"Safe." Walking out of the grass, a prairie elves looked at the village in front of him. There was no one living or dead.

As the companions of the reconnaissance squad, they also came over quickly. The captain continued to move forward with his two companions. Of course, he did not forget to assign a mission: "Let's go in and reconnaissance, you are watching the wind outside."

But before they entered the village, a head poked out in the forest beside the village: "It's the grassland elves, you are..." He hesitated, but it was obvious that although the grassland elves had some friction with Ashbet, they are now members of the coalition forces and companions of Ashbet.

"Your Excellency the Grand Commander's PLA, the 7th Reconnaissance Independent Company, the third team members, are you villagers?" The captain stopped and looked at the man: "Has your village been destroyed by the New Edens?"

"At that time...hey, it's hard to describe it. We now have a small camp on the mountain. May I ask, is it Ashby's legion back?" The middle-aged man could speak a standard Ashby's words, which made the captain of the grassland elves believe his words.

"Yes, we are soldiers of His Excellency Commander Marceau, who is now the Duke of Ashbey, and the fiancé of Her Majesty the Queen."

"Queen..." The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Have Your Majesty died in battle?"

"Yes, although I hate your king a little, he held the dignity that a king should have in the last moment. The Duke of Guardian had buried his body, which was a decent funeral."

"Thank you, Duke Kuguo. Since you are a friend, I'll go and ask the villagers to go down the mountain."

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When Masso arrived at the village, the small village had already returned to its former appearance. As noon approached, smoke from every household had risen. Looking at this scene, Masso turned his head and looked at Babalim who was following him and smiled: "What I want is just such peace, but the new Eden will not give up this peace."

"Everyone wants such a small happiness, so we must strive for it ourselves." Babalim nodded.

The captain of the reconnaissance team found here came over: "Your Excellency, according to the villagers, an officer of New Eden let them go, and they had been gathered."

"I understand, it seems that there are some soldiers with bottom lines in the New Eden." Collecting people was the beginning of the massacre, but the unknown New Eden officer eventually gave up the follow-up mission: "If possible, confirm their number, and accept their surrender when they encounter them."

Although everyone is still enemies, Marceau will not ignore such civilized people with bottom lines. Any new Eden who is willing to let innocent civilians go will be re-identified as a real warrior. Accepting the surrender of such warriors and ensuring their safety is also practicing the creed of the old side.

"Well, I will let the intelligence department know through different channels." Babalim wrote down this matter.

After explaining this matter, Marceau was not in the mood to let these villagers gather together to meet him, it is true that he is a Duke of the National Protection, but there is no need to gather these villagers to get to know him.

Such a collection was enough once, and the gentleman of New Eden had done it for him in some days, and he did not need to do it again.

Arriving on the track car, Marceau finally turned his head and looked at the village. For the players who had been walking along, a village that had not been burned was like a miracle. Before that, all the areas they passed by were left with broken eaves and walls, even the noble territories that surrendered to the New Eden.

Those nobles wanted to surrender in exchange for family continuation, and they did, when the New Eden won, they were supported to be "models" so that more Ashbets would choose to surrender, and when the New Eden had to start retreating, they became a burden.

But even if New Eden did not kill these nobles, Marceau would still kill their clan.

Because the betrayers are far more abominable than the enemy, and in order to continue to own territory after surrender, these nobles usually betray their companions and have committed evil deeds to attack friendly forces. Not to mention such people, even the most kind players think that they must be killed.

However, when Marceau came to the nearby town and looked at the former lord's family hanging on the town gate between the broken eaves and broken walls, he still felt a little sighing, and sighing at their struggle had no meaning.

"I feel that everything that happened on this land, when you open the history book, we can correspond one by one in the 19th to 21st centuries of our Earth Federation." As one of the top students, Jiuye welcomed Marceau as the commander of this reconnaissance team next to the town gate.

"Yes, peace, war, revolution, and never-ending waltz." Marceau jumped out of the trailer of the track car, gave his lover a hug, and then looked up at the former lord's family: "Don't you take it?"

"Why, this family is said to be one of the original murderers who betrayed the prince, so I deliberately did not let them go. They must pay the price for what they did. We must let the traitor reserves understand what they would end up with." Jiuye shook his head and said the reason why she refused to do so.

With this reason, Marceau couldn't say anything. The prince died in the south in battle. The two and five boys were so happy that they had given birth to a son... It's a good thing, let these bastards hang on it.

"Your Excellency Commander, do you need to arrange a sand table and a command center?" The accompanying management officer ran over, a small object with a pointed ear, one-meter-two-meter-two-meter-old figure.

This is not a battle group under Panny's name, but a ground corps composed of some scattered soldiers from Garole who came here. Marceau couldn't bear to let these little guys go to the front line, so he simply took them into the command office. Marceau nodded: "Go, find a clean area, and after the arrangement is made, I'll let your sister Babalim check."

The little guys immediately drove their track trucks and dragged heavy trucks to choose a camp location.

The remaining Marceau stood there, and from time to time a group of battles walked past the town entrance. These battles that were advancing along the streets would follow the troops that had entered the attack position tomorrow morning to break through the second temporary line of defense of the New Edens.

"Don't you say anything?" Jiuye came over and asked.

"Do I have to say anything?" Marso turned his head and looked at the sign that was nailed to the town gate. [.] There was also the words "This is the end of the traitor" on the sign: "You wrote it."

"Yes, I can't explain it once when I see a guy, so I'll do it." After saying that, Jiuye carried the musket in his hand on his shoulder: "I'll go to the camp to help us pick a better place to set up our big tent."
Chapter completed!