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The flames on the top of the city rose and went out, and the shouts of killing were deafening, and calm returned......

In fact, this qiē only lasted for a short half of the hourglass, and the emperor's ** team that burned over like a flame retreated like a flame, leaving only the corpses lying on the head of the city, and on the top of the city, the tulip banner of Tuminis was still fluttering proudly in the firelight, but the face of every soldier in the firelight did not see a trace of the joy of success.

At the head of the city, among the hundreds of corpses, the empire's losses were less than two or three, and the rest were all generals of the Tumenis Kingdom's garrison.

Although with the help of the operation of the teleportation circle in the city, the Tumenians have obtained a steady stream of supplies, but perhaps this is what the Imperial people want, they just want to make these Tuminians who are lonely in the enemy's land frustrated, frightened, and finally give up, so it is just a day and half a night, such a short attack, has been repeated more than twenty times, all of them are small-scale attacks, but the losses caused do not seem to be less than a large city defense battle.

"Damn Imperial Dog Mongrel ......" The soldiers at the head of the city cursed and gathered up the bodies of their comrades and restored the city to its original state, but the loss seemed to have numbed them, and at the order of the commander, a group of patrolling guards re-ascended the wall to replace the damaged ones, and the overseer team patrolled back and forth along the wall.

There is no doubt that in the defense of the city, the work of the overseers, or the most advantageous of the soldiers participating in the battle, they do not need to occupy the first line, nor do they need to face the enemy, as long as they can defuse those suspicious movements on their own side, it is enough. But this kind of privilege is actually relative, picketing traitors. The work of troublemakers and runaways is equally tedious......

After all, although war is called a game of lords, there is no one in it who can really be as easy as a game.

"What's going on? What are you bastards doing here? Want to rebel?"

When the order of Yiqiē was gradually in order, the soldiers were gradually gathering in the open space near the city gate, and the group of soldiers was gradually divided into two sides. There were hundreds of them, and dozens of them were a heavily armed overseer team, who were raising their spears and swords at the moment and aimed at the group of people in front of them, shouting and scolding: "Go back." Get back to your kennels!

"Military law? Are you scared when you are a b......itch?"

on the center of the confrontation between the two sides. A soldier sneered. The armor on his body was tattered, blood and dust were in a mess, and his voice was not high, but it had a momentum of its own, and he sneered when the opponent in front of him glanced at the neat and beautiful clothes and armor of the knight of the warring team in front of him. It's not loud. But let everyone listen to it;" When Lao Tzu was the commander of hundreds of people under General Claudia, you little turtle eggs were still playing in your mother's belly, and you dared to talk to Lao Tzu like this. Something that hasn't grown all the hair, get out of the way!"

"You...... What do you want to do?"

One of the knights in the Warlord's team shouted, but as soon as his eyes met the other party, he suddenly shuddered, and his voice suddenly stunned the dirty guy in front of him, glaring at him as if he was looking at a dead man, making him, a veteran who had been on the battlefield several times, feel cold. He held his breath again, and reluctantly wanted to drink the guy in front of him, but before he could speak, another person beside him had already cursed, "Hell, it's a guy in the Loyal Battalion......"

The words were not loud, but they immediately caused a group of soldiers of the Overseer to gasp. He also tightened the handle of the knife in his hand.

No wonder there is such a heavy murderous aura......

The Loyal Battalion is actually not a real establishment, but a title, which is used in the Tuminis army to punish knights who have committed serious crimes, or some soldiers, whose members have made big mistakes, such as fighting and killing people in the army, and the people in this camp, even if they have the title of knight, they do not have the treatment of knights on weekdays, and they have to engage in some heavy and dirty work such as suppressing bandits, building roads, etc., and then re-dismantling according to the table after a few years, but in wartime, the algorithm is not the same, usually a campaign reduces the time spent in the battalion for a year, but every time you fight, you must be responsible for charging at the front, in fact, it is no different from a death squad.

But because of this, the people in this loyal battalion are often murderous and unblinking, regardless of life and death, ordinary soldiers call them mad dogs, and no one wants to offend, after all, these dead people have nothing, and they don't care about pulling a few more burial companions.

"What are we doing? When the Imperials attacked, you cowards shrank in their own tortoise shells to save their lives, and the Imperials retreated, and you didn't dare to come out, so you let go of the Imperials in vain, and let them attack over and over again, Lao Tzu is not afraid of death, and helped you slaughter most of the Imperial people, and as a result, now you are putting food for Lao Tzu, fooling us with rancidity? Lao Tzu, I still want to ask, what do you gang of miscellaneous people want to do?"

A man walked forward, and the crowd split a path around him, revealing the tall guy.

He was half a head taller than the usual strong man, but his face was covered with a layer of dust and mud, and there were several deep and shallow wounds on it, the blood had dried up, and the purple-red blood scabs had been greasy with the messy stubble, as if he had covered his face with a mask, and he couldn't see Qingchu's face, only the bloodshot eyes looked particularly conspicuous and quite hideous. The breastplate he wore was loose and loose, and as he moved there was a creaking sound, and large clumps of flies surrounded him, and the buzzing sound was quite strange in his words.

But only a discerning person can see that the armor on his body is just the most ordinary kind of standard color, but under the reflection of the firelight, there is a strange purple and black, and a rich smell of blood slowly dissipates with his movements, which is the root cause of those flies......

The soldiers with Jingyan are almost certain that it is simply the color of human blood drying up on the armor, but how many people must be killed, and the blood splashed on the body can coagulate into such a purple-black color?

"You bastards are also soldiers, do you know what the crime of withholding food and wages is? Are you going to cut off your head and put it on the gate tower, what about you here? Isn't it just a matter of whipping a few lashes? That's why you dare to do such a non-asshole thing?"

Walking up from behind the crowd, the sonorous voice of the big man came from afar:

"We all put up with living in haystacks and sleeping on the streets, but what do you goddamn bastards do with us? Today we just want to ask the general, who claims to share weal and woe with the soldiers, whether he ordered us to know if this kind of glutinous leftovers that pigs and dogs don't eat were ordered to us?"

He raised his hand, so that everyone could see that he was carrying a crockpot in his hand, with the help of the firelight. You can see a black and yellow thing inside, which has become a mass, and dozens of flies are scrambling around, happily burrowing in and out of the crockpot, and a disgusting smell of sour rot rushes out of the mouth of the jar. Even from afar, you can smell it: "Anyway, some shit stuff is quite bold." Even the uncle's rations dare to be deducted?!"

"I see. You fools, aren't you?"

A voice that was spread out by the illusion made everyone instantly reflexively turn their heads, noticing the person talking on the battlement of an inner wall used as a defense of the city not far away.

"Is the General, also a scumbag like you, to be seen? Is that thing on your neck just for that mouth? Or is it just to look tall?"

The man was unsurprisingly dressed as an aristocracy. At the end of this battle, his armor was shiny and faint, and the black eagle emblem on his burqa and the crossed bands of the hundred men seemed to indicate something. And his opening was also the usual bitterness of the little aristocratic soldiers, "Rancid? According to the general's order, everything in the whole city is the same! Why are you all good when others are eating, but you are spoiled? Maybe you like to eat something sour and spicy, so you let it go?"

This is not funny, but he has taken the lead in laughing, so the soldiers on both sides can only follow the coaxing, and the soldiers who came to protest on the opposite side did not jump like thunder because of this laughter, they just pressed the weapons on their waists, staring at the soldiers indifferently, the silent atmosphere with inexplicable coercion, so that those funny soldiers quickly opened their mouths and did not dare to speak.

In fact, this kind of thing is not surprising at all, there are very few people who can survive the Loyal Battalion during the war, so generally speaking, these people are treated as consumables, so it is not a problem to deduct some military funds or something. The average soldier of the Loyal Battalion rarely made a fuss about this kind of thing, because they were all substitutes, and there was nothing to judge about.

But the guys in the loyal battalion in front of him seem to be a little different.

"Don't come to this set! Blind people can see it, you still want to deny it to your face? Don't ask, uncle, who are we!"

The tall soldier became impatient, but he straightened his chest again: "Lao Tzu is a member of the Fourth Regiment of the Northern Division! The men of the Fourth Regiment of the Northern Regiment don't rub sand in their eyes! Lao Tzu was framed, but he didn't soften his bones, and our dignified knights, if we want to see your general, it won't be a shame for him! You give a word of permission, do you want us to see or not let you see you?"

I don't know what you used to do, and I don't know if your bones are hard or soft...... I don't want to know either!"

The noble knight with the title of 100 people frowned, but then let out a piercing sneer: "I only know that standing here are a bunch of waste scum who have escaped from the battle and lost the city they should protect! For you kind of waste, it is already the great king who is especially gracious to give you the opportunity to keep the title of knight and return to the battlefield! I don't want to fight for your rotten life to regain some reputation, and still pick and choose here? I said you still don't know what shame is, right?"

"You knights are just famous, and when you enter the Loyal and Brave Battalion, you still want to eat and drink spicy food? and you are still majestic? Okay? Trouble? Then make trouble, the title given to me by the Duke also happens to be a hundred people, but what about it, Lao Tzu is the overseer! Kill hundreds of people who intend to rebel and smash them, even if they are broken bones and ashes, it is Lao Tzu's official business! No half of them dare to ask about this! What's the matter, do you want to try it?"

After a pause, he laughed out loud:

"Forget it, Lao Tzu is too lazy to look at the dead today, and after a day of fighting, I don't have the interest to watch you pretend to be dead dogs, so. That's all for today, you guys each of you will first remember the ten military sticks that despise your superiors!" his gaze swept over the silent liontooth knights, and his voice softened slightly, but he nodded, but showed a cruel smile: "According to the rules of the army, dinner should be eaten at the end of the meal, what about you, hurry up and eat the meal, and then go to sleep for me!"

The people of the Loyal and Brave Battalion were in an uproar. Those meals, which were originally rotten, are now in the city, and the masses of flies and mosquitoes have fallen in them, and they have all been mixed with those gruel, how can anyone eat them? This officer is clearly using an excuse to rectify them. Therefore, in the midst of the chaos, the grinding of metal is endless. Most of them had their hands on their weapons. Half of it has already been drawn!

"Hehe? It's really a bit of a dog's guts, is this trying to rebel?"

For this kind of ēixié, the aristocratic officer seemed to have expected it, glanced at these murderous veterans, and smiled cruelly: "Anyway, the imperial devils are all piecemeal today, and the guys of the brothers of the overseer team have not seen red today." You bastards want to try it, okay, let's try it?"

With the movement of his raised hand, a group of soldiers behind him had unfolded, and the longbow in his hand creaked. The powerful arrow has been put on the string, and the bright arrow is aimed at the people of the loyal battalion, although these people in the loyal battalion are veterans who have ignored life and death, but at this time they are also subconsciously quiet.

Although they were also wearing armor, but they did not carry shields, at this distance, those armor may not be able to block the longbow and arrows, and they are standing in the open space, but those archers are standing by the wall, no matter how much time it takes to rush over, this first round of arrows will inevitably put down dozens of them, and the loss in front of them is assured.

What's more, once there is a real disturbance, the other party gives an order, and the archers in the entire city, and even the mages, have to participate, even if they can rush over, they will only fight out a hundred and ten soldiers, but these soldiers are just some soldiers who fight and eat with their lives, even if they are killed, they are just some more unlucky guys to accompany the funeral, which is completely meaningless.

"How. I know I'm scared, it's a bunch of scum!"

The noble knight sneered,

Hold on

"Open the gates, open the gates!"

"Wait......" Watching those people walk slowly, the knight of the loyal battalion suddenly changed his face and opened his mouth, he stretched out his hand and pointed to one of the people behind the mage, and said loudly, but for a while, his fluent tone seemed to become stammering, and he couldn't speak: "That, you...... Who are you? ...... you?"

"What's the matter, what's the matter with you?"

The short figure under the black robe stopped and turned to him to ask.

In this person's voice, there seems to be a hint of young childishness, but there is a feeling of indifference permeated every tone, which makes people listen to it, and their hearts are awe-inspiring, and the murderous knight of the loyal battalion was also stunned, and his questions also paused, and he had to take a deep breath before continuing: "Hmm...... I'm sorry, Master, but I don't mean to be offended, but I just think that your companion seems to be a little familiar, like someone we are familiar with, so I ...... This, if it's convenient, can you let me see her face?" (To be continued......)