Facing the burned-out military flag, the guards knelt on the ground in bewilderment. These tough guys who fought bravely in the bloody sand battle and showed no fear in the face of the fire in the desert were already crying and sobbing.

"Crying?!" Bolton was furious, and his stern shouts echoed throughout the general ordering platform, "These are the soldiers I brought out? How can you cry when they are defeated?!"

Bolton suddenly put his hand into the brazier, grabbed a handful of burned ashes and raised it in the air: "The military flag is our dignity, why should I burn the military flag? Because our dignity is long gone! You think the assassin's gun

Is it hitting me? No! That gun is hitting me in the face, hitting the whole Guards Corps in the face, hitting you in the face!"

"The meaning of that shot is that I will not only sneak into your country, but also kill your generals in the street. After killing them, I will also put a shit basin on the head of your administrator. In the end, you still can't catch me~ How about

, are you angry or not? Hit me if you don’t accept it~”

"Shame!" Bolton stabbed his chest hard and said with a grim face, "I don't care how many times the Guards Corps has won battles before, and I don't care how proud you are, that one shot is the death of the entire Guards Corps.

shame!"

"What should I do? It's easy to do. Anyway, the military flag has been burned, and there's nothing more embarrassing. If such a powerful assassin can't offend me, why can't he hide from me? I will give in today, and everyone will pack up immediately! Then!

I will return to the royal city for refuge together!"

The guards gritted their teeth, anger and mania surged in their bodies, and the surging blood surged higher and higher, making them suddenly red-eyed.

 “Don’t retreat!” Where the first roar came from is unknown.

The furious roar resounded through the military field, like a storm carrying flames, seeming to completely ignite the city shrouded in shadow:

 “Don’t retreat!”

 “Don’t retreat!”

 “Don’t retreat!”

The waves of unrelenting sound rise and fall one after another, converging into a boiling ocean. Everywhere you look is armor shining, and soldiers roaring.

Looking at this situation, even if Bolton really wanted to leave now, he would probably have to be forced back by these passionate guards.

Chino glanced sideways at Bolton, his eyes saying: That's almost it, don't get too excited.

Boton raised his hand, and the roaring soldiers fell silent for an instant and stared at their general.

Bolton: "Since I won't retreat, I will give myself and you the last chance to save your dignity. Administrator Kino and I have initially grasped the clues. We will go out tonight. As long as we can capture the assassin's head, I will return to the royal city."

Request a new battle flag from His Majesty the King."

“But if we see people but fail to kill any assassins, I myself will take the blame and resign, the Guards Corps will be disbanded on the spot, and the organization will be abolished. Whichever legion wants you, you can go to it yourself!”

 “Kill! Kill! Kill!” The overwhelming roar was accompanied by the golden fire of the sun, sweeping across the entire military field like a hurricane, as if countless suns were shining brightly.

 It has to be said that Bolton has his own unique insights on how to organize troops.

Everyone has fear. Unless you are a person like Kino who is born with emotional defects, no matter how powerful the extraordinary person is, he will encounter something that makes him afraid.

The Samsaras used the Barrett M82A1 to snipe Bolton in Thundercloud City. That kind of heavy firearm with ultra-long range, huge momentum, and as powerful as a ballista has long been beyond the knowledge of the guards, and the most primitive human beings

Fear is the unknown.

No matter how experienced these personal guards are in many battles, they will always have concerns when faced with such an unknown weapon. Once they have concerns, their combat efficiency will drop significantly.

Bolton targeted this point precisely. He first burned the flags that the guards were proud of, severely shattered their self-esteem, and brought out the anger and wildness in their hearts. As the saying goes, know your shame and then be brave. Wait for them

The courage born of shame reaches its extreme, and setting an example again makes every soldier's blood boil.

 Commanding an army is like controlling an animal. Wildness and anger are the most reliable forces. The only difference is that beasts have no discipline, but soldiers do.

"Roar!" As the guards roared and fought fiercely, the roar of the dragon resounded across the sky, and the night sky seemed to be ignited with blazing fire. The red dragon came from the sky covered with moonlight and landed in front of the general platform, bringing

There was a violent and scorching wind pressure.

The person who came was none other than Lorna. She had already put on her armor at some point, and was riding on the back of a dragon, overlooking the soldiers present.

 “Lorna” Bolton shouted subconsciously.

Lorna smiled knowingly and raised her chin pretending to be arrogant: "You guys on horseback can't fly as fast as those with wings. Seeing how bitter and resentful you all are, I will reluctantly come to help, otherwise if

If you let the other side slip away again, your bodyguards will become the laughing stock of the whole kingdom."

Boton nodded heavily to Lorna, his eyes full of trust in Pao Ze, and the silence at this time was louder than the sound.

Not long after, Grabo hurried over with his own guards, perhaps because there was too much commotion at the military base.

Boton did not say hello to Grabo during this gathering. When Grabo saw so many elite guards, he was confused on the spot: "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Bolton said tepidly: "We have got clues about the assassins and are preparing to go and eliminate them."

“Clues?” Grabo’s eyes were wandering and he asked pretending to be calm, “Do you need my cooperation for anything?”

 “Yes, come here and I’ll tell you.” Bolton raised his fingers.

 Grab trotted up and listened.

"You can go and eat shit." After Bolton finished speaking, he slapped Grabbo's face with a big blow, and the big molars in his mouth were knocked out.

While Grabo covered his face and wailed, Bolton said expressionlessly: "Someone, take him down."

The guards strode forward with ropes in hand, preparing to capture Grabo.

Grabo's guards subconsciously wanted to protect the Lord, but faced with so many high-ranking royal extraordinary beings, they instantly saw the reality clearly, and without hesitation, they knelt down on the ground and made a military salute.

Grabo's mouth was full of blood. He struggled desperately and shouted in panic: "Your Highness, what are you doing?!"

Bolton twisted his neck, made a clicking sound, and said in a cold voice: "I'm tired of acting with you, a mentally retarded person. Now I'll give you one last chance to redeem yourself! Tell me who instigated you to slander Qi.

Administrator Nuo? Who colluded with the aliens to try to assassinate me? Who is the mastermind behind all this?!"

Grabo knelt on the spot sluggishly, his whole body lost his mind, and his eyes quickly became distracted.

　　Everyone thought that this stern-faced loser with a weak heart would relent like a lost dog and honestly tell him the whole story, but who knew that Grabo's face sank, as if he had made some determination, and he closed his mouth and said nothing, and responded with silence.

"You asked for it." Bolton didn't talk nonsense to Glaber and asked his personal guards to take him away and imprison him. He then left enough manpower to protect Solandel who was living in the mansion. He mounted his horse with his own injuries and marched to the army.

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Chapter completed!