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　　 The wind blew and the windows whined, like a ghost crying and howling, the lights in the Ivy League hall shook, the lights should be on the faces of the people in the hall, everyone looked nervous or serious.

　　 Almost no one was talking, but there was no silence in there,

　　 In the middle of the hall, there was a sketch of a topographic map on the long table in the hall. The cold air in winter made everyone breathe with a white smoke. Hundreds of officers wearing light armor were waiting quietly. The raindrops were like a sudden burst of drums, and the sound of thunder rolled across the sky.

The footsteps of the passage outside the hall suddenly sounded, "Have you made up your mind? The thieves have arrived at the Phalanx Road, but there are no more than a hundred people!" The door was pulled open violently, and a loud voice came to everyone Standing with a brush, many of these officers looked smart, and rows of weapons were placed on both sides of the hall. The sharp and non-knight swords, the heavy guns with Mitsubishi notches, were evenly spread on the doorway table The bowed handshake position on the above is the sign of Qingteng Jun, and the house is full of Xiao Xiao,

　　 In the eyes of everyone, an officer with a cold look of the Ivy Corps came in,

　　 Wearing a short leather armor, two white cloth belts entangled in the back, tied the armor jacket firmly, murderous, and his eyes were sharp enough to make people dare not look at it.

This young man was called Goodrian, and he was born in the Goodyear family, a century-old goalkeeper. His father was Goode, the commander of the Eighth Army of the Gangfei who fell to the Falcon Empire Army in the Battle of Toronto. It has a great influence and belongs to the typical royalists in the Gangfei army. It is also a direct painful type of the defeat of the Gangfei Empire and the Falcon Empire.

"The opportunity is not lost, the loss will never come, anyway, you need to fight!" There was a man standing among the officers in the hall. His blond hair and handsome face were the young man who asked to see Marcos in the morning. Mail armor, with a family sword with a crown and coat of arms on the waist,

　　 "Yeah, you can't let the thief resign like this! We will go immediately" said an officer who gritted his teeth

"Father, today I will see how I commemorate you with the blood of this country thief!" The young officers in the hall were enthusiastic. Most of the officers who could be recruited into the Ivy League were like Gude, and their fathers or brothers were killed and hunting. In the hands of the eagle empire, this is blood feud! Some moving officers walked towards the weapon rack,

"Everyone, please prepare!" Gudrian waved his hand with a serious and serious face, his mouth deep, his voice low and short, and shaking everyone's eardrums. The Falcon Empire forcibly cut off the south, and shamelessly sent troops to receive the north from the Istanians. This time, the China-European Union agreed to us. As long as we just want to express our support for the China-European Union, the China-European Union can take the opportunity to send troops. If you intervene, the state of affairs is in danger. If the military minister is assassinated, the China-Baro alliance will have a reason to send troops!"

Gudrian's voice paused, although it was still low, but every voice seemed to erupt from his chest. "If you don't want to be completely annexed by the Falcon Empire, you must stand on your own!" he trembles. No more, the tears in his eyes would drip almost at any time. Tolerantly turned around, he performed a military salute toward a portrait of an oil painting of the former Emperor who was not just emperor hanging on the wall of the Ivy Army Hall. Hundreds of people in the hall all followed the awe-inspiring salute. It was quiet inside. Only people occasionally choked twice.

　　 "Booming" The sky was full of thunder and thunder, which stretched continuously from far to near, with lightning flashing through the black cloth covering the window. Make everyone in the hall look pale. Gudrian turned around, raised his hand high, and bit his teeth to give the final order

　　 "Everybody knows it, kill the thief!"

　　 "Zhujue thief!" Sound waves shake the hall,

　　The rainwater was continuously falling down from a height on the streets of Long Road. Marcos’ frame slowly crossed the long road. In ancient cities without modern drainage systems, sewage flows everywhere under heavy rain. Winter rain dull thunder, constant wagons lighted up,

Large groups of bird clouds are pressed against the city layer by layer. The front of the Ivy Army Post is getting closer and closer. The adjutant who opened the road in front has not made a noise. His hand has been placed on the hilt of the sword subconsciously in the carriage Marcos' face was dignified like a rainstorm outside,

Hundreds of accompanying non-guard cavalry were naturally divided into front, back, left, and right, guarding the middle carriage slowly, the wheels rolled over the ground covered with water, and crackled, although it was thought that no one would dare to be less than 100 meters away from the palace. Some shots, but these non-cavalrymen still seemed nervous, the rain was getting bigger and bigger, and all the cavalrymen exposed outside could not open their eyes. The rain was rushing down the armor, and the team came to the Ivy Army outpost. Several Ivy Army soldiers opened the gate of the outpost. The carriage passed slowly and everything was safe!

　　 "Hoo!" There was a trace of lightness on the adjutant's face, which seemed to be anxiety. Just outside the palace, there was already a royal concierge at the door. Today is the eighth birthday of the emperor's majesty.

　　 is Master Marcos’ car. A group of concierge officials hurried up and got wet, holding a huge umbrella in his hand, which had long been a tongue out for the rain and wind. The welcoming team that followed him, all wearing their hats, waited in the heavy rain in embarrassment, and all of them were wet and cold to the bone, still stepping on the water hurriedly greeted them.

During the storm, the etiquette officer broke his throat and yelled, "Master Marcos, His Majesty the Emperor is waiting at the Palace of Lorraine! I have been sent to ask three times, and it's great to see you coming." The etiquette officer shouted, cold wind The rain caught in the mouth was pouring into the mouth, it was really embarrassing to the extreme.

　　 The carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, and the adjutant jumped out of the horse to open the side door. I saw Marcos jumping down in a raincoat and splashing a lot of water. The top hat was pressed down until the eyebrows, and the collar erected in the raincoat, the expression on his face was completely unclear. The ceremonial officer he looked over to asked, "How is your majesty in the Palace of Lorraine?" Isn’t it at the Victoria Palace?"

　　 "Today is the last day for adults to work, Your Majesty has something to say to adults alone!" The etiquette officer's face looked ugly and explained

　　 "Worked! Take no way" Marcos waved his hand to the ceremonial officer, followed the concierge officer to step on the steps outside the palace, and several well-dressed court ladies had been waiting there long ago. One of them was holding a light and soft cloak. Marcos took off his raincoat and put on his cloak. The ceremonial officer took him to a corridor and stopped, saying that the emperor wanted to see him alone.

Marcos walked alone to the meeting room where the emperor was. The rain curtain was heavy, and the rain hit the copper palace ornaments, making a dense and crisp voice. Marcos glanced over the old palace, and he was a little trance. A non-emperor's palace, but no emperor has been here for more than ten years. The palace that lacks maintenance and management has a mildew smell in this cold rain. This place has been away from the center of the world for many years. After being quiet for so many years, he has hurriedly become the main palace where the emperor was placed. Except that the door at the door has been repainted, most parts of the palace have not been renovated.

　　 The future is just like this world in the rain. From a distance, Marcos could not see clearly, squeezed the resignation in his hand, and moved forward in silence, hearing a sudden voice coming from outside. Listening to the ear, nothing was left. The head in his heart scolded himself, "Suspicious!" He was about to take another step, and suddenly there was a crackling sound. There was no more clarity coming from a distance.

　　 Immediately afterwards, there was a series of crackling sounds like the tide. Besides these, the sound of shouting also sounded at the same time! The sound rang at the main entrance of the palace, at the side entrance and at the back entrance.

　　 "Blade the thief! The thief is in the Lorraine Palace!" The voice came faintly in the wind and rain. Marcos was a little stunned. How did he know he was in the Lorraine Palace? The voice of shouting was getting louder and louder, and in the end, there were already violent currents, and countless soldiers wearing armor of vines rushed towards the Lorraine Palace like tide.

The palace guards at the gate were dressed in dresses, and the weapons were also ceremonial. The spear tips of the spears were even covered with soft cloth covers. No one expected that the Ivy Army stationed at the outpost of the palace gate would break out and the guards of the palace gate were directly attacked. Crushed down, under the leadership of dozens of light-armored officers, the shadow behind was not enough to know how many people were there. The sharp blade flashed the cold metal light in the crowd. The entire palace gate was reflective of metal armor.

There was a **** smell in the wind, and the sudden assassination caused the palace guard to be stunned, blood splashed, the palace guard was hit by a chaos, a team of archers came in time, and shot," the officer in charge shouted and quickly swept out the first In a row of arrows, the Ivy Army in front had just rushed across the roadblocks of the palaces, and a dense arrow flew into the face, and the shot suddenly overturned, and suddenly a loud voice came from behind, "Only kill the thieves and defend your majesty! We are the Ivy Army! "The palace guards hesitated." Rushed in and slandered the country thief! "The sound came like a mountain tsunami,

The wind blew the corridor brazier, Mars splashed, Marcos narrowed his eyes involuntarily, pulled out the sword in his hand, heard the scream of the adjutant in the direction of the palace door, in front of him Several officers from the Ivy League appeared, holding sharp knight swords, and one of them looked at him sharply.

　　"Is this necessary? Just to kill me alone, to make such a big deal!" Marcos looked at the young officer in front of his mouth, with a wry smile, Goodrian, a young officer who was sent to hòu by himself.

　　"Of course we need, because today, we are going to get rid of cancerous tumors for this country and get a new life!" Gudrian said coldly, showing a strong determination

　　 "His Majesty the Emperor? You..." Marcos looked a little worriedly in front of the empty meeting room, and the other party could enter here and wait for himself, proving that His Majesty was not here! This made his face change, he died with no regrets, but the emperor must not have anything to do, Gang Fei has already been the case, if the emperor and the Minister of Military Affairs died on the same day, Gang Fei will not fight internally,

"Your Majesty is naturally well, other things do not need you to worry about!" Guderian seemed to know what he was thinking, he dismissed his lips contemptuously, raised the knight sword in his hand, and shouted to several companions behind him. , Kill him! The China-Europe League has reason to send troops! For this country, he must die!"

　　 "Kill!" Several Ivy League officers shouted ferociously,

Marcos kicked a recent officer down with a kick, hitting several people behind and rolling down together. He almost couldn't hesitate to use the **** sword hilt to hit the attacker on the left side with blood. Spitting, the attackers backed and knocked down the brazier, and the countless fire spots turned from the fallen brazier to the ground. The palace was even more chaotic. The servants were pushed and chased, but more people Fleeing into the inner court, they are all maidservants. Some people were grieved, and some people were dripping with blood, and they were flying everywhere like headless flies.

　　 "Protect Master!" Marcos's adjutant ran heavily with a team of guards, gasping in his mouth, and the Ivy Army at the gate of the palace had been defeated.

"Stop them!" There were constantly scattered sergeant Ivy officers rushing up to stop, and with the knight sword in his hand, he used a shield to block the madly running guard. A dozen sergeant Ivy officers erected a shield wall enough to resist the impact of the spear , The bayonet of the opposing guard hit the shield. Continuously making a crash sound like a rainstorm hitting the ground, Marcos's adjutant himself is a powerful warrior, with a tens of kilograms of heavy swords in his hands as a hammer, and the head of the blocking Ivy League officer was severely smashed. The brains cracked, the ground was raining, and there were corpses everywhere. Some people were injured, and they were still trying to crawl in the rain. The blood was flowing, and there was scarlet everywhere, and the situation was already chaotic and extremely chaotic.

　　 "Hurry up, I can't hold it in front!"

An Ivy League officer who was besieging Marcos said anxiously that a few strong young men could not get a 60-year-old man to make the self-respected Ivy League officers feel dull. Marcos deserved to be The general on the battlefield, although he is not an outstanding military commander, and he is old and weak, but not a few eager stunned heads can easily kill,

"Can't delay anymore, Ulas, kill him!" Good Anli held a wounded hand, and shouted suddenly to a dark place, which is the angle between the pillars. If you don't look carefully, it is difficult It was found that there was one more lurking there, which seemed to be urgent. Marcos only felt the cold light rushing in front of him, a huge pain came from his shoulder, and the feather tail of a crossbow was swinging.

　　 "Falcon crossbow?" Marcos' pale face was painful, and he held the position of the middle arrow in his hand, and an unbelievable expression flashed in his eyes.

　　Deep echoes of arrows piercing the meat in the sharp wind breaking noise. It was another crossbow arrow, and his chest seemed to be knocked heavily with a sledgehammer. The power of the light crossbow was unexpectedly terrifying. Marcos stepped back painfully, staggering back and forth. On the pillars of the palace wall corridor, he gasped heavily, looked down, and was surprised to see the rapidly expanding redness of his chest. At this time, the fiery pain passed from the wound to the brain. He frowned peacefully, his hand touching the wound, his hand full of blood, as if watching something that had nothing to do with himself. Standing upright, picked up the sword on the ground,

　　 "Go to death, country thief!"

Another lurking officer came out from the other end, holding the infantry foot of the Falcon Empire flatly in his hand, staring at him silently a dozen steps away, Andrea’s trembling voice was still shouting With "Shoot! Shoot him!" Fortunately, the Rila people provided this kind of falcon empire crossbow from the black market, otherwise it would take some time to kill Marcos in one fell swoop,

　　 "Poof!" The loaded crossbow arrows fired again, and the powerful crossbow arrows penetrated Marcos' warm body, hitting the palace pillar with the blood stinging from him. Blood fluttered out of the big fluffy blood, blood dripping down the wooden pillars on the ground in the snow, the cold wind screamed, and Marcos' body completely softened, like falling into an eternal sleep.

A cry broke the loneliness. The adjutant, who was less than 20 meters away from Marcos, knelt and cried on the ground, intermittently, depressed and low, more like a sob, he cried hoarsely, "What are you doing! Ah, what the **** are you doing? What are you doing! Animals, you have killed adults!" Seeing Marcos dead, the guards who followed the adjutant also stopped attacking~www.wuxiaspot.com~The thief has been punished! The soldiers of the Ivy Army around them made a cheerful voice,

　　Rainy rain fell on the dripping eaves of the palace, weaving into a rain wall. The scenery in the courtyard is mixed with blood and becomes vague. The cheers of mountains and rivers passed into a side door of the palace. The little emperor stood in front of the window with a complex face. There were still a few people in the room. They were several emperors of the empire, and there was a middle-aged man sitting opposite. , With half bald forehead and sharp eyes, wearing a reddish-red dress from the Rila people,

Hearing the sound from outside, the middle-aged man stood up and paid respect to the little emperor, saying, "Your Majesty made a wise choice. Marcos died under the crossbow of the Falcon Empire, and His Majesty announced the Ivy Army. It has long been bought by the Falcon Empire, controlling the army to attack the palace and killing the Minister of Military Affairs. Even if the Falcon Empire is just a sovereign country, it cannot check itself. To show fairness, His Majesty can invite the Central European Baro League to investigate the matter. At that time, the Alliance will secretly send 10 million funds to His Majesty. With this enough for His Majesty to buy weapons to arm out 100,000 troops! Just by the time His Majesty will attack the Falcon Army in the north of Gangfei on both sides!"

　　 "The northern part of Gang Fei is my land, how are you going to divide?" The little emperor blinked his eyes,

"Your Majesty also understands that our Central European Baro League still respects Gangfei, but the north is adjacent to the southwest of the Falcon Empire, so the Alliance needs to control for a while before it can be returned to Gangfei!" Smiled. (To be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. )