Chapter 48 48 Blanch! I was just kidding, but you really did it for me
Chapter 48 48. Blanch! I was just kidding, did you really do it for me?
While Murphy was leading the survivors to rescue people in the ruins outside Cadman City, in another place, another place that directly caused the disaster in Cadman City, the Pioneer Legion Fortress in the East Prussia area
Among them, Major Fraser is on duty for the last time.
He was still wearing a straight military uniform, and even the military insignia on his collar was neatly arranged. He was currently on duty in the confidential information room of the fortress, and at his feet lay a well-packed and exquisite suitcase.
There are still four hours until the end of tonight's duty, and then I can go home with the first batch of soldiers who have been transferred back to the country.
As Marshal Loren's favorite general who was promoted during the Ten Years' War, Major Fraser has not been treated badly. The general had talked to him yesterday. When he returns home to rest for three months and returns to the army, he will be awarded the honorary title.
School rank.
With this speed of promotion and the help of his family, he might have a chance to become a brigadier general before he turns fifty.
It's like riding on a rocket.
It's a pity that there won't be many opportunities for such rapid promotion in the future, because the war is over.
"I wonder if the young lady arranged by the family will like these military stories?"
While the major was flipping through the documents, his mind wandered a little.
No matter how calm he is, he is still a young man, not to mention that the letter from his family has made it clear that he has a very important mission during the three months since he returned this time.
That is to go on a blind date quickly!
It is best to get married within one month and settle the issue of heirs within three months. This way, even if something happens to him on the battlefield in the future, as a member of the ancient aristocracy of Zealand, Major Fraser's family will not be extinct in the main line.
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The major was very helpless about this.
He was an enterprising man, and he was "trained" by Marshal Loren during the Ten Years' War. He deeply believed that it would be a waste of his life to spend time doing other things before becoming a brigadier general.
"Your Majesty, Major, we have urgent military affairs!"
Fraser's thoughts were interrupted by a call from the messenger. When the major heard the words "Emergency Military Affairs", his body immediately straightened up and he stood up like a spring. He picked up his military cap and followed the messenger quickly.
Go to the psychic communication room next door.
At this time, a blurry reconnaissance image was being projected on the surface of the instrument that was powered by psychic orbs but had a very complex base.
An army psionicist wearing a black military uniform was sweating profusely while fine-tuning his perspective, as if he was frantically adding filters to trim the pixels in a desperate post-production process to make the hopeless picture in front of him clearer.
But the young psionicist's efforts clearly failed.
"What happened? Where is this?"
Major Frazier, who was specifically responsible for intelligence work, asked in a deep voice, and the psionicist immediately replied:
"It's Transia, Cadman City, Your Majesty Major. The psychic tide there weakened to the point where it can be observed an hour ago. According to the general's order, we conducted an expedition to reconnoiter there.
But look."
He pointed at the blurry detection spell image in front of him.
But this thing is like a bunch of pixel blocks accumulated together, which makes the major, who is not very talented in psychic abilities, frown.
It was obvious that he had no idea what the psionicist wanted him to see.
But the major has been doing intelligence work for more than a day or two. Even if he didn't see the specific scene, he could realize what the psionic master meant. His expression changed and he asked:
"There's something wrong with Cadman City? The Star Boundary Tear failed to achieve the intended effect?"
"No, the astral tearing is absolutely successful!
That city is hopeless, and it will become a pile of rubble suspended in the star realm in at most a week. But your Majesty, the problem is that we found a strange gathering of people on the edge of Cadman City."
The psionic master who accompanied the army simply stopped trying to repair the mosaic that made millions of people shake their heads after looking at it. He pointed at several black spots on the screen with his own professional knowledge and reported:
"Here, here, and here! Although we are unable to obtain an accurate picture due to severe interference from astral psychic energy, based on my professional knowledge, I can assure you that there are at least 400 people's activities here."
"400 people?"
Major Fraser narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and said:
"Is it possible that they are civilians who survived after the star realm was torn apart? There are 150,000 blood servants in Cadman City. Even if the entire city is destroyed, it is possible for a few hundred people to survive, right?"
"It is indeed possible, but their trajectory is wrong!"
The young black-robed psychic shook his head stubbornly and said:
"If they are civilians, then they should show irregular sporadic escape projections in the psychic detection, but you also saw that these people acted together!
They also appear to have established a camp in a fringe safe zone outside the range of astral psychic influence.
Major, please forgive me, someone must be organizing them.
Or even worse, they are the remnants of the Blood Eagle Clan!
Perhaps, the Blood Eagle Clan was not completely destroyed!
Those vampires escaped through some method, and the more terrifying guess is that this is most likely a self-rescue operation of the Blood Vulture Clan!"
Upon hearing this conclusion, Major Fraser's expression became serious.
He stared at the mosaic picture in front of him where he couldn't see anything clearly, and said with a headache:
"I will report to General Loren immediately. Please prepare. The general may need to listen to your report. Your name is Heru, right? I remember that you are from Antani, and you are a promising reconnaissance psychic. So, 20 minutes
Inside, do your best to repair this thing to the point where normal people can see it clearly!
This promising psionicist, I don’t think you want to be scolded by General Loren for being unprofessional, right?
This might reflect poorly on your internship resume in the Legion, you know what I mean?"
The psionic master's expression changed. He glanced at the psionic display diagram next to him, and his face suddenly darkened.
He can completely understand the importance of this matter, but the problem is, how to adjust this mosaic-like thing that directly affects his career?
——
Nearly an hour later, another important figure in the Pioneer Corps system walked into General Loren's office under the leadership of the military police.
The old knight Finock, who had returned from Transia to rest in the pioneer fortress, was wearing a linen single coat and exuded a faint smell of alcohol, but he still carried the large oak blade wrapped in sword cloth on his back.
The conscientious military police should have confiscated his weapons, but General Loren, whose face was full of fatigue, waved his hand, indicating that the military police did not need to bother.
These old religious saints, who are as stubborn as stinking stones and have limited weaknesses compared to dwarves, will not give up their weapons. What's more, the weapons that old Fenok is carrying are not ordinary weapons.
That thing is their holy blade, a proof of faith.
"Finnock, I know that I promised to make an arrangement for the remaining veterans of the White Oak Chapter after the war is over. I am still willing to fulfill this promise, but I am afraid that you must leave immediately now."
General Loren sat in his chair with his hands on his desk. Next to him stood Major Fraser and the black-clothed psionicist who had retouched the pictures to the point of collapse.
The stern half-dwarf general said to the silent old knight:
"The situation in Cadman City has recurred. Information about the suspected Blood Vulture remnants has been discovered. In order to avoid long nights and nightmares, I need you and your most elite hunters to arrive there within three days to complete the investigation."
"Three days is fine, but I need to know what step you want to take?"
Old Finock raised his head, looked at General Loren, and asked:
"Who, specifically, is the target?"
"Who else could it be? The Archduke of the Blood Vulture, Sarokdar Collinsman Lesembra!"
The half-dwarf general lit his pipe irritably. Previously, he personally announced that the destruction of the Blood Vulture represented the end of the war. However, now Cadman City's stubbornness seems to be beyond his control, which makes General Loren very unhappy.
After a puff of spicy and rich smoke blew out from his nostrils, he said in a deep voice:
"If the Archduke of the Blood Vulture dies, bring his body back! If he is not dead, then give him a ride! The White Oak Chapter's pardon application is already on its way to the Fog City. According to the normal parliamentary procedures,
It may take two to three months for you and your withering veterans to get a response.
And there is a high probability that it will be a harmonious decision.
But if you can bring back the emblem of the Archduke the Blood Vulture for King Louis
With this merit, I believe that you, a group that has contributed a lot to the country during the war, will definitely receive an amnesty document from Plantagenet Palace."
"good!"
The old knight agreed without much hesitation. He nodded to the general and turned to leave, but General Loren called him.
"Wait a minute, Finnock, this Major Fraser will go with you."
"That's not necessary, General Loren."
The old knight said bluntly:
"I will only lead a team of thirty elite hunters. Most of the veterans will stay in the military camp as hostages. You don't have to worry about us defecting. Secondly, this major is just an ordinary person.
He can't bear the hard work of crossing the Under Armor Hills to Cadman City in three days."
"It's not that I don't trust you! Finock, we have known each other for more than forty years, hell! I thought we were friends."
General Loren pounded the table hard, as if he was hurt by his old friend's words. Then he waved his hand, and Major Fraser and the psionicist left the office.
After they left, Marshal Loren jumped off his chair and walked to Old Finock, explaining to him in a low voice:
"You are good hunters, but not good at summarizing and reporting. Major Fraser specializes in intelligence work. He will help you make a beautiful mission report, which will go directly to King Louis' desk.
Believe me, given your current situation, this is very important to you.
Secondly, Fraser was born in the Capetian family. They are the most staunch royal party. They and their allies have seventeen seats in the Grand Chamber. Currently, their factories are in all provinces of the kingdom to prepare for the pioneering legions.
Produce a steady stream of supplies.
If things go to the worst, the friendship and protection from the Capet family will be enough to save you poor people who are implicated from the fate of being exterminated.
understand?
To tell you the truth, Major Frazier was there for gold plating.
The young talent I have taken a liking to needs a beautiful military achievement as my wedding gift to him. As for you, you will lose your use to the country after the war ends, and I can no longer protect you.
You need a new supporter to survive safely as free men in the Kingdom.
The remnants of the old religion don't have a good reputation.
Even if you don't care, think about your hunters."
When there was no one else around, the old knight was no longer so indifferent. He sighed and whispered to General Loren:
"But we are loyal, you know, Loren! You watched the whole ridiculous thing ten years ago, and you know that we are loyal from beginning to end.
I don’t care, but these children don’t deserve this!”
"I know, I believe you, but others don't."
The half-dwarf general shook his head and said:
"The rebellion of the old religion was finalized ten years ago. Finock, you must accept this fact, listen to me, and complete this work well! Your wise Majesty will see it, and he will give you loyalists a chance.
Chance.
I firmly believe this.
Be sure to protect Frasier!
This young man is very talented, and he is different from those disgustingly stubborn New Zealand nobles."
Outside the office door, Major Fraser looked at the black-clothed psionicist next to him who was covering his face and crying. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, and comforted him helplessly:
"Don't cry, Lord Helu. Although the general is harsh, he also praised your sensitivity."
"But the general said that I was very unprofessional, and that my detection skills were worse than his eleven-hundred-year-old grandfather's eyesight. I will definitely not be able to graduate smoothly, woo woo woo."
The young psionicist cried sadly, and said desperately:
"I am the hope of the whole village. This is a huge disgrace. Major, you are a good person, but you don't need to comfort me. My life is hopeless. Now I am going to find my fellow countrymen and have a hard drink."
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Alas, I hope my aunt won’t laugh at me.”
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"Captain! The chapter leader just summoned all the veteran captains! It seems there is an urgent mission!"
In the military camp outside the fortress, Natalie, the witch hunter captain who had just completed her recovery training, was eating a cold midnight snack. Amber, the scout who lived in the same barracks with her, limped mysteriously.
Walked up to her.
Anbo, who had one eye damaged in the previous torture, was wearing a black eyepatch. She leaned down with a serious expression and whispered to her captain:
"I heard from some of my companions that the chapter leader may want to select elites to complete another mission."
"Huh? Where to go?"
Natalie put down the spoon in her hand and brushed her hair to reveal the scars on her cheeks and eyes. But to be honest, these scars did not ruin the overall look of her face, but made her look stronger.
The gray-haired witcher in the player's mouth asked dumbly. An Bo hesitated and whispered:
"I have a little fellow countryman who is a reconnaissance psionicist with the Pioneer Legion. He was in a bad mood because he was scolded by General Loren for being unprofessional. I overheard some details when he was drunk and talking nonsense.
The mission should be to return to Transia!
Specifically in Cadman City, General Loren seems to want to confirm the destruction of the Blood Eagle Clan, but we
The Chapter Master did not summon us."
"We must participate!"
Natalie immediately clenched her fists. What happened in Moreland Village and Smuggler's Wood made a fire ignite in her heart. She said in a deep voice:
"We must resolve the grievances with vampires ourselves! I'll go find the Chapter Master, and you go find Norman and Potter. We must participate in this action!
That Murphy
In order for Lao Qiao’s spirit in heaven to enter the temple of Avalon, I must catch the culprit!”
