Iron Wall Fortress. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is the barrier of the western part of the Federation, the gateway to the land, which was personally selected, established and named by Saddam Hussein, the first chief consul of the Federation, and has been continuously strengthened for hundreds of years, and has never been breached.

In the face of the lofty mountains, the gray and white city wall of the hundred zhang is like an iron wall, blocking all dangers, and the traces of repair of the broken wall seem to tell the golden iron horse, the bearing of protecting the family and defending the country, which is solid, and that's it.

In a few days, however, this weather-beaten majestic city will be history.

"Stop!"

The clouds of war loom here, and unlike the skirmishes with the eastern kingdoms, what is about to happen is a real war.

Russell and his party came to the checkpoint, and the guards immediately stopped them solemnly.

The wind is loud, and the grass and trees are soldiers.

The adventurers stranded in the Nottingham forest had long since retreated, and the routine interrogation of the soldiers had become unnatural, and everyone was tense.

"We are from the reconnaissance force, and we will return to the city to resume our lives."

After a brief explanation, wearing the military uniform of the reconnaissance team and showing their identification, they passed the interrogation and entered the fortress.

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"Rubbish, it's all rubbish!"

Bartlet was angry, and he slapped the table in anger, and the fat on his huge body shook violently.

"Aren't these bastards known as battle-hardened? Not an experienced adventurer? Why are they all?! ”

Thirteen squads of the First Reconnaissance Force, totaling 159 people, were initially dispatched to carry out reconnaissance missions, but so far less than 10 people have returned, and then the Second Reconnaissance Force has been sent to meet them, but not a single one has returned so far.

He was under a lot of pressure, and these days the general had been asking him how he was doing his reconnaissance work, asking him if he had made any progress and whether he had obtained useful information - it was already difficult to perfunctory.

He didn't do his job well, and all he got was useless, false news that didn't help him in the war. And information asymmetry is impossible to fight, congenitally in a weak position, knowing oneself and knowing the other, can not be defeated in a hundred battles, in their current situation that even the number and distribution of the enemy can not be confirmed, a hundred battles are not exhausted are blessed by the gods.

If this continues, his job in the Federation Legion may not be saved, and if he is defeated, he has no doubt that he will carry a cauldron.

At this time, he regretted coming to the western battlefield, he felt that his brain was pumped, wouldn't it be good to play Tai Chi with those small countries in the east? Why bother with this troubled water.

"My lord, the first and seventh detachments of the first reconnaissance unit have returned to the team."

Messenger Soldiers.

"What?!"

Bartlet's surprise was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, "Quick! Bring them here! ”

Some people, you look at him and feel greasy.

This is Russell's first image of Bartlet, especially when this greasy man is still smiling at you, it is really an indescribable feeling.

"Well—"

Bartlet's smile was fake, "I remember you, Mage Russell. ”

A mage who volunteered to become a scout, but he can't remember.

"What are the results of your investigation?"

Bartlet's face changed quickly, and instantly switched to a serious questioning look, with disappointment in his words.

In his opinion, only a few people came back to mean that the chances of mission failure were very high.

"We've brought back three gnolls, we can arrange for someone to pry some information out of their mouths, and we've figured out the ethnic distribution, numbers, and troop flow in the Ernnie Mountains."

Russell explained his situation first.

"Not bad."

Bartlet breathed a sigh of relief, at least this information could relieve some of his pressure, "Why are you the only one in the entire first detachment?" Explain the matter in detail. ”

With that, he stared at Russell with a scrutinizing gaze.

The first detachment is the strongest team in the entire reconnaissance unit, except for Russell, all of them are descendants of the army, this kind of trustworthy and powerful scout is difficult to cultivate, and the loss of such a detachment will definitely be questioned by the above, he can't help but doubt it. What's more, all the experienced scouts are dead, but a thin new battlefield mage has survived, what is the matter?

"We were on a reconnaissance mission and we happened to find the loach giant. It was the size of a hill, and it was probably the enemy's siege weapon, so the stakes were so high that we decided to bring back the news immediately. Then, we were ambushed by twenty lizardmen stalkers, they were of a very high level, including the silver rank, plus the sneak attack, we couldn't parry, and in the end only I escaped. ”

Russell didn't like the look in his eyes, but he explained that this passage was not all his own experience in the forest, but the information in it was real and usable.

"Loach giants?"

Bartlet smiled, heartily, and he grinned sarcastically, "Mr. Mage, let's not discuss whether you can survive the siege of the lizardmen. Let's just talk about the loach giant, what is that? Is this creature written in your textbook? Do you think these guys would dare to attack our fortress? Even if they dare to come, is there any chance that our fortress will be breached? Come on, that's an iron wall. ”

"You don't believe me?"

Russell frowned.

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's your lie... It's too clumsy, if it's really that ~~~ big, we should find it before we get close to the fortress. ”

Bartleti drew a large circle and pointed to his round face: "What? Do I look like I'm a good deceitful? ”

"I thought I could have some more useful information, but the first detachment... Mage... Hehe, but that's it. ”

The saying that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, Bartlet's deep belief at this time.

Russell stared abruptly.

"It's lazy."

Icy gaze.

"What did you say?!"

"IMHO—"

Russell provoked a sharp sneer, "You're such a piece of shit. ”

"You know what you're talking about..."

"Shut up!"

Bartlet felt useless—he really shut up, Russell's eyes were full of anger, and his gaze was like freezing ice, just by looking at him, it was like falling into an ice cave.

"Do you know how stupid your platoon is? How amateurish is the deployment of the reconnaissance team? If you play a good hand like this, you shouldn't even be able to understand the sandbox, right? ”

Russell asks questions continuously, not for himself. The signals of each team are not circulating, and they can't communicate with each other and help each other, and the seventh team has used up all the signal flares and has not received any feedback, which can explain the problem, whose fault is this?

"The most important thing - you don't respect the dead."

"It can be said that you caused their deaths, and their downfall has a lot to do with your chaos. They spill their blood behind enemy lines and wipe your ass for your stupidity/shit, but you just have to wait here every day without paying for your own faults. Who made you able to speak cool words here, and whether you have a long heart or not? ”

Russell knew that the fat man in front of him was probably the wine bag and rice bag arranged by the nobles to gild, the purpose was to accumulate military exploits, and with military exploits, the road to promotion in the future would be smooth. The Confederation is aristocracy, and this phenomenon abounds.

He was disgusted by it. Meat eaters are despised, incompetent people guard important positions, corpses are vegetarian meals, they only know how to talk highly, but they have no ink on their chests but they are pointing at the country, which is really hateful.

"You... You..."

Bartlet's whole body trembled with anger, and if he thought about Russell's words, he would be self-loathing, and he felt that he was incompetent.

He was annoyed. As a silver-level warrior, he was stopped by a little mage who did not graduate, and he was pointed at his nose and scolded, which was very embarrassing, which would be a stain on his life that could not be washed away.

"You deserter who betrayed your teammates."

Bartlet's stood up suddenly, pointing at Russell, with a righteous look, he tried his best to occupy the moral high ground to hide his weakness, "The heir of the Leo family, Colonel Bartlet, who leads the reconnaissance force, will give you sanctions!" ”

Turning reactive into proactive?

Russell has long seen through the essence of his lustful inwardness, and who wouldn't be able to play an official tone.

"Sanctions?"

He seemed to be looking at an idiot, "My military rank is still in the Imperial Four Law Legions, why should you, a troop commander, punish me?" I was recruited by the Admiral from Aslant Academy, what qualifications do you have to sanction me? ”

"It's scary to be uneducated..."

"I actually talked so much to a dumb man who was so stupid that even the loach giant didn't know what it was..."

Russell smiled brightly, "I was wrong, I overestimated your IQ too much." ”

The temperature plummeted and the cold hit.

The cold freezing air centered on Russell instantly spread to the entire room, the floor, the tables, chairs, the fireplace... They were frozen in a layer of ice.

It's like a cave of ice and snow.

Murderous intent was boiling, and the room was silent.

Cold sweat dripped from Bartlet's forehead, and the gaze full of terrifying murderous intent was getting closer and closer, and the slow "thump" pace became more and more rapid, and fear filled his brain.

He can't avoid it, his body has long been frozen, only one head is exposed, the power that he is proud of on weekdays is useless, and he can't use any strength at the moment, and his tongue, which is good at welcoming and pleasing is knotted in his mouth, which is extremely clumsy.

He was too scared. The long-term comfortable life made him neglect to exercise, the wine hollowed out his body, and his nerves became abnormally weak.

Despair.

So he could only look at Russell with pleading eyes, that look... It's like a puppy wagging its tail and begging for pity.

"Let's lose weight first."

Russell gently patted Bartlet's fat face, "Remember to me that people need to pay for what they do, hundreds of pairs of eyes are on you." ”

Turn around and leave.

The ice shattered in an instant.