Hail the King

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Chambord King Alexander's people?

The garrison soldiers let out a low cheer, as if they saw hope.

The expressions of the nobles and guards around Soroyev suddenly changed, and they were all embarrassed. The nobles lowered their heads one by one. Just now they were angrily scolding the two strong men, but now they dare not even fart.

During the day, the special envoy of the city lord was photographed as meatloaf and the news that the young nobles were mercilessly beheaded at the gate of the camp. They already knew about it, because it was originally the city lord who wanted to test the new commander. The bottom line was deliberately instigated, so how dare they say anything now, all of them secretly prayed in their hearts that the devil, King Chambord, would never stare at him.

Soroyev's expression also changed.

King Chambord's summoning made him feel terrified, and the playful look in the eyes of the two strong men in front of him made him even more angry and angry, but there was nothing he could do. If someone else dared to call himself a fat pig, he would He had already chopped these two people into mincemeat, but now...he really didn't dare to do anything to King Chambord's people.

"Since it was summoned by Lord Alexander, my city lord will go over immediately." Soroyev's neck was flushed, he suppressed the anger in his heart, turned around and waved: "Just taking advantage of this opportunity, everyone will come with me to meet the No. Lord Commander!"

"My lord, then these three people..." the guard holding a long ax asked in a low voice.

"Put the three of them in custody first, and we'll talk about it when I come back." Soroyev glared at the guard, who immediately understood, and beckoned to his companions to drag the three hapless guys away.

"Hey? Wait." Drogba glanced at him, frowned, and asked in confusion, "These three soldiers are wearing the military uniforms of the city garrison? Well, there are still scars from the battle? They are from Ajax. Right? Why did you suffer such a severe punishment?"

"This...the three of them blatantly incited the soldiers in the city to rebel, affecting morale and shaking the morale of the army. All the city lords ordered them to be punished." The city lord's guard rolled his eyes and gave a reason.

"Oh? Inciting the judgment of the soldiers? Shaking the morale of the army? Well, that really deserves to die." Drogba nodded seriously.

Soroyev heaved a sigh of relief, and the chief guard also secretly wiped his sweat. Fortunately, these two strong men don't seem to be very smart, otherwise they would not be so easy to deceive.

"No, we didn't instigate our partners to rebel, we were wronged, my lord, please help..." The young soldier who caused trouble in order to protect his brother's body before went all out and shouted.

"Shut up!" The chief guard yelled at the young soldier.

"Shut up!" Drogba also yelled at the young soldier, paused, and waited for the poor young soldier viciously, then yelled and added: "You little soldier, how can you talk here? share?"

The young soldier froze.

His eyes were full of despair. He originally thought that these two strong men sent by the legendary His Majesty King Chambord were the saviors. Daring to offend the City Lord's Mansion, there was a wry smile of extreme despair.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

In the distance, looking at the sad and infuriating scene in front of him, the tall and thin soldier who had his right hand cut off before had blood on his severed limbs, his face was sallow from pain, but he raised his head and laughed, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. This laughter was full of sarcasm and ridicule, anyone could tell that the despair and unwillingness in this laughter even far exceeded his physical pain.

As for the guarding soldiers covered in scars all around, their eyes turned red immediately when they saw their companions end up in such a miserable end.

They also didn't expect that the two strong men sent by King Chambord were not the straw they imagined.

On the contrary, Soroyev, the city lord who is as fat as a pig, changed his face at this moment, his eyes almost submerged in the fat narrowed slightly, and a bright light flashed. He seemed to have found something more interesting, perhaps shampoo The king is not as scary as he imagined,

At least these two strong men are not the same as those lowly commoners.

"Hey, you, yes, it's you... Speaking of you, come here, and tell me carefully how these three soldiers incited the garrison to rebel and shake the morale of the army." Drogba still had a grinning expression on his face. The head guard hooked his hands.

"Yes, sir, in fact, what happened is like this. Just now...these three lowly cowards, who were timid and afraid of death, hid secretly during the battle and did nothing. After the Ajaxes withdrew their troops, they spread rumors among the soldiers. , Said that Shuangqi City will not be able to defend sooner or later, and encouraged the soldiers to abandon the city and flee..." The head of the guard came over with a nod and bowed, and began to tell the crimes of the three poor soldiers.

"Really?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Drogba's mouth.

"Of course it's true. It's absolutely true. I swear by the glory of my warrior that everything I said just now is true."

Drogba approached the chief guard and asked inexplicably, "Hey, take a closer look at me, do I look like a fool?"

"Ah? Fool? Oh, no, it's not like that! How is it possible, my lord, you are so mighty and extraordinary..." The head guard hurriedly replied, with a flattering smile on his face, and wanted to say something flattering.

Snapped!

At this moment, Drogba, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned cold.

Before everyone could react, this burly man showed his big hand like a pot lid, raised his hand and slapped the unsuspecting chief guard like a spinning top. Turning in a circle, the silver helmet flew out with a clang and fell below the city wall.

"Bah! Now that you know I'm not stupid, how dare you lie to me with such a big pile of lies?" Drogba said, and slapped him again, directly slapping the chief guard of the City Lord's Mansion squatting on the ground. stupid.

Didier Drogba didn't give up, he raised his foot again, kicked him out, grabbed the desperate young soldier from the hand of the guard of the city lord's mansion, and pointed at the soldier who was still bleeding Glaring at the nobles and the guards around them, he shouted and asked: "Open your dog eyes and take a good look, what is this? These are all wounds! It is the wound left by the Ajax man's scimitar! This They are our soldiers! The soldiers who guarded the city of Double Flags bravely! Do you think I am blind? Is it a fool? Can’t you tell? Such a soldier will hide during the battle, and will encourage his companions to flee after the battle is over?"

The hopeless light in the young soldier's eyes turned into astonishment and confusion.

The soldiers around who had lowered their heads and dared not speak out raised their heads in surprise, their eyes filled with unbelievable surprise, looking at the tyrannical and strong man in front of them, they seemed to finally understand something.

Drogba glanced over these wounded soldiers and asked loudly, "Tell me, tell me, did this young man encourage you to abandon the city and run away?"

There was a brief silence.

"No." Someone answered in a low voice, and then a few soldiers replied sparsely.

Drogba got angry, grabbed the young soldier's hand, and asked angrily: "Touch your own conscience and tell me loudly, this young man, this young man who gave his back to you in battle, this young man The young man who blocked the enemy's sword for you during the battle, this young man who fought side by side with you no matter how many brutal Ajax people faced... Did he encourage you to run?"

This series of questions, like thunder, resounded in the ears of every soldier, detonating the repressed anger in their hearts.

"No! My lord, he didn't! No! No! No!" All the garrison soldiers raised their heads and answered in a way that was almost a roar.

This sound, like the eruption of volcanic magma that has been silent for thousands of years underground, is uniform and straight into the sky. The iron and blood aura contained in it changes the color of the world and almost shatters everyone's eardrums and souls.

The city lord Soroyev, the nobles and the guards suddenly changed their colors.

"You guys told me earlier, should he be executed?" Drogba shouted again.

"No! No! No! No! No! No!" He was answered by the angry shouts of the uniformed soldiers, this time without the slightest hesitation.

Drogba patted the young soldier who was already trembling with excitement and gratitude, and said softly: "Soldier, why are you being punished? What happened, do you dare to tell me in full?"

"My lord, dare, I dare." The young soldier said loudly without the slightest hesitation.

What happened just now, except Drogba and Pierce, everyone present saw it in their eyes and kept it in their hearts, and everyone knew it well, but when this young soldier with scars and bloodstains on his body Roaring, using a hoarse voice and not fluent sentences, when he told the matter again, every soldier in the garrison was deeply touched. They felt ashamed because of their previous silence. A flame was burning, and the fire of anger seemed to be able to burn everything.

"Enough! Shut up!" Soroyev shouted, interrupting the young soldier's talk.

The fat city lord felt an extremely bad atmosphere spreading, and he couldn't bear this kind of scene. He felt that his dignity and glory as a second-class nobleman of the empire had been provoked, which was simply intolerable.

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Second update.

The book recommended in the first chapter is really good, but the narrative seems a bit cumbersome, so I would like to make a statement here.

Brothers who like it but don't have a pen, you can go and have a look.

There are only a few days left before the outbreak, and everyone supports me.

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