"......" Kia's whole body froze, one foot that stepped out of the air froze, and he looked at Eshu wordlessly, as if trying to see a few holes in him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Don't look at me with that kind of look, dragging a super-first-class martial artist for nearly an hour, and dealing with a quasi-first-class martial artist with extremely strong personal strength, who do you think I am, Dante?" Eshua asked rhetorically, "Thirty-five minutes, no more." ”

"How do you do that?" Kea asked.

"I fought against Oruba when I was in the Empire, and I used him as a benchmark."

"How long did you hold it up at that time?"

"In less than five minutes." Eshua replied firmly.

Kia couldn't wait to dig out a piece of frozen soil from the ground and smash it in Esso's face: "So how did you calculate the result in thirty-five minutes!" ”

"I had injuries in both arms. If it's in good condition, it should-" Eshy's voice cut off suddenly, and the group had already touched the campfire, Eshu pulled out his dagger and covered the sentry's mouth directly from behind, slitting his throat cleanly. Like a rooster on a chopping board, the sentry struggled a few times before gradually moving away. The relaxed smile had not yet completely faded from his face, and the horror had filled his bursting eyes, and he was awakened from his sweet sleep by severe pain, and the next second he fell straight into a dark nightmare. Estheu let go of his hand and straightened the sentinel's body, making it look like he was still snoring with his head down, only the sound of blood "ticking", like a second hand running on a clock announcing death.

"It should last about thirty minutes." Eshyus said softly, and he stood up and walked into the Porhuraban.

The inhabitants of the village have been driven away, and the only people who can roam freely in the village at night are the soldiers on duty, but for now most of them gather around the campfire to drink. Hercules walked a few blocks away, and some cheered and raised their wine bags at him, they did not know the identity of Hercules, but they all had a great affection for the young man who brought them wine and meat. Hercules smiled and nodded in response to a few of them, and turned the corner to see Marys leaning against the low wall with her greatsword. "Yo." He raised a palm of his hand as a greeting.

"You're idle." Maryse glanced at him unceremoniously, "I said earlier that I was resolutely opposed to distributing food and drink to the soldiers on duty, why did you already go all over the Pothuraban in a blink of an eye and personally deliver the food and drink to them?" ”

Hercules shook his head: "My opposition has never changed, but you are now the logistics chief of Pohulaban, and I will naturally follow your orders." ”

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." Maryse sneered, "Tell me the truth, it wasn't my dad who transferred you from Yanvikshuo." ”

Hercules hesitated for a moment and said frankly, "Yes." ”

"You still can't believe me!" Maryse turned around and walked away. Hercules chased after her closely and persuaded her with kind words: "It's not that I can't trust you, but I'm worried about you." ”

"For me, there's no essential difference between the two." Maryse said coldly, she knew that she couldn't get rid of Hercules, so she simply walked straight back to her tent, turned her head and smiled at Hercules: "I want to bathe, do you want to come in and sit?" ”

"Excuse me." Hercules waved his hand again and again, scratching his lips unnaturally, "Don't look at indecency, don't look at indecency." ”

"Cut," Maryse spat on the ground, "you're speaking more and more like Daddy now." ”

Maryse turned and entered the tent, Hercules looked at her tall back, sighed faintly, and looked up at the moonless sky, the heavy clouds like a curtain rolling in the darkness, occasionally leaking a little starlight, illuminating a solid white. Most of the soldiers on duty in the Porhura class were already slightly drunk, and Hercules looked at the soldiers who were fighting and drinking, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, and the fierce quarrel with Maryse flashed back in his mind:

"Distribute food and drink! The more the better," Maryse slapped the wooden table in front of her, "and let the men get drunk." ”

"Nonsense!" Hercules frowned, "Guarding the grain and grass is not child's play, what if the enemy launches a surprise attack?" ”

"It's just that they need to launch a surprise attack." Maryse gritted her teeth and said, "I can't ask for it!" ”

Was the distribution of food and drink so fanfare, originally just a naïve ploy to lure the enemy? Hercules retracted his thoughts and shook his head helplessly. What if there is no surprise attack tonight? The soldiers can't be allowed to drink wine and eat meat every night, not to mention what kind of bad impact this will have on the garrison, wine and meat should always be given priority to the supply of good things to the front line, if they all enter the stomach of the people stationed in logistics, then the soldiers on the front line can only drink the northwest wind? It's just that Hercules' mind was a little slow, and by the time he came up with this rebuttal, he had already turned most of the time in Porhuraban.

Hercules knew why Marith was so anxious, and the Marquis of Siggimond's secret letter mentioned that a young powerhouse had easily subdued Marias in Silverlake and slaughtered all the Valkyries she was traveling with. In the secret letter, the Marquis of Sigimund, in a serious tone, stated that the young powerhouse was likely to collude with Livingston to surprise attack the logistics base of Porhulaban.

Over to you. There are only four words at the end of MeSign.

Young and strong...... Hercules silently thought, how strong will it be?

Heavy footsteps interrupted his thoughts, and Hercules looked up to find a Valkyrie walking towards him, two long knives dangling from her waist. Strange, Hercules frowned, he didn't remember any members of the Valkyrie Knights in the logistics base, the Heavy Knights were the sharpest blades on the battlefield, and there was no reason to be hidden in the rear, not to mention that those women of the Valkyrie Knights would not tolerate being sent to places other than the front line. And Marise didn't come with any Valkyries!

"Stop!" Hercules tensed his body and stared at the Valkyrie, "Password! Just then, a little starlight leaked through the clouds again, shining on the Valkyrie's helmet. Hercules saw the other man's face clearly, it was the face of a strange man, his expression was as resolute and calm as a rock, but the deepest part of his pupil seemed to have magma rushing wildly!

"Where are the apples dancing?" The other party said softly, but the person had already pounced, and the double knives came out of their sheaths with a trembling sound, and the two miserable white blades cut through the cold air and let out a sharp whistling!