The first thousand two hundred and seventy-four chapters night attack (seeking monthly ticket)
Amidst the huge and noisy noise, the team of King De Rossi of Leiria passed through the main road of the capital Lede with great power. After exiting the city gate, they headed west in a mighty manner.
In the secret room of the venture capital company, Julie, Corbiers and other agents stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
Piedro held the gun in both hands and sat dejectedly at the window - he was a little depressed because he did not win the highest honorary title ever.
That is written at the top of the internal title list. It is said that as long as it is completed, it will become a legend. It is the ultimate dream of every sharpshooter.
It is said that this honorary title was personally drawn up by the company owner Lord Lorraine, although no one knows who this unlucky guy named Kennedy is.
However, the Duke has made a rigid rule: even if you are the king of sniper killing, if you want to obtain this highest achievement, you must actually kill a king.
But just now, this title had passed by him - Pedro.
Thinking that he had almost become a legend, Pietro gritted his teeth in hatred.
At that time, the head wearing the crown was firmly placed in the center of the crosshairs of his scope. Through the scope, he could clearly see the pale face of the target.
At that time, as long as I clicked my fingers slightly, I could send the opponent to the west. At the same time, I could also let him obtain the highest honor of a sniper.
What a pity, what a pity...
Thinking about it later, Pedro kept biting his nails like a child.
Julie watched from the side, but almost laughed out loud.
She lived with these agents under the same roof for almost a month.
Although as a reporter, through previous information and various word-of-mouth rumors, I already knew that the people from these venture capital companies were bold, but I didn't expect that their courage was so boundless.
How dare you assassinate the king in a heavily blockaded city.
"They didn't think about the consequences?" Julie thought to herself, turning to look at the section chief, Corbiers.
I saw him sitting at the table, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was thinking about some major problem. It was obvious that he didn't care at all about the assassination that had just passed, and could even be recorded in history.
Julie immediately changed her mind: No~! They had already thought of the consequences when they assassinated. Otherwise, they would not have stopped.
Thinking about the tense atmosphere at that time, Julie felt that her little heart almost jumped out of her throat, and she was still a little scared.
"You only need an iron pipe, a few parts, and a distance of two to three hundred feet to kill a person." Julie glanced at the weapon in Pedro's hand and thought to herself: "Doesn't this mean that venture capital
The company can kill whoever it wants?"
Then Julie stopped laughing, they had been doing this for a long time.
When they were fighting for the seat of the pope, the cardinal archbishop who competed with Hilmeria for the seat of the pope died in a very mysterious way.
The red archbishop was sitting in the yard of his house, drinking tea and basking in the sun, and in the blink of an eye, he was dead.
There have been various speculations about the cause of his death. Some flying immortals from the sky. Meteorites fell from the sky, Pegasus meteor fists, teleportation turtles and Qigong waves...
Anyway, the more you talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes. The more you talk about it, the more unreliable it becomes.
However, it now seems that the poor red archbishop was killed by this weapon.
Just as she was thinking wildly, Corbiers frowned, tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, and murmured: "Grandma, who are these reinforcements... That night, thousands of miles away,
The staff officers at the peacekeeping force headquarters in Maple Leaf Danlin are also thinking about the same problem.
The huge staff headquarters was in chaos.
The Allied Staff Headquarters occupies a four-story stone building at the corner of Maple Leaf Forest that has been vacant for a long time.
Originally this place was used as a warehouse to store things that would not be used in a hundred years.
Since the establishment of the Allied General Staff, with the help of Lord Lorraine, Maple Leaf Danlin College collected huge rents and generously rented the place to the peacekeeping forces.
It is said that on that day, after a group of junior staff officers saw their own exclusive offices, a bucket of ice water was poured over their excited enthusiasm.
These poor kids originally thought that waiting for them would be a bad job.
Although they don't expect to be like the legendary British Empire, everyone has a high-end massage chair, a majestic boss's desk, a beautiful female secretary with big round hips and wavy hair, and a roll of ten gold coins for wiping your butt...
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But...but there should be minimum office conditions, right?
Although they felt that the requirements had been lowered, they never expected that the office of the Joint Chiefs of Staff was actually a warehouse. And the best chair there only had three legs.
In desperation, these brats had no choice but to join hands and clean up by themselves. It took them half a month to clean up the house.
The advantage of this house is that it is cold in winter and hot in summer, rats are everywhere, and cockroaches are flying all over the place.
But at least, these staff officers, who only have a dime or a dime on their shoulders, hold the lowest military rank, earn the meager salary, and live in the expensive maple leaf forest, have a nest.
Although the current weather is sultry and hot, making people want to peel off their skin, but this group of staff officers who have just graduated from Maple Leaf Danlin are all soldiers, and all of them are officers.
Therefore, I have to follow the dressing standards of soldiers. Everyone is meticulously dressed.
Even though the windows were all open, it was still over 30 degrees in the room. Everyone was sweating profusely and as hot as the third grandson. Their clothes were all soaked and even their tongues were about to stick out.
But each of them was very enthusiastic.
Aksud and Polentin also just graduated this year, but they did not return to the country. Instead, through their connections, they directly joined the staff of the peacekeeping forces and became junior staff officers.
Because of his relationship with Lord Lorraine's classmate and friend, Aksud was a domineering figure in the staff, and he even wanted to walk sideways.
At this time, looking at the documents in his hand, Aksud slapped the table and angrily cursed like a general: "What kind of bad information is this? It just says it is reinforcements. How big is it? What is the composition of the personnel? Weapons and equipment? These
Where is everything?"
"This. According to the information from the Elf Kingdom, there are fifteen large transport ships and twenty-one medium-sized transport ships. If they are all loaded with troops, they can probably transport two to thirty thousand people at a time. Of course, it may not be that many.
"
"Compared to the peacekeeping force, it's not a lot..."
After listening to the discussion between the two people next to him, Aksud nodded and said: "That's true. Even if we give De Rossi 30,000 to 50,000 people, he won't be able to turn around. Alas. It's a pity."
"Boss, why do you say it's a pity?" the young staff officers around asked in confusion.
Polentin shook his head regretfully, smacked his lips and said: "If I had known that guy De Rossi was so mean, when he was in the Maple Leaf Danlin, I should have put a sack on him, gave him a good beating, and then thrown him into the mirror water.
In the lake, dip his pig cage."
His words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter. A few guys even ran over with concern and patted Polentin on the shoulder.
Obviously, these guys who have just changed jobs from gangsters to staff officers have done this before.
Aksud grabbed a few pieces of paper and fanned it, saying: "Those idiots in the Elf Kingdom, if they can seriously board the ship and inspect it, they will not give the enemy's reinforcements a chance to come ashore."
"If they really dared to board the ship for inspection, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to send back the news."
Aksud curled his lips, nodded and admitted: "That's true."
The Elf Navy is just a patrol team. If they really dared to check, they would have been killed by the huge transport fleet.
"Who are these guys? Don't they have eyes? They are surrounded by more than 100,000 coalition troops, but they come to support De Rossi. These bastards think they have too long to live. Are they deliberately looking for death?" Polentin
He frowned.
"First of all, it's not those around Leiria. At least they don't want De Rossi to fall, or they don't want the peacekeeping forces to win."
"Parthia?"
"No way, they can't get through."
"Almohad?"
"They are still busy suppressing bandits."
"The remnants of Hadu?"
"Those guys are still playing hide-and-seek in the rain."
"Barbarians from the North?"
"They have nothing to do with Leiria."
"Is it a group of international mercenaries?"
"It is indeed possible that under the heavy reward, some desperadoes were attracted... Everyone was discussing it in the middle of the night but had no clue. The identity of De Rossi's reinforcements is still shrouded in mystery.
Aksud waved his hands impatiently and said: "If you can't think of anything, just ignore it for now. Wait for the intelligence from the front, notify the front troops of this news, and remind them that it is best to encircle Ryder as soon as possible."
Everyone made a decision after deliberation, and then in the name of the staff, they sent electricity to the front line.
Immediately, the telegram was sent to the legions ahead as quickly as possible.
When the legion commanders saw the information sent from the rear, it was already the seventh day since the transport ship landed.
Some people take it seriously, but some people don't take it seriously, thinking that the rookies in the staff department are being alarmist.
The commander of Casmonlia, the Marquis Burden, scorned the intelligence from the staff.
Now two hundred thousand troops surrounded Leiria from three sides, with a legion every dozens of miles.
Wherever the coalition forces went, wherever the king's flag pointed, the local government of Leiria looked down upon them.
Fighting all the way, Marquis Burden rarely encountered resistance.
At most, the militia and guerrillas would harass and attack lone soldiers.
Marquis Burden is very experienced in dealing with these people.
He casually recruited a large number of people from the surrendered Leiria troops to act as lackeys.
The locals of Leiria who surrendered were more effective than their peacekeeping forces. They were more familiar with their compatriots and dealt with them more harshly.
After a series of iron-blooded methods of exterminating families and killing companies, the local ruffians in the occupied areas knew that few of the coalition forces were living for free, and they all immediately became honest.
When Marquis Borden saw it, he was also very pleased.
As Leiria's largest neighbor, he is determined to win this coalition operation.
The Kingdom of Casmonlia has long been coveting the land of Lyria. Now, a rare opportunity to annex it in hundreds of years is in front of him. If he misses it, he will regret it for the rest of his life.
To this end, they tried their best, and all those participating in the battle were elites, including most of the Royal Guards.
Although the United Nations stipulates that each country can only send 10,000 troops, Marquis Burden secretly brought 5,000 more troops, disguised as auxiliary migrant workers.
Borden also knew that other countries were doing this, but to a greater or lesser extent.
When he received the information from the general staff, he blew his nose casually.
Marquis Burdon has been on the battlefield for twenty years. He doesn't need a bunch of young men in their early twenties to remind him how to fight.
He reined in his horse and stopped, then looked at the endless army around him, feeling quite satisfied. Then he wanted to compose a poem rather frantically, but after opening his mouth several times, he couldn't find it because his stomach was too heavy.
After crossing the straw bag, except for the word 'ah~!', I couldn't think of a complete sentence.
However, this did not prevent him from being in a happy mood.
Now, because they are close to Casmonlia and are familiar with the situation in Leiria, they are currently the most profitable, accounting for a full fifth of Leiria's territory.
And they are all densely populated and wealthy areas.
King Casmonlia has promised Marquis Burden that he will grant him as much territory as he can conquer.
It is equivalent to saying that everything he killed is his own, so Marquis Burden is extremely diligent. Maybe he can be directly made a duke.
After occupying the city of Filesianda, Marquis Burden set his next target on the city of Calangra to the west.
Calangra is more than a hundred miles away and is the gateway to and from the east of the capital city of Ryder City.
Capture the city of Calangra. Behind it is Ryder, and the occupied area of Casmonlia can be doubled.
The war he fought with the Principality of Ripoul was actually to compete for Calangra.
Marquis Burdon proudly recalled his victory over the Duchy of Ripoll.
Lure the enemy from the front to penetrate deep, and then use 500 armored cavalry to attack from the flanks, defeating Ripoll's army in one fell swoop.
This great victory was also a highlight in Marquis Burden's decades-long military career.
This battle created momentum and majesty. The Principality of Ripoll withdrew fifty miles away in despair, not daring to appear in front of Marquis Burden.
The five hundred armored cavalry that made such a great contribution are the darlings of the Casmonlia royal family. They are all regular knights and are commanded by the king himself.
The Kingdom of Casmonlia handed them all over to Marquis Burden, which shows that it attaches great importance to the war.
The Marquis of Burden left the city and led the army to Calangra while being respectfully bid farewell by the local nobles of Filecienda.
Behind his powerful army, five thousand Lyrians formed a rebel army.
Under the banner of the rebel army, they are actually local armed forces.
There were surrendered local troops and private guards of the nobles.
Marquis Borden removed most of the Leilian armed forces in the occupied area that could fight, so even if they had evil intentions, they would not have the power to cause chaos.
However, the morale of this unit was low and could not be used for much purpose. They could only be used as coolies for transportation. Marquis Burdon did not count on them.
With a bright moon overhead and good visibility, an army of 20,000 people lined up in a long line along the straight road on the plain, marching unhurriedly - there was no way, the weather was too hot during the day, and everyone was intense
They demanded a break, organized a labor union, and constantly clamored for strikes. They also provided high-temperature subsidies and distributed Eagle Lauder Advanced Care sunscreen that protects against UV rays and acne.
Although the little brats in the army kept making trouble, Marquis Burden was not in a hurry. He had already sent people to contact the local nobles of Calangra.
Just waiting for his army to arrive, the nobles of Calangra opened the city gate and welcomed Marquis Burden into the city. Everything was as simple as cutting cheese with a hot knife.
Marquis Burden even had the time to recall the pretty little girl last night, and he didn't know where the nobles of Filesianda found the little beauty.
"When the fight is over, I will hide a beautiful girl in every city in my territory, and have a mother-in-law in every town." Marquis Burden secretly planned in his heart.
He didn't notice that a black line suddenly appeared on the horizon to his side. This ominous black line was quickly approaching him.
The rumble of horse hooves attracted the attention of Marquis Burden. When the unidentified enemy was two miles away from him, Marquis Burden finally discovered the sudden appearance of the enemy.
The other party was charging towards him with cavalry at high speed. In the hazy night, it was impossible to see how many people there were. Judging from the sound of horse hooves, it was no less than three thousand.
Marquis Burden's expression suddenly changed. He did not expect that someone would ambush him here.
"Asshole, what are the scouts on the flanks doing?" Marquis Burden cursed angrily: "No one has discovered the enemy."
The officer next to him was stunned.
Marquis Borden kicked him angrily, kicked him off his horse, and yelled: "What are you doing standing still, get ready to fight~!"
The messenger immediately blew the battle horn, and Casmonlia's army was instantly panicked.
"The infantry retracted, formed a formation to meet the enemy, and the cavalry mounted their armor and prepared to charge." Burden issued the order calmly and shouted loudly: "Let those Lyrians be at the front, what? They don't want to go?
If you rebel against them, send me a war team to chop off the heads of a few cowards."
The distance of two miles passed in an instant, and before Casmonlia's army had time to form a complete formation, the enemy's cavalry clearly appeared in front of Marquis Burden's eyes.
No flags, no horns, no shouts, just a silent charge.
"Who are they?" Borden thought in confusion: "Leyrians? Impossible~!
Ripoll comes to take revenge? It doesn’t look like those weaklings, who the hell are they?”
At this moment, a strange slogan suddenly sounded from the opposite side, and the cavalry suddenly accelerated.
With the tip of the supervising team's sword pressed against them, the Leirian at the front was only a few dozen meters away from the enemy.
The ground was trembling under the rumble of horse hooves.
Seeing the armored cavalry rushing towards them like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, the Leirian soldiers finally couldn't stand the fear in their hearts, so they yelled in panic, dropped their weapons and ran away.
A phalanx composed of three thousand people collapsed instantly.
Although the supervising team killed dozens of deserters, it was still of no avail. Casmonlia's army immediately faced the enemy cavalry.
"Raise the gun, raise the gun~!"
The officers' hysterical roars rang out from the array.
Seeing that the enemy's cavalry was about to hit Casmonlia's spear formation, they suddenly split from it and bypassed the phalanx deployed by Marquis Burden like two torrents.
The fleeing Lyrians were instantly swept into the torrent and disappeared.
Marquis Burden's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: Damn, they are elites~!
The cavalry passed through Lord Burdon's line and quickly turned their horses' heads behind him.
Behind the cavalry, a large group of infantry lined up in a neat formation, took long strides, and also silently attacked.
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