Ride and Cut

The punishment for Richard and Buster was to join the Dragon Claw forward team, and the reason why Bedrick also appeared here was the result of his own request.

In fact, there are 5,000 strikers, including 1,000 each from Li Cha and Bedrick, plus the three brigades under Buster's command.

This punishment, in the opinion of the lord of Gaoshan Castle, can only be regarded as an upgraded version of the penalty of three glasses of wine.

Acting as the vanguard seems to be a threat to the entire legion, but in fact it has never been stipulated that the enemy must appear from the front. Since they are going to march and fight in Stuart's territory, neither front, back, left, or right can be said to be safe. At most, the main force in the center will be better.

The striker was a little dangerous, but joining the striker as a punishment was obviously handled lightly, and it did not exceed Li Cha's earlier expectations.

Suffolk is also a human being, and he also has his own considerations—if Richard and Buster are the two people present who least want to get out of hand, then the third place is definitely that the legion leader himself can't escape.

As a veteran soldier who has devoted half his life to the army but has been wasted in the position of staff officer, the opportunity to be in charge of the army alone is his dream.

If a person waits half his life for a chance to prove himself, he will never allow any unexpected factors to spoil the situation, even if he takes risks for it.

Therefore, Suffolk will definitely do its best to ensure the integrity of the Dragon Claw Legion, so that it will have a better chance to make meritorious deeds in the war and justify its name.

A large-scale brawl involving thousands of people does not belong to the internal affairs that a legion has the right to handle. In any country, it must be reported to the military department or even His Majesty himself for a decision. Concealment and non-reporting, even for a general at the level of a legion commander, is enough to become an indelible stain on his professional resume.

If it was said that before the day of the fight, Suffolk might have chosen to throw Li Cha to the military to protect Buster. But after the brawl, he realized that the Ripper brigade, which had been neglected before, should not be too strong, and the configuration should not be too luxurious, so his thoughts naturally changed.

The Ripper Brigade is directly loyal to the lord of the Alpine Fort himself. Once Richard leaves the dragon's claws, the entire army will inevitably withdraw together.

After all, the whole brawl lasted only a short time before it was declared over. Since the two sides were still restrained and did not cause any attrition, the entire impact was basically limited to the legion. If the head of the legion personally blocks the information and eliminates the influence, the possibility of deceiving the military department is not very high - but extremely high.

Generally speaking, this kind of thing is basically impossible to happen, but Suffolk did it because he wanted to keep this powerful foreign aid.

The strength of the Alpine Fort Ripper Brigade is so strong that he is willing to take a risk for it!

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In the southeast corner of Cologne City, there is a small building that is completely different from any architectural style nowadays. If you ignore the few small windows for ventilation, it is almost a boxy box with sharp edges and no decorations.

But this kind of simplicity is definitely not due to the embarrassment of the owner, as long as you look at the sentries and patrolling guards all over the place, you can know it. If you can observe carefully and have a little understanding of Pompeii, it is not difficult to find that the two teams of twelve scarlet-cloaked heavy armored infantry at the gate are actually "dark blue swordsmen".

They are equipped with the famous "Merthrace Dark Blue Demon Sword" which is well-known throughout the human world. Since the establishment of Pompeii, the number of this kind of standard magic equipment will reach more than 800 after thousands of years—that is to say, there will not be more than 900 dark blue swordsmen in Pompeii.

This is the front-line base camp responsible for commanding four legions and hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Because of such importance, even if it is only a temporary resident, it has been trimmed to perfection by the engineers and soldiers. The inside of the thick granite wall is covered with a layer of red pine planks, polished with varnish to reveal a reddish brown. In order to ensure that the house has good thermal insulation ability and is protected from severe cold.

Contrary to ordinary people's imagination, there is no map or sand table here at all, and it is surprisingly dim.

Outside light leaks in only slightly through the ventilation windows on the four walls. In addition, at the bottom of the wall on the other side, there are more than a dozen clerks busy at their desks facing a table, and there are some lights in their place. This amount of light seemed to be nothing to a room that was tens of yards long and wide, but there were no other lights, and most of the place was shrouded in unsightly darkness, dark and quiet, like a dragon's lair.

In fact, it does have an unofficial name, and it's called "Dragon's Lair".

Someone snapped their fingers in the darkness, and a bonfire suddenly ignited from the fireplace. Accompanied by the crackling sound of burning firewood, a dim but warm red light emitted, which was far from enough to brighten the whole room, but a wheelchair could barely be seen not far away.

"Rum." The voice came from the wheelchair, the extremely standard Continental lingua franca, which even sounds ancient because it is too authentic.

After all, the lingua franca, which was born in the era of Titans, has not been uniformly calibrated for thousands of years since the disappearance of the Titans, and it is inevitable that it has deviated slightly from its original appearance.

The servants of the dragon's lair have all received special training, and they can move accurately even in dim light. The sound of wine flowing quickly starts and stops quickly.

"A little more." The voice continued to come from the wheelchair.

"My lord, the court doctor said that your physical condition does not allow it." The servant whispered.

"I'll say more." The person in the wheelchair obviously had his own insistence and was unwilling to compromise easily. His voice was pleasant, like a clear lake that was getting cooler in autumn, without any anger.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and brilliant sunlight flooded in from the outside, driving away the darkness in an instant, turning the "Dragon Cave" into a world of light.

It was His Majesty Sagre, King of Pompeii who walked in alone, and said as he walked, "Lola, you should have some sun."

"You know, my efficiency will not be affected by the sun or not." The wheelchair was facing the main entrance, and the servant grabbed the handle on the back of the chair and began to push the wheelchair to turn.

"It's not about efficiency, but it's very good for the body." Sargerei grabbed the bottle and poured a little more into the glass, "That's all, you really can't drink any more."

The wheelchair was finally fully turned towards the main entrance, exposing the person in the wheelchair to the sun.

If an outsider saw this scene, he would probably die on the spot due to excessive shock and sudden cerebral infarction, and after death, he would not be able to rest his eyes because of the strong doubts he had during his lifetime. Because from the exaggerated facial features and gray-green skin, it was obvious that the one sitting in the wheelchair was a goblin.

Human beings are the most successful intelligent race, and Pompeii is one of the three major powers in the human world. With tens of millions of people, hundreds of thousands of standing troops, and a high-level power composed of dragon knights and magisters, it is the top power on the mainland!

It is a goblin who can sit in the headquarters of the Pompeii Expeditionary Army in the posture of master! One of the most despised, despised, stupid and dirty races—goblins!