Even in the most dangerous moments, the Federation didn't really take the Black Flag Wingers seriously.

Indeed, in the hundreds of years since the founding of the Federation, it has launched N campaigns to exterminate the Black Flag Wingers, and each time the flags have been raised like gongs and drums, shouting that "the grass will pass the fire, the stone will pass the knife, and the people will change the species", which is a serious posture of completely bulldozing the 100,000 mountains of Namoa. However, every time, it is a disgraced and a loss of troops.

It is very likely that the level of the Federation is even higher than that of Jiang Ji Guofu, but although their opponents are all "bandits", whether there is a "red" in front of them is the difference between the dimensional and the latitude level. So, although it was a rotten battle every time, at least it didn't hurt the muscles and bones, and the vitality of the Black Flag Winged people began to spark.

Of course, the Black Flag Wingers have been able to support for so long, not only with the help of geographical advantages, but also because they also have various backends. This is like Lu Xi's hometown Blue Star, all the graveyards that can pit the empire to death, there must be an empire of the same level behind it.

The Black Flag Wingers believe in the Bloodthirsty King, and their backers are Orgrimmar's Golden Horde and the Council of the Dead of Henas. The former sent them martial arts and military instructors, and provided them with weapons and food—though they themselves were nervous about it; The latter gave them support alchemy substances, and even magical advisors. Of course, it is said that the Black Flag Wingers have some inexplicable relationship with the Black Earth Hills, some human countries on the Dragonclaw Peninsula, and even the transnational chambers of commerce in Neosfia, otherwise how would they sell the stolen goods? How can they get some high-quality military supplies from civilized countries from time to time?

Of course, with the fall of the two demon gods, Henas and Orgrimmar fell one after another, and the situation of the Black Flag Wingers suddenly became quite embarrassing. The war has developed to the point where it is today, and the people of the Black Flag Wings are also wailing, despairing, and gradually falling apart in the collapse. Groups of wingman bandits constantly came out of the mountains to surrender and act as the leading party. Many others fled from Namoa to the eastern sky. Most of this group is destined to die in various accidents during the long migration, as well as the interception of the bloodline. Those who can escape to the East and settle down will not survive, and even if they can survive, it may take more than a thousand years of difficult reproduction before they can regather enough people to be called a population, right? Of course, it is said that there are some quite fierce and quite pious people who directly wiped their necks collectively and followed their gods.

In short, the Black Flag Winged bandits who were still alive in the Namoa Mountains at this time should have been less than three percent of their heyday.

In this case, the Black Flag Wingers who are unwilling to surrender still dare to take the initiative to attack, this is no longer as simple as a fanatical believer, I am afraid that it is almost the same as eating the madness medicine of the shamans.

"They did gather more than 3,000 troops, but they didn't show much ability or fighting spirit. A raid on a front-line fortress with only 200 men could not be taken for a long time, and soon after the arrival of reinforcements, the birds and beasts dispersed. According to several Black Flag chiefs who surrendered, the leader was a guy named Alsa, the leader of the Vengeful Bloodwings. Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence explained.

"Oh, I think I've heard that name somewhere?" Andreel frowned in thought.

"As I recall, it seems to be one of the largest bandits among the Black Flag Wingers of Namoa, with five or six thousand people at its peak." Sai Xiliu, who usually likes to read a lot of military and political documents, thought about it for a while and said in a tone that was not very certain.

This was the general attitude of "high-level" officers like Andrel and Sehireux towards the Black Flag Wingers - the mustard plague that deserves the occasional attention, but that's all.

"The Bloodwing Regiment has been severely damaged in Black Manga City, and there are only a thousand people left. However, their leader, Alsa, is a loyal believer in the Bloodthirsty King, and he has several military strategies and martial arts of his own, and his appeal in the Black Flag is still good. That's why we were able to gather these men to attack the fortress. ”

"Since they are fanatical believers in Parkens, shouldn't they follow their gods and just go?" Andreel sneered in a malicious tone.

"That's where the danger is. The fanatics of the Bloodthirsty Lord are very flexible in their actions, and they are not willing to submit. If it is allowed to develop, the situation in Namoa, which has been so hard to improve, may continue to rot. "Lieutenant Colonel said.

The implication is that you are neither willing to surrender nor die, and I am so embarrassed that I can only let you die.

In short, the current commander of the Eastern Legion, the famous "Red Thunderlight" "Astre" feels that the Black Flag Winged people in the mountains of Namoa are like rats in the closet of the house, even if only thirty percent is left, it cannot be said that the house is clean. And this Alesa is about the last appealing "old mouse", and only by exterminating it and plaguing the eastern border of the Federation for hundreds of years can it be completely pacified. In this way, from the Commonwealth Mainland to the Black Man, to the Dragonclaw to the Triumphant Dominion, and even as far away as Orgrimmar's Thunder Bluffs...... Well, the trade routes in Princess City will also be maximized. Perhaps, in just a few decades, the population of Daroshur will double, and it will officially be transformed from a military fortress into a thriving city of transportation and trade.

However, that was decades later. The problem now is that the capital is in a mess, but the commander is leading elite troops into the mountains to suppress bandits, which is too special, well, too dedicated, right?

Although his heart felt like he had been trampled by a hundred thousand grass and mud horses, Andreel felt that he was really not qualified to complain. After all, in terms of time, when Astre led his troops into the mountains under the guidance of the leading party, he should not have received news from the capital.

"Your Excellency the Commander has led 5,000 elite legions and twelve warships, all veterans of several years. There are also more than 100 Black Flag guides. Rest assured, all the guides have been cursed and will never dare to have two hearts. If all goes well, two days at most, and he should return triumphantly. Lawrence said. At this time, as if he had just remembered, he lowered his voice and said cautiously: "So, the two of you arrived in the latest warship, what happened?" ”

Andreel and Sehireu looked at each other for a moment, both feeling a little strange. They robbed the Federation's fastest warship, day and night, and naturally they should be the first people to come to Daroshul from the capital after the coup, but in order to quickly transmit important information, the messenger crystal was laid between the capital and the fortress, and there is no reason why the legion has not received news now.

…… Or is it actually someone who withheld the news? So the middle level like Lorens knows nothing?

The thought flashed through Sehirus's mind, and he lowered his eyelids slightly.

"Uh...... Sorry, it's about some kind of secret, right? However, the current Major General Kahlavi and Major General Denan are still in the headquarters. They have prepared a light meal to welcome everyone, and if there is anything, it is no problem to tell them. ”

There are still a few colonel-level officers on the Orusero, but in fact, only these two sisters (who are bigger than the sky in the background) are qualified to let the generals personally host a banquet to greet them, and as for the rest of the crew, they are naturally also received by the rest of the support staff of the fortress, which is understandable. Sesileu is upright and Andreil is cheerful, but they are not the masters who can't hold sand in their eyes at all, so naturally there is no reason to refuse.

It's just that when he left with the lieutenant colonel, Seyriliu seemed to take out the "pocket watch" and knock on it a little deliberately and look at the time on it.

Andreil glanced at her friend silently, as if she hadn't seen anything.

The place where the banquet was held was in the barracks, which was the officers' dining hall of the headquarters. It's just that because it is claimed to entertain VIPs, there is no one else in the restaurant. Except for a small number of orderlies who served as attendants, there were two smiling generals.

The deputy commander of the Sixth Legion, Basque Kahlavi, is 65 years old and was born a non-magician. Although he is close to the ancient rarity, his body is not a little old, he is still burly and strong, and he is a very typical martial artist. He is indeed quite brave, but unfortunately he is not born as a magician and has no family, and if he is not in the most pragmatic Eastern Legion in the whole Federation, it is difficult to become a general. Of course, this should also be the limit of this brave veteran's rank.

The Chief of Staff, Major General Denan, was exactly twenty years younger than the former, but he was a very personable scholar-type magician. By the standards of the Arcane nobles, he can be regarded as the most decent and capable group, although he has not heard of any strong records of wielding a staff and casting spells to kill the lich, but he is an extremely good prophetic mage, and he is also very accomplished in tactical strategy, and he is very cautious and calm, which is very suitable for the character of an excellent chief of staff.

Seyleliu felt that although the Legion had lost a lot of talent, if the command could still ensure such a capable configuration, the Sixth Legion would be able to build the Iron Army of the year again in a few years. However, looking at the two of them now full of smiles, the attitude was not like to the two little girls but to the general of Shangguan, she was somewhat disappointed.

"Don't be in a hurry, Miss Ulysses, Miss Moore, you two will be absolutely safe when you get here." General Kahlavi patted his chest: "It's been hard all the way, right?" Have a good meal and a good night's sleep, and we can think about the rest in the long run. ”

"Yes! Today I invite two of you to eat Shanzhen hot pot. Mountain delicacies hot pot is a specialty of Daroshure, and you can't fail to taste it. Major General Denan looked at the gloomy color on the faces of the two girls, and said with a smile: "The fate of the Federation, everyone's future, we can also talk while eating." ”

Sehiru thought to himself that I had already eaten it, and that the last time I ate it, my companions at the same table were much more elegant than you. So, the girl knew that it was not the time, but she also felt a burst of sweetness in her heart inexplicably.

Andrel looked at the snow-white soup made from the pork bones of the Namoan boar, and the various mountain ingredients that made a "gurgling" sound in the soup, and felt that it would be a pity to put the whole pot on the other person's face. So, she invited a bowl of soup, sandwiched two big stick bones, and ate it as if no one was around.

The generals' movements of wanting to toast froze in place, seemingly a little awkward. Still, they patiently lowered their glasses. waited until the two girls were full for seven or eight minutes, and they didn't move their knives and forks to say a word, and they kept an embarrassed but polite smile the whole time.

After eating two big stick bones, drinking three bowls of soup and a bunch of mushrooms and vegetables, and eating a white bread in the soup, Andreil picked up the handkerchief and wiped her mouth slowly. Then, she sighed faintly, narrowed her phoenix eyes, and the cold jade face suddenly became more evil.

"I remember, General Kahlavi, you were carried down by Admiral Agrol in the pile of corpses, didn't you?"

The veteran wanted to speak but couldn't say anything, and tilted his head a little unnaturally.

"As for you, Master Denan, when you were younger, you participated in youth clubs that wanted political reform, and served under your teacher. Your wife was once the youngest professor at a national university and a civilian-born member of the House of Representatives. ”

Denan's face did not change, but the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch for a moment, and then he said in a calm voice: "You also said it, Miss Ulysses, it was once...... It's been three years since the Nei died. ”

"So, this is a betrayal?"

"No, if the Emergency Committee wins, then you will be a betrayal, Miss Ulysses." Old man Kahlavi showed a hideous expression in self-deprecation, and lowered his timbre, as if he wanted to increase his persuasiveness in this way: "However, we don't need to go this far. As I said, it's very safe here, and you can stay in peace until it's over. Isn't that the best option? ”

"So, Master Denan, is this the choice of the Sixth Legion? So, where are General Astrey and his troops now? Sehireu said in a deep voice.

“…… We simply obey the orders of the federal legitimate government. The Eastern Legion is a federal army, not Astre's private army. Denan was speechless, but he did not dare to face Seyriliu's eyes directly, and said in a low voice: "Miss Moore, my wife has been dead for three years, and I only hope that her children who remain will be safe and happy." ”

The "orderlies" who were guest attendants had already swords in their hands, and silently surrounded the two girls from behind, but they were directly ignored.

"I can understand your choice, but I can't accept your approach." Sai Xiliu stood up and poured the thick soup in the bowl that looked like snow-white** on the ground: "Tell me, why are there corpse puppets in here?" It's the first time I've heard that the ingredients in Namoa's mountain hot pot include these disgusting knick-knacks made by the Council of the Dead. ”