A fat figure crawled out of the room under the night, and his seemingly bloated body ran through the snow in the yard with an amazingly keen attitude, like a clever cat.

Ruer leaned over, grabbed two handfuls of snow and stuffed them into his mouth, pursed the snow with the heat in his mouth, and then swallowed it into his stomach in small sips. During the whole process, he kept raising his head, staring at the direction of the door with vigilant eyes, and his ears were also carefully listening to any movement caused by the wind.

Behind him, two figures followed him gently, carefully collecting the snow with the basin in his hand, and then the three of them quietly returned to the house.

The house was already empty. After walking into the house, passing through a side door, and coming to the *** yard inside, the three of them walked into a big house, but it was a warehouse. They lifted up a thick wooden board on the ground, and a cellar suddenly appeared!

In the cellar, light was revealed, and just as the floor was lifted, two sharp swords immediately came up from below.

The fat man smiled softly and whispered: "It's me."

The sword below was immediately taken back, and someone said in a muffled voice: "Sir, you're back!"

Ruer hugged his waist and crawled into the cellar, then shook the snow on his body hard, and sighed: "It's better to be warmer below."

This cellar was originally the place where wealthy families store items. It can store grain in winter and ice in summer, but the space is quite large.

At this moment, there were hundreds of men in this cellar, dressed in different clothes, sitting or fighting, gathering together here. There was only one candle.

Ruer walked down, looked at the men around him, and smiled and said, "There will be nothing wrong today. There are two brothers outside staring at you. Everyone has a good rest. When it is dawn, we will go out and have two more votes!"

He said this, and someone immediately said, "Sir, those chaotic soldiers are useless, they are just a bunch of garbage! We have sneaked around these days, and there are hundreds of kills, but there are so many small fuss, how can we save the city? I think it's better to find a stronghold of the rebels and take it in one breath! As long as we can rob horses! We brothers are only one hundred cavalry! There's enough rampage in this city! It's better to kill into the palace to save the emperor, or go to the Arc de Triomphe to aid General Adrick. It's better to lurk here and kill a few scattered soldiers and yell at the Arc de Triomphe to rescue General Adrick, right?"

As soon as this man opened his mouth, someone else couldn't help but claim that he was.

When Ruer heard this, he smiled slightly. He just raised his hand and pressed it down, and the cellar suddenly became quiet. The hundreds of prideful tough warriors in front of him were respectful to the fat general.

"I know everyone is so cruel. The city is broken that day, I will call you here. Everyone is thinking about going to fight to kill the enemy. I naturally understand in my heart! There are rebels everywhere in the city at this moment. To be honest, although they are many people, I think most of them are just mobs, and they are not the opponents of our Rodria cavalry! As long as we give us enough war horses, we will rush in line. Even if we have ten times more rebels, we will never stop us. I am still very confident in this! Hahahaha!"

When the people around him heard this, they all laughed and said, "Not bad! Fighting a tough battle head-on, who in Byzantine can be better than our Rodria!"

"The words are good." Ruer nodded, then his tone changed and he said in a deep voice: "But the situation is like this. Although I know the courage and loyalty to the country, since I am a general, I naturally have to consider the problem further... How many rebels are there in the city? 30,000 or 50,000? How many people are there? Even if you are good men and first-class soldiers, you have iron all over your body, how many nails can you crush? We really go out and fight for this life. If you want this body, how many rebels can you kill? If you kill a thousand or eight hundred, you will be at the top of the sky. What role can it play in the overall situation?"

After saying this, there was no speech below.

Ruer said slowly: "We have been lurking in this place for three days. These days, we have been bit by bit and secretly killing a few scattered soldiers and chaotic soldiers who ran in. Until now, those idiots have not discovered our existence! This is our opportunity! At this moment, our strength is weak in the city, and it is no longer possible to use normal methods to fight! If you want to succeed, you must draw a surprise soldier! The sword is a deviation, and at this time, it is the right thing to do! Our more than a hundred people,

If you charge forward and fight, it will just splash a little wave! But if you encounter a special situation, our surprise weapon may play a role in controlling the situation of the battle! Everyone, I am not afraid of death, and everyone is not afraid of death. We are all brave enough to die for the empire. However, if you really want to save this country, how to die, where to die, when to die, and where to die, everyone must listen to me!”

Ruhr's words are obvious and no one objected to them anymore.

Since the day the city was broken, Ruhr gathered a hundred and ten former Rodria wounded soldiers who were recovering from their injuries at home. Taking advantage of the chaos in the city, more than a hundred people lurked in the chaos.

The city was full of wars and chaos for many days, and the rebels were somewhat scattered. In order to compete for territory, the rebels all mixed up the prosperous imperial capital and were in chaos. The rebels were not subordinate to each other. In the mountains and forests, they naturally gave Ruer, a lurking team, to survive.

What's more, this fat man was originally known for his ability to run away and avoid his life, and was as cunning as an old fox.

Although the more than a hundred people under him were wounded, they were all warriors in the most elite army of the empire, such as the Rodria cavalry, who had been in the rest of his life for a long time! He brought it out with himself. He fought on the battlefield and was kept at home after the war. He was deeply grateful and respected him to his core. Everyone followed Ruer's orders, and when he commanded, he was in his heart. He never said a word. Although everyone among such elite elites was disabled, under the leadership of Ruer, a clever and cunning fat man, he actually made a way out in this chaotic imperial capital!

On the day when the city was broken, Ruer dispersed his servants and scattered his wealth. He came out with only the hundred wounded soldiers. In the chaos, he hid on a small path and lurked in an abandoned house. Watching the rebels killing the door, the fat man and his people waited patiently. When more than a dozen rebels broke into this family, they took action together and slaughtered the more than a dozen rebels who accidentally broke into the wolf's den in an instant.

Then Ruer took more than a dozen selected people, put on the rebel outfit, and actually ran onto the street with a swagger!

The city was full of rebel soldiers, burning, killing, looting, and most of them came from different subordinates. It was normal not to recognize each other. Ruer, more than a dozen people rushed around the streets, but no one stopped them. When others saw them, they only thought they were friendly forces who ran out of a rebel army to take advantage of the situation.

The fat man was very brave and wandered the streets with more than a dozen people. He had lived in the imperial capital for a long time. He naturally became familiar with the geographical environment. He found several remote places, beat sticks, set up condoms and ambushed them. He killed dozens of rebels who had left the brigade. After getting enough clothes, he threw the bodies directly into the well or tied stones into the river. Then he led his people to see where to hide.

From then on, all the more than a hundred elite soldiers were put on the rebel costumes. The fat man rushed to the street with his men. If he encountered a rebel brigade, he would keep a low profile. If he met a small team of rebels, everyone would search the guys and fight.

The city was full of chaos and chaos. In order to compete for territory, fires were common. Ruer and others occasionally fought with the rebels, but they did not attract any attention. The day before yesterday, they attacked a group of more than 100 rebels. As a result, they fought halfway through the two sides. Two groups of rebels rushed out of the street. They were confused and were involved in the chaos and were caught in the dark. By the end of the fight, dozens of lives had already been killed, but the fat man had already taken the chaos and ran away.

The most bold thing is that when everyone was out of food, the fat man, with more than a dozen people, rushed into the stronghold of a group of rebels on the street, robbed several bags of food, and ran away in a swagger. As for how to sue within the rebels afterwards, it was not something Mr. Ruer needed to care about.

The huge imperial capital was in chaos. Ruer and his people hid in the streets, but they specially selected those broken houses that were robbed by the rebels. Such places were already caught up in the outside, so naturally no other rebels were interested in entering.

But occasionally when I was hiding, there were one or two rebels who had carried the woman who had tied her up and ran into the house. If I wanted to do something wrong, they were all slaughtered by the fat man's subordinates one by one. The woman who rescued had to feel wronged first and put it in the cellar.

It is said that this country is in trouble. The Byzantine Empire has been destined for thousands of years. At this point, it has become a decay and cannot be decayed anymore. The destruction of the country is just around the corner. Everyone's heart is dark, and there is no more hope.

But this fat man had the ability to arouse the morale of more than 100 wounded soldiers. At any time, his subordinates could see the fat man's indifferent smile on his face. When he mentioned the rebels, whether it was Hughes or El Salvador, there were a group of idiots in the fat man's mouth, as if his fat man could poke to death with his fingers.

It is this attitude of being willing to do everything and being a hoist, which has infected all his subordinates.

Anyway, the country has reached this point, and just follow the general's fight. The male *** husband, who has nothing else, has the strength and passion. When it comes to that last step, it is nothing more than closing your eyes and nothing will happen except death!

The days of lurking in the city have been gone, and the fifth day has passed.

Ruer hadn't closed his eyes for almost two days. When he was fine, he just climbed up the roof alone, hid in the leeward place, looked into the distance, muttering to himself: "It's time to arrive...It's time to arrive..."

The fat man was thinking about the same idea as Adrick!

"Damn it! Those damn Landis people, even if they are turtles, should they climb! The weather is strong and the big ships on the sea raise their sails and run like flying! Even if the Landis troops in the Port of Catania are not good, they will get news in one day, get on board the ship in one day, three days of sea journey, and five days, it's time to get the full plan!"

Although he refused his subordinates' request to move closer to the palace or Arc de Triomphe, the fat man was always paying attention to the movements in these two directions.

At least, until now, in the direction of the palace and the Arc de Triomphe, occasionally, the sound of the Emperor *** would be heard intermittently, which is enough to prove that these two places have not been compromised by the rebels, and their own troops are continuing to resist!

Landis! Damn, just wait for the Landis people to come!

I haven't closed my eyes for two days, and the fat man's eyes have long been like a rabbit.

On this day, he didn't eat anything, but when he was thirsty, he grabbed a few handfuls of snow and swallowed it into his stomach.

On the evening of this day, the sound of fighting in the direction of Arc de Triomphe suddenly became fierce. From a distance, there was still a fire soaring into the sky. It was obvious that the rebels gathered their strength and attacked the defenders of Arc de Triomphe.

After killing for an afternoon, the sound of the warlock was broken several times. Every time the sound of the warlock stopped, although the fat man's face was not shown, his heart was almost bleeding! Finally, after hearing the sound of the warlock again, the fat man let out a sigh of relief.

Until the sun set, the fat man finally thought secretly.

I am afraid I can't hold back. If it really doesn't work, I'll take these hundred people to save him when it's dawn! I'll kill one hundred people from behind and can stab the rebels' ass... Alas, it's a pity that those Landis are so slow...

Just as it was getting dark, the sound of fighting had disappeared in the direction of the Arc de Triomphe, and the last military horn also had a tragic smell, as if saying goodbye...

The fat man realized: Adrick really couldn't stand it anymore!

But at the last moment when the night seemed to finally fall... the direction of the harbor was accompanied by the cold wind, and the faint sound came... the fat man suddenly felt like he was slashed hard on his face! His bloated body jumped out of the darkness, jumped three times, and then threw himself on the roof, supporting his ears, and listening carefully in the wind for a while, the fat man laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! Come! Come! Finally!"

The fat man was so excited that he almost burst into tears! Just because the horn he heard was the same as what Adrick heard in the Arc de Triomphe!

The horn of the Landis Navy!

On the sea, night has fallen, and on this vast sea, the huge fleet of Landis people is lined up. From a distance, the sails are shady and densely packed. The huge and black hulls are like fortresses on the sea.

This naval fleet of the Landis people from the port of Catania, after rushing wildly, the sailors on the ship were so tired that they were almost lying down. At this moment, looking towards the port on the sea... Osgilia, the largest city in the mainland, is right in front of you!

In the darkness, this once prosperous giant city seemed to be completely uneven. There was no light in the city, which was dark and made people feel annoyed.

There were only the harbor, and the arrow towers along the coast and the lights. It was obvious that the rebels were stationed in the rebels who had discovered the Landis fleet coming from the sea. There was movement from the port, the mobilization of troops and the sound of the horn of emergency assembly.

The largest warship among the Landis fleet was hanging on the flagship flag. Gislunt had already boarded the ship in a small boat. Then, the legendary general of the Landis Navy took over the command of the fleet without hesitation.

This fleet that was ordered to arrive was the second fleet of the Navy of the Kingdom of Landis, sixteen giant warships, eight troop transport ships, and more than 30 large and small warships. Looking at the sea, it was already a force that even the navy of the Byzantine Empire could not resist.

The flagship is the legendary battleship "Divine Walker" in the Navy of the Kingdom of Landis.

Gieslunt, this bearded general, is the captain of the Godwalker!

Standing on the bridge, Gislunt took back the monocular telescope. The sea breeze made his face silence. He turned around and looked at a general behind him, and whispered: "Give an order, the whole army landed immediately!"

The general behind him was the deputy commander of the fleet, who led the fleet from the port of Catania. When he heard the order of Gislund, he hesitated and said: "Sir, it's already dark. When we land at night, we don't know the terrain and will suffer a loss... Moreover, we received the news and rushed to the front and heading here with all our might. On the way, we encountered a storm. The sailors were so tired that they might as well repair them all night and go back tomorrow morning..."

"I don't have a night!" Gislunt coldly rejected the advice of his subordinates, pointing to the city in the distance: "The palace is still resisting! But in the next time, every moment, the palace may be broken! Once the palace is lost, it means that all our overall strategies have failed! I can't take risks! I can't wait!"

As he said, an excited expression gradually appeared on Gislunt's face: "I know we will bear a higher loss than expected! But, you see clearly! Where is in front of us! This is Osgilia! It is the imperial capital of the Byzantine Empire! It is the continent... No, it is the most powerful and majestic city in the world! And now, this city is right in front of us, at our feet! We will receive the greatest merit in the kingdom's history: conquering Osgilia!"
Chapter completed!