Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 153

"General, General Mintel, please take a look at the past." A commander rushed over.

Miloshasha and Harrison looked at each other and then jumped out of the war with Moroccan: "Leading the way ahead."

"General!" Harrison also jumped out of the battle: "I will accompany you, the guy must not be well!"

"No, your temper is too violent!" 鸠 Morogosha smiled: "This is a military camp, a place that only talks about military law, does not talk about personal grievances, I will not have anything."

"General, you think so, that guy may not be the same as you think!"

"Subject to the order! Harrison, you are optimistic about your brethren, don't let them get into trouble! Do you understand?" Moroshasha shook his head.

"Okay..." Harrison sighed softly.

The Moroccan sands followed the commanding soldiers and strode into the military camp. From time to time, there were huge lions and beasts taking off or landing in the camp, which brought up a gust of wind. The soldiers who walked often had to bow their heads low. In order to avoid being blown down by the wind, only the Moroccan sand is high and the body is quite like a javelin. His style has always been tough, not to mention the squally winds of the lions and beasts, even on the battlefield covered by arrows and magic, he is still me.

The soldiers around them were pointing at the Moroccan sands. The pure military style could not be admired by others because they were the subordinate units of the Griffin Flying Squadron. It is not a secret that the Lord has long grievances with Mintel and Monroe. Many people know that if anyone dares to show a little respect, his end can be imagined.

Approaching the handsome account, the Moroccan sands did not wait for the soldiers to report, and immediately took the curtain and went inside. Mintel was sitting on a large chair, holding a glass of rare red crystal in one hand, and a female slave in the Mao Empire in one hand, whispering and laughing, surrounded by a group of cronies.

Mintel is very young, with long and deep eyebrows, straight and straight nose, bright eyes and a god, a handsome and extraordinary look, although it is now a leisure time. He only wears half-length armor, but he can also see Mintel's extraordinary life experience from his body armor. He raises his hand and throws a strong magical wave on his armor, even with the magic of a high-level magician fighting in full force. The fluctuations are generally strong.

"General Mintel, are you looking for me?" asked Morogosha slowly.

"You don't know if you should report it first?" Mintel's smile disappeared instantly, and asked coldly.

"It's you..."

"Please go out first!"

Monroesha took a deep look at Mintel and said nothing. Turned out of the handsome account, a handsome laugh in the handsome account.

The commander came in and reported that the Moroccan sand had arrived, and Mintel deliberately delayed for a long while, which allowed the Moroccan sand to come back again, facing an unsmiling smile. The Moroccan sand still maintains a calm look.

"Our 鸠Morocco General, please sit down." Mintel reached out and let himself still sit there: "I heard that something happened on the road to the heavy team?"

"There is nothing big. It’s just that the pigs and beasts have deteriorated, and the frozen magic array on the heavy trucks is not faulty. In my opinion, it should be the problem at the base camp."

"Mr. Morocor General, don't let the problem push the responsibility to others, and find more reasons from yourself!" Mintel showed a smile: "Five years ago, you taught me this way, I I also learned the lesson. Remember your words, today, it is time to return this sentence to you!"

"I will not push my responsibilities to others, nor will I see others pushing my responsibilities to me, General Mintel. It is still a little early to give me this sentence."

"Is that true? Why do you insist on the problem at the base camp?" Mintel said with a sigh of relief.

"I have asked the magician to double-check the heavy truck without any problems. If you don't believe it, you can send someone to check it out."

"Frozen magic array is not a complicated magical array. The ordinary magician can fix it. It has been three days since the accident. You let me check it now?" Mintel smiled and said: "鸠摩罗哥沙General, are you trying to fool me?"

"General Mingtel, who should be responsible for this matter, you said it is not counted, I said it is not counted, it should be checked by the people in the base camp!"

"Of course, but I have to report my opinion, do you have no opinion?"

"You are free." said Morogosha faintly.

"That's good." Mintel nodded. "You bought a batch of pigs and beasts from other places? I heard that you paid a lot of money for this batch of pigs and beasts, and even the top-level magic that has been treasured for a long time. Crystal gave the businessmen, is that the case?"

鸠Morocco sand glimpsed: "Yes."

“Have you heard that?” Mintel looked back and forth: “It’s a model of the Imperial military!”

"What kind of model! Not afraid of being punished!?" A follower of Mintel said in a sardonic tone.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mintel sneered: "Morocco is not the kind of person!"

"Or you know me." Momosha smiled.

"I don't know you, then no one knows you." Mintel's smile suddenly became awkward: "How can you be afraid of the military's punishment?! Otherwise, you will not make me a criminal, and later Killing my brother by hand! In the past five years, my brother’s desperate screams have been echoing in my ears. I have rarely slept well, and I have been awakened in my nightmare for countless times, and I’m going to be General Morosha, this is Thank you for your gift!"

When it comes to this topic, other people can't take it anymore, and the scene becomes extremely suppressed.

"He deserves to be guilty." The look of Moroccan sand is still as usual.

"Yeah, yeah... Your actions have always been correct." Mintel seemed to feel that he was too impulsive, took a long breath, and regained his smile: "You are Take the most trusted general of the Marshal of Poggio, with his care, where do you put the people in the military who only know how to slap in the eye? Oh, yes, how come the Marshal of Poggio is not here. ?"

"General, Marshal Napoleon has been dead for several years." Mintel's entourage.

"Ah... it’s already dead?" Mintel showed a look of ignorance: "How come dead?"

"It is a foreign country. It was ordered to be executed by the sire."

In the sands of the Moroccan sands, he clenched his fists and then loosened it a little bit. His face was covered with frost. He could let him tease him and tease him, but he must never see someone humiliating in front of him. Teacher, if Mintel bites the teacher, he will have nothing to worry about, **** handsome account!

"Forget it, forget it. Take Marshal Pooni to fight for the South of the country for decades. There is no credit and no hard work. I don't mention this." Seeing the way of the Moroccan sand, in the eyes of Mintel There was a trace of fear that was not checked, and the tone became more moderate. From a privileged child to a military, he climbed into the high position of the general. He learned a lot of things and vented what was necessary. If the opponent is forced into a desperate situation, he will face the crisis of rebellion!

In fact, Mintel did not mean to swear by Morosha, he just thought of a grievance, otherwise he would be polite to the Moroccan sand, and then look for opportunities to smash the knife behind. His brother was leading the troops to investigate. He even surrounded a town with soldiers, left the task behind, and left after three days of tossing in the town. The consequence was that the roaring army of the Mayo Empire sneaked into the unguarded base camp. The tens of thousands of soldiers left behind were killed, but this is a great crime! Although there is a blood relationship, Mintel can't deny that his brother is deserving of sin. At that time, he also persuaded his brother, but unfortunately the other party led the army for the first time, and because of the encounter, there were several outstanding beautiful women in the town. I couldn’t listen to his advice at all, and the result was a disaster that fell from the sky. He has also been implicated.

To put it another way, since the death of Napoleon, the position of the Moroccan sands has dropped and the number of people in the territory has become less and less, but no one can deny that the Moroccan sands are a member of the tiger. Yong will! When nothing happens, you can vent your grievances, but once the danger comes, 鸠摩罗哥沙 becomes a magic weapon to save lives. Some of these cognitive Mingtel did not want to kill the Moroccan sand.

"General Mintel. If you just want to tell me this, I think we will find another time to talk about it. Now I have to go out and arrange defense." Morogosha said slowly.

"General Moroccan General, you don't need to worry about the defense, you have to go to the base camp, and there are a number of people who need your personal escort."

"My duty is to guard the camp of the Griffin Flying Squadron."

"You don't understand, the situation in the country of mercenaries is very dangerous. We have the danger of being cut off at any time. Before that, we must reserve enough supplies!"

"What about defense here?"

"My warriors can fly to the sky at any time, there is no need to worry about it!" Mintel said in a very formal tone: "And the amount of this heavy weight is very large, you better bring more people, don't Wrong again!"

The Moroccan sands have been indulged for a moment: "Follow!"