—————— the city of Rostock, Durnia Voivodeship——————

The city of Rostock, founded in the 4th year of the imperial calendar and 1550 years after the founding father of the empire, Grand Duke Alexei Alikseyevich Rostov, is located in the warm south of the empire, close to the Kafkas Mountains, the southern frontier of the empire, and directly borders the southern frontier governorate.

In the south of the city, on the banks of the beautiful Duni River, on top of the verdant hills, a majestic pure white castle sits here. This is the castle where the Rostock family, the descendants of the founding fathers of the empire, lived. Outside the castle, there is a beautiful manor house, lush with fruit trees and flowers, and in the manor, the male servants are in good health, carefully tidying up every inch of soil in the fields. In the castle, the maids are neatly dressed and carefully clean every corner of the castle.

Although they are subordinates and servants, their faces do not show pain and dissatisfaction, and everyone's eyes are full of love and hope for this castle and this manor.

And these, happy expressions, are rare to see in other parts of the empire.

"Squeak——。 ”

A black sedan drove up and stopped at the gate of the castle.

"Hello. ”

A middle-aged officer wearing a black top hat and a plain and low-key military uniform got out of the car, he came to the gate, took off his hair and saluted the doorman with a gun.

The strength of the family is once again reflected, as long as it is related to the Rostock family, even the doormen and servants have a superior status and honor.

"I am General Perry of the War Department, and I have an important matter to ask for an audience with His Excellency the Field Marshal. ”

Today, the castle welcomes the last guest anyone wants to see.

———————— in the living room——————————

The general of the War Department stood silently in front of the table in the living room, on which sat an old man in his sixties, with gray hair, but his eyes were still bright, his head was wrinkled, his figure was still very healthy, and there were calluses on his hands that looked like traces of long-term use of guns.

At this time, the old man, holding his chin with both hands, silently looked at the black and white notice on the table in front of him, the cool breeze blew from the window, and the paper gently cocked a foot, as if it was about to float away with the wind, but the old man's mood was extremely heavy at this time, only he knew how heavy the paper on the table was.

“...... When did that happen?"

After a long silence, the old man asked

"Just the day before yesterday, the Union Army on the Southern Front suddenly launched a full-scale counterattack, several fronts were broken through, and Major Hank Rostock and Colonel John Rostock retreated in order to cover the main forces...... Besieged by the Federal Army...... Died for the Empire. ”

Talking and talking, the major general is a little unable to say, Perry was born in a viscount family in the empire, and is also an only son, since he was a child, Perry admired Marshal Rostock very much since he was a child, and regarded him as his idol, and he used to join the army largely in the hope of meeting the legendary marshal. It would have been nice to be by his side if possible, but things were not satisfactory, and after graduating from the military academy, he was assigned to the administrative department, and since then he has no fate with His Excellency the Marshal, who has been active in the front line. Until this year, the marshal retired, and he did not have the opportunity to meet his idol.

"I didn't expect the first time we met, it was actually for the marshal......

After saying that, Perry silently lowered his head.

"Colonel Rostov, and Major Rostov, are soldiers of the Reich, and it is their glory to fight for the Reich, there is nothing to be sad about. ”

A hoarse voice came from the old marshal's throat. The marshal closed his eyes slightly, and the last sentence seemed to be for himself.

"Then, Your Excellency, please mourn, the contemptible man has taken his leave!"

With a deep bow, General Perry left. In the empty conference room, only the old duke was left sitting in a chair.

"Hah-"

Walking out of the castle gates, Perry exhaled deeply.

Turn around and look back at the majestic castle and the Duke's Mansion perched on a hill.

"What a magnificent castle!" exclaimed Perry

"However, I will never come here again. Putting on his hat and straightening his uniform, Perry walked to his black car.

"Squeak—"

Just as Perry got into the car, and when the driver closed the door, another black sedan pulled up behind his car.

"Wait a minute!" Perry hurriedly stopped the driver who was about to close the door, hurriedly stepped out of the car, and walked to the car behind him.

"Director?!Why are you here?!" Getting out of the car from the back of the car was Perry's deputy, Colonel Harwich, who was only responsible for handling the 'aftermath' for senior officers and noble families when he was away with important matters.

Looking at the list stained with the skull frame and mourning clothes in the adjutant's hand, Perry's face turned pale.

'How so?'

————————— the Garia Front———————————

In the Bellerive Forest, the 4th Wing of the 2nd Imperial Division is the advance base.

"Bang! bang!"

Three gunshots rang out, and the Imperial soldiers tied to the pillars fell weakly. Among them were Captain MacVech of the 1st Reconnaissance Team and Captain Ira who called the Bulviks.

Looking at the captain who wantonly killed his own people, the surrounding soldiers all showed a faint anger.

"See?! This is the end of disobeying orders and lying about military information!"

Pointing to the corpses on the pillars, Wing Commander Chikoev yelled at the soldiers around him.

"It's still such a broad voice, Lieutenant Colonel Chikoev. ”

A handsome figure appeared behind Chikoev.

"Who are you?!How dare you call me by my name?!" Chikoev angrily turned back to the source of the searcher's voice when he heard someone calling him by his first name.

"Smack!"

Before Chikoev could react, with a gunshot, his hand was pierced by a bullet, and the pistol fell to the ground with a snap.

"Ahh

Covering his hands in pain, Chikoev hurriedly shouted.

He noticed that the people around him acted as if they didn't see him.

Someone shot at him, and all the soldiers around saw it, but no one interjected, let alone stepped forward to stop him.

'Finally someone can't help it?'

'After so long, someone finally made the first move!, I support you in my heart!',

'Audacious!' This guy is a man!'

Later, when someone asked, they said that they had gone wrong...... No, it was the Galia Army! I don't know!'

'Kill him quickly!'

'Kill him!'

"You can't kill me! I'm a Marquis of the Empire! I'm a lieutenant colonel of the Empire! I'll implicate your family if you kill me!" Chikoev, aware of the strange atmosphere around him, seemed to understand that the soldiers would not help him, so he had to shout loudly, hoping that someone would come to his rescue.

But who will come to save him? save him, this murderer, this pervert, this guy who has killed countless comrades.

"I'm a nobleman! I'm an officer! You're not qualified to do that! No!"

Frightened and collapsed to the ground, not even caring for his injured hand, Chikoev still howled wolf

[[[CP|W:532|H:311|A:L|U:http://file1.qidian.com/chapters/201311/5/3024026635192764156271250921074.jpg]]]"It's still such a nasty sound, Chikoev. ”

At this moment, a tall and thin general wearing a general's uniform, wearing glasses, with a cold and stern expression, walked over under the escort of the soldiers.

"Ge...... General Grigory!" found that it was actually Lieutenant General Grigory, who was known as the demon of the Empire, and Chikoev felt that his life had come.

"I don't know if Your Excellency is coming!

Got up from the ground in a panic and gave a military salute, Chikoev reported

However, General Grigory ignored him.

He just glanced at the angry eyes of the soldiers around him, and then at the corpses of the executed soldiers lying on the ground. A cold light appeared in the eyes of the general, who was already very stern and cold.

"I heard at the headquarters that your troops have been seriously reduced, and it seems that this is indeed the case, it seems that the soldiers of your wing have been executed by you!"

Looking sideways at Chikoev, who had just gotten up from the ground, the general said dissatisfied

"This ...... This is necessary for strict management of the army, and you will surely understand the generals who have always advocated strict management of the army......"

"What do you understand?!, you shit!"

The general, who was extremely angry, finally broke out

"A soldier's destiny is on the battlefield! If he wants to die, he will die on the front line of sacrificing his life for the country! Not at the guns of his own people! Still less at the hands of you waste!"

General Grigory, who has always paid attention to the image of a soldier, is completely out of shape today.

But the general deserves to be a general, and immediately adjusted back from his anger and began today's work.

"I ask you, how is the 3rd Separate Tank Brigade doing?"

Adjust your mindset, Grigory asked.

"Report to the General's ......"

"I didn't ask you!" said Chikoev coldly, turning his head to look at the handsome guy with the gun. This young man was none other than the Bulvik adjutant, Mikhail.

"Report to Your Excellency General!............

So Mikhail told Grigory about his experiences for more than a day.

"That is to say, after the ambush was completed, you rested in place and waited for reinforcements from the 1st and 2nd Infantry Brigades, but you did not wait. Instead, he was attacked by enemy vehicles coming from behind. Is that so?"

Hearing Mikhail's accurate and detailed report, Grigory asked, his words revealing satisfaction with the young man in front of him.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" replied Mikhail, straightening his back

"Well, there's no problem. Turning back to look at the dead, Grigory said

"Chikoev, the commander of the 4th Wing of the 2nd Imperial Division, in order to avenge his personal grievances, turned a blind eye to the independent tank brigade that was caught in a bitter battle, delayed the fighters, and caused heavy casualties to the tank brigade. Now I only represent the right given to me by His Majesty the Emperor to remove Gregory from his post!"

"Your Excellency, I ...... Forgive me!"

Hearing that he had been dismissed, Chikoev was on the verge of crying. The current official position, which he bought at a great price, was removed all of a sudden. I can't accept it myself.

"Report to Your Excellency General!

At this moment, Gregory's adjutant ran over in three steps and two steps, and excitedly handed Grigory a telegram.

Hearing that it was His Majesty the Emperor's personal message, Grigory did not dare to slack off, hurriedly took it, and then began to read.

"Now, the punishment for Chikoev has changed. After reading the telegram, the first thing General Grigory said was actually the punishment of Chikoev. To the surprise of everyone

'Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor interceded for me?' Chikoev thought to himself.

Calmly, Grigory drew his matching gun and faced Chikoev.

"After Chikoev delayed the fighter plane and persecuted Zhongliang for personal gain, he will be punished for these crimes and sentenced to death!"

"Dead ......?"

"Smack!"

Before Chikoev could react, Grigory raised his gun and shot him dead. Everyone who loves to shoot people is finally shot by others, and they really plant melons and get melons, and plant beans and get beans~

"Officer, what's your name?" Turning around, Grigory asked again

"Report to the general, Mikhail!" replied Mikhail, standing upright

"I'm asking your real name!" the general asked a funny question in a sudden and serious manner

I was stunned for a few seconds. Mikhail reacted. With a look of relief and pride, he said loudly:

"Born in Imperial Anadria, Count of the Reich, graduate of the 214th class of the Imperial Army Military Academy, Lieutenant Colonel of the 3rd Separate Tank Brigade, Mikhail Alekseevich Bulvik!"

Finally, I can say my name in a dignified manner. The real Bulvik felt like he hadn't been so happy in a long time.

"Very well, Lieutenant Colonel, would you like to be the Wing Commander of the Fourth Wing of the Second Division of the Empire?"

Grigory was very pleased with the military style of the Bolviks. It was decided to give him a chance to get promoted.

"Yes!"

'At last the day of liberation has come!Long live freedom!It was right to leave Lilia behind the enemy!'

Seeing that Bulwick, who left Lilia and was promoted in an instant, was so excited that he was about to jump, but in order to leave a good impression on the general, he had to endure it.

"Well, Captain Bulvik, I have given you a difficult task! Lead your men, at all costs, to save the only remaining bloodline of the former Imperial Marshal Grand Duke Rostov-on-Don, who was held hostage by the rebels, Lilia Celesti Rostoka!"

The general gave himself the first assignment to the Bulviks.

"The only one?" Hearing General Grigory's words, the Bulvik was a little blind.

'Lilia has two older brothers, a younger brother, why is there only one blood left for her?'

Growing up together, Bulwick knows more about Lilia's family than ordinary people.

"That's right, now, it's the only bloodline. A hint of emotion appeared on the cold general's face, though only for a moment. But the Bulvik saw it.

"The day before yesterday, the Federation launched a counterattack from three fronts in the south, east and west, and the three sons of Lord Rostov-on-Don ...... Killed on the same day. Gregory lowered his head and said with some reluctance

"What?!" Hearing Gregory's words, Bulvik's face turned green. He now felt how inopportune it was for him to leave Lilia behind! But this was something he had already discussed with Roth Rostov, and he was just choosing the wrong time, and now that the traders were all hanging, the promised things were gone, and he almost killed his childhood playmate......

"I see, Your Excellency, please give me the specific task!" Bulwick felt a little ashamed, he felt that he had done too much to Lilia, in order to get rid of her as soon as possible, in order to get the benefits he received from Lilia's brother, he actually ...... At times like these, she was abandoned when she needed protection the most......

'I'm a damn stinking nobleman!' Bulwick scolded himself secretly.

"Just now, His Majesty the Emperor has been aware of this matter, in order to preserve the last bloodline of the Rostock family, which has been loyal to the empire for generations, His Majesty ordered to rescue Princess Lilia who was captured by the 'rebels' at all costs, (in Europe, the heirs of the dukes and above can be called princes and princesses), and offer a reward, the person who rescued the princess, the soldier officer was promoted to the fifth rank, and the commoners were directly awarded the title of viscount of the empire, a bounty of thousands of gold, and ten thousand acres of land. And in the name of the emperor, proclaim it to the world!"