really? ”

"Since he was Fieldsway's enemy, it was impossible for Livingston's side not to hear about it. Ivanles is not a fool, he knows that he will have little chance of winning if he continues to consume me like this, and there is such a strong man who is hostile to Fields in Silver Lake Town, he will definitely find a way to contact him. Marquis Sigimond said slowly, "Let's prepare for the worst, in case Ivan Les does come to some kind of agreement with that young strong man, then the Pohulaban who stores our army's food and grass will definitely be their first target!" He patted Maryse on the head, "How about tying him to my horse?" ”

Marise didn't hide this time, staring straight at her father: "It's a word." ”

"Of course." The Marquis of Sigimond got up, lifted the curtain and went out.

The cold night breeze blew in his face, and the Marquis of Sigimond crossed his arms, and Daros beside him duly draped him in a heavy coat. The Marquis of Siggimond rubbed his hands together and strode forward, and when he had reached a certain distance, he lowered his voice: "Write a letter, transfer Hercules to the garrison of Pohulaban!" By tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to see him in Pohuraban! ”

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Pande's nights were never safe, and the robbers were more difficult and dangerous than the wolves foraging for food, and even the most efficient Salionian merchants would not easily risk walking at night in order to save a few more dinars for the night in the hotel. But sometimes the night is also an excellent cover, and Pan Deshang does not know how many battles that seem to be a foregone conclusion have been reversed by a desperate long-distance attack, as if a sharp knife tore through the camouflage of the night, and resolutely handed over an assassination destined to be incomparably brilliant in the history of war!

It was already the middle of the night, and only the lights of the city of Affendor were left, and the sound of the waves of the inland sea gently filled the streets and alleys, and the guards on duty at the city gates leaned on their halberds, yawning and waiting for the change of guard.

The wheels of the carriage creaked across the ground, mingled with the sound of horses' hooves and footsteps, from far to near, and finally stopped at the gates. The guard blinked his eyelids with all his might, and found that a convoy was stopping in front of him, and a man with a leading appearance came up with a torch, and handed over a piece of paper somewhat rudely, which almost poked him in the chin: "We are going out of the city." ”

The guard looked down and saw that it was a pass issued by the Sarion Merchants' Guild, and he waved his hand a little impatiently: "Come out, come out, you profiteers are really, you don't go out early or late, just in time for the military master to doze off." He flipped the mechanism, and the gates slowly opened to the sides.

"Huh." The man laughed twice, as if with disdain, with contempt, but in any case the implication was quite irritating. The guard was irritated by the other party's frivolous attitude, and his drowsiness was swept away, and the halberd slammed into the ground: "What do you mean? ”

"Huh!" The men in the convoy turned their heads in unison, their eyes focused, and their gazes were like real spears in the light of the fire! The guard's heartbeat skipped half a beat at that moment, thinking that he had hit a wall of knives head-on! Only then did he notice that the escort in front of him was different from all the caravan guards he had taken pictures of before, and unlike the mercenaries who were talking about it whenever and wherever they were, this escort had not made any sound except for the captain who had come up to negotiate with him, and had remained silent throughout, and their facial expressions were highly consistent, as solemn as ascetics in the firelight. The guard realized that the unit in front of him might not be an ordinary caravan guard, he didn't want to set himself on fire, and waved his hand a little embarrassedly: "It's okay, it's okay, I was a little cold just now." Let's go, let's go. ”

"Huh." The captain laughed again, this time the guards did not dare to attack again, and watched the escort leave Alfendor in silence, and enter the darkness of the wilderness in silence.