The generals sent by the Sudan to encircle and suppress the rebels graduated from the Philippe Empire Military Academy and had outstanding military talents. With a professional background, he acted steadily, and even when faced with an opponent that was far weaker than his own, he made a very careful siege arrangement.
Late at night.
The main force of the army was stationed outside the range of bows and arrows and magic. The military camps were formed into horns for mutual support. The few cavalry were also sent out to patrol all night.
This posed a little problem for the rebel death squads who were preparing for a sneak attack.
"Where are the Sultan's generals stationed?"
It was dark at night, and the rebel elites who sneaked out of the city through the escape tunnel looked at the densely packed camp and scratched their heads.
"You are responsible for the sneak attack, you ask me?" The Grand Duke's guard, who covered them out of the city and covered everyone's aura, rolled his eyes, "Then, send it here. I wish you all the best."
As soon as the low voice fell, the mysterious man in black disappeared into the night.
The halo of twilight that originally enveloped everyone was instantly lifted, and a hundred people seemed to appear out of thin air, revealing themselves in the dense forest near the Sudanese military camp.
"What a powerful assassin..." A member of the death squad exclaimed in a low voice, "The group has a halo, so he probably has the rank of judge... Even if such a person goes in alone, the possibility of beheading the Sudanese general is Isn’t it bigger?”
The leader of this team was a white-haired man holding a spear. He snorted coldly.
"Why should he help us? That big noble wants to weaken Tino's power. If the two dozen guards he brought are of this strength, then after we die, there will probably be no one in the city who can stop them... ..”
"What?! That idiot Tino, isn't he afraid that the Grand Duke will turn against him, grab his things and leave?"
"Of course he is afraid." The leader sighed, "He has been the smartest among us for so many years. He can't think of things that I can think of? So what if we can prevent the Grand Duke? Can we prevent the Sudanese from attacking the city? ...Southerners are far more shameless than us, so besides trusting them, is there any other way?"
He took out the purple potion hidden in his sleeve with a determined look.
"No one wants to kill Tino, but your wives and children are all in the city, and mine are too. Let them escape. In the future, with Tino, they will have books to read, be able to read, and can live a good life in the Southern Continent. Live a peaceful life without having to tie your head to the waistband like the rest of us... Children can no longer live in the flames of war, it's time to fight for a future for them."
The 100 people were silent. These men who had defeated Yangen's last imperial army all looked at death with a look in their eyes.
"Mirat, take thirty men to destroy the siege engines built by the Sultan. Remember, you must kill all the engineers before you die."
Behind the Sudanese military camp, dozens of siege ladders were lined up, brightly lit. The felled wood and fire-proof cowhide are being continuously combined by the engineers. By tomorrow morning, the not-so-high city wall of Butan City will be leveled by the ladders pulled by these carriages. Even with the help of experts brought by the Duke, it will not be possible. It was impossible to stop the tens of thousands of troops coming forward.
Milat nodded silently, and thirty soldiers lined up in tacit agreement and followed him.
"May the light of the sun be with you."
The white-haired man prayed softly, drew a solemn circle on his chest, and watched them go away.
"The remaining people are divided into two groups. The Sultan General must be living in a big tent... Manolo, Keith, you two lead the team. Be smart, kill people for the last time in this life, pick some big fish to kill, Let’s go in style.”
"Daniele, you guys are following me." He looked at the largest tent guarded by layers of military tents. The Sudanese flag was placed on the top of the tent, making a hunting sound.
"It's time for those arrogant Sudanese to learn a lesson..."
The spear was thrown from his hand, and the terrifying force caused the exploding spear to stab into a long silver line, streaking across the sky like a sharp arrow, piercing the heads of three patrol soldiers with an irresistible force.
The tip of the gun sank three feet into the snow, the barrel of the gun trembled, and blood spattered into a straight and majestic avenue.
His eyes were as cold as a sword, piercing the cold night.
"What is the....Charge of the Yeungen Knights!"
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Tadokoro Konno was awakened by the urgent and innocent singing, and he raised his head from the bed in confusion.
"weibo fucks me up and down at night♪~"
"Jiale's psychological defense was easily defeated by me♪~"
"The feet are called Kunba, 88888~I'm telling you hidden things~♪"
The cold wind was biting late at night in early spring, but Peter was wearing a thin cloth and sitting in front of the only desk in the tent in the dark.
While humming an unknown song, I buried my head in writing something.
"Is he sleepwalking?" the fat man asked doubtfully.
Peter went to bed very early today, saying he wanted to recuperate for tomorrow's battle. What did he want to do now when he got up in the middle of the night?
Harry would not take off his frighteningly heavy armor even when he was resting. He didn't go to bed to sleep, he just sat cross-legged in the middle of the military tent and closed his eyes to meditate.
Hearing Tadokoro Konno's words, he frowned, stood up and walked to Peter.
The oil lamp was lit.
This guy's eyes were actually closed, but his hand didn't stop writing.
Are you really sleepwalking?
Then, Harry's eyes moved downward——
What Peter wrote in the notebook was completely different from the Terran writing. Just like rigorous small squares forming a paragraph, the horizontal and vertical strokes of each word are clean and neat, which is very beautiful.
As he watched, Harry's eyes hidden under his helmet suddenly shrank——
This is....? !
But just when he wanted to take another look, the magic circle hidden outside the military tent was suddenly triggered.
Harry turned his head sharply and said in a solemn tone:
"Enemy attack!!!...Where's Kai? Where did this guy go?"
Peter is dreaming.
He dreamed that he was in a beautiful park.
The park is obviously so beautiful, but it is full of homeless people. There were white, fine snowflakes floating in the sky. He followed the path in the park and came to a spacious road.
There was a bench there, with a stain of dirty gold sleeping on it.
It's actually a little girl.
Her face was covered with snow, as if she were dead. The little feet were curled up, and the shoes were nowhere to be found. The ankles that should have been white were now red from the cold...
A certain feeling of heartache welled up from the bottom of his heart, making him unable to help but feel sad.
What's going on? I'm not a bad person, so why would I feel sorry for a beggar...
Wait, why do I remember the color of her bare feet...
Peter suddenly felt someone shaking him, as hard as a spirit conjurer.
"Peter Superman, open your eyes, I am Shaflin..."
"What's your name this morning? You idiot*——"
Peter opened his eyes drowsily.
Then he was almost blinded by the layers of bright light on Tadokoro Konno's body.
"byd, the banana road is flashing!!!"
"What abstract words are you talking about? This is a magic shield! Get the hell up! The enemies are coming to your doorstep!!!" The fat man's voice was extremely frightened.
"ah?"
Peter looked up from the bed blankly, and then saw the densely packed swords at the door of the military tent, as well as a strong naked man in a boki state.
It's Kai.
There were three blue leopards in spiritual form at the door, roaring and roaring, blocking the rebels from the military tent——
Kai held a cigarette in his mouth and said coldly: "Snow Leopard, shut up!"
Peter felt himself stir.
Did I just fucking hear Chinese with a Rika accent?
