. 631 Angry Blood (3)

Central Salander, Torrick Tower,

At nine o'clock in the morning, the Torekta City Hall was full, and inside the closed municipal gates, the northern nobles of Salander were busy with representatives of Vecchia for an important military briefing.

It is said that it is a military briefing, but in fact, it is more like a meeting to put pressure on Vecchia, which can be seen from the disparity in the number of people attended by both sides.

At the head of the seats were the Duke of Lehr, the Duke of Shawnley, the Duke of Sheffield, the Duke of Gogan, the Duke of Waldorf, and the more than twenty northern nobles of the Wayne family, who occupied hundreds of seats and were dressed in ornate decorations, and on the other side, there were only a dozen or so people in the north, who had great prestige among the southerners. Behind them, there are large and small marquises, barons, their anxious and somewhat fearful eyes, almost all nervously staring at the other end of the hall, although they refuse to admit it, but in fact, they all know in their hearts that if this meeting is about the right to decide, even if all this side is added up, it can't match the other side of the sentence,

This is the difference in strength, as a third party participating in the war, the combat effectiveness and exploits of the Vekia army are obvious to all, not to mention that Hukochili, who is sitting on the opposite side, is not only a famous brave general among the many famous generals of Vekia, but the commander of the Central Army in the Vekia army, which is known for its absolute combat effectiveness, but the spokesperson of the Vekia Falcon,

Although the Salander nobles verbally clamored to suppress the Wiki army of only 20,000 people with their numbers, in front of the Wiki army, which is known as the elite of a hundred battles, there are really few generals who dare to stand up and speak, it can be said that without the participation of the Wiki army, the current northern army would have been defeated by Kyoto as early as the beginning, and they could not sit here so calmly and start negotiations with the Wikiians on the terms of withdrawal,

"General Hukochili, we want to ask, the perimeter of Kyoto is all in our hands, why is the Vikchian army still lingering outside Kyoto, and there is no sign of attacking Kyoto?"

After some brief introductions of military information, on the opposite side of Hukochili, a head of the Northern Noble Alliance of Salander was the first to stand up and asked aloud to the absent-minded Hukochili in a reproachful tone

The gray-headed old duke was the lord of Tawak in the south, and his territory was in the Tawak Plains in the south, which was one of the most beautiful areas in the south with beautiful scenery and lakes interspersed with dense forests, so the Duke of Sheffield had always been aware of the sluggish advance of the northern army

He was also the most enthusiastic person for the reconquest of the South, and when he fled in Kyoto, he was arrested for taking the lead in protesting against Kyoto's Southern Decree, which made his popularity unrivaled among the northern and southern nobles for a while.

At this time, he was like a drunken rooster, stiff and staggered up from his seat, as if he knew that what he was asking was a little rude, his face was a little blushing, and his bulging eyes were full of red bloodshots.

Although there were only a dozen fierce knights in black armor sitting on the opposite side, the red cloak representing glory, the black delicate scale armor and the curved long knife at the waist made them just stand there, making the hundreds of Salander nobles on the opposite side feel a fierce momentum,

They are all real warriors of a hundred battles, and in the face of the clamor of the nobles of Salander, they are as straight as statues, and their whole bodies are exuding a faint smell of blood, showing an extremely iron-blooded style.

At the front of these dozen Vekia officers, there sat a middle-aged Vikia general, who yawned with extreme disdain despite the fact that in front of him, there were hundreds of menacing Salander nobles

"General Hukochili, please answer my question, this is the etiquette that a nobleman should have" seemed to feel completely ignored, and Duke Tawak had to shout again,

"Question, what question? I'm a Vecchian general, not General Salander, and you're so contemptuous of me that you question me with an order, and you don't know where to put Lord Falcon or that you think you can accuse a Vecchian Legion commander at will."

Hukochi looked at him disapprerovingly, and replied with a cold and threatening replie, which made the old duke, who thought he was very imposing, tremble

It's just a momentary urgency, so ......" Old Duke Tawak was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat,

The sentence just now was too urgent, and it was unnatural to use the tone of the previous habit of going up and down, and after being so close to Hukochili, he remembered that the person on the other side was not a Salander, but the general of the Central Army of the powerful country Vikia across the strait, the red man in front of the king of the Kingdom of Vekia, and the 20,000 brave and warlike cavalry under his command were stationed in Potaras, which was only ten miles away from here.

Whether in terms of identity or power, it is not comparable to the down-and-out duke of himself, once he really brushes his sleeves away, the hooves of the 20,000 Vekia Guards cavalry are enough to trample the scattered Northern Army into pieces,

Thinking of this terrible consequence, the old Duke of Tawak was speechless for a while, and hurriedly corrected, "For the venerable Duke of Vecchia Falcon, we can't have a trace of abruptness......"

"Okay, I won't report this matter to the Duke, but I don't want there to be another time, otherwise, I will defend the glory of the Grand Duke with the sword in my hand."

Hu Keqili waved his hand at him, and glanced fiercely at the other Salander nobles who were also pale, secretly disdainful in his heart, he didn't have the strength to talk big here, if it wasn't for the Duke's orders, Lao Tzu wouldn't have time to delay time with you

These greedy and arrogant guys in their eyes are the so-called Salander independence faction, most of them are from the expelled southern territory, because of the loss of the territory and once fell into the fate of expulsion and suppression by Kyoto,

However, this Visa War gave these guys a chance to reverse, they used their great prestige as soldiers in the south, and soon climbed to the top of the Salander Northern Noble Alliance, and secretly formed the Salander Autonomous Association to constantly empty the power of the northern nobles

The Salander nobles wanted to fight Kyoto, but the Vikian army was very inactive, not only began to shrink the front line from the front, but also took the initiative to give up some marginal areas.

The attitude of the two sides is as clear as ice and fire, so that the negotiation began in a fierce atmosphere at the beginning, just now it was just a temptation, the Salander nobleman on the opposite side did not expect that Hukochili, who has always been known for his bravery, would lose face in the first round, and after a period of unwilling whispering, another Salander nobleman stood up from the second row of seats,

This is a middle-aged nobleman with a somewhat pale face, wearing a straightly trimmed aristocratic gown, the neckline and sleeves are embroidered with golden lines, a row of delicate bright yellow wind buttons looks noble and steady, and the chin is slightly raised, showing an extremely good upbringing and good status.

He first saluted Hukoch before he said in a heartfelt manner, "Dear friends of Vecchia, thank you for crossing the sea to help us, but what you are doing now makes it difficult for us to believe in your sincerity, the void left by your unauthorized withdrawal of troops, forcing us to recruit more fighters to fill these holes, can you give an answer to your approach?

"Do you mean to say that our withdrawal from Vicchia is a betrayal of you?" Hu Keqili's eyes flickered, and his tone was cold as he looked at this middle-aged nobleman who looked polite, but was actually vaguely aggressive, "Since you have been urging us to attack Kyoto, then I also want to ask, from Morenburg to Kuronze, have you ever exerted a little effort, and now you are about to hit the city wall of Kyoto, do you still have to hide behind and pick up the cheap?"

Hukochili's words caused an uproar among the nobles of Salander,

"What do you mean by this, this war was originally an internal dispute among my Salander people," a Salander nobleman stood up angrily, "No one has ever invited you to come, if it weren't for you Wikians, the current Salander would have been ours for a long time, don't think that there are many benefits, others don't know, you Wiki merchants are the biggest beneficiaries of this war"

"Yes, yes, everyone knows that the purpose of your reluctance to attack Kyoto is to prolong the war and make your merchants more lucrative."

"You guys who drink the blood of the Salanders are the biggest black hands in this war"

"Bad fortune guy, go back to Wikia"

"yes, go back to Wiki"

The surging Salander nobles shouted slogans, their faces flushed with excitement, and hundreds of people crowded before and after,

"Bang" A crisp sound of the war knife coming out of the sheath was particularly harsh in this noise

Hukochili stood up from his seat with a cold expression, holding the cold Samore sword in his hand, and his cold gaze swept over the Salander people in front of him, "Are you going to declare war on my Wiki?"

More than a dozen Salander nobles who were swept by their eyes stepped back with frightened faces, and the hustle and bustle behind them suddenly cooled down, and the tough attitude of the Vikyans made the Salander nobles feel a burst of speculation, making trouble, but they really wanted to make a move, although there were few people on the other side, but they were all battle-hardened warriors, and they cut down their own group of nobles who had never even been on the battlefield, and they didn't get up and down with knives, it was as simple as chopping melons and vegetables, and the momentum just now melted as quickly as snow seen by the scorching sun,,

"When to advance, when to retreat, is the military affairs of my Wikia, as for whether to withdraw the army or make peace, it is the business of my Wiki Kingdom, so you don't need to think about it."

Hu Keqili, whose face was cold and frightening, said in a slow voice, word by word, "On the contrary, you should think about it, from Morenburg to Kuronze, what are your achievements? If it weren't for our Vecchian soldiers charging ahead, your Northern Army would have been defeated by Kyoto at the beginning, and you would not have been able to sit here so calmly, shouting at us to withdraw the army, and you are also worthy of the two words."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hukochili stepped out of his seat and walked out of the gate of the town hall with a group of Vykia officers, leaving behind more than a hundred Salander nobles who looked at each other

"Arrogant, too arrogant" A middle-aged nobleman with a brown head shook his head with indignation, and shouted to a general of Salander next to him, "Marquis of Motoris, as a soldier, do you just look at the other party and insult us?

The general Salander he asked, his face was flushed, unlike these southern nobles who didn't know the situation, only the real northerners knew how brilliant their combat effectiveness and exploits were when they participated in the battle against the Vekia army as a third party,

What's more, the general Hukochili just now is a famous brave general among the many famous generals in Vekia, and the commander of the most combat-effective Central Army in Vekia, although the Salanders are proud of their so-called Northern Army, but in front of the Vekia army, which is known as the elite of a hundred battles, there are really few generals who dare to stand up and speak.

"How's that? Those Salander nobles are welcoming, aren't they?"

In a courtyard villa, the fat man looked at the angry Hukchili, smiled at the corner of his mouth, gently placed a report in his hand on the table, and personally picked up a glass of water and handed it to Hukchili, who went to the meeting on his behalf

"Anyway, I also gave someone an explanation, as for whether they listen or not, it doesn't matter to me" The fat man patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "Order the garrisons everywhere, withdraw the troops according to the plan from tonight, and send a letter of order to the Admiralty of Lidakus, this time in the Visa War, that guy has a lot of windfalls, only 24 large Salander warships have been captured, let him refit 8 of them, and immediately go to the Salander East China Sea area to be responsible for transportation affairs"

"Well, you want to withdraw your troops by sea? Didn't you say ...... before?"

The fat man's words made Hukochili stunned for a moment, according to the previous plan, although the Vikia army in the Salander area was to withdraw, it was also withdrawn to the four central counties in the agreement, and there was no plan to withdraw to the north by sea, which had to make Hukochili confused

"It's not us, it's the 8,000 Northern Army of the Grand Duke of Nilai, and in order not to attract attention, they will also be mixed in with our retreating army, embarking from the port of Torbek in the east, and then going directly along the coastline to Port Vik back to the north"

The fat man turned his back with a solemn face, "As for those Salanders who are stranded in the center, they think this is their civil war, so let them continue to fight, we can take this opportunity to find out what is the bold guy hiding behind,"

The fat man picked up the report he had just put down from the table and said, "The news just came back from the Ministry of Supervision, this time it should be a problem within the business alliance, although it is not possible to determine who it is, but the hound Lidastov has sniffed out a clear trace, I have asked Sokutus Delan to secretly return to Zhivadin to assist in the investigation, as long as they have another transaction, we can find him"

May, the season when the grass grows and the eagle flies

The breath of the Salander War became weaker and weaker, and as the Vicchian army retreated, the Northern Army gathered in the middle of Salander suddenly appeared like a rat blocked by two ends, unable to advance or retreat back to the north, and fell into an extremely embarrassing situation,

The 50,000 Salander Northern Army launched three attacks on Salander Kyoto, all of which were defeated and retreated with heavy losses before they even climbed the city wall, losing more than 5,000 people in vain, so they could only temporarily stop the attack and camp along the central line, and the front attack was weak, and there was no way back, which made the entire Northern Army look extremely depressed and full of internal contradictions

After three months in Salander, the fat man finally returned to Vicchia in Dustrunkay's flagship under the reluctant gaze of Nilai.

The sun is shining in the southern plains of Zhivadin, the breeze carries the fragrance of wild grass and night chrysanthemum, the reeds and newly grown wheat seedlings by the river blow like ripples, the light purple cornflowers, and the bright yellow Oso grass are scattered on the thick and soft meadows in early summer, and some trees hanging on the water, their toothed leaves swirl under the water like small hands,

The small village in the forest is reflected in the river, the microwave of the waves gently lapping on the white stone wall, and you can see the cedar trees and the cross on the cemetery in the distance...... Then there are the steep rocks, the rolling hills, the purple vines glistening seductively in the sun, the full-grained grape seeds hanging from the wooden pole supports next to the farmhouse, the small pine forests, the remains of the castle, and then the plains, the crops, the bluebirds cruising in the air, the sun......

A blue river passes through the dense reeds, the clear water is rippling with the merriful business of fish, the vain-like tributaries continue to extend to the surrounding fluffy wheat fields, the trees on the banks are dense and abundant, and the well-defined torso is draped with clusters of delicate shoots, like a long scroll of landscape in the hands of a painter.

The brilliance of the snow-capped mountains behind is soft, and the majestic lines cross the horizon from here, and the pale gray sheep's intestine trail winds down the steep peaks, sometimes repeating, sometimes staggered rhythms, like the seductive and enchanting whirling dance of the southern Gardia dancers of Salander

The fat man rode his horse on a section and was located on the top of the high slope, and the horse stopped, and the two Samar war knives were hung cross-hung on his back, stretching out obliquely from the left and right behind his shoulders.

Mao Monaqing, who was dressed in tight green clothes, followed him and quickly ran up the hill and came to his horse. She tied her show into dozens of braids, hanging freely to her shoulders and fragrant back, highlighting her beautiful neck, emphasizing her beautiful silhouette, plus her moving body, riding side by side with the fat man, heroic beauty, complementing each other.

More than twenty Samour guards, dressed in servant clothes, who had retreated from black armor, scattered in all directions, monitoring movements near and far.

In the distance, is the undulating Sambuga hills, compared to the day of the Sambuga War, here is another scene, green grass, the mountains are full of dark green dense forests, the weather is excellent, the golden sunlight shines down from the sky, the whole hill flashes and shines, birds rise and fall in the mountains and valleys from time to time, it is really difficult for people to associate the tragic battlefield that was once born here,

The fat man's eyes flashed, condescendingly scanning the battlefield that had turned his fate around, and his ears seemed to ring the sound of thousands of troops tearing and killing at that time, shaking through the clouds, after several days of running, although extremely tired, but I don't know why, as soon as I approached this hilly land, I felt invigorated, and it seemed that I had endless energy,

He suddenly looked at Mao Mona Qing next to him, just caught her eyes staring at him with her head away, Mao Mona Qing was slightly trembling by his delicate body, and unconsciously avoided his gaze and lowered his head,

"What's wrong? Isn't it enough to watch it all night last night?"

The fat man sneered proudly, and what he saw from Mao Monaqing's beautiful eyes was her fascinated thoughts, as if he had cut her heart apart and grasped her true heart.

"No, it's just a momentary distraction" Mao Mona's ears were red, and she said angrily, "My lord, you are cheating, you obviously see the Sang Bujia hills, but you suddenly turned your head to look at others." You know, this is the place where the legend of the adults began, and just standing here, I seem to be able to feel the heroic and domineering spirit of the adults who decided the south in the first battle."

"The legend begins" The fat man was moved by her words, and raised his whip and said, "Hearing you say this, I suddenly appeared, I haven't been back to Rivading for more than half a year, and I don't know what it looks like now."