"This bastard!" Calle only laughed and cursed after listening to Faramir's report, but did not say anything more, the seriously injured Calle could only lie on the bed now, and the most activity was to slowly get up and lean somewhere, and the handmaidens with good faces were serving on the side, compared to Caller's pale and bloodless sickly face, the faces of these maids were not much better.

The second prince left the Kotler Empire and went to the Ron Empire to study, which has made these maids who secretly promised His Royal Highness the second prince lament, and now the second prince is seriously injured, these maids are naturally in their eyes and hearts, and they can't wait for these pains to be transferred to themselves, in addition to serving wholeheartedly, some maids inevitably wash their faces with tears behind their backs, and Kahler's charm can be imagined.

"In this way, even if the Tenth Guards Legion directly surrenders to your name on the surface, although everyone knows that this is a fact for a long time, it will inevitably be used as a substitute for the dead, which is ...... It doesn't seem like we need to worry too much. Faramir's sudden turn of words couldn't help but make Kahler stunned at first, and then chuckled, indeed when he learned that the ghost ugly led his subordinates to make trouble at the city gate, he couldn't help but have this kind of worry, but after thinking about it, there are very few people who can make the ghost ugly suffer, and if you want to use the ghost ugly, ordinary people and wisdom can't do it.

After all, this is a character who even has a headache for himself, bring him back this time, the date of the storm in the holy capital will definitely be advanced, and the problems that the two people in the middle of the storm will face can not be solved by a single city gate dispute.

"Where is he now?" Kahler slowly lay down with the help of the maid, there were thick bandages and blood stains on his chest, Calle was attacked suddenly, just like in the Ron Empire and the ghost ugly competition, the enemy used ultra-long-range offensive means, if it wasn't for the soldiers of those reconnaissance battalions to offset most of the strength, I'm afraid that the current Calle would not be lying on this soft and comfortable bed, but in the cold coffin to accept the condolences of others, but even so, the feather arrow still pierced into Caller's chest, the result was that the internal organs were injured, two ribs were broken, and he could only rest in bed for a short time, but the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion who protected them did not have such good treatment。

To protect Kahler, four of the brothers of the reconnaissance battalion died!

The faint pain in his chest, the frenzy of the enemy and the panicked expressions of those reconnaissance battalion brothers because of poor protection, he really didn't mean to blame these people, but for them, the ghost ugly handed himself over to them, and they who looked at the ghost's orders higher than life and death let him be injured, that is, the protection was not effective, this has nothing to do with whether the enemy is strong or not, Kahler never doubted that if possible, in order to protect himself, in order to block that arrow, the soldiers of the entire reconnaissance battalion would stand in front of him。

Now his palace is heavily guarded, and it is not much better than the palace, since he is not dead, then he has the responsibility to avenge those soldiers who died on his own!

"I've already rested in the post house outside the city, and I'll come directly tomorrow, Your Highness, his identity may be criticized, you have to be prepared. "Faramir has already returned to the Holy Capital, if Faramir is here, there may be fewer dead brotherhoods, but everyone has their own responsibilities, Faramir came back early is also a heavy responsibility, everything that happens is inevitable, and what has happened can no longer be entangled, but to look forward.

What Faramir said is indeed a problem, the identity of the ghost ugly is a person from the Ron Empire on the surface, but in fact, Calle knows that he should belong to the orc empire, a hostile country that the Kotler Empire is fighting now, but there are not many people who know this identity, but there are also a lot, but Calle knows that if the people from the Imperial Intelligence Department go to investigate the ghost, I am afraid that they can only find the small mountain village where the ghost was born, and this can only prove that he is a person from the Ron Empire.

Knowing what the military judge meant, Kahler nodded clearly, this slight movement made his chest a little stuffy, and as soon as his brows were slightly furrowed, a maid next to him said loudly: "Your Highness, it's better to rest early, your injury is important!" After saying that, the maid didn't forget to turn around and glared at Faramor, and the military judge, who had been in the mansion for a while, knew that this was to clear the field, and looked at His Royal Highness the Second Prince who had to lie down with the help of the maid with some sympathy, and after taking two steps back, he left the room.

Kahler also couldn't laugh or cry, but he also had to accept that these maids were a little too kind, after all, what he really needed now was to recuperate, and he didn't worry about anything else, but just worrying about one thing had already broken his heart.

God knows, when and where the ghost stabbed Lou Zi without his knowledge, although he could handle the past himself, but this scary way was too exciting for Calle to stand it.

Here Calle lay down to recuperate, while Faramir summoned a soldier of the 10th Guards Regiment, and after a few whispers, the soldier nodded and left Calle's palace, and after a few laps in the streets, he disappeared, and when the man who followed him appeared in the last place where he appeared, he did not even see him, and the soldier seemed to disappear as if out of thin air.

Just when those people were still carefully searching for the soldier, the soldier who had been given the task had already appeared outside the holy capital, and after determining the direction, he went directly to the post house where the ghost was resting, and the post house became a little crowded because of the ghost and ugly joining, but although the double moon rose to the head, the post house was still lively and full of people.

The ghost's slender fingers slowly crossed the long wooden table, there was a line at one end of the table, and in that small area there was a wooden wine glass full of wine, and on the opposite side of the ghost was a big man with a strong body, with a bearded face, looking extremely rough, this person was also the commander of a legion, and this big man had his own mansion in the holy capital, but he didn't have time to enter the holy capital because of time, so he also lived in the inn.

The people of the two legions live in the same post house, so naturally comparisons are indispensable, but the people of the Tenth Guards Regiment rarely take the initiative to stir up trouble, but after all, they are soldiers, and what is left between the soldiers in addition to their lives is wine.

There is no so-called final win or loss in this kind of competition, the important thing is the process, and wine is indispensable in each process, so in addition to fighting for wine, there are several wine-related games between the legions, whether it is the legion that likes these games very much, and pushing the wine glass is the most popular one.

The rules and utensils are very simple, two glasses of wine on a table, leave the hand from the place where the line is drawn, see who is closest to the edge of the other end of the table, the wine glass is far away from the loss, the wine glass is pushed out directly is also considered a loss, and the person who loses will have to accept the punishment formulated before this game, but the degree of punishment is not very high, so this game is the most extensive game in the army.

Two people stood at one end of the table at the same time, their hands were on the wooden wine glasses, the two looked at each other, and then in the hustle and bustle, the two people pushed outward at the same time, the table was very long, about two meters, the people of the 10th Guards Regiment had already competed with this soldier called the Tomahawk Legion for a few games, and both sides had their own victories and defeats, but in general, the people of the 10th Guards Legion won more games, and in the midst of everyone's coaxing, the commanders of the two legions were pushed out, and then there was such a situation.

The wine glass slid quickly and slowly across the table, the fast one was the ghost, and the slow one was the commander of the Tomahawk Legion, Anlock, this gentle movement was extremely inconsistent with his rough appearance, whether it was the ghost ugly or the soldiers of the 10th Guards Legion, the table was not long, the wine glass stopped quickly, and the next thing was the most exciting part, because there was also a condition attached to it, that is, to see how much wine was left in the glass while looking at the distance, if it was close to the edge of the table but there was little wine, it was considered a draw, if the wine was less than half, no matter how close, it was considered a loss。

The reason why the people of the Tomahawk Legion lost so many times was because of this special condition.

Both wine glasses stopped, and as expected, the wine in both wine glasses was more than two-thirds, and the amount of wine was a draw, depending on the distance, the tomahawk side was just touching the edge of the table, and it was exactly the same, which showed how far the regimental commander Anlock's control over the power had reached, but he still lost!

A small part of the ugly cup is poking out of the table, but the wine glass is still firmly standing on the table, relatively speaking, the amount of wine is still less than that of Anlock, but the distance has been won steadily, the soldiers of the two legions can't help but shout loudly, although it is very simple to push the wine glass, but it can be pushed like this, it is absolutely rare, it is not mixed with fighting spirit and magic, the simple competition for the control of power, the two regiment commanders are the perfect interpretation of this game.

"Hurry up, willing to gamble and lose, pay for it!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't complain about this loss!"

"Hey, hey, let me tell you, pushing the wine glass is just as one person can push our head of the regiment, and no one in our regiment is the opponent of the head of the regiment. ”

"Who's more powerful than the ugly man?"

"Who else can it be, of course it is His Royal Highness the Venerable Second Prince, facing our head of the regiment, six wins and four losses, you say it's not powerful! Hurry up and pay the money, don't tell me you don't, don't rely on the account!"

The loser gritted his teeth in doubt and paid the money, and the winner was elated, and the opening of the handicap is also very common in the army, all of them are bloody men, not to mention anything else, and the same kind will never play tricks.

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, Amrok couldn't help but squint his eyes, he didn't expect that he would collide with the people of the 10th Guards Legion, and he was still disdainful at the beginning, after all, those soldiers had slave marks engraved on their faces, and in the Kotler Empire, slaves were the lowest level of society, a class that anyone could trample on.

Anrok had an unusual vision, and at the first sight of this team, he immediately ordered that no one should be allowed to conflict with this army, which was a very wise choice, especially when he learned that this team had already defeated two waves of more than 200 city defense troops, he was even a little lucky.

And these people are still diehard loyalists of the second prince Calle Kotler, which is very similar to Amlock, Marshal Pixar's public participation in the camp of the fifth prince, he is very angry, the army, should not be mixed with politics!

"Your Excellency, I will hold a banquet in the mansion tomorrow, and all the commanders of the various legions will be invited, I wonder if Your Excellency has spare time to learn more about the Kotler Empire?"

Ghost Ugly picked up his glass and clinked glasses with Amlock, drank it all, nodded and said, "It's an honor!"