Red Blood Dragon Knight

When Andrákó left in dismay, General Hadu let out a long sigh in secret.

He only felt the breath that had been supporting him just now, and as the breath suddenly dissipated, the feeling of fatigue, weakness, and tingling came at the same time, as if he was suddenly hollowed out.

Hardu pursed his mouth tightly, and groaned without pain until he endured it.

But the only bit of blood on his face faded away, turning into a sickly pale green.

The little girl who was supporting Hadu keenly noticed that the general's body gradually trembled, but he kept trying to control himself.

She took a peek at Hadu, and saw that his face became paler, she couldn't help but feel worried. For fear that the general suddenly fell down.

The doctors had already diagnosed Hardu's condition, but the result was not optimistic.

It was already a miracle that Hardu could stand up from the Chuáng again, and at this time he had to stand strong and command.

The little girl could tell that General Hadu's little physical strength was almost exhausted.

At this time, the shouts of killing on the street have gradually lowered, and the voices are getting farther and farther, whether it is the thorn pipes or the guards have all disappeared into the darkness.

From the screams that came from time to time, you could hear that the battle was still going on, no matter if the assassin had been driven away.

She hesitated for a moment, and then boldly pulled Hadu's sleeves gently, trembling: "General, the wind is strong outside, let's go back to the room and take a good rest." The guards listened, and they couldn't help but look towards Hadu with concern.

They could also see that Hadu's face was sickly pale, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

For Shiwei, the general is just right now, and he is supporting him. He really needs a good rest. In case he is going to fall again, the big guy will be in bad luck again. Today is hard to guarantee and it won't happen again. They won't be so lucky next time.

Hadu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed the little girl's hair, and said, "No. I still insist on it."

Hadu himself was a determined soldier who had been in the army for decades and had already developed a tough personality. Although weak and weak, Hadu clenched his teeth and insisted on holding on to his waist.

He knew he could not lie down and rest at this time.

Angel also took a step forward at this time, with a concerned expression on his face, and said: "Father, you really need to rest. Leave the things here to me."

Hardu suddenly changed his face, and gave him a cold snorted look.

Angel touched a gray nose, and had to retreat in a daze. Seeing the dissatisfaction and blame in Hadu's eyes, Angel was extremely disturbed.

In today's situation, I won't talk about the chaotic situation that I caused by my own hand, and I almost got rid of the nest. After the old man knew, he didn't know how to punish himself?

While Lacht watched Angel deflated from the side, he felt a burst of refreshment in his heart. It was more comfortable than Haagen-Dazs, which was produced in limited quantities and was produced by Feiying's secret recipe.

That thing not only can cheat your father, it can even cheat your godfather. It was Lacht, who bought one for himself every week.

At the same time, I kept cursing in my heart: an idiot. I really don’t know how this idiot became the heir? Is it because you were born a few years earlier? Alive to a dog at a young age.

Now that the rebellion has just settled, and the fire in the city has not been completely extinguished, Harigard has just gone through this chaos when people are panicking, the people are frightened, and rumors are flying in the sky.

If the chaotic situation is not well controlled, it is prone to beating, smashing, looting and burning. If the worst happens, the people will flee from such a turmoil, and this Hadu family’s home and the largest city in the south will be greatly injured.

At this time, maybe how many ill-conceived guys would say that the old man woke up is a rumor. Do everything possible to muddy the water to cover up their crimes.

The old man has to stand here for everyone to see.

Let them all know: Master General is standing up again.

As a character of the spirit hún of the entire South, Hardu's prestige is unmatched.

For the soldiers and civilians in the south, Hardu's words are even like an enactment, which is the influence of years of accumulated prestige.

Only in this way can we get rid of the rumors and stabilize the precarious people~!

Only in this way can we save the situation~!

Thinking of this, Lacht glanced at Angel with a smile, and he was even more proud to see that the other's face turned into purple pig liver under his gaze.

Even the last time I got a group of triplets sisters was not as proud as now.

After that, he stretched out his hand extremely chicly and untied his cloak. He changed his hand and draped it on General Hadu.

As a standard master huāhuā, he is extremely handsome with this hand.

Because this set of actions is completely a required course for nobles to pick up girls. To make it easy to accompany the female **** to play, and then when the ladies pretending to be cold and cold, they take off their cloaks and wrap them around each other to show their gentlemanly demeanor.

Just playing handsome alone, Lacht can be an excellent one.

Although General Hadu started abruptly, Hadu himself was not a nobleman. He did not have a long history of three to five hundred years. From the perspective of the traditional aristocrats in the south, he was a standard nouveau riche and passed down to the fifth. The generation can barely be called a noble.

Naturally, it is impossible for a little bunny like Lacht who has not been educated by aristocratic family to have any aristocratic demeanor.

The true aristocratic demeanor can show elegance, pleasure, courtesy, disdain, disgust and other emotions with only one gesture of pinching a teacup.

How could those hillbillies understand these profound and elegant art.

However, Lakhter used to pay a lot of money for this. He hired a third-rate dancer teacher and taught him hand in hand for three months. For a long time, there was no shortage of female companions around him. Most of them were from aristocratic families. Miss.

Therefore, he did not practice this set of movements less, and he was naturally extremely proficient.

Although it is now used on his father's body, he is elegant and full of demeanor. Like a dance, it has a somewhat pleasing taste.

In this small gesture, the demeanor of the top ten outstanding aristocratic youths in Harigard City was vividly demonstrated.

So that the eyes of the poor little girl next to her were dazzled for a while, and her eyes were staring at him, and she almost popped out two red hearts.

When Lacht saw this, he grinned immediately, squeezed his eyes at the little girl, and was startled, and then she covered her mouth with a shy smile.

In fact, this is also the reason why Lakht likes the Hadu family more, no matter who is not putting on airs, and being close to others.

Hardu reached out and wrapped his cloak tightly. Then he turned sideways silently, cutting off Lacht's gaze to the little girl.

Hadu had a headache for his second son. When so many people looked at it, he dared to flirt with the little girl next to him, not paying attention to the occasion and influence. There was still a corpse on the ground, and the sword of the knight beside him was still dripping. blood.

Hardu knew that Lacht might not have done it on purpose, his frivolous action was already instinct.

At this moment, the shì guards also reacted one after another and rushed forward, forming a tight wall around Hadu to block the cold wind.

After a while, the fighting on the street finally extinguished.

The soldiers who pursued them also received orders and turned back. All of them were elated and beaming, as if they had won a big battle.

Many people even carry one or several **** heads in their hands.

Repaying merits at the first level, although this method is a bit brutal, but after all, in this feudal era, one cannot demand too much.

This is the only way to calculate military merit fairly and objectively. This is how everyone counts military merit, which can be called international practice.

As for how many of these are assassins, or are killing good, it is unclear.

To be an official with such things is to open one eye and close one eye.

Anyway, most of Lou's people suddenly rushed out of a few ordinary people, and there was no way to tell if it was wrong.

Besides, if you don't sleep in the middle of the night and stray in the street, you are suspected of being unruly. It can't be ruled out that the assassins took off their black clothes and pretended to be good people, and it was always right to kill anyway.

Killing mistakes is at best an indirect damage.

When they returned, they saw General Hadu standing majestic at the door as usual, welcoming them, the warriors who had returned in triumph, and could not help but cheered.

Then they stepped forward and saluted him solemnly.

All eyes were full of moving light. With Hardu as the backbone, the big guy suddenly felt a sense of down-to-earth. It's not as panic as before.

Hearing their loud cheers of "Long live General Hadu", the people in the city were bold enough to look out from the cracks in the doors or windows.

There was no fire fighting with weapons, no shouts of killing, and no one ran across the street carrying a **** sword, as if the battle just now was just a sudden nightmare.

Seeing that there was no danger, the common people took the courage again, poking out their heads from home, looking out, or inquiring about the situation.

Afterwards, a news spread quickly throughout the city like lightning, "General Hardu is awake~!"

"Long live the general~!" The cheers didn't know where it first started, but then it spread like a stone thrown into a pond.

There were enthusiastic cheers from all corners of the city.

"The general is years old~!"

"Long live the general~!"

"......"

The sound waved after another, like the bō waves of the sea, which lasted for a long time.

The cheers spread far away. On the avenue outside the city, several knights leaning on their horses and running fast heard the cheers, and couldn't help but pause for a moment, looking at each other for a while.

Their hearts are full of horror: General Hadu's prestige in the hearts of the people is so high~

! In vain, I also exhausted my energy, thinking hard to deal with him.

But in the next moment, they galloped up again. Rather than sighing, the more important thing now is to escape.

The rumbling of horseshoes that I only listened to, after a short period of time, has gradually gone away and disappeared in the dark night...

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"Let's talk about it, what is the situation now?" Hadu's calm and slightly weak voice sounded in [Room].

Through the bright lights in [Room], you can clearly see that he is half lying on a sofa with a large soft pillow behind him.

If someone who knows the goods is present, you can be surprised to find that the furnishings in this room are all ultra-high-end Renaissance-style furniture produced by the Da Vinci Furniture Factory of the Flying Eagle Company.

A complete set of furniture needs at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins to complete. It is claimed to be not the most expensive, only more expensive. In the south, it is a symbol of aristocracy.

Although the commander of the southern provinces, the most powerful hawk general of the Almohad Empire, has been yelling in public, "Don’t share the heavens with the Ruman Empire~!" and hate everything and Flying Eagle International Co., Ltd. Related stuff.

It can be said that every eagle must turn against it.

In fact, all the guards around him knew that, let alone a person with the word "eagle, or a "bird, word", he was extremely annoying.

When people around me speak, they never mention the word eagle, and they use big chicken or big bird instead.

But he is not a fool.

I have seen high-end furniture, glass, lanterns, armor, swords,

Perfume...After waiting for luxury goods, I also discovered that the things produced by Flying Eagle are indeed useful.

On the one hand, there are all kinds of high-quality and inexpensive products produced by Feiying Company, and on the other are the principles and ideas he has always adhered to.

It stands to reason that the contradiction between the two is like oil and water, which is absolutely irreconcilable.

But it was not easy for General Hadu to get to this point. How could it be this little

The problem is stumped.

Therefore, he used an extremely genius method to solve the method that was contrary to the idea that he hated Ruman, that is, to erase all the eagle emblems on those products, or to shovel them off. Or painted with other patterns.

In this way, although those furniture items seem to be a little less in appearance, they do not delay their use at all, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

He looked at the dejected young man in front of him, picked up the medicine bowl on the table, smelled the choking smell coming from the bowl, and couldn't help but hesitate. But then, under the fierce gaze of the little girl next to her, she bit her scalp and drank the potion in one gulp.

The little girl looked at it and smiled with satisfaction, and then Ji placed another bowl full of bee water in front of Hadu, and then held up the medicine bowl just now and walked out lightly. Finally, the door was gently closed outside.

Only General Hardu and Angel were left, and the room became quiet for a while.

When the people in the city cheered, General Hadu already knew that the overall situation was set, and he no longer supported him, but returned to his bedroom. But he did not rest, and seized the time to understand the specific circumstances of his fainting period.

Under Hardu's gaze, Angel could not help but feel guilty. He coughed slightly, and then narrated the whole incident.

While he was talking, he glanced at Hadu from time to time, but saw that Hadu had a calm face and could not see any clues at all.

Angel felt more and more guilty as he talked, and his voice gradually lowered. In the end, he almost held on to finish the whole thing. Then he lowered his head and stood in front of Hadu, waiting in fear for his punishment.

Under the nose of the big enemy, they did not unite with the South, but to fight for power and gain, and they started internal fighting.

First, they sent troops to seize the territory, provoking the dissatisfaction of the nobles all over the South.

Later, for his old father-in-law General Mela to seize power, he designed to capture the number one general in the Southern Army, the Governor of Kirkforth, the commander of the Zinderen Fortress, and his father's best friend, Peterius. Unable to do anything, he attempted to assassinate, but the matter was defeated and Peterius was forced against him.

In the end, the incompetence was cured, and a group of assassins were attracted under their noses to make trouble.

If it hadn't been for his good father to wake up in time, I am afraid that Harry Gard would have changed now~!

Most importantly, in order to increase the strength in his hands, he even violated Hadu's principles and colluded with the man in gray. From his hand draw the power of darkness.

This pile of piles, no matter which one, is enough to make Hadu angry, and even record the heir status and drive out of the family.

The more he thought about it, the more he became afraid, and before he knew it, a layer of sweat oozes from his back. Waiting tremblingly, waiting for the thunder that is bound to come.

After a while, Hardu's voice sounded slowly.

"You did it right~!"

"Father, I know it's wrong" Angelton wailed, but then he reacted. He couldn't help but "Hey, I knew it was wrong," he looked at Hardu's eyes at a loss.

It's not wrong to stabbed such a big leak yourself?

Suddenly, he was quite suspicious, whether he had heard it wrong or his father had a fever and his brain was burnt.

Hardu looked at him and whispered: "You didn't hear it wrong, don't doubt it." Angel stared at him blankly: Since he heard it right, there is only one explanation. The old man's mind is indeed confused.

He deliberately wanted to step forward ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and reached out to try the temperature of Hardu's forehead, but he flicked his fingers several times, but he couldn't find the courage.

Hardu looked at him panicked, smiled lightly, then continued: "Angel, my dear child. Although you are my heir, you are not me after all.

You have just shown your head and feet in recent years, and your prestige is far from enough to convince the public. Therefore, even if it is in that position, it is impossible to control the south better than me.

With me, I can lead them against the Northern Army. Therefore, those aristocrats in the south dare not bow their heads and obey all my orders.

But you are different, they cannot obey your orders. Therefore, it is not wrong to send troops to [suppress] to control the south completely before the enemy's army suppresses the territory.

Petrius is the number one general in the army and my best friend. Unfortunately,"

Having said this, he sighed for a long time, looked at the sky thoughtfully for a while before continuing: "It is a pity that the Southern Army can only have one leader."! .