Book of Gods and Demons

"Book of Gods and Demons (

December 4th, early morning.

Qiao put on his coat, yawned, and squatted down the corridor, washing himself with a ‘huh ah ah la’.

The rough towel wiped his face vigorously, and the trace of drowsiness still left completely disappeared in the irritation caused by the vigorous friction. Qiao Yangtian sneezed, put on his coat shivering, and wrapped his coat tightly.

Gorkin's high-pitched and powerful voice came from outside. In his shouting, the mansion was requisitioned for temporary residence, and the soldiers of the imperial army that belonged to a full regiment under Gorkin's jurisdiction had been assembled.

According to the military system of the imperial army, a full-fledged field regiment, one commander, two deputy commanders, two guard companies, three full-fledged battalions under its jurisdiction, and two specialized logistics companies are deducted. Fifteen hundred and thirty-one people.

This regiment of Gorkin has been fighting fiercely on the front line of the Lanyin Corridor, often losing battles, and often recruiting new recruits from the rear.

Just experienced the Battle of Wolffang Castle, and now the regiment under Golkin has more than 1,700 soldiers, which is more than a hundred more than the normal full formation.

Qiao put his hands on his waist belt, took Mr. Si Gengsi and others, slowly walked through the large courtyard, and came to Gorkin who was reorganizing the army.

Nearly two thousand imperial army officers and soldiers lined up neatly in three, two, and five squares, standing in front of Joe like a tree stump. All of them were fully armed and wrapped in thick winter coats. They breathed deeply and vigorously, their faces covered by a thick white mist.

Sick and powerful, the army is majestic.

Joe looked at the elite Imperial Field Army in front of him, suddenly drooling a bit.

Compared with these elites, his current subordinates can also stabilize Marcos' blood axe battle group. The group of guards of the Rittal family, let’s not talk about it for the time being; the Great Ivan’s Blizzard Group, that’s a group of old-***-children!

Not to mention the combat effectiveness, from the perspective of military posture and discipline, the Blizzard Group is simply indistinguishable.

"According to the order of the superior, the headquarters of the headquarters will be changed. Now everyone, listen to my order..." Gorkin nodded when he saw Joe coming over, and shouted, "Everyone, turn left, four people and one person. Line up, line up... go!"

A group of logistics soldiers rushed over with a group of war horses. The soldiers assembled in the compound shouted slogans loudly. There were four people in a row, lined up in a neat line, and walked out of the compound with a sound "rumble" and walked down the street. Trot all the way outside Langyabao city.

Joe jumped on horseback with Golkin, a group of officers rode a trot, and followed the brigade.

When I came last night, it was already late, and Joe was not in the mood to look at the scenery of Langya Castle.

Now the sky is slightly brighter, and under the dim sky light, this rugged and alien style of the Lanyin Corridor, which was built in the hands of the Canglang Principality, is completely revealed in front of Joe.

Spacious, the widest point can be 500 feet, and the narrowest is 200 feet.

The huge boulders were built entirely by relying on the original shape of the boulders, without any carving and processing. Just such a piece of stone, large and small pieces of building built together stand in rows on both sides of the street.

These buildings are rough, tall, and heavy, lacking architectural aesthetics, but are sufficiently durable.

Just like the nomads on the plateau, they are rude, fierce, and lack civilized atmosphere, but they are like thick moss everywhere, their vitality is extremely tenacious, and in such a difficult and difficult environment, they can survive stubbornly. .

On the street, there is a patrol team of twelve people.

Twelve people happened to be the full staff of a squad of the Imperial Army.

Gorkin's brigade crossed the street, and patrols along the way raised their hands in salute. Gorkin rode on horseback and saluted them with a serious expression.

On the roadside, there are also early residents of Langyabao.

Most of them are descendants of highlanders. Their dark skin and slightly curly hair all show their identities.

Only a small part of the descendants of the people of the empire are mixed, but the descendants of these people of the empire, like those highlanders, look fierce and distorted when they look at Gorkin’s army. They are full of blood and blood. appearance.

"I don't like the look of these people." Qiao Ceqi followed Golkin, pointing at the people on the side of the road and shook his head.

"The empire has lost the Lanyin Corridor for too long." Gorkin's dark eyes flashed with extremely fierce eyes: "However, what else can they do besides standing on the side of the road and being ruthless? Their bones, without them. I think so hard."

"Occasionally there are a few hard bones, and they are cut with a war knife." Golkin said coldly: "Broken spine bones, it is useless to connect them... Or, simply chop off their heads. The highlanders who don’t obey, go to die."

Joe looked at Golkin in surprise.

The elder brother he once remembered--the elder brother of the little girls who wrote love poems and played the violin to hook up the little girls in Tulum Harbor, although the fighting was fierce, but the substance was very boring.

His back in Joe's impression has gradually faded away.

Only this cold, ruthless, and as cold as a steel knife Lieutenant Colonel Gorkin...

Joe sighed in his heart, this is war!

The brigade was walking on the snow-covered street. On the street, there were gradually big men in brown uniforms with shackles on their feet and various tools in their hands, struggling to clean the snow in the cold wind.

These big guys saw Gorkin walking by with a team of people, they raised their heads, gazes viciously sweeping at the soldiers of the Imperial Army, some of them still cursed in highland language.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army in charge of overseeing the work carried heavy clubs and smashed them at these big guys.

"Boom, boom, boom", hardwood sticks with thin arms hit these big guys, and they screamed in pain, biting their teeth one by one, with a face full of resentment, bending down to continue cleaning the snow.

In the roadside building, behind the windows facing the street, the curtains were opened.

Lines of figures stood behind the glass windows, staring deadly at the imperial army soldiers passing by on the road.

Countless invisible gazes swept across, and in these gazes, Joe felt a strong, almost substantive malice.

"Behind every window, there may be arrows shot, bullets shot, bombs dropped."

Golkin patted Joe's arm and pointed to the tall buildings on the side of the road and said in a deep voice, "So, when marching on the street, you must be vigilant and vigilant... Especially, don't enter the remote alleys or side roads... …"

After pondering for a while, Gorkin tilted his head and said, "Well, if there is a beautiful lady who is in trouble and asks you for help... arrest her directly. If a lost child asks you for help... arrest him directly. There is a wrestling. If your old man asks you for help... arrest him directly."

"In short, according to our rhythm, no matter what trouble they have, arrest them, take them to the barracks, all troubles are not trouble... But if they follow their rhythm, they may be really asking for help, or at their destination. , What awaits us is a trap."

"Last night you said you entered the military university, which is a good thing."

"But there are a lot of things that the group of teachers at the military university don't understand... Only when you have really experienced it on the battlefield, can you know how dark and terrifying the human heart is, and you want to survive on the battlefield. Go on, how terrible and dark you will become!"

Joe blinked his eyes: "Have you... personally experienced?"

Gorkin was silent for a while, and pointed his finger at his heart.

Joe remembered clearly that yesterday he saw that there was a half-inch deep scar near Golkin's heart. The scar that has healed is still so deep, one can imagine how serious the injury was when he was injured.

"I just left the boot camp and entered the third month of frontline combat. At that time, I was not in the Lan Yin Corridor, but to the north to guard against the group of ice barbarians who came across the sea."

"I'm going to save a little girl who is only twelve years old at most." Golkin squinted and muttered lowly: "Her leg was seriously injured. I took her to the medical soldier... She used a wave Short sword, gave me a sword directly."

"Then, three icefield beast soul fighters with the same strength as me at that time jumped out, and three people surrounded and killed me.

"I killed all of them... that little girl..." Golkin looked up at the sky: "That little girl..."

"Did you kill her?" Joe's eyes widened.

The twelve-year-old girl...This inexplicably reminds Joe of Weimar~www.ltnovel.com~ Although she assassinated Golkin, she is the enemy...but...

"I want to let her go, but the three people I killed were her three brothers and the only three remaining males in her family. Her father, uncle, and other brothers were all attacking. In the Empire, he died in battle."

"She killed herself with that corrugated dagger in front of me."

Gorkin shrugged his shoulders: "I haven't recovered for a month... but then, just get used to it."

Joe grinned, raised his hand, and lightly patted Golkin on the back.

Get used to it.

Listening to this, I feel uncomfortable.

"Golkin, you said, isn't it good for you to continue writing your love poems in Port Tulum? Why are you joining the army!" Joe sighed helplessly.

"But, I can't write love poems for a lifetime, can I?" Golkin looked at Joe with a smile, and said with a smile on his face: "Then, taking over the family properties left by Hessian, he hugged his belly and lay on the corridor at a young age. Bask in the sun?"

"No, no, no, that's not the life I want."

"In addition to love poems, gold coins and women, I have greater pursuits... the sky, freedom, and the noisy wind!" Gorkin looked up at the sky very seriously and muttered: "Even if my life ideal is Hook up with a few more women, and you can't be limited to the small place of Tulum Harbour.

Joe's face was dark.

Gorkin laughed ‘quack’, and he slapped Joe’s arm vigorously: “Wh, ah, ah, that is to coax a child... Tsk, how can my ideal of life be so narrow?”

"Well, responsibility!" Golkin patted his chest lightly, and looked at Joe with a smile: "This is my responsibility as the eldest brother. A family is more than just rich."