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There are two steam locomotives at the front and rear of the train, which are extremely powerful, and a special train with a huge noble family emblem hung on the car body. It rushed across the Lanyin River Bridge.

In the cold wind, a team of nearly a hundred bridge guard police officers riding war horses restrained the war horses from standing close to the iron bridge guardrail, silently paying attention to the galloping train.

The special train whipped up a gust of wind, and a few icy drops of water floated with the wind and hit Yankel Baker hard in the face.

Once the police chief of the Imperial South Railway Station, and now the chief of the Datieqiao Branch, Yankel, he looked dull at the speeding special train, and when the water column fell on his face, he shivered violently. He has good eyesight, and with a glance, he can see the huge shield-shaped family crest on the carriage.

Look at the shape system, it should be the coat of arms of a certain marquis family with real power; on both sides of the gilt-rimmed shield coat of arms, there are faint serpentine patterns, which means that this coat of arms belongs to a real power with imperial royal blood. Marquis.

"Puff!" Yankel waited until the special train ran away, and then carefully spit on the river outside the guardrail.

He didn't dare to do this in front of the special train.

This is clearly a special train that was covered by the marquis of real power with royal blood. In case he was spitting out, he was accidentally seen by someone on the special train who was so idle... it was another great trouble.

He has been sent to guard the big iron bridge from the oily South Station Police Station.

He didn't want to be sent out again...The impoverishment of the empire has gone too far. If those big people really want to fix him, there are too many places where life is worse than death waiting for him.

In other words, on this cold windy day, patrolling on the large iron bridge that lasts for dozens of miles is already worse than death.

From the port of Tulum, in the center of the special train that was wrapped up in his own name by the inspector general of the Southern Special Administrative Region, Vigrar, Weima kneeled on a brocade sofa, her nose pressed against the glass window. Curiously looked at the scenery outside.

Weima's eyes were also very good, and the special train whizzed past. She could see the face of the group of bridge guards who had been whitish by the cold wind.

"Tifa, you see, they are so pitiful... Such cold weather, there is no shelter on the river..." Although in the warm carriage, Wei Ma still couldn't help but shiver.

"The weather in the north is terrible. They still have to patrol this bridge. It's too pitiful." Wei Ma sighed heavily.

Tifa sat on a sofa across from Weimar, with a few copies of the newspaper that he sent to buy when he passed by Ruhr City in front of him.

She was reviewing the news in the newspaper and various gossip scandals word by word. After hearing Weimar’s words, she said nonchalantly: "Did you not read the letter Joe sent back last time? Among these people who are responsible for guarding the bridge , There are enemies who are unkind to him."

Weima's small face suddenly wrinkled, she looked at the gray world outside the window, and shouted: "Then, if the wind gets stronger, they will freeze to death... Uh, it's terrible weather... They deserve it."

At the end of the carriage, at the junction of the two carriages.

Hessian, who was wearing only a shirt, stood beside the car door with his hands on his back and a big cigar in his dangling. His face was as calm as an ancient well, his eyes diverged slightly, looking at the scenery passing by the window.

"Hyderabad!" Hessen muttered lowly, "Heh, I didn't expect that I will come to Hyderabad this day."

Reaching out and taking the cigar, he flicked the cigarette **** lightly in the crystal ashtray on the short table beside him, flicked the ash more than an inch into the ashtray, and put the cigar into his mouth again.

Hessen murmured: "What the **** did Joe do? Well, um, I spent so much money in these years to get the title of a subordinate Junker...what exactly did he do? Marquis of military service?"

"Cong Junker transformed into a Teutonic... the difficulty in it, hiss!" Hessian clicked his lips: "Skeins, this bastard, doesn't tell me the detailed experience...those imitation taboos, indeed The price is higher, and it won't be stingy like this."

"Or, he doesn't know what Joe did?" Hessen shook his head with a headache.

"But, I'm going to Hyderabad soon... Seeing Joe, everything is clear." Hessen squinted, reached into his pocket with his right hand, took out a large gold coin with a face value of ten, and flicked his right thumb. The gold coin rolled and flew more than two feet high, and he spread his palm to the palm, and then flicked it again.

The gold coins rolled and flew up, just like the wheels of a special train rolling rapidly, getting closer and closer to Hyderabad.

In Tulum Port, after inexplicably receiving an invitation to the New Year's Dinner at Hydra Palace, Hessian left Liya to sit at home, and set off with Tifa and Weimar.

Hess, who was puzzled, just wanted to get to Hyderabad as soon as possible.

He simply paid a lot of money, under the name of Viglar, booked a special train, and set off overnight with people. And all the way, day and night, except for the replacement and maintenance of the steam locomotive, there are no stops along the way.

The closer to Hyderabad, the more mixed Hessian's mind was.

The high-pitched whistle sounded from the front and back of the special train, and the four steam locomotives opened the gates at the same time, high-temperature steam spurted out, and the speed gradually slowed down. In the large dark shadows ahead, the little lights are so eye-catching.

The speed of the special train is getting slower and slower. Accompanied by the deep sound of screaming, under the beam of light projected by dozens of spotlights, the special train gradually drove into the Imperial Capital South Station, on a platform dedicated to the noble trains. Stop slowly.

The huge gas lamp illuminates the platform brightly, and over a hundred horse-drawn carriages parked on the platform, forming a long line. Several Rittal elders who followed Joe to Hyderabad stood on the platform, followed by dozens of family guards.

Behind them are hundreds of vigorous and cold-spirited soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group.

These soldiers were in groups of ten, scattered on the platform, drove the staff of the Imperial Capital South Station and more than a dozen South Station police far away. Several South Station police officers with high police ranks looked at the slow-stopping special train with gray heads and gray faces, but they couldn't get closer.

"Tifa, Weimar, ready to get off." Hesse turned around and yelled towards the carriage: "Tifa, stare at Weimar, let her wear two more coats... The weather in Hyderabad, and Tulun Hong Kong is completely different."

Two burly men came over, holding Hessian clothes in their hands.

Hessian quickly put on a close-fitting vest and a formal coat. After hesitating, he curled his lips, grabbed a heavy bearskin coat, and wrapped it around him indiscriminately.

"Do as you live in the country, hum." Hessian muttered in a low voice, "Please be careful, brothers, and don't lose your luggage, especially the sausages and bacon made by Liya herself..."

The twenty-four knots of the special train door'Dong Dong' opened. A group of Rittal subordinates lined up neatly, carrying a large number of luggage and walking off the special train. In the low voice of the Rittal family, the Rittal family The subordinates formed a neat line on the platform.

On the platform, the soldiers of the Blood Axe Clan looked curiously at the hands of the Qiaoben family.

According to some unspoken rules of the mainland of Medland, the Blood Axe Marcos took refuge in Joe, and the Blood Axe battle group was naturally Joe's subordinate. But the blood axe battle group is definitely not a subordinate of the Rittal family, the subtle differences in it are very subtle.

In other words, the Blood Axe would obey any orders from Joe, but the words of Hessen, the head of the Rittal family, would not work well in front of them. The noble family of Medland, the internal division of power, is so subtle and special.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe Group are all elites dug out from the army by Marcos.

They also knew that Joe was born in a big family in Tulum Harbor in the south, and the family power is extremely strong.

When in Hyderabad, these soldiers also fought side by side with the family guards Joe brought to Hyderabad. Not long ago, they also joined forces with the police from the North Branch of the Imperial Capital.

The soldiers of the blood axe battle group are arrogant in their hearts.

The family guards around Joe are not weak in terms of personal strength alone.

But when it comes to coordination and discipline, the family guards around Joe are obviously far inferior to the Blood Axe.

Hessian brought nearly a thousand followers this time.

These Rittal subordinates lined up and stepped off the special train, and the soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group used professional eyes to judge the strength of these new Rittal subordinates.

Gradually, the warriors of the blood axe battle group, their eyes became fierce, and their attitude gradually became serious.

The nearly one-thousandth manpower brought by Hesse is all elite.

On them, there was an unusually familiar smell from the soldiers of the blood axe battle group.

These guys are definitely elite soldiers. Judging from the aura that unintentionally exudes from them, these guys have participated in battles no less, and the lives in their hands are not much less.

The soldiers of the Blood Axe Group couldn't help but click their mouths at the same time.

Sure enough, it is a rich and powerful local family... unexpectedly recruited so many elites in the army.

Tsk, it seems that in the future, you will have to work harder to do things under Joe's hands, otherwise, wouldn't it lose the face of the blood axe battle group?

When all the entourages were already waiting in line on the platform, Hesse was dangling a big cigar, spitting smoke, clutching Weimar’s little hand in one hand, followed by Tifa, surrounded by dozens of master guards, Slowly walked out of the middle carriage.

"Where is Joe?" Hesse glanced at the platform.

Except for a few elderly family members headed by them, Joe, Segons, and Ya were all absent.

A burly old man from the family with one eye missing and one ear half missing took two steps forward, approached Hessian's ear, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Hessian's face became extremely... wonderful.

He widened his eyes and stared straight at the old family: "Joe... hooked up with Emperor Grandson Salian? He now...followed Salian and didn't know where he went? This is Sguasjean. News from people?"

The burly man nodded heavily~www.ltnovel.com~ spread his hands and made a helpless expression.

Hessen looked at the left and right blankly, spit the cigar in his mouth heavily on the ground, and stepped on it fiercely.

‘Boom’, there was a half-foot deep footprint on the solid reinforced concrete platform.

The face of the Nanzhan official who was blocked from the back stepped forward violently twitched, showing a very heartbroken expression.

"Go to the station, eh, don't freeze Vemma." Hessian drooped his eyelids and patted Weima's head as he looked around.

Afterwards, Hessian lowered his voice: "I heard that Joe ran into some trouble in the Imperial Capital... Give me a copy of the relevant information."

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