Ride and Cut

"After careful consideration, I realized that it is normal for the soldiers of the Ripper Squadron to be cautious in a new environment when they first arrived. Accusing them of being too irritable is completely groundless." Buster took the lead in showing sincerity, his face full of pain and self-blame, and no one would doubt his sincerity.

He was cursing in his heart.

"No, no, no." Li Cha waved his hands again and again, as anxious as a father who lost his beloved son, "How can you blame Mr. Buster, who chooses to fight back after being attacked. For elite soldiers, it's as natural as eating and drinking. Otherwise, wouldn't he be a bloodless softie?"

"No matter what, it is undeniable that the Skaar people took the initiative, and I, the lord, are the real sinners!"

He was also scolding his mother in his heart.

"It's hard to convince the public to throw the responsibility on Mr. Richard." Buster bit the bullet and continued: "I think the more important reason is that the attack on the hateful Stuart is about to happen. The soldiers are too excited, so it is difficult to control their emotions."

"Lord Buster is right." The lord nodded in agreement repeatedly, and said in a pretentiously melancholy tone. "Third-rate legions will definitely not have the troubles of soldiers being too excited, but who told us that we are the best of the best?"

This sentence was very appetizing to the other generals, and it attracted a burst of triumphant laughter.

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

"Ah, what a coincidence." The lord sighed deeply.

"Ah, what a strange coincidence." Buster was filled with emotion.

"Created this ridiculous farce." The two looked at each other helplessly, but they had no choice but to join hands and say in unison.

Buster opened his arms and gave Li Cha a bear hug. He boasted that his level of fighting spirit was not low and his explosive power was astonishing. At the beginning, he gritted his teeth and planned to teach Li Cha a hard lesson, so that he would suffer from being dumb.

But he soon discovered that what he was hugging was not like a living person, but more like a solid cast iron statue, no matter how hard he tried, there was no response at all. And soon the statue began to fight back, its arms clenched like iron pincers...

"Hmm." A cry of pain was suppressed to the extreme.

Li Cha swore that he had definitely kept his hand, and no one could complain that the lord of the Alpine Fort was ungrateful. Otherwise, the other people present will definitely be able to see in person what it means to pour shit and urine together. And when they parted, Buster's face was flushed red, and he staggered back twice before barely standing still.

"That's enough, shut up." Suffolk waved his hand and led the crowd to the stone house where the legion headquarters was located.

He just took steps and kept silent all the way, until he entered the door and stood beside the huge terrain sand table, raised the long pole and pushed the chess piece representing the claw of the dragon a little forward, breaking into the territory of Stuart.

Suffolk looked at the sand table, his eyes swept over the flags representing the legions and the mountains and rivers in turn, and after a long pause he said to himself: "The Dragon's Claw has always been the most trustworthy elite in Pompeii. This has always been the case in the past, and 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.

Li Cha and Bedrick, two outsiders, were slow to react, but they were all thieves, so they didn't touch them at all.

"The honor we have inherited is too glorious and too heavy, and no one will be allowed to stain it. Therefore, the military discipline of Dragon's Claw has always been the strictest, and violators have always been dealt with severely." Suffolk's tone was high, and his sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the room, releasing obvious anger.

If you want to change someone else, you should worry about your own situation, but Li Cha is not the kind of stunned young man who has never seen the world. He looks sad but secretly curls his lips in his heart, and his heart has already fallen into his stomach.

He knew that the higher the tune was, the more likely he would put it down gently in the end. When a heavy punishment is really necessary, there is often no need to talk nonsense.

Li Cha himself did this more than once in Gaoshanbao, but he was reluctant to punish him harshly and couldn't let him go, so what should he do? It is a very practical management technique to frighten and frighten to express that the lord is very angry, and then gently let them go to let them be grateful.

However, this trick is becoming more and more difficult to use against the ghost fighters in Gaoshan Castle, and it is even more questionable how effective it will be against Li Cha. He sneaked a glance at Buster from the corner of his eye. This guy was dragging his helmet with one hand and nodding slightly, at least he looked guilty, but he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

"For the sake of strict military discipline, I have made the following decision regarding the brawl." Suffolk said, and the clerk immediately spread out the paper and dipped a quill in ink to prepare for the record.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop for a while, only the rustling of the quill and the sound of Suffolk's voice could be heard.

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Twenty soldiers are collectively called columns, five columns can form a centurion, ten centurions form a brigade, and five brigades together form the forward of the entire Dragon Claw Legion.

They set off at dawn in the early morning. Five thousand soldiers lined up in a long line of thousands of yards. Together with countless carriages, they slowly meandered towards the distance like snakes.

Leaden gray clouds covered the entire sky as far as the eye could see, and snowflakes like crushed salt drifted down sparsely, falling on the ground and melting quickly. The wind was howling, and the snowflakes were blowing off the dead grass all over the ground, and they also fell on everyone's face without discrimination.

"This year's snow really came very early." Li Cha sat on his horse and looked into the distance. After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find any good poems for the occasion, so he gave up regretfully.

"Yes." Bedric reached out to catch a slowly falling snowflake, watching it melted by the heat of his palm.

"This is undoubtedly the mighty power of the Ice and Snow Goddess." Buster said with a smile to the middle-aged priest on the far right as he drove his horse and walked on Bedric's right.

The name of this priest is Granling, and his clever hairless head is a natural portrayal of him.

Among the ten ice and snow priests, he was the only one who was sent to the forward team, and he knew without thinking that he was an unlucky guy who was excluded. However, Li Cha had a good impression of him after being with him for a few days. He was relatively simple in all aspects, completely different from the flamboyant and flamboyant style of ordinary clergy.

The practice of divine arts made the priests of ice and snow extremely resistant to the cold, and Granling was only wearing a thin dark blue monk's uniform. Shaking his head and reciting sour poems such as "Snow, you are so white and pure", everyone who heard it immediately realized that this guy must have no culture at all.

"Lord Buster, most of the wind and snow are just a normal natural phenomenon, just like the rising and setting of the sun, and there is no need to be attached to the goddess." Granin said seriously.

Li Cha chuckled twice, thinking that if you are not excluded, whoever will suffer.