Early in the morning, on the road from Lando Bassa to the east, Piica, a regular soldier of the Gallia Army on duty, looked at the rising sun and sighed lazily.

"Ah~~~ The boring night has finally passed. Looking at the empty road, Pieka decided to go back to the sentry box and sleep for a while.

But just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard the roar of chariot motors on the road outside.

"What's going on?" he immediately picked up his gun and rushed out of the sentry box, looking vigilantly in the direction where the distant voice was coming from. A large chariot that he had never seen before pushed the dust and drove towards the sentry box with a white flag. (Finally learned to be obedient)

"Hey, hey, the headquarters? This is the eastern sentry box, and an unidentified chariot has been found! It is heading towards Lando Barça! Repeat, an unidentified chariot has been found! What is it? Damn! You just fell asleep! Believe it or not! Bastard!" Dropping off the phone, Pieka picked up her gun and bent down and rushed out of the sentry box.

"Stop!" stood in the middle of the road, Pieka raised her rifle and shouted at the chariot.

"Kala. ”

Just as the chariot was about to press down on the soldiers, the chariot stopped. The lid of the turret of the chariot opened, and from inside crawled out a lively woman in a black military uniform, a pleated red dress, long blond hair, and a darker complexion. She looked around, saw Pieka standing in front of the car, smiled excitedly, and jumped off the roof of the car and landed in front of Piaica. Because the movement was too big, the skirt naturally swung upward.

'Black,' Piarca said secretly in her mind

"Excuse me, who are you, why did you come to Lando Barça, there is a war going on here, please leave quickly. Piaika exhorted the stranger in front of him. Judging from the other party's dress, it is neither the emperor ** nor the federal army, let alone the Galian army, the other party has the unique skin color of the Middle Eastern mainlanders, and there should be some purpose for coming here, but no matter what, it shouldn't come!

"There will be a retreat here soon, and everyone will retreat. It's going to be war. ”

Pieka said.

However, the foreign woman in front of her seemed unmoved, just smiled politely and stretched out her right hand.

"I'm Una from Kafkas, I want to go to Lando Barça, please advise!"

"Oh, please...... Advise more. Pieka subconsciously started with Una and me.

'The handshake ceremony?' I learned it so quickly, and I used it so quickly. ’

Showing half of his head from the chariot and looking at Rostoka, who was talking to the soldiers outside the car, Karl looked listless with two big black eyes at this time.

'Is it really okay to let her out and negotiate, and won't she do anything strange?'

This is what Carl has been worried about. However, he also knew, but anyway, Rostoka knew much better about the world than Carl and them, although it seemed a little off the line, but she was a very shrewd girl, and more importantly, such a person who was off the line would not make people suspicious. Coupled with her different skin color from that of Western Europeans, it makes it impossible to suspect that the other party is a spy.

Last night, after being persuaded by Carl, Tessa and the others agreed to Rostoka as their guide. As for why, she wore the uniform of the Hesses...... It's a question that takes a long time to explain, and Carl's pair of panda eyes (sleepy nights) is one of the by-products of this problem.

In short, after a night of talking with Karl, Rostoka has become a temporary member of the Hanssa.

"Okay, I see, I'll take you to the city, but in case of accidents, I hope you can be accompanied by our personnel, after all, it's a time of war. ”

Finally, the soldier was made clear by Rostoka and agreed to let the group go.

"Yay!" Turning around, Rostoka made a triumphant gesture.

Looking at this energetic girl, Carl didn't know what to say.

I hope there is nothing wrong with making such a decision. This is Karl's wish at this time

The engine sounded. The group set off again and embarked on the journey again.

After driving the sentry box and crossing a small hill, the vision suddenly opened up, and at the foot of the mountain, the city of Landobasa embedded in the Reims River was already close in front of you. [[[CP|W:538|H:352|A:L|U:http://file2.qidian.com/chapters/201311/8/3024026635195289914083750250134.jpg]]]―――――――――――――――――――――――――

The city of Monza is 30 km north of the city of Lando Barsa

Monsa is an important transport hub and livestock base in the north-central region of Galia, and the largest metropolis in the north of Galia. Nestled on the beautiful and fertile plains of Naguiel, it is rich in beef and lamb, cheese and wool. In the area under the jurisdiction of the city of Monsa alone, dairy production accounts for 40% of the country's livestock production, with a population of 257,000. Known as the brightest jewel of the Naguiel plains......

Now, however, the city of Monsa, the most dazzling city on the plains of Naguiel, has been turned into a living hell under the iron heel of the emperor.

The city is littered with burning houses and smashed storefronts. Everywhere there were slaughtered residents. Here, the Empire's most elite officers and soldiers were transformed into robbers, robbers, and murderers, and roamed the city with recklessness.

"Don't! please spare my child!"

"No, I don't want to die! Help!

"Please, give you money, let us live!"

"No! No, how can you do this?! We have given you everything of value! No!"

The cries of babies, the screams of women, and the screams of men are heard one after another.

Everywhere there are crazy Imperial soldiers, everywhere there are tragedies.

Bloodshed and desperation filled a city that was once filled with laughter.

The streets of the city were full of fire, crime everywhere, and hell on earth.

Naguiel's brightest pearl has been dyed red with blood.

The northern suburbs of the city of Monsa

Headquarters of the 6th Division of the Imperial Army Gallia Dispatch

At this time, there were no combat personnel in the headquarters, but they were piled up with all kinds of belongings, including gorgeous jewelry, extravagant clothing, gold and silver, jewelry, extravagant works of art, and exquisite tableware. Beside him, an imperial major general with a slightly fat figure and a somewhat bald head was holding a delicate vase, looking at it carefully, his eyes shining with a scorching greedy light. This man was the commander of the 6th Division, Major General Zhistov.

"Report!" an adjutant ran into the house.

"What's the matter?" asked the Major General, playing with the vase

"Colonel Sovisky, oops!" Before the adjutant could finish speaking, he was pushed down, and a colonel with an angry face strode from behind.

"Your Excellency, General, do you know what is going on in the city of Monsa?!" Sovisky asked Major General Zistov loudly as soon as he entered.

"What's going on in the city?" said the major general, still playing with the vase.

"There is a serious act of aggression against the inhabitants of the occupied territories in the city!, Major General, you must put an end!" said Sovisky excitedly.

"That's my order, you can go down. The Major General replied calmly, as if he were talking about what to eat tonight.

"What?!how can you ......"

"Smack!" Before the colonel could finish speaking, the major general threw the vase to the ground. He glared at Sovisky and said loudly: "Colonel Sovisky! You are a soldier of the Empire! A soldier must obey the orders of his superiors! You have always contradicted me! If you were not a nobleman, I would have done military law to you a long time ago! You should go down! Shut up for three days! Reflect on your mistakes." With that, he summoned two soldiers and carried Sovisky out.

As he walked out of the door, another colonel walked in. Seeing that he was being carried out, Sovisky stretched out his hand to stop the soldier who was holding him, and showed a very hypocritical and malicious smile.

"Your Excellency, have you just been released from the confinement chamber and are going back again? I'm afraid I'll be staying for a few more days this time, right? I have the best Imperial Callan lavender here to relax, would you like to have some?" he said, taking a small box from his pocket and handing it to Viscount Sovisky.

"No, thank you. After listening to what this guy he hated second in the division said, Sovisky simply said a word and left.

"Stinky noble, what's the matter to show off?" watched as Sovisky disappeared from his sight, the colonel looked at him with disdain. Put away the small box in his hand, put on a bright smile and walk into the house.

"Oh, Jean Del, my friend, you're here, come and see how much we've caught this time?!" Seeing that it was his best fox friend and his lieutenant Jean Del came, the Major General excitedly took him by the hand and led him to his treasure and asked. With an expectant look in his eyes

"It's hard to say now, my friend, this has to take into account the changes in the luxury market in the imperial capital, but this time is different from the last time, they are all high-class goods, so at least it's worth this amount"

With a leather mirror, the colonel who finished reading the goods proudly had five fingers in the depths.

"Oh! God is on top! This is wonderful! We were right to be the first to get ahead of the other divisions this time!" Seeing the estimate given by the colonel, the major general's eyes lit up.

"Yes, as long as we get ahead of the rest of the troops, loot all the belongings, and shut those people up forever, no one will come to us!" Colonel Jean Del very much agreed with Zhistov's words.

"Galia is very rich in energy resources and metal mineral resources, and the land is also very fertile, which is not at the same level as the place we went to before, if we don't take this opportunity to do a few more things, it will be too late to cry when we retire."

"Well, that makes sense, after all, we've done a bit too much recently, and it's very possible to be demoted or something when we go back. Hurry up and get a few more!Hurry!Rangdel, my friend, what do you think?" asked Zhestov, who was moved by Rangdel's words

"According to intelligence, a large number of inhabitants from the eastern region of Brulu and the north bank of the Reims River are massing towards Lando Bassa to withdraw west by train to the hinterland of Gallia. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and even if we are removed from our jobs, we will earn enough money to support our old age, my friend!"

Looking at the growing greed in Zhistov's eyes, Del knew that he had succeeded.

"Good! Herald!"

Having made up his mind, Zhistov shouted

"Yes, Your Excellency!" the herald hurried over, clutching a few bloodstained gold teeth in his hands.

"Pass my order! The 1st Wing, the vanguard, the 2nd Wing, the Left Wing, the 4th Wing, the Right Wing, and the 3rd Wing (Sovisky's Wing), set off immediately!"

"Yes, division commander, you haven't said anything about the target. The herald reminded

"Oh. Just thinking about making money, cough! Cough! Pass my orders! The goal of the division's advance is to sweep (plunder) the entire area on the north bank of the Reims River, and the first wing will give me a direct attack on Lando Barsa! Cut off the retreat channel of the Gallia Army in the entire eastern region!"