The third war between the regular Bran soldiers encircled and suppressed the Gray-Clothed Army's garrison was sooner than everyone imagined.

In the morning, the Northern Military Office.

Before Don Joshia received the news, several departmental leaders gathered in the conference hall again. Unlike last time, there was an extra person this time, a middle-aged Bran officer with a dismal expression and still covered in blood.

The sky was a little low, so although the curtains were opened, the conference hall was still a little dark, reflecting the face of the boss who was leaning on the seat, and it became even deeper.

"Your identity."

After a while, a big man in the seat finally broke the death-like silence in the field and asked slowly.

He didn't turn his head or look at him, but the middle-aged officer knew that he was asking him. He looked at him nervously, saluted a standard military salute, and replied concisely: "Deputy General of the Bandit Suppression Army."

"Where is Beat?"

Beyat, the general who chose the big guys to lead the bandit suppression operation.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and replied with a stingy bullet: "General... must have sacrificed."

A few sudden breathing sounds were soothing. After a few conversations, the scene became humane, but it was still as gloomy as water.

"Tell me, how did you lose this time..." A slightly sarcastic voice came from another big boss.

The middle-aged officer licked his lips and suppressed the dryness of his throat: "More than ten days ago, the general led his army into the 100,000 mountains. He encountered sneak attacks on the way, but they were all resolved, and he won a little during this period..."

"Idiot!" With a loud shout, a teacup exploded on the shoulders of the middle-aged officer, and the hot tea flowed down. The blood made the middle-aged officer tremble. But he bit his lips tightly, but he did not dare to let out any pain.

"I don't want to hear you, a stupid pig, praise the credit. I just want to know how those 80,000 people were defeated. Do you understand? Do you understand?"

The hysterical roar continued to echo over the empty conference room, echoing in waves.

"Yes!" The middle-aged officer was shocked and saluted again with his body straight. He did not dare to hide it and said quickly. "Eight days ago, we reached Dawn City..."

The words interrupted again,

"Dawn City?"

"Eight days ago... Oh, I'll do it. Even if you ride a horse, it will take two or three days to escape from a 100,000 mountain, and two or three days to get here... Eighty thousand, eighty thousand people. After three or four days of support, the whole army was wiped out? Okay, there are you, and there are you!

Bang, bang, bang...

After a mess of words, five or six tea cups were thrown over.

He didn't care about the pain in his body, and the middle-aged officer was a little stunned. He only said a few words. It caused such a big reaction.

"Idiot, why are you doing there when you are stunned? Keep talking to me!"

"Yes! Uh..." It seemed that he was being knocked down. The middle-aged officer trembled and forgot what he said just now. Fortunately, when the remaining boss reached out to touch the teacup, he suddenly remembered, "Shuguang City. Shuguang City... the group of gray-clothed chaotic people built a city there called Shuguang City. The wall is nearly ten feet high and it is black rocks, which is extremely difficult to climb and break. On the first day of the attack, we fought fiercely with the gray-clothed chaotic people on the wall and under the wall... Later, when it was approaching the evening, the general was preparing to beat the drum and withdraw his troops and fight again the next day. But at this time, the wall came out..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged officer couldn't help but tremble, his eyes were filled with horror, "A large city-guarding crossbow...a catapult...thunder, Thunder Hammer..."

"Thor's Hammer!"

"Thor's Hammer?"

"How is it possible..."

...

The originally quiet conference hall suddenly exploded. The big guys leaned forward, and all kinds of fat heads and big ears poked out from the shadows, with shocked faces.

They are all leaders of various departments of the Northern Military Office. Naturally, they have seen the Thunder Hammer. Sometimes they even have to hand over them every day, and there are dozens or hundreds of them. But it is only here for them. In addition, it is impossible for the people to create the Thunder Hammer with extremely sophisticated and complex processes. And even if they are "accidentally" lost to the people, it is an absolute contraband. Those who dare to touch are just a word of death.

"Yes, it's the Thunder Hammer!" Looking at the gazes of the bosses, the middle-aged officer firmly confirmed, "And there are more than one, there are six, all of which are launched together to directly defeat our last attack... because the general did not expect this, the central army's tent was set up a little far ahead and was bombarded by one shot..."

This is the fundamental reason for the rapid failure of the bandit suppression army this time. Beat was personally selected by the big guys, so he is naturally not an ordinary person. Even if he is not as famous as the three major legions such as Relf, ​​he is still a general who can be called famous. Unfortunately, the veteran also lost his hooves, because he did not expect that the gray-clothed army would have a long range and high lethal weapon like Thunder Hammer. The Central Army, which was in front of the battle, was bombed in a straight line and went directly to meet the old man of the God of Light.

Not long after the battle, the head coach here actually died. The regular soldiers were naturally in chaos and their morale plummeted. Of course, Oumeng did not waste this great opportunity. He did not care about testing the city wall's defense ability again, and directly opened the city gates on both sides of the north and south, and released the troops that had been prepared long ago. Then he saw that the regular soldiers were indeed defeated and the middle gate was also wide open. All the soldiers of the gray-clothed army rushed out quickly, killing the sky and the earth and blood flowed into a river...

"At that time, the army was in chaos. We could not find the division commander, and we could not find the regiment commander at the level of the division commander... Without command, some soldiers began to flee. The army supervised a group of soldiers killed, and then more soldiers killed them..."

The middle-aged officer's tone gradually lowered, but every word hit the hearts of the big bosses. No one interrupted, his eyes were a little dull and confused. Such a picture seemed to appear in front of him: with the rain of arrows above his head, many Bran soldiers threw away the sword in horror, squeezed away the companions behind him and turned around to escape, running while taking off their heavy armor... Behind them were one after another black shadows waving the shiny butcher knife. After they caught up, they waved their swords at the unprepared back... Blood was thrown, and the dead souls roared...

The conference hall was silent. The middle-aged officer raised his eyes and looked at the boss on the left, then looked at the right, then gritted his teeth, and suddenly shouted loudly: "We should have won this battle, and the turning point was on the six Thor's hammers. It was those damn and greedy smugglers who caused 80,000 soldiers to be killed or injured. We must find out them..."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The shouts were interrupted, and the last three tea cups exploded one after another on the middle-aged officer.

If the war fails, we naturally have to find a scapegoat to take responsibility. The middle-aged officer is a deputy general, and first of all, he has an unshirkable responsibility. Secondly, he is not dead now, so it is easy to charge a deserter. If he goes to the Military Law Office, he will not be able to escape the gallows. So his shout just now was to try to exonerate himself... But unfortunately, he shouted the wrong content.

You should know that all the leaders of the military office are in the hands of countless cities, equipment, etc. How could they not participate in smuggling with such a large vault? The difference is just a matter of more or less. As the heavy weapon of destruction here, the value of Thunder Hammer is naturally higher. In this way, it is natural to smuggle a few... Now the middle-aged officer is shouting loudly, just like scolding a prostitute at the Nightingale. How can you tolerate him?

"The main reason for the failure of the war is that Beat is ignorant of military common sense. As a deputy general, you didn't even remind me of it? The crime is hard to escape. If you come, please put me in the Military Law Office!"

Even if this sentence is determined, the middle-aged officer knew that he had called the wrong one. Under the clamping of several soldiers, he hurriedly shouted: "Sir, please spare your life, spare your life... Sir... I'll give you your mother, you greedy old guys, sooner or later, ah woo woo..."

The crazy screams turned into screams, and then they closed the door of the conference hall and were almost inaudible.

Perhaps because of the last few words of scolding from the middle-aged deputy general, although the faces of the big guys here did not change, no one spoke. The conference hall returned to silence again, and a hint of embarrassment flowed inside.

However, when the problem arises, you always have to face the solution. After a while, the big guys will discuss countermeasures again.

At this time, they were all in a headache. The responsibility for this battle would not be overthrown. It would be almost the same for the escaped officers. At most, there would be some officials who had no foundation in the military office.

What they have a headache about is how to deal with the gray-clothed rioters? And the next discussions of the northern people... Don't misunderstand, they don't care about the discussions of the nonsense people. But with the failure of the three encirclements, these remarks will definitely spread to the capital. At that time, facing the pressure of accountability sent from above, how should we deal with it?

"I think the root cause is still with the gray-clothed rioters, so we should continue to encircle and suppress them!"

"It's hard. All 80,000 people were defeated. How many will it cost next time? 100,000... The key is where the 100,000 soldiers come from? The military office can't move anymore, otherwise if the front line wants reinforcements, we will be very passive."

"What do you think of? There are now enough soldiers in the north...the four lords?"

"Save it, they even disobeyed the orders of the capital. Will they help us? In the past, they just looked spitting out stars or not..."

"Some benefits should be OK... This can be considered a method, and we will discuss it in detail later."

"You said, what do these gray-clothed rioters want to do? Why don't we, while negotiating with the lord, send some soldiers to guard the important road leading to the outside of the 100,000 mountains. Let them make trouble inside first, and wait until the war on the front line is over, or after the lord is moved, we will wipe them out!"

"This is a good idea, I think it's OK."

"I agree..."

...

After some discussion, there was no constructive opinion. The big guys were also annoyed and decided to adopt the turtle tactic of ignoring it.

But, is this really feasible?
Chapter completed!