At noon, the sky was high and cloudy.

At the head of a large city wall, the soldiers squatting on the pointed watchtower narrowed their eyes suddenly, and saw that at the end of the official road, there were faintly many figures walking in a neat queue.

There was no panic, and of course, there was no need for that. This is the interior of the Zichen Legion Defense Zone, and it is very safe. And even if an enemy comes in, someone in front of him should report back in advance.

Sure enough, after a little bit of walking, a few small figures in the group rushed up to one side of the mound, and then several flags of different colors and quite conspicuous waves kept waving.

"Friendly forces, safety. The three armies of Thunder, with division-level establishments, have more than 1,300 people...... Yes, it's a refuge again. The lookout squinted his eyes and whispered the meaning of the flag one by one. Of course, the latter sentence is pure spitting.

There is no telephone in the other world, and civil communication basically relies on roaring. But of course, the army can't do this, human wisdom is infinite, so like the scouts who specialize in delivering news, or the current flag, they are all a way to communicate. The flag language is suitable for short and medium distances, and if a team of more than 1,000 people like this wants to enter the city, it is undoubtedly better to say hello first, so as not to cause any misunderstanding.

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While the lookouts were looking at this, two men on horseback in the group were also looking at the city in the distance. If anyone with even the slightest knowledge of Bran's rank was here, they would recognize it as an adjutant general, a division commander, from the emblem on their arms.

Both of them are middle-aged, and if you intuitively judge from their appearance and temperament, the age of the adjutant general should be slightly older than that of the division commander. Of course, this is just speculation, mainly because this pair is wearing an off-the-beaten-style dark red curly hair. But the appearance is dignified. Calm demeanor. And the division commander was exposed and looked much more reckless.

But now the calm lieutenant general seemed a little dazed, and although his eyes were staring at the city in the distance, he had no focus. The division commander next to him didn't notice it at first, but when he saw the adjutant general maintaining a long-term looking posture, he realized that he was distracted, and coughed twice: "Ahem, general." We're here. ”

"Yes. The lieutenant nodded slightly, still in his mind.

Seeing this, the division commander leaned in and said, "The general doesn't need to worry, the previous battle was dictated by the current situation, and no one would have imagined that the barbarians would all pounce on them like mad dogs." When we go back and remobilize our troops, we will definitely be able to fight a beautiful turnaround, and we will be able to get out of this aggrieved bird's spirit. ”

The deputy general finally came back to his senses and smiled noncommittally: "Hehe, okay, I'm waiting to see your turnaround." ”

The division commander knew he had guessed wrong. Then he raised his eyebrows, as if he thought of something. Lowered his voice: "The general is thinking about that pretentious guy...... Belch. ”

Before the words fell, the deputy general seemed to be told what was in his heart, Huo Ran turned his head, his eyes were as sharp as a knife. However, after seeing the stunned expression of the middle-aged division leader, it instantly dimmed, and shook his head gently: "Old, old...... Meison, you've been with me for decades, and you know about that event. Well, I don't know what's going on in the last few days, I always think that guy will suddenly jump out and stab me with a gun...... Hehe, maybe the older you get, the more timid you become. ”

"Haha, the general is joking, you are in your prime, and when you broke through not long ago, you also slashed the head of the barbarian who stood in the way, and you have nothing to do with the old word. The middle-aged division commander called Maison shook his head and smiled, there was no trace of sycophants in his demeanor, and then he sighed slightly, and said with a big grin, "General, you don't need to worry too much. No matter how that pretentious guy escaped back then, but since he didn't honestly find a place to hide and hide incognito, but dared to swagger to the front line, he was looking for death!"

After a pause, this Maison was worthy of his appearance and temperament, and when he opened his mouth, he had a bloody and ferocious aura, "Hehe, and he deserves to die, he was recognized by the gray eagle who was an archer instructor in the back, this is God's will, let's do it again and send him to hell completely!haha, although because of this damn barbarian, let us cut off contact with the boy Kolona." But if he guessed correctly, he was afraid that he would have already ambushed the corpse in the wilderness, and the vultures had been sucked away from the flesh, and the bones were gone. ”

Speaking of Colo, the red-haired lieutenant is naturally what Frey calls the ferret, Venal.

Hearing Maison's words of confidence and contentment, he didn't have any excited expression, and squinted at the approaching city wall again, with a look of reminiscence: "It's too early to say this, Frey is not an easy person to give up, let alone an easy person to deal with...... Well, in fact, I have always admired him back then, and even admired him a little. If it weren't for the trick of fate, we would have been assigned to a division at the same time, and we would have to be compared. I believe that I will become good friends with him, and even brothers who trust him in life and death on the battlefield. Pity...... It's a pity that we are destined to be enemies, and he is too good, too good...... so good that the people around him couldn't emit the slightest light, and could only curl up and crouch in his shadow. ”

Speaking of this, there was some resentment in Weiner's words, and he was probably aware of it, so he shut up and slowed down. Maison on the side nodded silently, he and the gray eagle who was transferred to the rear as an archer instructor were all old men who had followed Weiner for decades, and they were also a member of the Wind Sharp Knife Team back then, so they naturally knew Weiner's feelings. In fact, when they themselves were compared with the soldiers of the Thunder Gun Breaking Formation, they couldn't feel the same way.

"Of course, there is no point in saying that now. Weiner shook his head slightly, "Since we are already an enemy, we must kill them by any means! This is like water that has been spilled, it is impossible to recover it, and what we can do now is to sprinkle some dust and bury this water trace completely." ”

"The general is reassured. Hearing this, Mason raised his head slightly, and the evil in his expression became even stronger, "It's not his Frey's age anymore. Even if Colona hadn't killed him, with our current status, there would have been plenty of opportunities to kill him. ”

Weiner didn't object this time, and nodded slightly. This is the case, now Weiner is a deputy general, and Frey is just a battalion commander, still in the gray army. No matter how you look at it, it is directly crushed without suspense. But then he still said cautiously: "This matter must be resolved as soon as possible, he may not know that I was manipulating the matter behind the scenes, but the nobleman was killed by him, if he is forced to ask it, and then publicize it, it will be a big trouble." ”

After a pause, as if thinking of something, he continued, "Oh, there's more. Although Frey is not much of a threat to us now, he is not to be taken lightly. That madman from Barlow was his subordinate, and if he knew that Frey wasn't dead, we wouldn't have had a chance to get off again. ”

Barlow's involvement in the encirclement and suppression of the Grey Army last year is known to most of the Thunder Legion. But no one had heard of Barlow's encounter with Frey. The reason for this is, of course, because Barlow didn't publicize it after he came back, after all, the relationship between the Gray Army and Bran was very tense at that time, and if Frey's identity was exposed, it wouldn't pull hatred. As for now, Barlow really didn't know that Frey had come to the front line, otherwise with his status, how could he let Frey and the others go to the wilderness front line as cannon fodder.

"Understood. Maison simply nodded, Barlow is also a general, one level higher than Vernal, of course they have to be careful to avoid, "Don't worry, general, when I go back this time, I will immediately start investigating all the news about Frey." Hehe, after so many years, they are still in the light, and we are still in the dark. Last time, he was able to run thousands of miles to kill that brainless nobleman, can he still rush over and kill us this time?"

The sarcastic words of "hehe......" made the corners of Weiner's mouth rise and he chuckled twice.

By this time, the advancing procession had reached the gates of the city. The soldiers defending the city had already received the news from the watchtower, and politely stepped forward to verify the road here, and then waved their hands to let them go. But at this moment, suddenly,

Outcry......

A commotion came from behind, and Weiner turned his head in astonishment on his horse, and then frowned. I saw that a small team was rushing to the city gate at the same time, and looking at their armor style, it turned out to be that it was also from the Thunder Legion. However, their demeanor was very anxious, and their movements were also brutal and rude, and they even crashed into the queue here and insisted on rushing to the city gate.

In normal times, the behavior of crossing and colliding with the arrays of other teams for no reason can be said to be taboo in the army. This involves the issue of the sense of honor of the soldiers of the team, and if you are not careful, it will be a group fight. It's no wonder that when Weiner saw this, he frowned and was a little dissatisfied.

The soldiers guarding the city here have passed, but the negotiation is not very smooth, and I saw a big man on the other side holding a road slip, and his roar shook the sky: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, someone on our side is injured, and now we have to go into the city for treatment...... How the fuck do you dare to stop me? Fuck off......"

Weiner suddenly realized that this was to hurry up and send the wounded soldiers into the city for treatment, and under such a hurry, the other party naturally couldn't care about anything else.

Seeing this, Maison's face was a little gloomy: "Bang, which unit of these bastards is from? Dare to rush my division......"

"Forget it. With a wave of his hand, Weiner was generous, steering his horse to the side, "Spread out and let them go first." ”

Preventing wounded soldiers from entering the city for treatment is unreasonable no matter where it goes. Although at Weiner's level, if he really wants to be advanced, the other party can't do anything about him, but this kind of self-destructive thing is of course not good.

Mason knew this, too, and although he was a little dissatisfied, he waved his soldiers to spread out on both sides, making way to the city gates.

Soon, the group of soldiers with hurried expressions walked into the center of the group, close to the location of Weiner and the others.

En Weiner frowned suddenly, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that some of these soldiers looked over here, and that look was a little familiar......

Maison didn't care, seeing that these soldiers were covered in blood and mud, and some were carried on improvised stretchers, he couldn't help but smack his lips: "Tsk, this injury is not light......"

Injure...... A flash of lightning flashed through Maisen's mind, his scalp was numb, and his face changed instantly, "No! This is the inside of the Zichen Legion Defense Zone, where are they injured?"

The voice did not fall, and ...... A green spear was raised in the middle of the team, and the lightning overflowed, shining on the spot. Then a roar exploded, "Do it!"

Familiar spears, familiar electric glows...... Weiner's pupils contracted sharply, and the coolness behind him instantly rushed from the tail vertebrae to his brain, and he exclaimed, "Frey!"

............ (To be continued......)