It was late January in Yijing at this time, which could be considered spring. Although the temperature at night would still drop below zero, it was much better during the day. At least, the wind blowing in the face was not as bitingly cold as before.
Under the sunshine, a long team was marching slowly in the wilderness.
Due to the war, the wilderness looked particularly desolate. Everything was covered with withered grass roots and trees that had lost their leaves and turned into bare trees. ""Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!"
Occasionally, a crow will flap its wings and make a "quacking" sound as it flies across the sky.
Walking in such wilderness, it is inevitable that you will feel depressed.
The soldiers marched for a long time and became listless. Even the blue tulip flag hǎoxiàng at the front of the team became lazy and drooped feebly.
Just when the soldiers were about to take a step and pause, a burst of screams of killing suddenly came from the north of the queue.
A group of men wearing various clothes appeared on a hill not far away. They immediately waved their crude weapons, shouted and rushed down to kill the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire.
Maybe it was due to lack of training, maybe too much nervousness, or maybe there were other unknown reasons, but the group of people didn't even wait to enter the shooting range before they started shooting arrows at the opposite side.
Due to the poor equipment, after the crude arrow was shot, it did not have the roar of tearing the air that a long-range projectile weapon should have. Instead, it flew out lightly, and then landed at a distance of twenty to thirty meters away from the soldiers. On the ground.
Looking at the effect of this kind of bow and arrow, one can't help but doubt it. Even if you throw a bunch of grass roots into the sky randomly, it will be much stronger than the current one.
"Enemy attack. Enemy attack~!" some soldiers from the De Rossi Empire shouted loudly in the queue.
The originally drowsy soldiers suddenly woke up and immediately pulled out their weapons and prepared to fight.
"Don't panic, don't fucking panic. Damn it, believe it or not, I'm going to kill you right now~!" An officer strode out of the queue while yelling at the soldiers around him.
He briefly glanced towards the opposite side, then raised the long sword in his hand and shouted: "We are just a bunch of bandits. Brothers, follow me~!"
Immediately, he took the lead and rushed towards the enemy.
In order to increase his momentum, he kept kicking up the soil on the ground while running.
The red cloak behind him was fluttering in the wind, and a yellow earth dragon was flying high behind him, looking extremely heroic.
Behind him, the soldiers looked at each other and then shouted loudly.
"Kill~!"
"Come on~!"
"..."
Nearly a thousand soldiers, holding weapons high, followed closely behind the officer. They rushed forward in a swarm.
Some other soldiers stopped, either holding their swords or sitting on the grass in the pángbiān, chatting, laughing and watching the battle in the pángbiān.
They had seen this kind of scene many times in the past few days.
Sure enough, just as the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire rushed forward, the guerrillas on the opposite side immediately turned around and fled.
However, the strange thing is that their escape speed is obviously not very fast. They also have to stop and look back from time to time, for fear that the pursuers behind them will lose them.
The two sides chased each other and quickly ran for two miles.
The guerrillas and the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire were tired and ran slower and slower.
Under the banner of tulips, Emperor De Rossi stood on his royal carriage drawn by eight horses, holding up his binoculars and looking at a group of fleeing guerrillas running wildly in the distance, and at the men behind them who were pretending to chase.
The young emperor couldn't help but his face darkened, and he cursed angrily.
He turned to the officer who was following closely beside the car and shouted: "Go tell that idiot Gogol and ask him to act like a guerrilla for me. Grandma, I asked him to act like a guerrilla, not a chicken thief~"
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And that idiot Hansen, Chasing also looks a bit like Chasing to me. Aren’t you full?
No, I will let him join the forward camp as a death squad~!"
"Yes~!" The officer suppressed his smile, agreed loudly, and turned around to deliver the order.
Although His Majesty the Emperor was furious, the ministers around De Rossi looked relaxed. Everyone was used to the scene just now.
Such farcical games were played once or twice a day in front of the army.
Although Emperor De Rossi had a major strategic mission this time, he was going to Delon City to rescue the Semitic expeditionary force that was trapped in a tight siege.
But Uncle De Rossi is the biological father of the non-Semitic tribe. Why do you want to use Ziji soldiers to block Lorraine's cannon?
Although De Rossi may not have personally experienced Lorraine's cannon, he has also been exposed to grenades, and he has also heard people say that when the cannon exploded, the mountains shook and the ground shook, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. It was the most powerful demon.
The guided cannon is nothing more than that, but Lorraine has tens of thousands of such cannons.
Who is not afraid of this?
Not to mention, under the city of Delon, he saw with his own eyes the former Semitic commander Maschinot who was shot in the head.
Until now, he could still vaguely feel the warmth from the blood splashing on his face.
Ruguo said that De Rossi had ambitions in the past, and his dream of becoming emperor was completely shattered by that shot.
The confidant of the High Priest of the Undead, King Maschinotte, who usually showed off his power and was looked down upon by everyone, was shot in the head without seeing the slightest movement or even the slightest resistance. He was still alive and kicking at first.
A person turns into a corpse in the blink of an eye.
I can give him one more second of movement, and I can also give him one more bullet.
Killing a powerful king is like killing a stray dog on the street.
Just this coldness was enough to scare him.
It was also at that time that he truly understood how terrifying Lord Luo, who usually smiled and looked harmless, was actually.
Now, even if a thousand war fortresses were assigned to him, he would not want to face that lord.
But the high priest's military orders were with him, and he dared not fail to carry them out. Otherwise, the lichs would happily kill him and throw his soul into the flames of hell, where he would be roasted for a thousand years.
Although he was in a dilemma, as a good politician, it only took him a second to come up with a good solution: procrastination!
In this way, you can not only deal with the high priest, but also don't have to face the terrifying murderer of Lorraine.
In order to slow down the march, the emperor used all kinds of tricks.
The guerrillas dressed as civilians were all pretending to be soldiers from the De Rossi Empire. They pretended to shoot a few arrows. If they sent people to chase them, the army could stop and suppress the guerrillas openly.
Originally there was no need to go to such trouble, just write the battle report casually.
There is a saying: "If the general is away, military orders will be ignored"?
But what troubled him was that lichs often appeared in the army, so he had to pretend to show off to the lichs.
In this way, the lich will naturally go back and report to the high priest.
However, if you want to act, you must be in full costume, and you must not wear trousers. Otherwise, the wrath of the high priest will be far beyond what a little emperor like him can bear.
Looking at the scattered soldiers in the distance, Emperor De Rossi shook his head and said: "Why are all my men such a bunch of idiots?"
At the same time, I secretly considered whether to hire some real actors from behind. For these soldiers who were all confused, this task would be too challenging in actual combat.
Thinking of this, the emperor couldn't help but snorted heavily. However, in order to be in a good mood, he decided not to think about this annoying thing anymore.
He turned to look at the distant horizon and said without looking back: "Where are we?"
Pángbiān's men immediately replied: "Your Majesty, we should be three hundred miles north of Delong now. We have just passed Delong, and there are still about four hundred miles away from Difāng where the Semitic people are surrounded."
"There are only four hundred miles left..." Emperor De Rossi scratched his beautiful hair worriedly and complained: "It's still close~!"
I started to think about whether I should fake a big defeat?
But... having just failed once, it would be unjustifiable for ruguo to lose another battle hǎoxiàng.
"Why don't you discuss it with Melun at the back? That guy has a lot of ideas."
Just when Emperor De Rossi was filled with sorrow and thinking hard, several war fortresses turán descended from the sky and hung carelessly above the army.
Immediately afterwards, several black figures of lich flew out of the war fortress.
The lich Herod landed lightly in front of De Rossi's frame.
Emperor De Rossi jumped down from the carriage quickly, with a cheerful smile on his face, trotted all the way to greet him enthusiastically, and said with a smile: "Master, I have been waiting for you to come.
We have just defeated a group of despicable sneak attackers and are preparing to speed up the rapid march and strive to reach the battlefield within three or four days.
How is the situation ahead?"
Lich Herod nodded slightly, seeing Emperor Derosi's anxious mood in his eyes.
Just now he clearly saw from the air that the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire were indeed chasing a group of civilian guerrillas.
Moreover, the number of guerrillas is quite large.
Obviously De Rossi's battle reports are well-founded, and they may not be deliberately stagnant as Veraplanni said.
Thinking of this, the lich Herod sighed. How could Veraplani be so stubborn and think that Derosi intended to harm him?
He also said that De Rossi is a villain and has evil intentions. This is simply a joke.
Combined with what just happened, Herod was sure that this was Veraplanni's malicious slander against De Rossi.
That damn 25th kid from Veerapurani is a villain and a double-minded traitor~!
In fact, no one in front of the high priest's seat complained about De Rossi's speedy march. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that De Rossi was really dragging his feet.
But~!
Veraplani's surrender cleared De Rossi of all suspicion.
Herod sighed and thought to himself: Fortunately, Ziji firmly supports De Rossi.
Hardu and Edwood, who supported Veerapurani in Ryder City, are now alone, and the high priest is also very dissatisfied with them.
Hydera said in a heavy tone: "I just received the news that the hateful villain Veerapurani, a coward, a coward, he surrendered to humans~!"
"Shime~!" Emperor De Rossi exclaimed loudly and exclaimed: "This, this is too..."
Emperor De Rossi tried his best to swallow the word "good" back into his stomach. He resisted the urge to look up to the sky and laugh three times. He put on a worried and sad expression on his face and said: "This is... so surprising, Vera
Plani is ashamed of his trust in the high priest, and ashamed of being a soldier~!"
"Who says otherwise," Lich Herod said depressingly: "His Majesty the God Throne is very angry. It was the God Throne who promoted Veerapurani and treated him like his own son. He not only disappointed the God Throne, but now he has betrayed the Divine Throne.
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Herod's voice was full of hatred. He hissed: "I will capture him and imprison his hateful soul in the body of an animal for ten thousand years~!"
Emperor De Rossi was shocked and touched Ziji's neck with a guilty conscience.
Herod looked at De Rossi and said thankfully: "At this critical moment, Your Majesty can still be relied upon."
Of course, this kid De Rossi has no intention of surrendering. Human beings will definitely kill him if they catch him.
"The Divine Throne has just issued an order appointing you as the commander-in-chief of the Western Front." Herod said: "The Divine Throne has high hopes for Your Majesty and hopes that you can stabilize the Western Front. As long as you persist for two months, our new reinforcements will arrive.
The whole time will be under the command of His Majesty."
"This is too good... no~!" Emperor De Rossi quickly said with a straight face, "Thank you to the throne and master for your trust. I will work hard to spread the will of the throne to the entire world..."
Hydera sighed, raised her skinny palm and patted De Rossi on the shoulder, saying with emotion: "At least you can be relied upon."
Emperor De Rossi puffed up his chest and said: "I will definitely live up to the expectations of the God and the Master. I will recruit soldiers and organize a million-strong army to fight back the enemy."
"Okay!" Lich Herod greatly appreciated Oh De Rossi's decisive approach to expanding his army. This kind of firm approach is needed at critical moments, and said: "The entire battle depends on you. The surrender of Veraplani allows us to
Very passive, the high priest Yijing ordered us to do our best to reinforce Orlandini and defeat the Ruman Empire."
De Rossi said loudly: "I am confident that the God of God will achieve final victory."
Herod nodded approvingly, then waved his hand and said: "I have to go to the Kingdom of Kiel. The situation there is also very critical. Your Majesty, if you need anything, ask for it, and you must block the human attack."
De Rossi and his officers and soldiers watched the lich Herod leave until the war fortress disappeared from the sky. He immediately shouted excitedly to the officers beside him: "Call Gogol and Hansen back.
, let the soldiers be alert, we have work to do."
De Rossi immediately gathered his troops and retreated westward. As soon as Veraplani surrendered, the city became unsafe.
But just when Emperor De Rossi, who had just assumed the post of commander-in-chief of the Western Front, was full of ambition and prepared to mobilize more troops for a big fight, General Melun came to the door.
When he saw General Melun for the first time, De Rossi's smiling eyes narrowed. Ziji was the commander-in-chief of the Western Front and commanded all the troops. Doesn't that mean that the Fourth Caribbean Division also took orders from Ziji.
"You kid finally got into my hands." Emperor De Rossi looked at Melun and sneered as if he was looking at the little chicken that Ziji was giving him a wolf's mouth.
Melun on the opposite side suddenly shuddered.
"See if I don't punish you, you're so horny," De Rossi was secretly angry and said to himself: "If you eat mine, spit it out for me. If you take mine, give me back double the amount~!"
"I'll give you a slap in the face later." De Rossi was squirming as he sat down, as if he was treating his subordinates casually, "What's wrong with General Melun?"
"I heard that your majesty has been promoted. First of all, congratulations to your majesty." General Melun bowed his hand to De Rossi.
Emperor De Rossi frowned in displeasure. He knew that he was the commander-in-chief and yet he was so disrespectful. He was about to scold him as a leader.
Melun spread his hands regretfully and said: "Unfortunately, brother, I have to transfer him away."
"Shime? Transferred away?" De Rossi was stunned for a moment and said: "Transferred to where? Whose order?"
De Rossi also counted on the 4th Caribbean Division to serve as his main force. The combat quality of the Semitic army was much better than that of his subordinates.
Melun took out a military order from his arms, shook it in front of De Rossi, and said: "I came from Ryder City. It is said that the high priest personally ordered me to go to the Kingdom of Kiel immediately and report to General Aberglen.
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De Rossi frowned, thinking that this smell was wrong. He appointed him as the commander-in-chief, but also transferred away the only Semitic regiment on the Western Front. It seemed that the Semites in Ryder City were still wary of him.
General Melun stepped forward and hugged Emperor De Rossi affectionately, patted De Rossi on the back, and said movedly: "It's such a pleasure to work with you, Your Majesty. I can't bear to leave, but the military order is like a mountain."
Then he let go of De Rossi, still holding his arm, patted De Rossi's arm hard, and said: "Your Majesty, Shimeshi, is going to the Caribbean, I will be the host, and we will have fun for a few days."
Emperor De Rossi tried his best to punch the cotton but it hit the cotton. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood. He looked at Melun and tried to show a smile by raising the corner of his mouth and said: "I will definitely win."
"Alas..." General Melun looked disappointed and sighed, "It would be nice if I didn't die. To be honest with you, I regret taking a trip into this muddy water now."
Melun held De Rossi's hands again, shook them vigorously, and said: "Goodbye, my friend, let's see you Ryder."
The Fourth Caribbean Division quickly assembled and headed north alone as De Rossi watched. Of course, this time Melun did not forget to take the map.
Until several miles away, General Melun deliberately rode up a hill, waved to the large tulip flag that turned into a black dot in the distance, then looked at the large box loaded on the carriage, and looked at him.
The officer next to him said: "What a good man."
Zhouwéi's officers nodded at the same time and said in unison: "Yes."
"Good guy."
"A great man."
“Hospitable.”
“Generous.”
"What a rare good man~!"
Everyone touched their money bags in unison and smiled at each other in a tacit understanding. (To be continued.)