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"Gululu!" A sip of cold liquor turned into a sweet and hot stream in the fat mouth and went down his throat.

Fat stretched out his limbs, and his whole body was so comfortable that he wanted to let out a long roar, and stuffed the wine bag in his hand with a plug.

Being able to drink spirits from the northern Coojit in dry and cold Normandy is a pleasure in itself. This is the third day of the army's siege. For fat people, this period is a rare and pleasant time.

Three armies surrounded the expeditionary forces, and the 60,000 expedition forces were either dead or fled, and the number of casualties was killed or injured. There was no suspense in Kyoto. The combat power of the Central Army was enough to wipe out the Kyoto expeditionary forces. The most inside information showed that Enlight was indeed scared by the sudden attack by the Central Army cavalry. It is said that he almost died in the first raid.

The only thing to consider now is the Stashuyer Legion in Truborg, which is the strongest in the expeditionary army. Now, based on the favorable terrain, it is posing as a fight to the death.

Although the army of Caesars and Saron was enough to conquer the place, it would inevitably suffer considerable casualties. The battle against Normandy was coming to an end. A hundred thousand troops fought in different places, fought thousands of miles away, and fought fiercely for one month. Tens of thousands of soldiers had already suffered damage. If necessary, the fat and unwilling imperial soldiers who were fat and unwilling to see many people died in a foreign land at the end of the battle.

"Your Majesty, Caesars and Lord Salon arrived!" The guards came from outside the tent. The golden sunset light shone in from the gap between the military tent curtains, revealing a faint warmth. The golden clouds in the distance were like waves, pushed away by a pair of missing huge palms. The sunset line outlined a magnificent golden thread on the mountain. If it was a peaceful era, such a scene would be enough to intoxicate a traveler.

But now it is a war-torn world, such a magnificent scene. For the master of the empire, he only paused his fat footsteps for a moment, and then stepped out of the peaceful tent without hesitation.

Caesars and Saron were waiting outside with a dozen subordinates.

"How was Truborburg's reaction?"

Fat walked out of the tent. The warmth still remained in his eyes was quickly replaced by the coldness that an imperial overlord should have.

He turned his head toward Caesar-Soron next to him, and looked at Truborg, which was reflected in the golden sunset in the distance, and smiled, "Today is the third day. More than 200 prisoners have died. If the other party has not made any movement, I must admire this Starshuyer. His firmness has surpassed the cold-blooded range and being able to control the troops under his command to such a level. It is very rare."

"That's not necessarily! It's not the act of a general who ignores the lives of soldiers and refuses to save them. This is not the act of a general! "Caesar Solone, known as the "Last Knight", had a strong straightness as soon as he opened his mouth. He followed the fat man and said, "In the past three days, a large number of starvation and thirst began to appear in the captives. From this afternoon, the other party finally couldn't bear it. He threw the rope from the top of the city and tried to hang some people with ropes, but they were all shot and killed by our elite archers who were ambushed. Now he has given up his efforts. He should have wanted to wait until dark before taking action!"

"Haha. Now I remembered to use ropes to hang people. The other party's reaction was really slow!" Hearing Caesar-Soroon's report, the fat lips curled disdainfully, and glanced at Trubor in the distance with a faint coldness.

“Is everything ready?”

The fat voice stopped and turned around from the front. His eyes were like lightning, and a howling wind blew his short black hair that was different from ordinary people.

Caesar Zoro, who was standing next to him, unconsciously shrank his pupils, subconsciously took a deep breath, feeling cold all over his body

"Your Majesty's look is really... so delicious."

There is probably no one else who can think like this except for Salon, a like-minded pervert.

The exquisite armored chest armor, as dark as night, floated on its chest, carved with a thorn flower with a sword in it, and the shoulders of the armor were covered with sharp edges and corners.

Standing there, a strong murderous aura was filled with all over his body, just like a demon god, looking down at the crowd below, the faint pressure seemed to even roll up a whirlwind wherever he walked.

This is a fat shape, a typical surface project, and the armor made of black stainless steel is full of violent intuitiveness. It weighs 80 kilograms. It is difficult for ordinary people to wear it on their bodies.

If it is not necessary, Fat usually doesn't wear this thing. Taking advantage of this rare time, Fat personally received the special envoy from Dunkire and held talks on the signing of the alliance treaty between the two sides.

Before the talks, Fat hoped that his style could give the other party intuitively, and the first thing he thought of was the overwhelming evil.

It's the kind of super tyrant who can order to kill millions of people without hesitation. The best result is to directly make the other party give up any luck and decide from the bottom of his heart that he is a cruel guy

Only such people,

It is the only person who can make the other person meet and feel that he will never dare to offend him.

The one who came to negotiate was a prestigious old minister of the Duchy Dunkire, the current uncle of the Grand Duke of Dunkire, the Marquis of Avenell,

This is an old nobleman wearing a black dress, with her hair combed with egg white, and a pair of small gold-rimmed glasses.

After coming out, the Duchy of Dunkire sent such an old-fashioned figure who likes to be petty, and must have made the abacus very fine.

Unfortunately, during the first meeting, this old nobleman was shocked by the violent look of the super hooligan, Fat.

Is this still a normal person? The old noble subconsciously raised his glasses on his nose with his hand, looked at the fat guy who claimed to be His Majesty the Falcon in front of him for five minutes before he trembled and dared to speak.

In his eyes, the guy in front of him who was dressed like a huge hedgehog was simply a barbarian butcher with great violence. He really had no guilt at all. As for harming other countries, he was probably very good at it.

It would not be strange if such a person could say that the infamous expeditionary force entered Dunkiel, and the killing of the special killing would be a destruction.

With this armor and his usual cheating, Fatty was in this negotiation of concealing his trump card, and from the mouth of this delicate and cautious old noble tiger, he harshly knocked out a one-and-five million alliance contract fee.

So much so that when the old noble left, his resentful eyes were like a little widow who had been turned by a thug.

"One hundred and thirty catapults and 40 crossbows, as well as three heavy squadrons with rich experience in siege! There are also ten squadrons who are responsible for covering the flat line attack." Caesar Zoro responded proudly in front of Fatty one by one.

"As long as we sneak in, as planned, can open the gate of Truborburg tomorrow night, I am very sure that if we only launch one offensive, we will attack the city in one fell swoop!"

"The bait has been released, and the angler needs to be more patient than the fish."

Fat nodded. He knew that the other party's cunning fish, and finally couldn't help biting the bait.

The core of the entire plan is deception. Whether the prisoners give the other party the illusion of falling Kyoto or the release of the prisoners later, only a few legion-level generals would know that they would create such a big formation.

Just to cover up fifty elites from Nile, among the thousands of expeditionary captives,

These people were also real Sarand people, but they were all nobles who fled from the north of Sarand to Wikia. One third of them were all imperial officials like Bai Dan, and they were all imperialists.

In their hearts, their loyalty to the empire was far higher than their loyalty to the southern Sarands. These Sarands were all masters of melee fighting.

Half of them were from orthodox Mamunuk, who had been practicing martial arts for a long time and the fierceness they had tempered on the iron-blooded battlefield. At close range, the powerful combat power they suddenly burst out was no less than the same number of knights.

Because they are also Sarandians, their chances of being exposed and discovered are very small.

And especially in the Kyoto Expeditionary Force, it is a mixture of the Northern Alliance and the Expeditionary Force. It is not uncommon for a few northerners. The goal of the Northern Sarands who were infiltrated is very clear, that is, the main gate of Truborg.

"What you have to do now is wait! Let the expeditionary force transport the dangerous bait in itself." Staring in the distance, Fat stopped at the front of the hillside.

The army ahead was like clouds, dense black army formations and spears formed a magnificent picture of thousands of meters in length and width.

Correspondingly, the huge broad ping in front of Truborg, the vibrant mountain flowers are blooming, and the spring is full of joy.

In the depression leading to the fortress, the grass grows tall and dense, and the wild violets are like a purple lace embedded on the roadside.

In the withered places last year, many light purples that were as crystal clear as children's eyes, and some places could already see very conspicuous tulip flowers.

The spring breeze mixed all kinds of fragrances together, and on the height of the cliff in the north, you can still see the white snow layer that has not yet completely melted.

Winter goes and spring comes, everything revives,

Only outside the long and dark walls near the fortress were still spreading like death. Thousands of prisoners were either squatting on the ground or lying, and hunger had left them completely without any extra strength, just like being forgotten under the city wall.

"Are you a little too cold this time?"

A complex emotion flashed in the fat eyes, but it was very distorted. As the commander, such hesitation is worthless.

Behind him, the huge falcon battle flag was flying, and the soldiers of the Empire, their eyes were attracted by magnets, moving as they moved as they were fat, catching the hot and admiring light, to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes,
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