On a rocky mountainous terrain, a group of soldiers dressed in red samurai uniforms were marching with difficulty, although the road was difficult, but surprisingly all the soldiers still quietly held the spears in their hands, and none of the soldiers used the spears in their hands as crutches on the mountain road, thanks to the military law formulated by Bonaparte, which stipulated that those who damaged weapons without reason should be killed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Alonso walked in front of the crowd, holding a Germanic sword in his hand, and encouraged the soldiers behind: "Brothers, hurry up! We must arrive at the designated place quickly! Remember the reward given to us by the captain?! 0.1 copper coins per head! Kill 30 and you can be promoted to the team leader who gets 5 copper coins in half a year!

"Rush!" The temptation of money can never be refused, and the soldiers behind Alonso can even feel the copper coins beckoning to them when they hear this tempting monetary reward, and Alonso responds naturally with a deafening echo.

At the same time, just a dozen miles away in this mountainous area, a slightly thin mercenary was hugging Bonaparte's thigh and crying bitterly: "Master, please don't kill me, I'll say everything, I'll say everything, please spare me." ”

Bonaparte looked indifferently at the mercenary who was holding his thigh and crying, to be honest, he did not have a good impression of this mercenary, not only because he had been bullied in the grotto camp, but also because their presence was likely to affect his plans.

And just now, when Marcelo appeared in front of this mercenary with the calf of the arrogant captive, the thin mercenary collapsed directly, and this is the current scene.

Although Bonaparte hated these mercenaries, the indifference on his face was only fleeting, and in exchange for a kind smile from Bonaparte, he saw Bonaparte gently squatting down to comfort the thin mercenary: "Don't be nervous, don't be afraid, what do you say slowly, sir, I ask, you answer, okay?"

"Yes, sir. When the mercenary saw Bonaparte talking so well, he felt that he might be a good man, so he forced himself to hold back his crying, wiped his snot and tears, and said weakly: "If you ask, sir, Gil must know everything and say everything!"

Seeing that the mercenary was so cooperative, Bonaparte smiled, but he was not in a hurry, Bonaparte only started with some guiding questions, and slowly asked how effective their mercenary group was.

And Marcelo, who had been watching Bonaparte's interrogation, felt a chill in his heart, but he saw with his own eyes that Bonaparte cut off the calf of the commander's brother-in-law without blinking an eye and ordered the sacrifice of the flag, and now the thin mercenary regarded Bonaparte as a good man, the only good man he could rely on.

Marcelo couldn't help but complain in his heart, do you think I am willing to hold that bloody calf? Now it is good, the original murderer covered in blood has become a good person to rely on, and I, an innocent bystander, have become a feared demon.

But at the moment, he didn't have the slightest resistance to Bonaparte, and Bonaparte's face-changing skill alone was enough to kill him.

Just when Marcelo was still muttering in his heart, Bonaparte turned his head to look at Marcelo and asked him if the results of the interrogation just now were different from the facts, and Marcelo, who received Bonaparte's information, was stunned for a moment, and then gave a positive message, please, this kid has been tamed like this by you, how can there be a lie?

After receiving the definite information, Bonaparte patted the thin mercenary on the shoulder with relief and comforted: "Okay, Jill, don't worry, my lord knows everything I want to know, my lord will definitely guarantee your life, and even get your reward back from that unscrupulous leader!"

"Thank you, sir, sir, your great kindness to Gil will never be forgotten!" The mercenary named Gil heard that Bonaparte would get their reward back, and immediately looked grateful to Dade, and it could be seen that it was from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, well, you follow us first, and see how I get paid for you, sir." Bonaparte comforted Gil seriously at this time, and there was a kind of chivalrous style, which made Marcelo look at it and sigh secretly, the acting skills of these careerists were comparable to those theater plays.

In fact, Bonaparte chatted with Jill just now, combined with the information he got from talking to Marcelo before, Bonaparte also had a general understanding of the strength of this so-called mercenary group, which was almost above the hooligans and below the robbers.

The reason why he asked Gil just now was to a large extent to see if there was a discrepancy between his confession and the information provided by Marcelo, and even this Gil knew more things than Marcelo, which was also the reason why Bonaparte consulted Marcelo just now, after all, even if Marcelo didn't know, he could basically judge the credibility of his confession.

After being prepared in his heart, Bonaparte waved his sword and ordered: "All the army!

After receiving Bonaparte's military orders, this army, which had just been formed by the peasants, began to show their advantages as a blank slate, they had not received any military training before, so they could carry out Bonaparte's military orders most solidly, so they were also Bonaparte's most trustworthy force.

But these people are still peasants, still peasants who have just laid down their hoes, and they don't dare to kill at all, so what should they do? Now Bonaparte has arranged for them a crash course----- Flag Sacrifice!

After receiving the order to march, the village guards lined up in an orderly manner, but this time it was different, under the arrangement of each team leader, they lined up in a long long line of snakes, and they slowly advanced one by one, and after the array advanced less than a few dozen steps, they stopped.

Because there was a dead tree in front of them, and there was a living man hanging from the dead tree, and the living man was hanging from the tree and struggling desperately, and at that moment little Hillman appeared in front of them and shouted: "The whole army obeys the order! This is the enemy spies! He tried in vain to find out the situation of our army, but was caught by our cavalry squad, and the captain ordered that all the militiamen passing by this place should take out their spears and stab him in the body!"

Hearing such a military order, everyone began to stir, and they began to communicate with the people in front of them and behind them, but at this time, little Hillman pulled out the long sword on his waist, and cut off the mercenary's left ankle with just one sword: "Those who disobey military orders, the captain will give you one last chance, put down your weapons and clothes on the spot, and turn around and go home! How to choose depends on yourself, take a step forward! We will still be brothers in the future! Take a step back, please put down your arms, and we will still be villagers in the future!"

After saying that, little Hillman continued to walk forward without looking back, followed by the members of the "semi-motorized donkey cavalry" team, and they also consciously left a knife on the mercenary.

Behind them was Marcelo, although Marcelo was not a member of the village guard, but he had already been loyal, such a good opportunity to show loyalty, he would not let go, at that moment he snatched a militiaman's spear, stabbed a shot at the mercenary, and closely pursued the donkey cavalry in front.

All that was left was a group of militiamen who looked at each other, dressed in uniform clothes, but at the moment they did not have a unified mind.

"Damn! Lao Tzu was originally just a peasant who was bullied, but it was the captain who asked me to be the leader of this team! It was the master who gave me 10 copper coins a year!" The first to speak was old Lucas, who saw him pick up the spear in his hand and stab the mercenary's body without hesitation, without any accident, a pillar of blood gushed out from the mercenary's body, and the mercenary's eyes gradually began to dissipate.

But God didn't seem to want to cheapen this mercenary like this, after someone took the lead, the members of Old Lucas's group also consciously stepped forward and stabbed their guns, and after a group took the lead, one group after another, slowly the queue began to march again, and no one was left behind in the middle!