Chapter 63: The Undercurrent of the Empire (Part II)

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"It's all a wasted ......," Archon Justus sighed helplessly, standing at the head of the city. A gray line rises from the horizon of the Gobi, bringing out a meandering earth flow. It was the army of the Daxia people who pursued after recovering the fortress of Tulda. It seems that the two caliphs, Bahaman and Hamid, are not satisfied with the results of defeating the imperial army, but want to go one step further and take the fortress of Leila, an important town on the border of the empire, in one go!

"Elise has escorted her father out of the city, and will return to Janos in the near future." A slender young man walked up to the city and stood side by side with Justes. The wind on the Gobi was as dry as sand, and he coughed fiercely, and his pale face flashed an unhealthy red. "And I, along with fifty-seven sword fighters and two hundred and thirty-two guards, are willing to wait for the dispatch of His Excellency the Consul."

Justus shook his head: "Your Highness, your snake venom is not exhausted, why bother to stay?" ”

"Oruba hasn't come back yet." Kir covered his mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief, and his face looked a little better. He looked at the earthstream that was gradually approaching the fortress, and his eyes were worried. After planting the flag of the Holy War Fortress, Ouruba quietly disappeared into the desert desert by himself. He did not appear when Brenus led the Lion Knights through the Imperial phalanx on the front line; He did not appear when the Imperial army was hunted down for a hundred miles; At this moment, Daxia's soldiers were approaching the city, and it was when he was in great need of a peerless force that a super-first-class martial artist could turn the tide, and he still did not appear.

"Are you still being pestered by Daman...... "Justes mused, "it looks like Hamid is determined to pull Oruba out of this fight." In Ouruba's absence, Hassan and his shadow assassins will probably have some thoughts on our heads. The order goes down, and the whole city is under martial law! ”

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The earthflow moved to the flat ground about 500 meters from the fortress of Leila and began to set up camp. The position is just outside the edge of the Firebolt Sniper's extreme range. The feud between the two countries dates back to Ossa's landing in the Sea of Despair, and many things are no longer classified after the accumulation of bones. For example, the Empire is no stranger to the assassination methods of the Shadow Assassins, and Daxia is also well aware of the range of the Karakuri Crossbow.

"After learning about that earth-shattering battle on the Plains of Callindern, I began to regret letting Brenus go so easily." Hamid held the pergola in his hand and squinted at the fortress of Layla in the distance. The spy chief of Daxia did not look like a pampered caliph, but like any old herdsman who had been baptized in yellow sand in the desert, with withered and wrinkled skin like old bark, a sad countenance, and a cold light hidden in the deepest part of his pupils, like a rattlesnake dormant in the desert. "The 20,000 regular army was defeated, and Sarion had no possibility of expanding outward within half a year. If Brenus were to die before Turbuk, he would be crumbling like a pillar, and the great plains of the central region would soon change hands. ”

"The Wrangler is still in Sarion, aren't you worried that Ulrik will let him bury the old lion in a fit of rage?" Bahaman said.

Hamid retracted his gaze and just shook his head: "That's a mistake. The two armies fought, and the sword had no eyes. Who will know if Brenus will die in the phalanx of the Empire or under our long knives? Even if Ulrik knew, what if he killed the Sultan? Without Wranglers, we wouldn't have horses? He whispered slowly. Bahaman's ears chilled at the ears, as if a poisonous snake was "hissing" and licking his ears with a snake letter. He quickly interrupted the conversation that was gradually moving towards the forbidden area, and moved on to another topic: "That Titus, what are you going to do?" He raises his ransom every day, and yesterday he already said that he would give 200,000 dinars in exchange for freedom. ”

"I have heard that he once fought with Leofouan of Sarion, was defeated and captured. He declared that if Leofouan let him return, he would give four hundred thousand dinars in thanks. Leofwan believed this and sent his guards to return him to the Empire. Unexpectedly, as soon as Titus entered the territory of the empire, he turned his face and denied his account, killed his guards, and put his head on the spear on the border to show the public. Hamid lowered his head and grabbed a handful of the yellow sand of the Gobi, spread out his hand and let the long wind sweep it away. The words of such a person are no more weightless than the fine sand falling between the fingers. ”

"That kills?"

"No, keep him. If you want someone on the Imperial side, you don't have to pay attention to it, just hold it like that. "With Titus's narrow temperament, the dark prison life would make him more and more manic, and eventually accumulate into an endless hatred for the Empire." Put it back when the time comes. ”

Bahaman let out a long breath and turned his head: "You are really more insidious than your shadow assassin, and working with you is afraid that you will lose your life." ”

"The human heart is like this, and I know it well." Hamid's face was as calm as wilderness, "And the Shadow Assassin was originally trained by me and Hassan. ”

"Gotta got, that's it." Bahaman waved his hand impatiently, "I'll take the lead in the siege, you let Hassan take the shadow assassin into the city to make some noise first." ”

"No," Hamid replied, "I sent them to Gassin." ”

"What are you doing there? You've already asked Dammam to contain Oruba, so why botherβ€”. Bahaman looked at Hamid suspiciously, and suddenly realized: "The fortress of Rayla is nothing more than a feint!" Your real goal isβ€”"

"It is said that super-first-class martial artists overwhelm all conspiracies and tricks, but today I want to weigh the weight of Oruba's head." Hamid's voice was annihilated in the wild wind of the Gobi.