At noon, the sky is high and the clouds are clear.

On the wall of a large city, the soldiers squatting on the high looking tower suddenly narrowed their eyes and saw that at the end of the official road, many figures were vaguely lying in an orderly queue.

There was no panic, of course, there was no need for this. This is inside the Zichen Legion defense zone, which was very safe. And even if an enemy attacked, someone should be rewarded in advance.

Sure enough, after walking in a little, a few tiny figures in the team ran up to a mound on one side, and then several flags of different colors kept waving.

"Friends, security. The three Thunder Army, division-level organization, more than 1,300 people... I'm right, I'm here to take refuge again." The lookout soldier narrowed his eyes and whispered to interpret the meaning of the flag one by one. Of course, the sentence that followed was purely confusing.

There is no telephone in another world, and civil communication is basically yelling. But of course the army cannot do this. Human wisdom is infinite, so scouts who specialize in transmitting messages, and the current flag language are all a way of communication. Flag language is suitable for medium and short distances. If a team of more than 1,000 people like now, if you want to enter the city, you must say hello first, so as not to cause any misunderstandings.

...

Just as the guards were looking here, two horsemen in the team were also looking at the city in the distance. If someone knew Bran’s rank here, they would identify from the sign on their arms that this was a deputy general and a division commander.

Both of them are middle-aged. If we judge intuitively from the appearance and temperament, the deputy general should be slightly older than the teacher. Of course, this is just a guess, mainly because although this general has dark red curly hair on his head, his appearance is dignified and his expression is calm. The teacher has a demonic aura and looks much more reckless.

However, the calm deputy general now seemed a little dazed. Although his eyes were staring at the distant city, he had no focus. The division commander next to him was at first unaware of it, but later he saw that the deputy general kept looking at him for a long time, and realized that he had lost his mind. He coughed twice: "Cough cough, general. We are here."

"Yeah." The deputy general nodded slightly, still thinking that he was not in his mind.

Seeing this, the division commander leaned closer and said, "General, there is no need to worry. The previous battle was caused by the current situation. No one would have thought that the barbarians would pounce on them like mad dogs. When we go back and mobilize our troops again, we will definitely be able to fight a beautiful turnaround battle and make this frustrating bird's aura."

The deputy general finally came to his senses and smiled unanimously: "Haha, okay, I'm waiting to see you turn around."

The teacher knew that he had guessed wrongly. Then he raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking of something. He lowered his voice: "The general is thinking of that self-righteous guy...uh."

Before he finished speaking, the general seemed to have been told to his mind. He suddenly turned his head, his eyes as sharp as a knife. However, after seeing the middle-aged teacher's shocked expression, he instantly dimmed and shook his head gently: "I'm old... Mason, you have followed me for decades and know that thing back then. Well, I don't know what happened in the past few days, and I always feel that that guy will suddenly jump out and stab me with a gun... Haha, maybe he is getting more timid as he gets older."

"Haha, General, you are kidding. You are in your prime. When you break through the siege not long ago, you even cut off the barbarian's head, which has nothing to do with the old characters." The middle-aged commander named Mason shook his head and smiled. There was no sign of flattery in his expression. Then he pondered for a moment and said carelessly, "General, you don't have to worry too much. No matter how that self-proclaimed noble guy escaped the disaster, since he didn't honestly find a place to hide and hide his name, he dared to come to the front line with a big frenzy, that is, he was seeking death by himself!"

After a moment of pause, Mason was worthy of his appearance and temperament. He spoke with bloody and fierce aura. "Hehe, and he deserves to die, he was recognized by the Gray Eagle, who was the instructor of the bow and arrow behind. This is God's will. Let us take action again and send him to hell completely! Haha, although we were cut off from the kid Korlo because of this damn barbarian. But if we guessed correctly, he would have been in the wilderness now, and he had already taken away the flesh and blood of the vulture, and his corpse was gone."

Speaking of Kloro, this red-haired deputy general is naturally the red-haired weasel that Frey and the others talk about - Wenal.

Hearing Mason's words of confidence and contentment, he had no excitement and joy. He squinted his eyes again at the closer city wall, with a look of reminiscence: "It's too early to say this now. Frey is not an easy to give up, nor is he an easy person to deal with... Well, in fact, I have always admired him and even admired him a little. If it weren't for fate that we were assigned to a division at the same time and had to be compared. I believe I would become good friends with him, and even brothers who trusted him to death on the battlefield. Unfortunately... it's a pity that we are destined to be enemies, and he is so outstanding, so outstanding... it's so outstanding that the people around him cannot emit any light, and they can only curl up and squat under his shadow."

Speaking of this, Wenal's words were a little resentful, probably because he realized it, so he shut up and eased a little. Mason, who was standing beside him, nodded silently. He and the Gray Eagle who had been transferred to the rear as the instructor of the bow and arrow, were both old men who had been with Wenal for decades. They were also a member of the Sword Sword Team back then, so they naturally knew Wenal's feelings. In fact, they were also empathetic when compared with the soldiers of the Thunder Spear Breaking Team.

"Of course, it's meaningless to say this now." Wenal shook his head slightly, "Since it's already an enemy, we naturally have to kill him without any means! It's like the water that was spilled out, and it's impossible to collect it back. What we can do now is to sprinkle some dust and completely bury the water trace."

"Don't worry, General." Mason raised his head slightly and his expression was even more intense. "It's not the era of him, Frey. Even if that kid Krool didn't kill him, with our current status, there are plenty of opportunities to kill him."

Wenal did not object this time and nodded slightly. This is the case. Wenal is now the rank of deputy general, while Frey is just a battalion commander or a gray-clothed army. No matter how you look at it, it is completely crushed without any suspense. But then he said cautiously: "This matter must be resolved as soon as possible. He may not know that I was manipulating the matter behind the scenes, but he killed the nobles. If you force them to ask them and promote them again, it will be a big trouble."

He paused, as if he had thought of something, and then said, "Oh, and. Although Frey now does not pose much threat to us, he should not be underestimated. That madman Barlow was his subordinate back then. If he knew Frey was not dead, we would never have any more phones."

Most of the Thunder Legion knew about Barlow's involvement in the encirclement and suppression of the Grey Army last year. But no one heard of Barlow's encounter with Frey. The reason for this is of course because Barlow did not publicize it after he came back. After all, the relationship between the Grey Army and Bran was very tense at that time. If Frey's identity was exposed, it would not cause hatred. As for now, Barlow really doesn't know that Frey has come to the front line. Otherwise, how could he intervene with his identity and status? How could Frey and others go to the wilderness front line to be cannon fodder?

"I understand." Mason simply nodded. Barlow was also a general, one level higher than Wenal. Of course they should avoid it carefully. "General, don't worry, when I go back this time, I will immediately start investigating all the news about Frey. Hehe, after so many years, they are still in the open and we are still in the dark. Last time he could run thousands of miles to kill the brainless nobleman. Can he still attack us this time? "

"Haha..." This sarcastic and sarcastic words made Wenal'er's lips rise and then chuckled twice.

At this time, the team that was constantly moving forward had reached the city gate. The soldiers guarding the city had received the news from the watchtower. They politely stepped forward to verify the road here, and then waved to let go. But at this moment, suddenly,

An uproar...

A riot came from behind. Wenal turned his head in shock and then frowned. He saw a small team rushing to the city gate at the same time. Seeing their armor style, they were actually from the Thunder Legion. However, their expressions were very anxious and their movements were also savage and rough. They even broke the queue here and insisted on rushing towards the city gate.

Normally, the behavior of crossing through other team arrays for no reason can be said to be a taboo in the army. This involves the issue of honor of the soldiers in the team, and if you are not careful, you will be a group fight. No wonder Wenal frowned and was a little dissatisfied when he saw this.

The soldiers guarding the city here have passed, but the negotiations are not going well. Then a big man on the other side held a road strip and shouted loudly: "Get out of the way, let me go out of the way. Someone here is injured. Now we have to go to the city for treatment... How dare you stop me? Get out of here..."

Wenal suddenly realized that he was trying to send the wounded soldiers to the city for treatment. With such an anxious heart, the other party naturally did not care about anything else.

Seeing this, Mason's face was a little gloomy: "Crack, which unit of these bastards? How dare you rush to my division..."

"Forget it." Waving his hand, Wenal was generous and moved to one side by steering the horse. "The team disperses, let them advance."

It is unreasonable to stop the wounded soldiers from entering the city for treatment no matter where they are spread. Although at Wenal's level, if he really wants to be advanced, the other party will have no choice but to do it, of course, it is not good to not do such a self-destructive thing.

Mason knew this too, so despite his dissatisfaction, he waved his soldiers to spread out to both sides and gave way to the city gate.

Soon, the team of soldiers behind walked into the center of the team and approached the location of Wenal and others.

Hun Wenal suddenly frowned at this time. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt that some of these soldiers looked here a few times, and that look a little familiar...

Mason didn't care. Seeing that these soldiers were covered in blood and mud, they were in a state of desolation, and some were carried by simple stretchers, they couldn't help but smack their lips: "Tsk tsk, this is a very serious injury..."

Injury... A lightning flashed through Mason's mind, his scalp numb, and his face changed suddenly, "No! This is inside the Zichen Legion's defense zone, where were they injured?"

Before he finished speaking, a green spear suddenly raised in the middle of the team, and lightning was everywhere, shining on the spot. Then a roar exploded, "Take it!"

The familiar spear, the familiar electric light... Wenal's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and the chill behind him instantly rushed straight from the tailbone to his head, screaming, "Frey!"

…………(To be continued...)
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