The blood-soaked corpse was smashed to the ground like a torn sack filled with dough, making a wet and heavy sound.
There was still not much sound in the tent. The officers holding bayonets dripping with blood had red eyes and were breathing heavily. Many of them had been loudly echoing inflammatory remarks before. Marek Kolecki was not
The first person whose throat was slit - there were many officers who did not have a far-sighted vision and constantly obstructed the Eternal City's guerrilla education. Even though he knew it was unlikely, Victor von Doom still
He hoped that Marek Kolecki would be the last officer to die in the hands of his own people. This method of cleaning up was not clever, and it was extremely easy to damage the enthusiasm of the guerrillas. He hoped that such a person would die on the battlefield and use
To inspire others to fight.
"Send a commando team to surround their camp and don't let anyone escape. Others, watch your own team, I don't want anything to go wrong." Victor von Doom said to one of the officers, "I will
Go and persuade them in person, and try not to shoot before that. Enough blood has been shed today."
"Yes, sir!" The man in gray standard military uniform hurriedly saluted, and then walked out quickly. Others also left the command headquarters impatiently under Victor von Doom's gesture. Those who participated
The murdered officer looked pale and washed the greasy blood on his hands and bayonet in the basin, then lowered his head and left the tent that was filled with the smell of blood.
They would keep it in their hearts forever, and they would form a small group over the murder, whispering to each other as they left together. These officers were selected by Victor von Doom.
Carefully selected people, with whom he conspired under the lights before Marek Kolecki made his speech, to deliver messages in the shadows, Victor mobilized them to persuade Marek Kolecki not to give a speech.
But they failed. They thought they had been reused, but in fact it was just the opposite - they would die in the next battle, being cut into pieces by a bullet that penetrated the brain, chest and abdomen, or by a mortar shell falling from the sky.
Immediately after the firing line is promoted, officers with command authority will take over their jobs - these officers are the people Victor von Doom values. They are young, have enthusiasm and ideals, and have accepted most of the policies of the Eternal City.
Thought.
They will form a front to fight alongside the Immortal City, and will not hinder the Immortal City's education of ordinary soldiers. After this, there will be no more obstacles to the Immortal City's work of establishing the Bank of Latvinia.
More importantly, they accepted the statement that "the so-called magic is actually a spiritual power that can be explained scientifically" instead of looking at the supernatural abilities he displayed with superstitious eyes, such as summoning thunder to attack the enemy, twisting the enemy's bunker, etc.
All methods have tactical significance, and they are very happy to accept psykers trained by the Immortal City to join the battle order.
Victor von Doom did not tell these young people his plans. He thought that he was not good at conspiracy, so he planned to bury all his plans in his heart. Even the preacher of the Eternal City left
, he sat silently in his seat for several minutes, and finally waved his hand, releasing a small spark. The orange-red sparks fell on the body of Marek Kolecki, and the flesh and blood immediately shrank.
It stood up, as if all the moisture had been evaporated.
The next second, scorch marks spread on the withered corpse, and the clothes were turned into ashes as the scorch marks spread - more than a full minute later, at the feet of Victor von Doom
There was only a puddle of human-shaped ashes, a few burnt metal buttons, and the tent was filled with the smell of burnt protein. He stood up silently, opened the door curtain, and the cold gray smell of rain hit his face, refreshing him.
, the thunder in the sky and the neighing of horses were used together with the biting mountain wind, blowing away all the smell left by sin.
He didn't want bloodshed to continue happening today, he really didn't.
Gu Xi
"It seems that the helper I chose is really outstanding." Salomon lowered his head to read a few pages of the report placed next to the bacon plate, "He has completed the work of unifying the Latvian front, and it has no impact on the Eternal City.
Such a hostile front. I'm really satisfied. Stephanie can speed up the transportation. I'm looking forward to Latovinia building a satellite reconnaissance center. Oh, Dinah, can you help me with today's report?
As for the satellite reconnaissance of NATO military bases, I don’t think there are no spies in the guerrillas, and I don’t think they will start mobilizing troops until they declare war..."
His concern is not how many lives it took Victor von Doom to complete this task, what he cares about is whether the front is solid. Now all the Latvian nobles (that is, the bourgeoisie) have smelled it
With the smell of an approaching storm, more and more country people are dragging their families and families deep into the mountains and forests to defect to the guerrillas. The first batch of weapons and ammunition shipped from the Eternal City to the mountains will soon be in short supply, and many people can only carry live ammunition.
Weapons (rifles, submachine guns and heavy machine guns) for combat.
However, there are still many weapons in the warehouse of the Eternal City that have just left the factory and are wrapped in oil paper.
"It's breakfast time, dear." Bayonetta tapped the gold-rimmed disk with a fork. Generally speaking, this family's breakfast choices are foods that are not very high in calories. There will definitely not be any family that
They chose to eat a big meal like smoked beef brisket early in the morning. However, for the Witch and Salomon who delayed last night's dinner, the protein intake was just right.
"I promise, it will be over soon." The pen seemed to have gained life under Salomon's order. It opened its cap, plunged into the blank space on the printing paper, and wrote the title of Mystic Master on it.
This signature means that servers weighing dozens of tons, nuclear power generators and many technical personnel will be transported to Latvinia, and synchronization satellites and spy satellites will also begin to be mobilized to satisfy the Latvinian military information
ation’s initial needs.
In the near future, the Latovinian War will really begin. Troops that are undergoing actual combat training in Eastern Europe, the Middle East and Africa will be transferred to Latovinia to fight, and the armored units of the Eternal City will also go to Latovini in batches.
On the plains of Asia, Victor von Doom's men will meet there. The flag of the golden eagle will fly between the snowy mountains and the black forest, the tracks and iron hooves will level the castles and trenches, and Salomon will
Lead the Sisters, the Praetorian Guard Constantine, and a Latvian regular army to join this war and guard the northern defense line to prevent NATO troops from entering Latvinia. When necessary, he will rely on the powerful air superiority of the Eternal City to move in.
Go to major military bases in Europe and kill those NATO troops who have weekends off and do nothing but take drugs and have fun.
"finished?"
"Of course, now it depends on how well Constantine's mission is completed." Salomon nodded, picked up the juice and took a sip. "I hope he moves faster now, he is indispensable on the battlefield in Latovinia.
It would be a pity if he misses the opportunity to join us."