"Da, da, da, da, da, da..." The sound of dense leather boots hitting the stone slabs echoed in the slightly empty hall.
Redman took his staff, his adjutant, the battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Northridge Regiment, and the general who had just surrendered to defend the city. Surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers, Redman walked through the Gemelin Palace.
The most magnificent hall.
The murals here are very famous. They were created by famous painters who spent a lot of money. They describe the story of the ancestors of the Gemelin Kingdom who won the great victory on the Gemelin River.
It was after this great victory that Gemelin was able to formally establish the country. It developed and expanded in the Gemelin Plain, surrounded by powerful enemies, and gradually developed to the scale it is today.
Unfortunately, everything is over.
While walking, Redman suddenly stopped. Everyone stopped and looked at the major general of the Datang Group who suddenly stopped moving forward.
I saw this former Northridge Orion taking out a beautifully packaged cigarette box from his pocket. He took out a cigarette from the soft-packed cigarette box and held it in his mouth.
The adjutant immediately struck a match smoothly, held the flame with his hand, approached Redman, and helped him light the cigarette.
Redman took a deep breath, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and continued to step forward in a relaxed and comfortable manner. Then, a series of dense sounds of leather boots rang again.
Ever since Tang Mo invented cigarettes and started smoking them, this kind of thing began to spread in a small area.
After trying it several times, many senior executives of Datang Group became obsessed with this seemingly elegant "hobby."
They began to learn how to smoke like Tang Mo, and then Datang Group's cigarette production began to increase steadily.
Until recently, many nobles and businessmen in Bunas began to smoke, and regarded this kind of thing as a fashion. This thing "invented" by Tang Mo has become completely popular.
Leo, the bartender, Roger and others all started smoking, and even Marcus and Parker started to imitate it.
However, they didn't dare smoke in front of Tang Mo and could only come in private, so Tang Mo was still the only one smoking in the Datang Group's conference room.
The surrendered general followed Redman. After he handed over his military power and asked nearly 1,000 soldiers to lay down their weapons and surrender, he realized that his opponents had less than 500 people.
What made him even more depressed was that these 500 people continued to attack for hundreds of kilometers without encountering even a decent blockage.
At the same time, he also felt very relieved, because at least such a defeat proved that he was not the only waste in the Gemelin Kingdom...
This is how people are, as long as they find a reference that is worse than themselves, they can continue to be bad forever.
Therefore, when he learned that the defenders on the other three sides of the royal city also surrendered without a fight and were captured by dozens of soldiers, the general was completely at ease.
The two soldiers who opened the way helped push open the heavy door, and a side hall appeared in front of Redman.
There were many people gathered here, dressed in gorgeous clothes, including old men and middle-aged people. Some of them were standing and some were sitting, but at the same time they cast their eyes on Redman who walked in through the door.
A man of about 50 years old stood there, wearing a crown, watching with an expressionless expression as Redman walked into the side hall, and walked up to him with soldiers armed with live ammunition.
"Who are you?" The King of the Gemelin Kingdom, who was much older than Redman, tried to keep himself as calm as possible and asked.
He hopes that the other party can give him the treatment he deserves, the treatment a captured king deserves...
Previously, the king of the kingdom that was destroyed by the Wright Kingdom chose a tragic way to end his life.
He burned his palace on fire and buried himself and his country together - not only the palace was burned to ashes with him, but also his children, queens and concubines.
The king of the Gemelin Kingdom did not have the courage to burn himself as firewood, so he could only wait here with his ministers, waiting for his own fate.
At least he can hope that the Wright Kingdom, or the Datang Group, can treat the captives well and give him dignity.
"My name is Redman, and I am currently the frontline commander of the Wright Kingdom's Northridge Army." Redman introduced himself, then unceremoniously dropped the cigarette butt between his fingers on the ground, and spoke with a
The dusty leather boots trample it away.
Redman's actions made His Majesty the Gmelin King frown slightly, because few people behaved so vulgarly in front of him.
Even Cyric's consortium representatives, directors, and envoys from other countries will maintain the most basic respect when meeting him.
But the man in front of him was so arrogant and domineering, throwing things randomly in front of him, stepping on them with his feet and twisting them hard...
Seeing this move, the King of Gemelin felt that the other party was stepping on his face, or trampling on his dignity.
"This is His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Gemelin! Please maintain proper etiquette in front of him." The Prime Minister of Gemelin couldn't help it anymore. He looked at Redman with an old look and reminded him.
Redman sneered, turned sideways and looked at the surrendered General Gemelin, and asked in a long voice: "Is it him?"
This arrogant move made all the Gmelin ministers present furious. A few of them who were really not afraid of death even wanted to rush in front of Redman, but were restrained by their colleagues.
"You!" Even though he still felt guilty, King Gemelin couldn't help but want to scold him with anger in his chest.
As a result, before he could say anything, Redman hit back and gave King Gemelin a resounding slap. The swing was completed in an instant, and the backhand slap was also full of force.
"Bang!" This crisp sound made the whole side hall suddenly become quiet. The noise and curses stopped abruptly. Everyone seemed to be frozen and froze in place.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Is it him?" Redman looked at the surrendered general again and asked again in a long voice.
"Yes!" This time, the surrendered general responded extremely quickly and simply.
The general swallowed his saliva, imagining in his heart that one day he would be as majestic as Redman, and suddenly he felt a little elated.
So handsome! He thought weakly.
"..." Covering his face, King Gemelin was stunned. The stinging pain on his cheek gave him an inexplicable and unreal feeling.
He even felt a little aggrieved, because he felt that even if the King of Wright Kingdom came in person, he shouldn't and wouldn't slap him like this...
"I won't kill you... because my master, Mr. Tang Mo, plans to hang you in Bunas! You will use it to pay homage to our dead comrades!" Redman pressed the pistol on his waist and said extremely domineeringly.
He pushed towards the Gmelin king step by step. Every time he took a step forward, the opponent was frightened by his momentum and took a step back.
After forcing the other party to retreat five steps in a row, Redman continued: "How dare you let someone kill someone from the Datang Group... Who do you think you are?"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at all the Gmelin ministers present: "No one can be safe after offending my master! Even the gods are like this!"
"Don't worry! Your death is not meaningless. It will serve as a warning to the world, so that when people in the future raise their guns against people from the Datang Group, they will think carefully about whether they can withstand the revenge of the Datang Group!" Lei
Deman grabbed King Gemelin by the collar, grabbed him hard, and pushed him towards the soldiers behind him.
Those wolf-like soldiers had been waiting for this moment for a long time. They pounced on the king of Gemelin, held him down, and tied him with ropes.
"You can't... you can't treat a... a king like this..." The Prime Minister of Gemelin trembled, stretched out an arm, and shouted loudly.
"I can!" Redman's other hand clenched a bloody dandelion ring in his palm, and said coldly: "Besides, my master... didn't say he wanted to take you back to Bunas.
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As soon as he finished speaking, the adjutant on the side shot the Prime Minister of Gemelin to death. Everyone fell silent, and there was no sound in the side hall.
"Be honest with me! Those who cooperate will live, and those who resist will be put to death!" Following Redman's order, a dozen soldiers raised their gleaming bayonets, making the remaining Gmelin ministers look like a flock of quails.
Just as well-behaved.
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Bunas, the headquarters of Datang Group, Tang Mo grabbed an exquisite wine bottle and motioned to Harry: "Do you know what this is?"
"This is the fine wine we brewed, my lord." Harry knew just by looking at the bottle that this was the fine wine produced by Burnas.
Tang Mo pulled out the cork on the wine bottle and continued to ask while pouring the wine: "Well, what else do you know? Please be more specific."
"Sir, this is Bunas Year 2. It is a high-quality distilled liquor brewed by us. It is the best product of Bunas Liquor Group and one of the most expensive drinks in the world." Harry replied fluently.
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Seeing that Tang Mo was silent, he continued to add: "A bottle of genuine Bunas 2 years old is sold on the market for 300 gold coins. This price can almost be exchanged for a top-of-the-line T-model car."
"But even so, this kind of wine is still priceless. I heard that most of the real Bounas 2-year-old... are still in the wine cellar, because everyone knows that when Bounas 3-year-old comes out,
, they will be more valuable." This kind of wine is sold by John, so Harry only knows this.
Tang Mo nodded and handed the poured wine to Harry: "You are right."
Then he also picked up a glass: "But the purpose of letting you say this is to remind everyone here that our Datang Group is still very young..."
He looked back at the envoys from various countries sitting there and said with a confident smile: "In a few months, everyone will know... Anyone who offends our Tang Dynasty will be punished no matter how far away they are!"
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The efficiency of staying up late is really getting lower and lower...it's fun and procrastination...in a vicious circle...