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Early morning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Winnie City.

On the city walls, the Asman flag fluttered high in the wind.

Venei is the capital of Riyadh Province, located in the eastern part of the province, only 500 miles away from the city of Hailan, is a well-known fortified city, with the reputation of the imperial capital.

Over the past few hundred years, Asman has undergone a transformation from a kingdom to an empire, and in the process of this transformation, the former Sith Empire has used force against it more than once, and several times has been smashed to the head under the city of Venee.

Winnie City has become a moat that the Sith Expeditionary Force will never be able to cross, shattering the dreams of famous imperial generals and letting thousands of men sleep in a foreign country. It is like a turning point in history, witnessing the fall of an old empire and the rise of a new one.

At this time, outside the city gate, three thousand rescue soldiers dressed like beggars on the street stood sparsely, and everyone's eyes fell on the military flag on the city wall.

If the military flag is not falling, hope is still there. The military flag does not fall, and there is a hot land that is still called the motherland.

At this moment, many people couldn't help but burst into tears and couldn't cry.

Brooke walked out of the city gate and walked towards Lin Feng. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, because this young marshal of the Famous Empire was actually a ten-year-old young man. This astonishment was soon replaced by a natural respect, for he understood that it was such a young man who, when the Imperial army was retreating, had raised the banner of resistance behind enemy lines, and had created incredible battle deeds.

"Young Marshal, welcome. With a friendly smile on his face, Brooke strode forward. stretched out his hand to Lin Feng.

A smile is sincere and warm.

He knew that this was the best consolation for these heroes who had struggled to crawl out of the pile of the dead.

"General Brooke, just call me Lin Feng" Lin Feng smiled bitterly and shook hands with Brooke.

The title of young marshal is extremely heavy for him, and it will throw him to the bloody battlefield in an instant.

Just as a blooming flower needs to be nourished by sunshine and rain, the reputation of the young marshal is watered by the blood and lives of countless people. Stay away from the battlefield. He would rather be an ordinary man than a ruthless "young marshal" who is willing to pay anything to destroy the enemy.

Brooke didn't speak again. Because when his gaze fell on the rescue soldier behind Lin Feng, he could no longer speak.

What kind of army was this—three thousand men stood in such a haphazard manner, many still dressed in bulging clothes. Some even got upper. They have all kinds of weapons in their hands, and most of them are obviously picked up from the battlefield. Some people simply hold farm tools in their hands. Others, holding wooden spears and forks that had been sharpened out of their hands.

Brooke has been through many battles and won countless victories in his life, but he would never dare to say that he can lead such a group of people to fight and win. And in the face of the Blood God Cult. Brooke felt that even if he had the most elite troops in the Empire, he was not sure that he would win. However, it is such an army. He actually pulled out one tooth after another in the demon's mouth. It has become a big problem for the enemy to be surrounded and suppressed by heavy troops.

Lin Feng noticed Brooke's expression. said softly: "These guys who don't have the slightest military discipline make the general laugh." But. They were really tired."

Brooke finally came back to his senses: "Young marshal, don't be like this, this is the best army I have ever seen in my life"

The words of this famous imperial general are full of deep feelings—a man's sincere admiration for a group of hot-blooded men who have returned from a catastrophe.

"It's a pity that they are the only ones who survived. Lin Feng sighed.

"Can the young marshal tell you how you did it?"

Obviously, Brooke wanted to know why Salvation had been able to win one by one in the harsh conditions.

"The Blood God Cult has opened the gates of hell, and I have pushed many people into it with my own hands. And those who survived were forced into crazy beasts by me. What can't be done when death is a luxury?"

"Young Marshal, please lead your troops into the city"

After Lin Feng nodded, Brooke strode to the front of the rescue.

"Heroes of the Empire, please go into the city and rest, I, Brooke, on behalf of Empress Linmei and the Emperor, salute you"

Qing Yue's voice clearly reached the ears of the soldiers. As far as the eye could see, a general with a twinkling star on his shoulders stood by the roadside, facing the soldiers, and invited them into the city with a solemn military salute.

According to the tradition of the military, it is usually the subordinates who salute the chief first, and then the recipient returns the salute, and very few leaders take the initiative to salute the subordinates. This kind of rare information often appears when subordinates have made great achievements, or when they deserve the respect of the entire army. That is, this military salute of Brooke, in a certain sense, not only represents himself, but also represents all Asman soldiers.

After Lin Feng entered the city, under the leadership of Brooke, he quickly settled the troops.

"I'll take you to a resting place later. Now someone is anxious to see you, I'll take you there."

After walking out of the rescue camp, Brooke said to Lin Feng. Just now, his understanding of Lin Feng was a little deeper. The young marshal, dragging his tired body, inspected the rescue tent side by side, and inquired about the condition of each wounded and sick. From these subtleties, Brooke saw that the success of this young marshal was no accident.

"Young Marshal Lin Feng has arrived, and he is in charge. Brooke sent Lin Feng outside Hyrum's room, and as soon as the guards reported him, he said goodbye to Lin Feng and left. Although this time there are many opportunities to contact with Hyrum

He knows how to take a sense of proportion. And the wolf army guards at the door don't seem to be interesting.

"Please come in. A gentle voice came from inside the room.

When Lin Feng walked into the room, Hyrum was standing in front of the window, looking intently at a cluster of withered flowers outside the window.

The beautiful back of Na Na and the faint sorrow of the beauty of the sad spring made Lin Feng a little stunned for a while. A subtle feeling suddenly rose in his heart: the bloody battle on the battlefield was to keep this scene.

Hyrum turned around gracefully, her eyes carefully examining Lin Fengdi.

"Good work. Young marshal. "Hyland Road.

"Lin Feng has seen the commander, and he really doesn't dare to be called a young marshal," Lin Feng hurriedly responded. For this mysterious woman who was once forced to throw herself into the river and praised by him many times, Lin Feng had a deep respect in his heart.

"At first, I thought that he kept this child in the Sith to help him delay the Blood God Cult and gain time. Unexpectedly, after his short training, a young young marshal stepped onto the stage of war. Seemingly. His vision is really unique, and he can see so clearly the direction of a war. It's just that this kid is too extreme, and the difference from him is too great. Hyrum looked at Lin Feng and remembered the advice he told when he parted with Liuyun.

"You didn't disappoint your teacher. Lin Feng. "Hyland Road.

Lin Feng smiled bitterly when he heard this: "If I had known that I was going to face such an enemy, I would definitely follow the past where Master left and have dreams, thinking that I could do whatever I wanted to do when I was young." But this war made me more and more confused, and I hit my head against the cold wall. ”

Hyrum looked at him silently. She knows. The young man was experiencing great pain in his heart. Everyone in a war must bear the trauma of war, let alone the commander of an army.

"For now, there is no one in the entire Asman Empire who has done better than you. Look far ahead and be open-minded. The road will get wider and wider. Hyrum reassured.

"If it weren't for the teacher's teaching, I wouldn't have been able to persevere until now. I think, the continent at the moment. Only the Teacher and his Black Eagle Legion might be able to withstand the attack of the Blood God Cult army. ”

"Probably not. Hyrum laughed. "Still. Since he has achieved a way of fighting through you, I believe he will not quietly watch the Blood God Cult wreaking havoc. And. With his cunning, I bet the Blood God Cult will touch a nose of ash in his hands. ”

"Not necessarily?" Lin Feng was surprised, "I hope what the Commander said is true. ”

"Hmm. Lin Feng, I came to you today, and I want to ask you something. Hyrum said, "I heard that your salvation never left any Sith captives?"

"Yes, Lord Archon. This is no ordinary war, and from the time these Sith soldiers choose to follow the demons, they are not qualified to survive in this world. Moreover, I can't put down the butcher's knife in my hand against these invaders who kill, set fire, and plunder," Lin Feng replied coldly.

Hyrum asked, "Lin Feng, if tomorrow is the end of the continent, can you still restrain the dark side of your heart? Even if you do it, how many people can you guarantee that you can do it?"

Lin Feng didn't answer, lowered his head and thought about it, he couldn't understand the meaning of Hyrum's words for a while.

"If these Sith soldiers had a chance to live, would they still be as crazy as they are now? They just couldn't see hope, so they chose to sink in despair. Don't you realize that this war is a struggle between the entire continent's races and the Blood God Cult?" Hyrum then asked.

"What should I do?" Lin Feng asked solemnly.

"In order to win a war, the battle between the armies is only one aspect, and it is important to combine all the forces at your disposal in order to weaken the enemy. The Blood God Cult has cornered the Siths, and if you give them a way to live, they will be in a hurry to get out of the Blood God Cult's control. Hyrum felt that she had to give the young man something more, or else he might take a detour that neither she wanted to see.

Lin Feng nodded silently.

"I ask you again, if you are now the defender of the city of Winnie, and the enemy cannot take it for a long time, so you will bring 100,000 Asman people to the city to threaten you. If you refuse to surrender, they will kill the 100,000 men. Will you hold on, or will you abandon the city?"

"Stick" Lin Feng made a choice without hesitation.

A trace of bitter sadness flashed in Hyrum's eyes, as if she remembered some painful past, and said slowly: "If it were me, I would give up the purpose of the struggle, not for the sake of the dead, but for more people to live freely." If the enemy can let them live, what right do I have to cut off their lives?The country exists because of the people, but in times of crisis, the people do not want rulers, but survival, which is why your teacher is called the god of war by the Huoyun people. ”

Hyrum's words obviously shocked Lin Feng greatly.

"Am I doing everything wrong?"

"No, in extraordinary times, thunder means can also be used. I just hope you recognize that. You have a good rest for a few days, and maybe you will see the great power of wisdom and innovation in warfare. Talent is the decisive force of war, and turning soldiers into beasts and tools is the opposite of an act. Hyrum finally said...