The defensive line of fortified Mecca became a blank in the early morning of the third day, because of the fierce fighting last night, the tired Nord army did not even know when the Falcon defenders had left Mecca, and the smoking houses and rubble walls proved that the Falcon army had taken everything they could with them before leaving, leaving only an empty shell,

After receiving the report, Crimson Erdo looked at the city gate that was wide open in front of him, and his mood was as uncomfortable as being forcibly poured a sip of spirits, in just a few days, the Nord army had paid a total of more than 22,000 casualties in front of this fortress known as a strong wall, but now that he really held it in his hands, Crimson Erdo hesitated, "Is it a door of victory that you have opened?" or a door of calamity?"

Thinking that he had made a military order to break the city in three days in front of His Majesty, Crimson Erdo couldn't care so much, he rode on his war horse, looking at the dark city road in front of him with a complicated expression, a group of soldiers in front of him was trying to clean up the city road blocked by rubble, the horse's hooves were uneasy to step back and forth, knocking on the gravel of the city road, making a crisp echo The broken small stones were touched by the horse's hooves from time to time, and they made a snapping sound on the wall.

"My lord, I'm afraid it's very slow to dig like this!" said the captain of the guard, next to Crimson Erdo, "The Falcon army has given up on Mecca, why don't we send people into the city and dig from both directions, so that we can save half the time!"

"That's a good idea!" Crimson agreed with the captain of the guard, and ordered the men to climb over the wall into the city from the walled area, and then dredge it from both ends of the passage to the middle at the same time, and the work continued until noon, when the cheers of "It's passed, it's passed" were heard from inside.

The deep Mecca city road is a 17-meter-long stone wall city road, and the light outside the city cannot fully shine in, so in the middle of the city road, the dredging troops planted two torches in the air crackling and burning.

As the chief of the attack on Mecca, Crimson Erdo was naturally qualified to be the first to pass through this significant city road, and the empty city road seemed a little cold

He stopped his horse in the middle of the city road, and with a solemn expression, he gently stroked the cold city road wall next to him with his right hand, and a cold and piercing feeling came from the palm of his hand, slimy, as if there was something sticking to it

"Your Excellency. What are you?" asked the captain of the guard, who was following behind, puzzled

Crimson Erdo didn't answer him, and withdrew his hand, and the captain of the guard saw that his lord's right hand was full of half-congealed blood.

"Your Excellency.

It's not necessarily your fault, you did your best that day!"

The face of the captain of the guard was slightly dark, these should be the blood of the Nord soldiers, it is obvious that the Falcon army does not have extra time to do the cleaning work of the battlefield Although 6,000 Nord troops surrendered that day, there were still many Nord soldiers in the city road who were buried alive by the collapsed rubble,

The Falcon Army cleaned up their corpses but didn't care much about the blood on the wall, just brushed it hastily and hastily, the weather was cold, and the blood on the wall quickly turned into blood coagulation, and when the hand touched it, it was a hand of blood,

It is said that because too much blood penetrated into the cracks between the stones, the city road was cold and damp, until a year later, there were still people who undoubtedly touched the red color of the hand, which is also known as the "Mecca Blood Wall", which became a witness to the troubled times at that time. Of course, there are some botanists who believe that it is a unique soil in the Mecca region, caused by laterite, and in the construction of Mecca City, the original designers stuffed a lot of laterite between the cracks in the city road in order to make up for the problem that gaps in the gaps between the stones.

Crimson Erdo looked at his blood-soaked right hand for three minutes before he began to move on, and the dull atmosphere was particularly depressing...,

By the light of the torches of the city road, Crimson Erdo looked solemnly at the countless blood-colored spots on the walls on both sides of the city road, the bloody handprints touched by people in panic on the opposing walls, and the long marks left by scratching the walls with angry hands in despair.

These traces solidified with blood were like a knife carved into his heart, and it can be imagined that the Nord soldiers who retreated here last that day had a desperate mentality, watching their only way to survive collapse in front of their own people's catapults.

That kind of desperate mentality makes everyone here enough to become a lingering soul,

"Coward, Crimson Erdo, you are a coward who escaped from battle! You have abandoned everyone, you have abandoned the soldiers who love you! You have made them bleed and sacrificed, but in the blink of an eye you have gone to the king to ask for credit, you are a despicable person!"

Every time he saw a bloody handprint, Crimson felt that the muffled voices of these souls seemed to be hovering in his ears, and the scene of that day kept coming to mind, countless fierce and vicious black-armored cavalry, driving a large number of routs like a sea tide.

Swords flying, heads rolling, despair, fear, and screams fill the battlefield, these soldiers are trapped here because of their own mistakes, but their own culprit is alive and well.

"Could it be that it is also one of the duties of General Nord, who is known for his integrity, to abandon his men and flee for his life?" Crimson felt an irresistible frustration at the meeting, as if his faith in former bravery was shaken.

"War is not a game for the cold-blooded!" now that punishment has been made, there is no need to keep clinging to some details!" The fat man threw half of the quill to the ground in annoyance

In front of him, Prais, the head of the adjutant office, picked up the scattered reports on the ground one by one with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

These are all reports of some generals of the Southern Army who privately complained to General Andi Rudi who fought in Mecca, saying that Andi Ru's hands and feet were not clean and that he often dumped some military supplies to subsidize himself, and some said that Andi Rudi was tyrannical in Mecca, and on several occasions without any excuse, he raided the homes of some nobles in Mecca, and some said that Andi Rudi had secretly sold military weapons with the Germans, and was suspected of collaborating with the enemy

As the former Minister of Military Affairs of Raldian, Prais has seen too much of this internal situation, in fact, everyone knows why at this moment, there are suddenly so many generals of the Southern Army, pointing the finger at Lu Andi, who has just completed a lot of military achievements.

Who told this guy to go shit luck, inexplicably strange - from a local flag commander, he was promoted to the Central Army Flag Regiment directly under the Falcon Majesty, plus the brilliant record of 7,000 dozen 60,000, it is almost time to catch up with the good luck of the Falcon Majesty,

This is good to say for the northern generals who have been fighting for a long time, I have seen the promotion speed of Varisian, it is not too much to have a Ruandi, His Majesty has been increasing the promotion of newcomers in the past two years, and it is a good thing for the generals of the Northern Army who have frequent wars, the Falcon Dynasty rewards with military merits, this time it is Varisian, and next time it may be himself,

For the Southern Army, which has not been able to fight a battle for several years, this problem is very eye-catching, Lu Andi's good luck is like a super light bulb, it is too difficult not to make the generals of the Southern Army who have not had any merits for several years not be jealous!

"Why bother with such a person! How could these short-sighted generals know that a Mecca has allowed His Majesty to pick up a peerless general"

Prais said with a solemn expression, only he knew that at the last moment, His Majesty the Falcon suddenly ordered Hukochi to lead the central cavalry to rush to the city of Mecca, in addition to taking the Nords by surprise in tactics, how could he not take a fancy to Ruandi, a rare general...,

"Let you see the joke, I don't want to be angry, but these guys are so hateful!" The fat man said helplessly, "No one is perfect, everyone has shortcomings, I have already checked, this Ruandi smuggler's weapons are just some obsolete old products, and all the property obtained is subsidized to the army,

The soldiers have winter clothes to wear, but he himself can't afford to even have a better clothes, as the flag commander of the stationed side, but because he can't afford to give the woman the 1000 gold coin bride price, he even blows the promised engagement.

So at the critical moment, the soldiers are willing to trust their lives, otherwise, who dares to say that they can fight against 60,000 Nord elites with 7,000 defenders,

After a fierce battle for a day and a night, only 7,000 people remained, and everyone was fighting like this, and these guys didn't forget to step on their backs!

If it weren't for the imminent war, I would definitely put the southern army in order, and live a peaceful life in chaos all day long.

"Isn't Your Majesty always planning to reorganize the Southern Army?" Prais, who had always been strict, suddenly said with a mysterious look on his face, "Otherwise, why did His Majesty transfer Governor Statoonko to Salander to support affairs, and the most elite 30,000 Southern Army under his command was also transferred to Salander Island,

Aren't the ones who are still in Riwa Cheze the ones that His Majesty said are living a peaceful life?

His Majesty must have been premeditated by throwing these people to the Nords."

"Haha, it turns out that you can see it too" The fat man smiled awkwardly, "To be honest, I transferred Statunko because he had been in the south for too long,

Even if he doesn't have any ideas, as a coach, he will inevitably have all kinds of entanglements with his generals.

The Southern Army was established by him, if he is there, it is difficult for me to directly adjust the Southern Army, rather than this, it is better to borrow the hands of the Nord people to test the combat effectiveness of the Southern Army,

Those who are worthy of staying are given reuse, and those who are not worthy are immediately dismissed,

I'm sure Statunko is also very clear about this.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have stayed on Salander Island with peace of mind, completely ignoring the affairs of the Southern Army!"

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