"Captain! Gil is useless! I failed to protect you in the battle in Lieyuan Town!, please confess!" Looking at Gil who was half-kneeling on the ground, Bonaparte blinked tiredly, then turned his head and continued to sleep: "Take the 'Redeemer' brothers to find a place to rest for a while, I have my own arrangements." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

After saying that, Bonaparte didn't care if Gil had anything to say, he waved his hand directly to signal him to retreat, looking at Bonaparte's tepid appearance, Gil was still unsure of Bonaparte's true thoughts for a while, but helplessly, Bonaparte had already issued an eviction order.

After a moment of hesitation, Gil could only leave Bonaparte's room in a huff, and as soon as Gil walked out of the door, a whisper slowly sounded in the silent room, in addition to the sound of the woman changing her towel: "The main stem is too weak, and the branches are too strong....... Looks like I've made a fundamental mistake before!"

At this time, Bonaparte was like a fierce beast, although he was seriously injured at this time, but this beast was quietly ****ing his wounds in his lair at this time, sharpening his claws on the boulder, and when this beast counterattacked, it would inevitably be a more terrifying and fierce revenge.

At the same time as Bonaparte's **** wound, the night slowly fell, not far from the Roman village, at the barracks on the banks of the Yi River, at this time, the originally empty barracks were even more desolate against the backdrop of the night, but the little torches on several arrow towers around the barracks told people that this barracks stood in the dark like a reef in the sea, resisting all dangers.

Although the barracks looked desolate and quiet, the barracks was so bustling with activity that it could be described as brightly lit, and the barracks, the size of two football fields, were surrounded by tents of all kinds, scattered in a mess, and bright bonfires were lit outside each tent.

The people around the campfire are men and women, old and young, these people are gambling, eating, drinking, keeping warm, chatting wantonly, and even passionate men and women are doing those hormonal things, of course, this is inevitably a lot of other people stop to watch and voyeur hints.

"My lord, there's been no movement on Ramos' side, except that on a few occasions our brother has gone out to relieve us and it always feels like someone is paying attention to us, you see?" said a soldier in the dark tent to Marcelo.

On the other hand, Marcelo did not react to the soldier's words, as if Marcelo did not hear the meaning of the soldier's words at all, only to see Marcelo staring up at the stars in the night sky in a daze, and gradually a low moan sounded in Marcelo's throat, which rose and fell intermittently, and it seemed to be a song when you listened carefully.

"I haven't been home for many years, I don't know if the priest's kitten continues to gain weight, I don't know if my mother has ...... in the past few years" Suddenly Marcelo stopped the low hum in his throat and muttered to himself in a cold voice: "Father...... Hmph!"

"Go to Ramos and Defoe, and tell them that instead of being so suspicious of each other, we should do something to prove that we are truly loyal to Master Bonaparte!"

Although the soldier didn't hear what Marcelo was talking to himself just now, he could clearly hear Marcelo's cold snort, thinking that his boss was not in a good mood now, so the soldier turned around and quit the barracks without hesitation as soon as he received Marcelo's order.

The night is getting thicker and thicker, the atmosphere in the barracks is getting heavier and heavier, the herald has not yet returned, Marcelo is still staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky, Marcelo was thinking about his hometown and relatives, but suddenly a human face flashed in his mind, it was Bonaparte.

Thinking of Bonaparte, Marcelo couldn't help frowning and muttered, "I don't know what the situation is now......

At the same time, Bonaparte, who was thinking about Marcelo, was awakened by a nightmare, only to see Bonaparte's forehead and face covered with beads of sweat, and beside him was a sleepy-eyed woman carefully holding the towel in her hand, seeing that Bonaparte was awakened, she was afraid that Bonaparte would be angry with her, and she just blindly asked Bonaparte in horror.

But Bonaparte only felt that his head was in a mess at this time, and he couldn't listen to anything the woman said, Bonaparte waved his hand and snatched the towel from the woman's hand to wipe off the cold sweat on his body, and gradually Bonaparte came back to his senses: "Go and call little Peter for me!"

The woman listened to Bonaparte's instructions and dared to hesitate, and immediately ran out of Bonaparte's room, watching the woman trot out of the door, Bonaparte felt that his body temperature was even higher at this time, although the wound on his shoulder had begun to stop bleeding, but then Bonaparte had to worry about the problem of wound infection, at this time Bonaparte could only pray to God that his wound would not be too infected.

After a while, little Peter, covered in mud, appeared in front of Bonaparte, Bonaparte looked at the young man in front of him, and saw that little Peter had red eyes, and the light armor of the original spirit had long been tattered, and even there were some wounds of different sizes on his hands and feet.

"Little Peter, you should go and remove all the brothers of the town militia now, so that everyone can rest for a night!

"Little Peter is not tired!" Little Peter retorted, stubbornly raising his head.

"Alas!" Bonaparte shook his hand and refused Little Peter's strong offer, but beckoned to Little Peter with a mysterious face, and motioned for him to come over: "You go and prepare first, and you ...... ...... like this"

Listening to Bonaparte's commands, although little Peter still looked flat, the trace of fear that flashed in his eyes could not escape Bonaparte's observation.