"Grunt!" a sip of cold liquor turned into a sweet and hot stream in the fat man's mouth and ran down his throat,

The fat man stretched his limbs, and his whole body was comfortable to let out a long roar, and stuffed the wine bag in his hand into the cork,

It was a pleasure in itself to be able to drink the spirits from the northern Kugit in cold and dry Normandy, and it was the third day of the siege of the Great Army, which was a rare time for the fat man

The three-way army besieged the expeditionary force, the expeditionary force of 60,000 people died or fled, and there were countless casualties, there was no suspense in Kyoto, and the fat man used the combat power of the Central Army of Hu Keqili to level the expeditionary force in Kyoto. It is said that he almost hung up in the first raid,

The only thing that needs to be considered now is the Starshuyl Legion in Truburg in front of him, this legion has the strongest combat power among the expeditionary forces, and now it is in a desperate posture according to the favorable terrain.

Although Caesar Solon and Salon's army is enough to conquer here, it will inevitably pay a lot of casualties, the battle of Normandy is nearing the end, 100,000 troops are fighting in different places, thousands of miles of expeditions, fierce battles for January, there are already tens of thousands of soldiers lost in battle, if it is not necessary, the fat man does not want to see more imperial soldiers in the final stage of the battle, but they died in a foreign land, "Your Majesty, Caesar Solon and Lord Salon have arrived!" Outside the tent door came the guard's report, the golden sunset line shone in from the gap between the military tent curtains, revealing a faint warmth, and the golden clouds in the distance were like ocean waves, pushed away by a pair of invisible huge palms, and the sunset line outlined a magnificent golden line on the mountain, if it was a peaceful time, such a scene was enough to make a traveler intoxicated.

But now it is a time of war and chaos, such a majestic and magnificent scene, for the master of the empire, it only makes the fat man's footsteps pause slightly, and he does not hesitate to step out of the calm tent,

Caesar Zoro and Salon were already waiting outside with a dozen of their subordinates, "How is Truburg's reaction?"

The fat man walked out of the tent, and the residual warmth in his eyes was quickly replaced by the coldness that an imperial overlord should have,

He tilted his head towards Caesar Sauron, who was next to him. Looking at Truburg reflected in the golden sunset in the distance, the corners of his mouth smiled, "Today is the third day, more than 3,000 captives have been hung up more than 200 people, if the other party has not made any movement, I have to admire this Starshuil, his firmness has gone beyond the category of cold-bloodedness, and it is very rare to be able to control the troops under his command to such a distance" "That's not necessarily! Ignoring the lives of soldiers and not saving them is not the behavior of a general!" Caesar Sauron, who is known as the "Last Knight". Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth, he showed a strong uprightness, and he followed behind the fat man, and said as he walked, "In these three days. A large number of the captives began to starve to death and faint with hunger and thirst, and from this afternoon onwards the other party finally could not bear it anymore and threw the rope from the top of the city. Attempts were made to hang some of them with ropes, but they were all shot by our ambushed elite marksmen, and now they have given up their efforts. I should have wanted to wait until it was dark to make a move!" "Hehe, I only remembered to hang people with a rope now, and the other party's reaction was really slow enough!" Hearing Caesar Sauron's report, the fat man pursed the corners of his mouth with disdain, and glanced at Truburg in the distance with a faint coldness,

"Are you ready?"

The fat man's voice stopped, and he turned from the front, his eyes were like lightning, and a whistling wind blew his short black hair, which was unusual for ordinary people.

Caesar Sauron, who was standing next to him, unconsciously shrank his pupils, and subconsciously took a deep breath, feeling a chill all over his body

"This shape of His Majesty is really ...... It's so delicious."

There is probably no one else who can think like this, except for the like-minded pervert of Salon

The chest of the delicate armor as black as night floats, carved with a thorn flower with a sword inserted, and the shoulders of the armor are covered with sharp edges and corners.

The whole person stood there, and his whole body was filled with a strong murderous aura, just like a demon god, overlooking the vast number of beings below, and the faint coercion seemed to roll up a whirlwind even where he walked through

This is the new shape of the fat man, a typical face project, the armor made of black steel, full of violent intuitiveness, the weight has reached eighty pounds, and it is difficult for ordinary people to wear it and even walk.

If it is not necessary, the fat man generally does not wear this thing, taking advantage of this rare time, the fat man personally met with the envoy from Dunkile and held talks on the signing of the alliance treaty between the two sides.

Before the talks, the fat man hoped that his style could give the other party an intuitive idea, and the first thing that came to mind was the monstrous evil.

is the kind of super tyrant who can order the killing of millions of people without hesitation, and the best result is to directly make the other party give up any luck and identify himself as a brutal guy from the heart

Only such a person is a person who can let the other party meet and feel that he will never dare to offend.

Coming to negotiate was a prestigious old minister of the Duchy of Dunkil, the uncle of the current Grand Duke of Dunkirk, Marquis of Ewinlier,

This is a neat old nobleman in a black dress, with his hair combed with egg whites, and a pair of small gold-rimmed glasses.

It can be seen that the Duchy of Dunkill sent such a typical old-school person who likes to be calculating, and it must have played the abacus very finely.

It's a pity that this old nobleman was stunned by the violent appearance of the fat man as a super hooligan on the spot when they met for the first time.

The old nobleman subconsciously raised the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand, and looked at the fat guy in front of him, who called himself the Falcon Majesty, for a full five minutes, before he trembled and dared to speak.

In his eyes, the guy in front of him, dressed like a huge hedgehog, is simply a barbarian butcher with a violent value, killing people or something, he really doesn't feel guilty at all, and as for harming other countries, he is probably also very good at it.

It is not surprising that such a person can say that the notorious expeditionary force was allowed to enter Dunkirk and cause sabotage.

With this armor and the consistent pit abduction, the fat man was stunned in this negotiation that covered each other's hole cards, and knocked out one and a half million alliance contract money from the mouth of this delicate and cautious old aristocratic tiger.

So much so that when the old nobleman left, his resentful eyes were like a little widow who had been wheeled by some thug,

"One hundred and thirty trebuchets and 40 ballistae, and three heavily armed squadrons with rich siege experience! There are also ten squadrons of flat line attacks to cover the city" Caesar Solon replied one by one in front of the fat man with a smug expression, "As long as the people we blend in, according to the plan, can open the gates of Fort Tru tomorrow night, I am completely sure that we will attack the city in one fell swoop with only one attack!" "The bait has been released, and the anglers need to be more patient than the fish"

The fat man nodded, he knew that the other party's cunning fish finally couldn't help but bite the bait,

The core of the whole plan is deception, whether it is the prisoners giving the other party the illusion of the fall of Kyoto, or the release of the prisoners later, only a very few corps-level generals will know that such a big battle has been made.

Just to cover the thousands of expeditionary captives, fifty of the elite transferred from Nilai,

These people are also real Salanders, but they are all nobles who fled from the north of Salander to Vekia, and a third of them are all Imperial officers similar to Bai Dan, all Imperial soldiers,

In their hearts, their loyalty to the empire is much higher than their loyalty to these southern Salanders, who are all masters of melee combat.

Half of them were born in the orthodox Mamunuk, and their long-trained martial arts skills coupled with the ferocity tempered on the iron-blooded battlefield, at close range, their sudden burst of fierce combat power was not inferior to the same number of knights,

Because the same Salanders, the chances of them being exposed and found are very small,

And especially in terms of the Kyoto Expeditionary Force, which is a mixture of the Northern Coalition Army and the Expeditionary Force, it is not uncommon for there to be a few northerners, and the goal of the Northern Salanders who are mixed in this time is very clear, that is, the main gate of Fort Tru,

"All that is left to do now is wait! Let the expeditionary force carry the dangerous bait in themselves" staring into the distance, the fat man stopped at the front end of the hillside,

The army in front is like a cloud, and the dense black army array and countless spears constitute a magnificent picture scroll with a length and width of thousands of meters.

Corresponding to it is the huge wide flat in front of Truburg, full of vibrant mountain flowers, full of spring,

In the depression leading to the fortress is fat, the grass grows tall and dense, and the wild violets that bloom are like a purple lace inlaid on the side of the road,

In the places that withered last year, many light purple flowers that were as clear as children's eyes, and very conspicuous tulips could already be seen in some places.

The spring breeze mixes all kinds of floral fragrances, and on the high cliffs in the north, you can still see the white snow layer that has not completely melted.

Winter goes to spring, everything recovers,

Only outside the long gray walls near the fortress, there was still a death-like aura, and thousands of captives were either squatting on the ground or lying down, hunger and thirst had made them completely useless, as if they had been forgotten under the city wall, "Aren't you a little too cold this time?"

A trace of complicated feelings flashed in the fat man's eyes, but he quickly deflected away, as a commander, such hesitation was worthless,

Behind him, where the huge falcon banner fluttered, the soldiers of the Empire, whose eyes seemed to be attracted by magnets, moved with the movement of the fat man, and they all braved the scorching and adoring light, (To be continued.) )