Chapter 1058 Under the red lantern (seeking a monthly ticket)
Chapter 1,058 Under the Red Lantern (please vote)
The sun sets and darkness falls quietly.
The city at night looks quite deserted, far away from the hustle and bustle of the day.
Due to the war, the market here was extremely depressed.
Most of the pedestrians on the street pass by in a hurry. Every time the cool breeze blows by, the leaves from the trees on both sides of the road are blown off, swirling and falling to the ground.
The dry leaves fell thickly to the ground. When you step on them, they make a rustling sound.
At this time, from the other end of the street, a familiar-looking figure slowly walked over.
When he passed a shop on the street, the bright light at the door of the shop shone down, and it happened to shine on his face, revealing Gerardo's face.
He was dressed in casual clothes, with his hands behind his back, humming a song and walking swayingly on the street with square steps.
Judging from his three-step move, he doesn't look like the personal guard who once followed Lord Luo, the flying eagle war god, but a leisurely little nobleman.
He seemed to be wandering around carelessly, but he was always paying attention to what was happening behind him. After walking around a few streets to make sure there was no one following him, he turned around and came to a street full of red lanterns.
The rich and indissoluble scent of greasy powder immediately hits your face, making you intoxicated.
The scantily clad and charming women on both sides let out bursts of soft words, which made people feel numb all over and unable to move.
People were coming and going on the street, and it was extremely lively.
Gerardor didn't even look at them and walked straight past the women.
Go all the way to the gate with the largest red lantern hanging on the street.
The woman in red dress who was soliciting customers at the door and dressed voluptuously saw him coming, her eyes lit up immediately, and she rushed towards him with a smile.
She held Gerardo's arm, her plump breasts rubbed against his arm intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a charming smile: "Uncle Qiao, the sisters have been waiting for you for a long time."
Gerardor casually took out a gold coin, stuffed it into her open chest, took out a handful, and said with a greedy smile: "Isn't I here?"
The gold fell into the lapel of the clothes, and the woman's was even softer. The whole body hung on Gerardor's body, and he said with a sweet smile: "Otherwise tonight... I will wait for you..."
Gerardor laughed twice, and thought to himself: If the commander saw me like this, I wonder if he would personally come to negotiate, but God is really fair to everyone, and I will give you an opening
With one door, several windows will be closed for you.
Of course, this is the entertainment place that all men like. It is also the place that Lorraine most yearns for but is not allowed to enter.
Because of this war and the extremely powerful trade embargo implemented by the Flying Eagle Group, all industries in the cities of the Southern Army were depressed, but the entertainment industry suddenly emerged.
Since the beginning of the war, it has become increasingly prosperous and its scale has expanded several times.
People come and go here, from morning to night... Well, it is never quiet from night to morning. Setting the venue for the negotiation here is just right to avoid people's eyes and ears.
Gerardor slapped the woman in red on the buttocks, causing the woman to scream in surprise and give him a very white look.
The slap was neither light nor too heavy. But it was just like dealing with a coquettish cat, just right to let the other party understand what he meant and let her go away.
If you are not a veteran of the battlefield...and sex field, it will be difficult to grasp the power involved.
The woman had a look of helplessness and resentment on her face, glanced at Gerardor, and then let go of him knowingly.
Gerardor laughed and rubbed his fingers, then walked into the courtyard without looking back.
The woman in red looked at his back disappearing into the night, her face suddenly changed, and she cursed bitterly: "This damn rabbit~!"
"Dead...dead rabbit..." The sister next to her who was also soliciting customers heard this and immediately said "Eh" in surprise.
In order to show that Geraldo didn't like her just now, it was not because she was not charming enough, the woman in red immediately sneered and said: "You don't know. That pretty boy looks good, but he is actually a dead rabbit.
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Every time I come back, I don't ask my sisters to sit with me. I always stay with another man, and I don't know what dirty deeds they did.
Anyway, these nobles have nothing to eat all day long, they are all extremely perverted guys..."
After hearing this, the woman next to her immediately rehearsed the whole story in her mind, which was very pornographic and violent, and her eyes widened in surprise. She let out a series of exclamations like a hen's "Ouch, Ouch, Ouch..." in her throat.
In this way, I can express to those nobles the unique respect of those who have never seen the world, just like the endless waves of the Yangtze River, and the unstoppable flooding of the Yellow River.
When the woman in red saw it, she felt proud and said, "I'll tell you again, but don't tell anyone else."
The woman next to her immediately widened her eyes and nodded vigorously.
The woman in red immediately continued: "They do this and this, then they do this and that, and then they do this and that..."
The woman next to me could not help but open her mouth in surprise.
When people passing by heard their gossip, they either laughed it off or stopped to join the discussion seriously.
Everyone has heard about this kind of obscene, dirty and elegant thing among the aristocrats, and it is full of avant-garde consciousness and trends, but no one has ever delved too deeply into it.
After all, although this kind of thing is taboo, it is not harmful, and it will also cause the angry nobles to retaliate wildly. They have done their best, but it is not flattering. They may even be harmed. Naturally, no one wants to take care of it.
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If Gerardor knew that because of his ruthlessness, he was ruthlessly attacked by that woman's rumors, he might regret it.
But unfortunately, he didn't know that. Still looking like a swinger, he strolled all the way into a private courtyard.
He stood outside the door and saw three lights on in the room, so he pushed open the door.
In the room, a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor sat at the table, holding a wine glass, and drank leisurely.
Gerardor looked at this middle-aged man and sighed slightly in his heart: The maintenance team has used a lot of resources, but they still know nothing about this man's identity.
Supposedly, he should be an unknown person who could negotiate on behalf of Andrako, but no one recognized him. They only knew that he called himself Napotulis, a typical noble name, and was introduced by Andrako.
Came here.
But the other party knew that he was Lorraine's trusted lieutenant.
This kind of enemy is in darkness and we are in darkness, which makes Gerardor feel a little depressed.
Gerardor sat directly opposite him, took the wine glass and poured himself a full glass.
Naportulis looked at Gerardo holding the wine glass and drank the valuable red wine in one gulp. He couldn't help but shook his head regretfully: These Yankees are so vulgar. How do you know that this kind of red wine is only suitable for pairing with it?
Cheese should be poured slowly and slowly. How can you waste it like this?
But out of noble courtesy, he did not point it out, but said calmly: "I heard that you suffered heavy losses in Desai?"
Gerardor shrugged and said indifferently: "It's not us, it's the New Army. The losses are not heavy, only three to five thousand people. The priceless gifts you gave us don't seem to have played their role."
Napotulis shook his head and said: "It's not our fault. I didn't expect that lunatic Ilerda to drown her own people. It was probably Hardu's idea. Ilerda didn't have the guts. Alas...
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Gerardor raised the corner of his mouth and said, "But my boss is very angry about this. He thinks you are deceiving your friends."
Napotulis chuckled and said: "Then what do you think we should do? Kill Ilerda and bring his head to you?"
Then Naportulis shrugged coolly and said: "If we had the ability, why would we still negotiate with you?
Wake up, young man, Hadu has gone crazy, and you will face a crazy southern army. Without our help, the battle in Desai City will be repeated in every city."
Gerardo was stagnant, and the city of Ilerda Desai was flooded yesterday, which really made the peacekeepers feel the last madness of the Southern Army.
The peacekeeping forces no longer face a professional army with commendable qualities.
Napotulis sighed and said: "Forget it, it was our mistake. We should have thought that Ilerda was a mad dog.
I am compensating you with news for free. Haddu has already copied Desai's tactics in Haligad City. And it is a larger scale and more complex trench system.
Hadu recruited all the labor in the vicinity, and now half a million civilians are digging this huge pit in Hadu."
Gerardo took a breath of air. The small city of Desai was enough to give Lorraine a headache, let alone Haligard, the second largest city in the Almohad.
Napotulis raised his eyelids and saw Gerardor's surprised expression. He proudly raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp, saying: "Hadu said that after the defense system is completed, it can withstand an army of 300,000 people."
Naportulis has always been curious as to why Lorraine sent a young man to negotiate with him. This kid is not a politician at all, and he can't hide any expression on his face.
The opponent was too weak, and Napotulis could not find any passion and energy in the negotiations.
"There are a lot of wily guys in the peacekeeping force, but it's this little kid." Napotulis secretly thought unhappily. He originally planned to show off his skills, but now it's like punching cotton with all his strength.
Uncomfortable.
Gerardor turned the wine glass in his hand and remained silent. Gerardor's method was also very simple. Since he didn't know what to say, he didn't say a word.
Napotulis curled his lips helplessly and said lazily: "Okay, let's not talk about business today. My boss asked me to tell your boss some bad news."
Gerardo's eyes lit up and he said solemnly: "Say."
Napotulis poured the wine slowly and said: "Our boss has deduced from many signs that the undead may be planning a major operation that can change the war."
Gerardol put down the wine glass in his hand, with an incredulous expression on his face, and said, "What did you say?"
As one of Lorraine's lieutenants, Gerardor certainly knew that the Undead were secretly colluding with Hagen, but this news had an earth-shattering effect.
Napotulis said calmly: "Hadu colluded with the undead and used the undead to plan a secret operation that would change the war."
Then he smiled sarcastically and said, "Would you like me to write it down for you?"
Gerardo curled his lips angrily. Since the negotiation, Naportulis had always laughed at his unprofessionalism.
Gerardol thought for a moment and felt that the news was probably accurate. Hardou had reached the point of jumping over the wall in a panic. From Desai's words, it could be seen that the Southern Army had become crazy.
As long as it is a method that is helpful to him, Hadu will not refuse to try it.
But Gerardor still asked cautiously: "Is the news reliable?"
Napotulis spread his hands and said: "It's 60% to 70% reliable. The news comes from Hadou's eldest son Angel."
Then he said vaguely: "You know, some of us are very close relatives to Angel."
Gerardor nodded blankly. Lorraine just asked him to negotiate and did not tell the group that Angel's father-in-law was among them. But Napotulis' words had already made Gerardor understand the news.
reliable.
A 60 to 70 percent possibility, in military terms, is equivalent to "definitely happening" and must be guarded against.
Gerardor lay on the table, leaned forward, approached Napotulis, and whispered: "What are they going to do?"
Napotulis rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "How do we know? Do you think Angel will talk about this kind of thing everywhere? Hadou kept the secret very strictly and could find out this information.
It’s already very difficult.”
Gerardor touched his nose awkwardly, frowned and pondered for a moment before saying: "Why tell us? I mean? If the war is reversed, wouldn't it be more beneficial to you? You won't have to negotiate with us?"
Napotulis sighed and said quietly: "We have had enough of Hadu."
"ah?"
Napotulis tapped his fingers on the table and said slowly: "In the eyes of outsiders, Hadou is a wise and wise man, open-minded, peaceful and upright. He is simply the most suitable boss in the eyes of his subordinates."
Having said this, Napotulis sneered contemptuously.
"Where actually?" Gerardor asked.
"Actually, he is a man with a strong desire for power." Napotulis shook his head and sighed, "He did not allow anyone to threaten his rule and suppressed the entire south.
Because of his high popularity, Petrius was stationed in the north all year round, and Haddu even arranged for a sycophant to monitor him.
As soon as Ilerda showed her talents, Hadou sent him to the south. My boss Andrako provided full support when he took over the south. Without the backing of our family, Hadou would not be able to gain a foothold in the south.
But Count Andrako has not even held an official position in the past twenty years. Not to mention General Mela, who has been fighting with Hadou for fifteen years, and is still a big-ass legion commander, hahaha..."
Napotulis smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "What's the point of working with a boss like this?"
As soon as Hadou fell, the entire southern army was immediately at a loss. Angel was giving random orders without stopping him. From this, we can see what was going on.
The Southern Army is only Hadu's Southern Army. Without Hadu, the Southern Army has no soul and is just a piece of scattered sand. The other leaders are simply unable to command the entire Southern Army.
This is a big taboo for politicians. Everything depends on the personal charm of the leader. Generally speaking, it will prosper quickly, but when the leader makes a wrong decision or dies, it will collapse even faster.
It's not a long-term solution.
The Ruman Empire can survive without Emperor Rudelun, and the Flying Eagle Group can still monopolize profits without Lorraine and Leo. This is a stable group.
"And..." Napotulis's face turned grim and he said seriously: "Colluding with the undead? What a joke, we are orthodox human nobles, and I am proud of our surname. We would rather die than become undead.
An accomplice, an enemy of mankind, tarnishes the family's reputation. Only people like Hadou who come from commoner backgrounds have no sense of honor."
Gerardor nodded with deep sympathy. He was also born in a noble family, and of course he knew that nobles valued their family's reputation more than their lives.
Some people may tolerate insulting a noble personally, but once the noble's family reputation is insulted, they will definitely fight to the death.
Napotulis said: "I don't know how far Hardu and the Undead have progressed, but I know that we don't have much time left. Bring this sentence back to your boss. Then we will discuss the specific conditions.
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After speaking, Naportulis stood up, put on his hat elegantly, pulled down the brim of the hat with a pinch of his fingers, nodded to Gerardor, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
Gerardol raised his neck, poured the wine down his throat, stood up and slapped the table, let out a wine belch, and staggered out.
That night, Gerardo quickly returned to the peacekeeping force and walked into Lorraine's camp.
The city of Desai was flooded, and the water has not receded yet, so Lorraine can only continue to work in the big tent.
Lorraine put her feet up on the table and yawned boredly, apparently waiting for Gerardor's arrival.
Gerardor thought about it and told Lorraine the details of today's negotiation word for word.
When he looked back, Lorraine's eyes were already shining brightly, and she didn't look sleepy at all.
Gerardor asked cautiously: "Sir, do you think what they said is credible? I thought about it again on the way back, are they trying to deceive us? Let us make a strategic misjudgment."
Lorraine smiled and nodded, saying: "It is possible. Even this negotiation may be Hadou's plan."
"What about us?" Gerardor scratched his head in confusion.
Lorraine shook his head and said with a smile: "These bastards just scratch our hearts. Even if it is false news, we cannot ignore it. They have taken the initiative this time."
"Fake?" Gerardor exclaimed.
"It's possible," Lorraine said, "but I think it's true. The undead race came all the way from the demon race, and it wouldn't be as simple as serving as Hadou's staff and training a few dark knights."
Lorraine recalled: "Based on my understanding of the undead clan, the dark wizards are very arrogant and domineering, the kind of proud 'killing you will dirty my hands' kind of thing. They have to look before they kill."
Is the opponent qualified enough?
The dark mages don't bother to do anything that is insignificant in their eyes, so if they can be dispatched, it must be to do something big enough in their eyes."
Gerardor said nervously: "So, is it true? But what is a big enough thing?"
Lorraine shrugged and said: "I don't know, they can do too much. Maybe it's the army of the undead, maybe it's spreading the plague, maybe it's collecting souls."
Lorraine patted her forehead, raised her head and sighed in distress, saying: "The enemy is dark and we are bright, it is difficult to deal with."
Gerardor also fell silent.
Lorraine sat up, patted her cheeks with both hands, and said, "Those dry skeletons can't stop me."
He grabbed a pen and wrote a letter, saying: "Have someone send me to Maple Leaf Danlin. Raiders? Who is afraid of whom~!"