Ride and Cut

"After careful consideration, I thought that the soldiers of the Ripper Brigade arrived for the first time. It is normal to be defensive in the new environment. It is totally unreasonable to accuse them of being too irritable." Booth was the first to show his sincerity, and his face was full of pain and self-blame. No one will doubt this sincerity. "It is the soldiers of our army who are not tolerant enough to treat new comrades in arms. I, the wing leader, has a heavy responsibility."

He was scolding his mother in his heart.

"No, no, no." Richard waved his hands again and again, anxiously like the father who lost his beloved son. "How can I accuse Master Booth of choosing to fight back after being attacked. For the elite soldiers, it is as natural as eating and drinking water. , Otherwise wouldn't it be a bloodless soft egg?"

"No matter what, it is impossible to deny that it was the Skars who did it first, and I, the lord, is the real sinner!"

He was also scolding his mother in his heart.

"It is difficult to pass the responsibility to Master Richard." Booth bit his scalp and continued, "I think the more important reason is that he is about to attack the hateful Stuart. The soldiers are too excited, so it is difficult to control themselves. Emotions."

"Master Buster makes sense." Lord Lord nodded in agreement, and said in a pretentiously melancholy tone. "The third-rate legion surely won't have the trouble of being overly excited by the soldiers, but who would call us the elite of the elite?"

This sentence was very appetizing to the other generals, and it caused a triumphant laugh.

"So you mean—" Bedrick looked at this and that, hesitated for a long time before continuing with uncertainty: "The main reason for the fight is... the timing?"

"Ah, how many fate will happen." Lord Lord sighed deeply.

"Ah, what a strange coincidence." Buster sighed with emotion.

"It created this ridiculous farce." The two looked at each other helplessly, but they had to join hands and said in unison.

Booth opened his arms to Richard and was a bear hug. He claimed that his fighting spirit was not low and his explosive power was amazing.

But he soon discovered that what he hugged was not like a living person but more like a solid pig iron statue, and there was no response at all despite all efforts. And soon the statue began to fight back, his arms tightened like iron tongs...

"Hmm." A painful cry that was suppressed to the extreme.

Richard swears that he has definitely kept his hands, and no one can complain that the lord of the mountain fort is not tolerant. Otherwise, you can definitely let other people present to see in person, what is the flow of excrement and urine. But when they separated, Booth's entire face flushed, and he staggered back twice before he could barely stand firm.

"Enough, just shut up." Suffolk waved his hand and led everyone to the stone house where the legion headquarters was located.

He walked silently all the way, until he entered the door and stood beside the huge terrain sand table, raised the long rod to push the chess piece representing the dragon's claw a little further, and penetrated into the territory of Stuart.

Suffolk looked at the sand table, his eyes swept across the flags representing the various legions and the mountains and rivers. After a long period of indulgence, he said to himself: "The dragon's claw has always been the most trustworthy elite in Pompeii. In this way, it will not change in the future."

The generals touched the heels of their shoes at the same time, and there was a crisp sound.

The two outsiders, Richard and Bedrick, reacted more slowly, but they were both thieves, so they didn't touch them at all.

"The honor we inherited is too glorious and too heavy, and we will never allow anyone to bring stains on it. Therefore, the military discipline of the Dragon Claw has always been the strictest, and violators have always been strictly dealt with." Suffolk tuned very much. The high, sonorous voice echoed in the room, releasing obvious anger.

If you want to change someone else, you should worry about your own situation, but Richard is not the kind of stunned green who has never seen the world. He seems to be full of pain, but he secretly curls his lips in his heart, and his heart has fallen into his belly.

He knew that the higher the tone, the more likely he would put it down gently in the end. When there is a serious penalty, there is often no more nonsense.

Richard himself has done this for more than one time in Gaoshan Fort, and he is reluctant to be punished severely and can't let him go. It is a very practical management technique to frighten the lord to express that the lord is angry at first, and then let them be grateful.

However, this trick is becoming more and more difficult for the ghosts and warriors of Gaoshan Fort, and it is even more questionable how effective it can be for Richard. He secretly glanced at Buster from the side of the light, this guy dragged his helmet with one hand and nodded slightly, at least looking guilty, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"For the sake of strict military discipline, the official decided as follows regarding this fight," Suffolk said, and the clerk immediately spread out the paper and dipped a feather pen in ink to prepare for the record.

The room was so quiet for a while that the needles dropped, and only the feather pen, sand, paper, and Suffolk's voice could be heard flowing slowly.

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Twenty soldiers are combined into a row, five rows can form a hundred-man team, ten hundred-man team form a brigade, and the five brigades together form the forward of the entire Dragon Claw Legion.

They set off at the dawn of the morning, and a full 5,000 soldiers lined up in a long queue of thousands of yards. Together with countless carriages, they slowly meandered into the distance like a snake.

Lead-gray clouds covered the entire sky within sight. Snow flakes like cracked salt fell sparsely, and quickly melted when they fell on the ground. The wind was crying, and the snowflakes were blowing the dead grass on the ground, and it rushed on everyone's face equally.

"This year's snow really came very early." Richard sat on horseback and looked into the distance, searching his intestines for a long time, but he still couldn't find any good poems for the occasion, so he let it go.

"Yes." Bedrick reached out to catch a piece of slowly falling snow~www.readwn.com~ and watched it melt with the heat of his palm.

"This is undoubtedly the mighty power of the goddess of ice and snow." Booth drove his horse to Bedrick's right hand, and said with a smile to the middle-aged priest on the far right.

The priest's name is Granling, and his clever head without hair is a natural reflection of him.

Among the ten ice and snow priests, he was the only one who was dispatched to the striker team. Needless to think about it, he was a hapless person who was excluded. However, after a few days, Richard had a good impression of him. He was relatively simple in all aspects, and was completely different from the grandiose and gorgeous style of ordinary clergy.

Divine art practice makes the ice and snow priests have a strong resistance to the cold, and Gran Ling wears only a thin dark blue monk's uniform. Shaking his head and chanting acid poems such as "Snow, you are so white and so pure", everyone who heard it immediately realized that this product must have no culture at all.

"Master Buster, most of the wind and snow are just a normal natural phenomenon, just like the sun rising and the sunset, you don't need to be attached to the goddess." Grand Ling said with a serious face.

Richard chuckled twice, thinking that you would not be squeezed out by anyone.