Chapter 1025: The Problem of a Non-literary Youth (Seeking Monthly Pass)
’ General Peterius pursed his lips tightly, and the muscles on his face bulged high, forming sharp and resolute lines.
His expression was more serious than before. He looked up at the dark clouds on the horizon in the distance, his face was horribly gloomy, his thick fists were clenched tightly, the knuckles of his knuckles were stretched, and the blue tendons on his hands had also changed.
Extremely pale.
When the guards nearby saw his expression, they were all frightened and ran away.
Because everyone who knows him well knows that when he shows this expression on his face, it is also when he is most angry.
Someone once described Petius at this time as an angry lion, because he would really kill without hesitation.
And he has done this before. Those veteran guards can even vividly tell the story of how he tore one or several poor eyesighted guards into pieces with his bare hands in a fit of rage.
story.
Therefore, at this time, no one dared to approach him.
Survive, or perish?
This is a problem~!
General Peterius was also arty and accompanied his lover in the 27th room to watch the scene of "Hamlet" said to be written by Lorraine in the theater. He also unscrupulously laughed at the literary and artistic character in the play.
The melancholy prince who is also quite sexy.
But now, Hua found that he was facing the same problem as the prince.
Moreover, when he was a bystander in the past, he thought this problem was just a piece of shit, but when he actually faced this problem himself, he found that this problem was so heavy. And he was definitely no better than that person.
How much better is a prince who has some literature and art, and also has some sex.
General Hadou and he were life-and-death friends. Moreover, he not only trusted General Hadou's commanding ability, but also admired him, even to the point of blindness and fanaticism.
But his son?
That's just an idiot~!
An idiot with a simple mind and well-developed limbs~!
They think that fighting a war means taking the lead and daring to fight. They don’t understand what commanding ability is at all.
As long as General Hardou gives the order, even if it means attacking hell, Peterius can rush forward without hesitation. Because he knows that General Hardou can give them hope of victory.
But his son?
Even if it is a drill, you must be prepared for the soldiers to break up.
Now, in the Hardou Hospital Committee, his son took advantage of the emptiness in the rear and climbed onto his head with the help of Meira.
That idiot not only took over the power, but also wanted to dictate to himself what should he do now?
If you raise an army to resist, you are opposing your best friend and your most respected brother.
It will also inevitably make you bear the name of disloyalty and carry the shackles of conscience for the rest of your life.
If you leave it to chance, let that little brat give you random directions.
Faced with the bloody-handed butcher Archduke Julius, faced with the famous Flying Eagle God of War, faced with an army of up to 600,000, and faced enemies with a large number of terrifying magic cannons.
Even Hadou is powerless, let alone their little brat.
With that little bastard's ability, he will definitely send everyone to hell.
I am not afraid of death and can bleed and sacrifice. But I will never allow others to send my family and children to hell...
Survive, or perish?
This is a question...
His mind was spinning like a river, and he kept turning around and thinking, but he was undecided and couldn't make a decision.
At this moment, a burst of footsteps was heard not far away.
He couldn't help but feel angry, and turned around angrily, but then his expression turned cold.
I forced myself to suppress the fire.
He saw a fat man in rich clothes with a shiny face being escorted by several soldiers and staggeringly pushed to him.
This fat man not only has a special body shape, but also has a round face that is as cute as a Sixi meatball. Due to too much fat, his eyes, eyebrows, and nose are all squeezed together. Apart from that, there is almost no trace of anything.
Features.
She was wearing a rather gorgeous and eye-catching dress, full of the style unique to the nouveau riche.
That outfit fits the look of wealthy businessmen running around on the road.
Of the merchants like this who come and go from the Zinderen Pass every year, not even 10,000 but 8,000 are thrown into the small town under the pass, which is completely inconspicuous.
But when a person like this entered the city, he quickly left with his carriage and went to other places to do business. But when he came, he changed his way around the officers under Bidius, and it was easy to
was noticed.
Seeing Bidius staring at him coldly, the fat man didn't say a word. He lowered his head silently and looked at his toes. Beads of sweat were pouring out on his face. Only occasionally.
He rolled his eyelids and peeked upwards once or twice alertly and cunningly.
Petius put his hand on his sword and looked at him for a long time, then said calmly: "Who sent you here?
Peacekeepers or queen?" The big fat man suddenly trembled.
He reached out his hand tremblingly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat on his forehead while trembling, and said in a crying voice: "Sir, sir. I don't know what you are talking about, sir.
…I’m just a common man.”
Petius glanced back at the fat man and said coldly: "Are you insulting my IQ? You damn bitch!" The voice became louder and louder, even roaring angrily.
Immediately afterwards, Peterius suddenly took action.
His big, powerful hands tightly held the fat man's neck, and with a single pull of his thick arms, as if grabbing a chicken, he pushed the fat man up against the city wall, with his upper body beyond the city wall.
Below the city wall is the abyss, which is five to six hundred feet away. An ordinary person would feel dizzy just by taking a glance.
The muscles in Peterius's arms were tense, and the blood vessels were clearly bulging. The fat man's weight of two hundred kilograms was as light as a ball of cotton in his hands.
With just a little exertion of strength, Pedius could throw the fat man from the top of the city.
The fat man felt as if his neck was stuck tightly with red-hot iron pliers. His fair face instantly turned red from the pressure, and his eyes slightly protruded like dead fish.
The fat man turned his head and glanced at the abyss below him, and almost peeed in fear. If he fell from this place, he would definitely not leave even a single intact bone.
"Sir, please have mercy on me. Please have mercy on me. Please have mercy. I have an eighty-year-old woman at home and a baby who is breastfeeding." The fat man danced around horribly, shouting and screaming with all his strength.
struggle.
But Pedius's arms were as if they were made of iron, holding him firmly and not moving at all.
Peterius squinted his eyes and stared at the fat man for a while, and finally a look of impatience appeared on his face. He pressed down his arm and wanted to throw the fat man down. Most of the fat man's upper body was out of the city wall.
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"Yellow, I am a yellow person." The fat man was so frightened that he shouted hastily at the top of his lungs.
Due to being too nervous, the voice even sounded sharp and distorted, just like the scream of a soprano. It sounded quite weird.
Peterius twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a proud and ferocious smile, pinched the fat man's hand and gently pulled it back, pulling the fat man back into the city wall, and then flicked the fat man, and the fat man rolled twice on the ground.
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Despite this, the fat man still lay on the ground panting as if he was being pardoned.
Peterius snorted coldly, then waved his hands to the soldiers behind him and said: "You guys, please step back. No one is allowed to come up without my order."
"But, sir..."
"Huh?" Peterius glared at his subordinates coldly.
Under his sharp and cold gaze, the soldiers did not dare to say anything and hurriedly retreated.
After everyone left, the fat man held his neck and coughed vigorously for a while before the flushed eyes on his face slowly faded away. Then he clumsily got up from the ground and patted the dust on his clothes.
Immediately his face changed, showing a calm expression, and he smiled slightly and said: "My lord, I have searched for Almohad's divine power and no one can match it."
Peterius smiled proudly. Most Almohads were familiar with the name Peterius.
After all, he is the second-in-command in the Southern Army who has been following Hadou since he was young. He holds the military power of a province and is known for his toughness and cruelty.
Not to mention his great military exploits, he is also a master of martial arts.
Although he is over 50 years old, he is still in good shape. Occasionally, he will personally lead troops to fight on the front line when he gets up.
Piedius himself was very proud of this point. Amor and Hadou were a Confucian general who liked to strategize and win decisively from thousands of miles away.
He, Peterius, is a fierce general who is best at charging into battle.
Because of his bravery, he has always been highly praised by the Southern Army.
The fat man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was flattered by Peterius. If Peterius really threw him off the tower, his death would be in vain. At most, someone else could come here.
Perform tasks.
The fat man straightened his clothes, bowed respectfully to Bidius, and said, "Formal introduction, I am Helmerson, the secret envoy sent by Her Majesty the Queen."
Pedius looked at Hemmerson carefully up and down, and said with an evil expression: "You are so brave, you are not afraid that I will kill you."
Hemmerson's fat, round face smiled and said, "You didn't kill me, didn't you?"
Peterius exclaimed, "You seem to want me to kill you."
Hemmerson waved his hands repeatedly and said with a wry smile: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I am a timid person, sir, please don't scare me."
Peterius stared at him and said: "You are not timid at all. Why did the Queen send you here? Tell me."
Hemmerson chuckled and said, "I'm here to help you."
"No need." Bidius waved his hand and said: "Amor and I have our lives entrusted to each other. Soldiers will stop us, water will cover us, and earth will cover us. I don't need help."
Hemmerson smiled slyly and said: "Not necessarily, the person in charge now is not Amor Hadou."
Petius was startled for a moment, pursed his lips tightly, then lowered his head and remained speechless.
Hemmerson said: "The prospects of the Confederate army under the leadership of that kid are worrying, my lord.
We have heard of your lord's name in the north for a long time. Your reputation for loyalty is known throughout the world and is the pride of our empire.
Even in Abdelwad, Her Majesty the Queen and the Prime Minister must praise you first when they mention you, General."
Peterius glanced at him sharply and said, "Since you know that I am worthy of your old friend, do you still dare to come here?"
Hemmerson shook his head and said: "This is wrong. I know that your loyalty, my lord, is first of all to your hometown of Kirkforth, and to the people of Kirkforth. It is not loyal to Hardou himself, nor to Angel.
,Hadu.”
Peterius was stunned for a moment, then let out a long sigh of relief and said: "It is my life-long goal to protect the people in this way and benefit the people of Kirkforth, and it is also my motivation to fight."
Hemmerson raised his thumb and said: "So you are the true hero of our Almohad. And our Majesty the Queen just doesn't want to see the Almohad people being proud and accompanying Hadou.
This broken ship sank into the abyss together, so I was sent to persuade you."
Bidius' eyes flashed and he said, "Oh, Your Majesty, the Queen has taken such trouble."
Hemmerson waved his hand and said ps Her Majesty the Queen has always been thirsty for talents, and a hero like your lord will not be ignored. Her Majesty the Queen said that as long as your lord abandons the darkness and turns to the light, you can lead Kirkforth to correct the chaos and add a hereditary baron.
The position of Chief of Military Affairs, or a Governor-General of the North, you can choose between the two positions."
Petius sighed, turned around and stared at the mountain peaks in the north, thinking deeply.
From this condition, Bidius can see the sincerity of Queen Isabella.
Because the conditions offered to him were just right, neither harsh nor generous.
Peterius is brave and violent, but he is not stupid. On the contrary, his rough appearance hides a careful mind, otherwise he would become the second-in-command of the Confederate Army.
If the conditions proposed by Queen Isabella were harsh, Petius would certainly not agree.
But if the conditions are too generous, then Bidius will have to wonder whether Queen Isabella wants to stabilize herself and calculate her own ledger after the matter is over.
These two conditions just scratched Petius's itch.
In fact, what he was most worried about was that after surrendering, he would be slowly liquidated. After all, he had severely beaten the New Army members, and he and the New Army were like enemies.
Seeing that Peterius was hesitant, Hemmerson decided to add fuel to the fire and said: "Actually, the deputy commander-in-chief of the peacekeeping force, Lorraine, had decided to send troops to Kirkforth a long time ago. It was our Majesty the Queen who dissuaded the peacekeeping force.
You don't know something, my lord, but Lorraine once made a bold statement that he would only need half a day to conquer the natural danger of the Zinderen Mountain Pass."
Peterius sneered and said, "What a loud tone."
Hemmerson sighed, shook his head, and said: "I don't think you are very polite. You don't know, my lord, that Lorraine only used eighty artillery pieces to kill Hardou at the Pliska Ferry.
There are three hundred artillery pieces like that in our hands now." "Hiss~!" Prisca couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Although he had not seen it in person, he knew in detail how powerful the artillery was from the defeated army, and knew that the city wall was as fragile as paper in front of the artillery.
He was so proud of the mountain fortress, but he didn't know how long it could hold out in front of 300 cannons.
Hemmerson said worriedly: "Sir, you also know that the people in the peacekeeping force are basically the enemies of our Almohad. If they are allowed to break into Kirkforth, our peaceful and peaceful home will be ravaged by war.
, I don’t know what will happen in the end.
In fact, it is best for us to sit down and resolve our own conflicts with the Ormohads." Biedius cursed in his heart: What nonsense, the Rumans were not introduced by that little girl, why are you pretending to be good people now?
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Peterius also knew that the peacekeepers had no good intentions. Once they came in, the entire Kirkforth would be turned into scorched earth.
And he, Peterius, won't get any good results in the end, and will probably be spread all over the world.
Pedius smiled bitterly when he thought of this, did he have any choice?
The outcome of this matter has been determined since the formation of the peacekeeping force.
Petius himself was not afraid of death, and he was even willing to accompany Hardu to resist until the end, ending his life in a vigorous battle.
But Hadu suddenly fell, and Angel, who had no experience or qualifications, jumped out to take charge of the entire Southern Army. This made Peterius feel very unbalanced and felt like he had been betrayed by Hadu.
What's more, Bidius knew that none of his officers and soldiers were willing to fight a losing war.
All the family and property of the officers and soldiers were in Kirkforth, and they were the first targets when the enemy army pressed on.
Not only will they fail to win, but in the end they and their families will lose everything they have now and become homeless and penniless beggars.
The morale of the troops under Petius had long been unstable. The officers and soldiers had no fighting spirit and lived as if they were waiting to die. Some even indulged themselves as much as they could, as if they wanted to have enough fun before they died.
If it hadn't been for the overwhelming prestige of Bidius, some people might have surrendered to the peacekeeping force long ago.
Peterius knew that his only bargaining chip to block the barrier was the pass barrier at his feet, but with the peacekeeping force's cannons present, his bargaining chip also became a premium.
Now he simply does not have the ability to negotiate terms with the Almohad Empire government.
Petius gritted his teeth, suddenly turned around and looked at Fatty Hemmerson, and said: "Please tell Her Majesty the Queen that the new army is coming to the city, and I will open and close to welcome it."
Hemmerson breathed a huge sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and thought to himself: I just took over this task, and I thought I was dead.
Then he became excited, and with just one mouth he persuaded the second-in-command of the Confederate Army to surrender, the powerful general who was guarding Kirkforth. For this great achievement, he would naturally be richly rewarded when he returned.
The fortress that Hardou had worked so hard to build had begun to crumble from the inside.
After receiving the news that Kirkforth was willing to surrender, he captured Prisca Ferry, and the time became ripe to cross the river and march south.
By this time, the South had become a mess.
The legion sent by Angel made a sudden attack, catching several separatist warlords in neighboring provinces off guard. The progress was very smooth in the first few days, and the capitals of two provinces were captured in the same day.
However, the rebel leader families who were originally entrenched in the three provinces were naturally unwilling to give up their family property and hurriedly gathered their troops to fight against the Southern Army.
Angel had to increase his troops again.
Looking at them, Ding, Ding Dangdang's lively, the Southern Army stationed in front of him lost his direction at a loss. I don't know what to do at this time.!.