Due to the hasty march and hasty preparations before entering the city for several days, the Silan knights from the Eastern Military Region of the empire did not have time to carefully wipe their armor and install ceremonial decorations.

Coupled with the disgraced and embarrassed Portland Mission, the Knights of a Thousand Men in the dust are more like an army escorting captives back from the battlefield, still with a lingering murderous aura.

There was no uniform movement into the city, there was no guard of honor, and even those knights actually put on a battle alert formation.

"The dragon god is above, this, this is too unsophisticated!"

"What are the guys in the Eastern Military Region going to do?"

"Could it be that these Portlanders have just been beaten up?"

Seeing the Portland Mission, which was in stark contrast to the Tessi Mission, and several plainclothes officials who were cooperating with each other to guide the atmosphere in the crowd on the side of the main road inside the city gate, they really couldn't understand which one the third-class guard and the people from the Eastern Military Region were singing.

Before they could react, a deafening cheer erupted like a volcano among the surrounding people.

"Long live the Empire!"

"Damn the Portland pigs!"

"Long live the knights of the Empire!"

"Well done! good boys!"

"This is the real soldier!

The emotions of the vast majority of people at the scene were completely out of control for a while, and those little officials looked around in a daze, dazed, they hadn't started yet, why did they burn? !

The almost frenzied commoners and nobles cheered like a mountain and a sea, even more enthusiastic than when the third prince entered the city.

Equally embarrassed and emaciated, the Slans' own Knights and Portland's Mission represent different meanings in the eyes of these commoners and nobles.

The former represents merit, the latter represents the captive, an unbeatable real live show!

There is no shortage of veterans among the people. They easily saw the relationship between the two sides in the second team entering the city, like more than a thousand murderous wolves driving more than a hundred weak and pitiful sheep into the imperial capital.

Those young lads are all real soldiers, all of them are like wolves and tigers, and they are all wrapped around with an indissoluble evil aura, how can they not make these people happy with such vicious and vicious appearances.

The more fierce and ruthless the soldiers, the more domineering they are, the more stable their lives will be, the more secure they will be, if a group of weak and bullying little sheep guard the frontier, how can people sleep well?

Not only that, but many young knights who were driven by the enthusiastic emotions of the surrounding crowd even couldn't help but pull out their long swords in their hands. There was a terrible roar, and the people roared and the horses neighed, and there were dark purple and even bright red blood stains on the cold and shining long sword, which was the blood of authentic Portlanders.

As soon as the bloodstained weapon appeared, the scene instantly reached a white heat, and everyone went crazy.

The soldiers of the Imperial Capital City Defense Army were screaming to stop the crowd from squeezing into the middle of the road, they were under great pressure, and they couldn't stop wailing in their hearts, and their brothers were eating together. For the sake of the Empire, you can stop for a while!

"Deliberately! It must be deliberate!"

In the middle of the mission, Dillon, the diplomat who led the team, had an earthy face, and he knew that their mission had been trapped. The guard of the Silan royal family was simply an extremely thoughtful fellow, one link after another, and it was impossible to predict the hidden conspiracy in it.

Using the seemingly careless dismount as an introduction, the mission was forced to march to the death. and then appeared in the eyes of all social classes in the Slan Imperial Capital with such an embarrassing appearance, and there was no need for any deliberate real appearance to interpret this "play" to the extreme, which was completely seamless. There are no flaws.

The entire Portland Mission became a victim of the momentum of the Slanns, and it was pitiful that he originally wanted to take the opportunity to suppress the momentum of the Slans, but he didn't expect to be put on the sidelines.

Moslig lowered his gaze and whispered, "Lord Dillon, this is a coincidence, it must be a coincidence!"

He didn't dare to look at those Slans, for fear that some bold guy would rush over and beat him.

The scene that was boiling in front of him and almost burning not only slapped the Portlanders in the face, but also raised the prestige of the Slan royal family and military to a new level.

"Long live the Empire!~"

With a dazzling battle qi rising all over his body, Lin Mo pulled out his long sword and roared and pointed straight at the sky, instantly pulling the ceremony of entering the city to the extreme of climax.

What etiquette, what is pleasing to the eye, only this kind of pure man with true temperament, the roughness of the real man can move people's hearts the most, and a terrible and piercing howl was immediately echoed in the city gate, and only the heavenly boss was left in the hearts of the crazy Slans, and the hegemonic mentality of my second brother who despised the common people made the Tessies and Portlanders all go to hell!

In fact, these fancy intestines were not what he thought, they were just the result of various factors pushing each other, and they just cheapened Lin Mo.

As Mosrig, a member of the Portland mission, said, all this was just a coincidence, and I am afraid that the royal family, who had only given Lin Mo a temporary appointment paper, did not expect that such a barbaric and crude style could bring such an effect.

Some people have exhausted their calculations, but they were unexpectedly given the first opportunity by the other party, and only the scheming planners can experience the feeling that the old blood will not be sprayed.

"Hmm! Our Lord Morin is very showy?"

The third prince, Orchi Silan, who had already entered the city and was about to arrive at the outer post house, glanced back at the direction of the city gate, and the movement there really surprised him.

Behind the third prince, a commander riding a maroon high-headed war horse and wearing heavy armor held a long sword in his hand, and said with a frosty face: "This guy, isn't his scheming too deep, he dares to steal the limelight from His Royal Highness, hmph, wait for me to find a chance to teach this fool a good lesson." ”

"Nonsense! Morin is a member of the royal family, and his limelight is the limelight of the royal family, Tiger Silkworm! Who are you going to teach a lesson?"

The third prince Olqi's face turned cold, and he scolded in a deep voice.

"Uh, I know my mistakes!"

The commander on the maroon war horse hurriedly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Keep an eye on the Tessies and don't put unnecessary energy on irrelevant people. ”

The third prince Olchi snorted lightly, lowered his voice, and reminded the generals beside him who followed him to guard the northern frontier and prevent the Ambrizets and Ibizians from going south to fight the autumn wind.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

There was a neat response from all around.

"Tiger Silkworm, I really shouldn't have taken you back to the imperial capital, you should stay on the border and play a game of killing and killing with the Ambrizets every day. ”

A red-haired young man in black-gray knight's armor winked his eyes gloatingly at the heavily armored leader Tiger Silkworm who had just made a mistake.

"Shut up, Gary, it seems that you are the smartest in the whole world, why don't we practice and see if your mouth can convince my fist?"

As one of the five tiger generals in Northern Xinjiang, the tiger silkworm commander lit up his sturdy iron-like flesh under his heavy armor, and threatened viciously.

"Ryujin is a rude fellow, no wonder you can only be a commander, not a legion leader. ”

The red-haired young man in the black-gray knight's armor laughed at each other nonchalantly.

"Enough is enough, you two convergence! This is the imperial capital, not the northern frontier!"

On the right hand side of the third prince, a young man in a gorgeous light armor suddenly spoke to stop the-for-tat confrontation between the two, and he took advantage of the noise around him to turn his face slightly and said: "Your Highness, although this Merlin is no longer a dragon knight, but with his relationship with the dragon cavalry legion, should we continue to show favor to him, find a way to let him secretly serve His Highness, and his status as a royal guard can also bring a lot of convenience." ”

"The Dragoon Legion is not something that we princes can touch, the eldest sister and the second brother are staring at it, don't act rashly, not to mention the fourth, hum, it is estimated that he has already thought of going with you, in a few years, the fifth will join this game again, and it will be more lively at that time!"

Although he didn't admit it directly, although he was told by the people around him, the Three Emperors Orch remained silent.

In fact, these princes and princesses all know that the reason why their father, the emperor, was able to successfully inherit the throne and reduce all the emperor's uncles and uncles to commoners, is definitely not a simple person to be fooled.

The words that seemed to be a warning and a disguise of his heart, the words of His Royal Highness the Third Prince made the young man in gorgeous light armor fall silent.

"The Outer Post House has arrived! Lord Dillon, Mothrig, I'll send you here, I hope you can live in Deland and have fun!"

Lin Mo's smile was like a demonic grin in the eyes of the Portland Mission, and it scared these poor fellows who were suffering mentally and physically shivered.

"Xie Lu, Lord Xie Molin's 'care' all the way, I will definitely remember it in my heart!"

Dillon, the diplomat who led the mission, saluted with the most standard gesture, but his tone was like gritting teeth.

Lin Mo smiled disappreciatively, this is the territory of the Slans, there is a kind of coming to beat me!

"Xie Lu, Lord Xie Morin!"

Mosrig didn't hate the other party as much as Dillon, this guy was so cruel and ruthless, and it wasn't the first time he had learned it.

At least the other party didn't let himself and the others directly "evaporate from the world", at least they were able to arrive alive in Delan City, the capital of the Silan Empire.

"My lord, there seems to be something wrong with the list of the Portland Mission, why are there so many people missing?"

The fourth-class postman of the Wai Post stopped Lin Mo, who was about to hand over and leave, and he found that the roster of the mission that had been reported in advance for entry was much different from the number of people who had actually arrived at the Wai Post House, almost one-third less.

Lin Mo shrugged his shoulders and said disapprerovingly, "Well, they all went to see the Immortal God!"

The knights, whose hands were stained with the blood of the Portlanders, all nodded with a natural expression-

: Strictly speaking, Dragoon should be considered steampunk, and if you emphasize the magic square, it becomes a systematic text again. (To be continued......)