Book of Gods and Demons

"Book of Gods and Demons (

Medland Glory Calendar November 11th, 1379.

In the northwest of the Durham Empire, in the middle of the Lanyin Corridor, the strategically important location of the Canglang Principality, Langyabao.

From south to north, two or three miles apart, the three six-pointed bastions lined up in a row, the walls made of huge stones, have collapsed countless. The black plume of smoke hovered up into the sky under the gust of wind, and dyed the low-altitude gray clouds with a black edge.

On the ground outside the bastion, wooden stakes and barbed wire fell to the ground in a mess. There were large and small bullet craters everywhere. There were at least two soldiers from the Gray Wolf Principality wearing a gray-white sheepskin jacket and holding an old matchlock gun. Ten thousand corpses were on the spot.

High in the sky, several falcons raised by the generals of the Principality of Gray Wolf hovered in the thick clouds, screaming sadly from time to time.

On the collapsed city wall of the bastion, the banner of the Canglang Principality was beaten to pieces, and hung on the broken bricks and tiles as soft as rubbish.

Inside the bastion, a large group of gray wolf principality soldiers who had lost their helmets and armor knelt on the ground, and looked at them in horror at the heavily armed, dangling cigarettes, and loudly talking and laughing soldiers of the German Imperial Army.

The cold wind howled, and moans and cries were everywhere in the three bastions.

Teams of Imperial Army soldiers shuttled through the bastion. They opened the doors of the warehouses and happily counted the materials in the warehouses.

Nearly seven feet tall, tall and thin, his muscles bulge like steel bars, and the muscles are sharp and angular like a knife and axe. Gorkin, who looks unusually strong and sturdy, sits on a section of the collapsed city wall. , Bare his upper body, grinning looking down at the movement in the bastion.

Two medical soldiers are busy treating Golkin's wounds.

On Gorkin’s left shoulder, there was a piercing sword wound; he received a knife on his chest, and the wound penetrated into the pectoralis major muscle for more than an inch; on his right abdomen, there was also a short machete inlaid with blood. The small blood troughs along the edge of the blade continue to flow outward.

A conscript held his breath, carefully observed the location of the machete for a while, then gritted his teeth, grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out.

'laugh'!

A burst of blood spurted out.

The muscles on Gorkin's face twitched, and then he tensed his abdominal muscles forcefully. The two-inch-wide incision muscle contracted, abruptly locking the nearby blood vessels, and the blood flow rate suddenly slowed down.

The conscript hurriedly treated the wound with medicine, and tightly wrapped the bandage covered with hemostatic powder around Golkin.

"Mom...I'm really shameless, two Tier 5 against me and a small lieutenant colonel..." Golkin yelled in pain, "If it weren't for my life-saving skills...hiss..."

On the battlefield that had just calmed down, the dark gray uniform became the main color.

Large groups of imperial soldiers rummaged through the battlefield. They collected the bodies of their colleagues who died in the battle and healed the injured companions who fell to the ground. They even piled up the corpses of the soldiers of the Canglang Principality who had been killed. Later, as long as they were sprayed with fire oil, they would be able to clean up these corpses as long as a fire.

After breaking the Langfang Fort, a smooth journey to the west will be a smooth journey. The key to the hinterland of the Canglang Principality is completely exposed in front of the imperial army's minions.

The two military judges came up with a group of military policemen. Holding the military merit book with a dark gray cover in his hand, the military judge asked Golkin in detail about how he had killed two Tier 5 wolf knights just now.

After the record was completed, Golkin reviewed the military judge's record, his fingers were stained with ink pad, and he pressed his handprint heavily on the military merits.

The Gray Wolf Knight, the absolute elite of the Gray Wolf Principality, its position in the Gray Wolf Principality is comparable to the Hydra Secret Guard of the Durham Empire. It was a great military exploit to behead two gray wolf knights in battle.

In addition, the army under the jurisdiction of Gol'jin belonged to one of the first three teams to break the city during the battle to break the Wolffang Fort. This is another extremely strong military exploit.

"Hey, I'm not far from the Colonel, right?" Golkin pulled his fingers, calculated in his heart, and then laughed happily: "Hey, hey, the 25-year-old colonel...his, war What a good thing."

The long horn sounded.

Golkin gave orders loudly, and the soldiers under his jurisdiction gathered from all directions, lined up in a neat line, and headed towards the big camp a few miles away to the east.

The rags and **** soldiers panted heavily, and they alternated from behind. The uniforms were cleanly washed, and the energetic soldiers staggered past.

The soldiers greeted each other, cheered each other up, and tossed cigarettes and small hip flasks at each other.

The soldiers who had just fought a fierce battle returned to the base camp. There were hot baths and a hearty meal waiting for them; while the soldiers in rotation crossed the three bastions and headed for the one twenty miles away to the west. Towns with hundreds of thousands of inhabitants moved in.

The army of the Durham Empire is like a sophisticated war machine, operating in a specific way in an orderly manner, continuously exerting tremendous pressure on the Gray Wolf Principality.

'call out'!

A sharp steam jet came from the air, and the huge bodies of three airships that were thousands of feet long smashed into the high-altitude dark clouds, and slowly fell towards the camp.

A few hundred feet away from the ground, a figure jumped out from the pod of the middle airship, drew an arc, and fell heavily in the direction of the camp headquarters.

Gorkin had just wiped his body with hot water, put on a clean uniform, and was about to enjoy a delicious meal. A command colonel adjutant rushed over and hooked his finger at him with an unhappy expression: "Hey, Gorkin, you **** rich young master...please, bring something from home in the future, can you keep a low profile?"

"Asshole, those good guys, I'm drooling... the generals said, they will come to you for dinner in the next three days!" The sturdy colonel spit on the ground very uncomfortably, hard. He rubbed his big nose which was flushed by the cold wind.

Golkin looked at him blankly: "Ah, damn, I haven't written to home recently... Someone brought me something?"

A confused Gorkin followed the colonel to the barracks on the side of the command headquarters, and saw a hill-like pile of cargo just unloaded from the airship.

Top rum, top cheese, top coffee, top tea, top bulk tobacco, top finished cigars, even top sugar cubes... and sausages made with good black skin pork, added Smoked meat, smoked fish, smoked duck, smoked goose...

The materials sent were so rich that they could even be used by thousands of people for several months.

A group of Golkin's colleagues and officers had already heard the wind and gathered here, looking at the oak barrels and cedar wood cigar boxes with green eyes.

"Golkin, it's weird, these things were sent from the imperial capital..." A colonel in the heavy camp swallowed and spit.

"Could it be that the sonnet you wrote impressed a certain noble lady in the imperial capital?" A young lieutenant colonel looked at Golkin with a smile on his face.

"Oh... dear Golkin... I have received your letter last time. Think about your fighting in the cold Lanyin corridor... I specially gave you a little gift." The young major made a weird noise, yelling pretentiously, learning from a woman's voice.

A group of young officers burst into joyful laughter.

Gorkin laughed and cursed, and then took the letter from a military police officer who had sent them along with the supplies.

The envelope has been opened. Apparently, the military police, and even the intelligence officers in the army, have reviewed the content of the letter.

Golkin opened the envelope, and it was messy, like the ugly handwriting scratched out by chicken paws, and it savagely ran into his sight.

Gorkin looked at the letter dumbfounded. He raised his head and murmured, "Joe, you kid, did you rob the Royal Bank of the Empire? Just your pocket money and your stingy temperament. Why are you? Yes, send me so many good things?"

"Ah, you must have deliberately **** me off... asshole... how did you get so many good things?"

"Damn it, why did you run from Tulum Port to the imperial capital? Hessian and Liya, how can you be assured of letting you leave Tulum Port?" Gorkin nodded dizzyly at the letter.

At the time of writing this letter, Joe hadn't opened up a sea of ​​spirit... His mind at that time was still chaotic, and his IQ was still not high. The content he wrote in the letter is also seven-to-eight, mixed with all kinds of irregular content such as laughing, swearing, and gagging.

As a result, Golkin was unable to get any useful information through this letter.

Anyway, Joe broke out suddenly, and then suddenly remembered his poor brother fighting in the Lanyin Corridor, and then he was very impulsive and purchased a large number of luxury goods and spent huge transportation costs~www.ltnovel.com ~Through the fast transportation channel of the army, I took an airship from the Imperial Capital all the way to here.

"Smelly boy!" Golkin laughed, and read the letter from beginning to end again: "I haven't seen it for several years... What are you going to do in the imperial capital?"

From high in the sky, there was a sharp steam jet again.

A miniature airship with a length of only more than fifty feet and a slender shape and smooth lines descended quickly from high altitude.

Gorkin and the officers around him looked up at this miniature airship at the same time—this type of airship was used in the Imperial Army to deliver important documents and important information.

The speed of the miniature airship is several times that of the previous three giant transport airships.

It's just that, generally speaking, there is nothing extremely important, and this special airship will not be dispatched at all.

Before long, a court clerk brought several court knights, accompanied by a lieutenant general of Gorkin's army, and came to Gorkin with a solemn expression.

"Gorkin Rong Witto?" The court clerk looked up and down a blank Gorkin, and handed him a scroll wrapped in dark gray ribbons: "This is the director of royal court affairs. Your Excellency Merlin personally issued an invitation letter, inviting you to attend the court banquet held at Hydra Palace this year, that is, your conferring ceremony.

Golkin opened his mouth subconsciously: "Me? Granted? Are you mistaken?"

The officers on the side all held their breath, staring blankly at the serious court clerk.

"No, of course there is nothing wrong." The court clerk gave a gentle smile: "Please be prepared for everything... You will be awarded the Earl of the Empire. At the same time, you will receive the same title and merits as yours. Matching medal!"

Gorkin was stupid on the spot.