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Chapter VII

"Attention of the Circuit Judge Execution Team - welcome the new commander, Lieutenant Knife Hilt!" Big Beard stood in the deputy position and dutifully issued the order, his tone revealing his doubts and dissatisfaction with Lieutenant Knife Hilt - it seemed that the execution team had previously been composed of

He directs.

Now that things are like this, he can only bite the bullet and take a step back. The combat effectiveness of the army in front of him is not weaker than his previous army. At least his life was saved by them.

"My name is Dao Ji, with the rank of second lieutenant. I am the commander of the Clark River Post in the First Division of the Northern Theater Command." Dao Ji took two steps forward and stood firmly, announcing firmly, "I have been ordered to take over the roving military judge's execution team. From now on, you,

They are my soldiers!"

"Hello, sir!" the deliberately lowered voice sounded neatly, and the firm military salute of twelve people dispelled the doubts about the hilt to a certain extent. Real military salute is not something civilians can understand, but they did it very standard.

"Sibiya's army, whether it is a field army, a border army or a local army, each army has its own tradition!" The "experience" imprinted on the body of the hilt came into play, allowing him to hold up the invisible seal.

A small army covered them, "I! I am the one who gives you style and tradition! Here, the army is a family, a family! I am the head of the family, and you are sons and daughters! What I say is an order, and you can only obey it.

, can’t doubt it!”

"Yes, sir!"

Receiving a unanimous response, Dao Hilt ordered: "Now, introduce yourself from left to right. Big Beard, you go first."

"Yes!" The bearded man trotted a few steps and stood at the head of the team. "Report, my name is Harley. Former second-class lecturer in the History Department of the Royal Academy of the Holy Capital, Viscount of the Empire. I encountered a battle on my way back to my hometown to visit relatives, and later joined the Circuit Military Judge Enforcement Team.

He has a reserve rank and serves as temporary command!"

"Have a rest." The handle returned the greeting. He felt early on that the bearded man was not a soldier, but now he didn't seem like an artist either. In fact, his image and style were closer to a powerful profession such as a butcher, "You are now

It’s my adjutant! Next.”

"Report, thirty-six tribe immigrants, fifteen years old, a second-year boarding student at the Junior Military Academy in the Northern War Zone of Sibia!" The second-ranked boy stepped forward, straightened his chest and said, "Professional is basic tactics and

Reconnaissance. All the students in our reconnaissance class were training in the field, and we met the vanguard cavalry of the Merchant Regiment Army—I was the only one left!"

"Take a break." The handle returned the greeting, "Next one."

"Report!" The red-haired dwarf carrying a double-edged ax took a step forward, "Repair corporal of the 775th Cave Ordnance Management Team of the Logistics Department of the Second Sub-War Zone of the Sibiya Northern War Zone! His specialty is cutting people, drinking, and bragging!"

"Easy, you are responsible for the maintenance of the ordnance. I just need you to retain your hobby of killing people. Next!"

"Report! Sergeant of the Mineral Exploration Force of the Logistics Department of the Northern War Zone!" A sand man puffed up his thin chest, "My specialty is that I have traveled all over the Northern War Zone, and I am familiar with all kinds of terrain, and I am very proficient in the roads!"

"Have a moment. Make a map immediately. Stay behind me during the battle. Next one."

"Report! Intern of the Northern Theater Military Band." The girl with a beautiful face said, "I am... a warrant officer."

"Say your name and rank loudly!" In the eyes of the knife handle, there is no difference between the military band and the cavalry regiment. "That's shameful!"

"Bridget! Warrant Officer!" The girl who came from the military band had a very sweet and moist voice, even if she was holding back tears, she shouted.

"Warrant Officer Bridget, His Majesty Cohen once said, no matter what position we hold or what responsibilities we have, we are first and foremost a soldier!" The handle said with half encouragement and half criticism, "All officers in Sibia are

Having received formal military training, you have to awaken your memory and use crossbows, knives, and teeth to kill the enemy! Next."

"Report! Northern War Zone Second Division, former Assault Infantry Regiment Magic Brigade, once held the rank of major."

"Hello, sir!" He stood at attention and saluted with a deep question at the same time, "How did you..."

"Sir, I am currently serving my sentence in the sub-war zone prison, and I still have five years of imprisonment left." The former officer's expression was unnatural, "Please rest assured, sir, I was charged with corruption and sabotage of military marriage... It was not a violent crime or a crime before the battle.

Escape!"

"I will temporarily recruit you in accordance with military law, and your military rank will be reduced by three ranks." The handle of the knife was not entangled in the specific charges, because at present, enhancing combat effectiveness is the first priority.

Among the remaining soldiers, there is a groom and a first class soldier from the Second Division Command of the Northern Theater Command; a staff sergeant and deputy captain of the garrison in the border town of Borissa; a nurse from the Northern Theater Headquarters' traveling medical team, a sergeant;

Recruit of the Theater Replenishment Corps, Private; Warrant Officer Assistant Correspondent of the 18th Special Border Patrol; Sergeant Custodian of Magic Supplies at the Third Military Station of the Second Division; Civilian Staff Sergeant of the Staff Department of the Third Division of the Northern Theater... These people almost cover

All logistics arms, and most of them are junior ranks.

"Sir, the introduction of the troops is complete!" Big Beard said, "There are three others on guard duty and one on communication duty."

"Everyone, since we have gotten to know each other, I won't waste any more time." The handle nodded and said to this unit whose combat effectiveness was significantly higher than that of his previous unit, "The Merchant Army will fight without declaring it, and the war will begin.

It started five days ago. We are all at war, and the difference between status and military service is meaningless. I will use you as real soldiers! I will take you back to the waiting system! But I cannot guarantee that you will all survive.

Come down, actually, you can only live if you are dead."

"Yes, sir!" everyone replied in unison, "We are dead!"

"Handle - come here!" Vic waved his hand in the distance, "We have news from the city!"

"Count the ordnance, arrange the horses, prepare battlefield first aid supplies, and prepare magic tools! After completion, you must complete it as soon as possible and report to me." The handle did not look back, but arranged the affairs in an orderly manner, "Big Bearded, lead someone to take over.

Guard post, bring the three people on duty now to see me - are you sure?"

"Clear!" After the execution team was disbanded, the handle turned and ran towards the tent where Vic was. Although it was bad for Vic to interrupt him, he understood the mood of a small team wandering in the war zone and could

Getting the news about the city is really the most important thing.

When he was still about ten steps away from the tent, the handle of the knife felt a slight vibration from the ground, and then with a "chi..." sound, a large blue flame burned through the tent and began to spurt diagonally into the sky. Vic

He and another man jumped out in embarrassment, with flames rolling on the ground... Almost without thinking, the handle of the knife touched the sword next to him and started to charge.

"Don't! It's just an accident! The receiver is finished!" Vic howled as he rolled, "Put out the fire, dead man!"

This knife handle is more experienced. First cover it with a blanket and then add a few shovels of soil. The flames on the two people's bodies turned into light smoke. However, because of the damage to the receiver, everyone's face became even more ugly. The one in charge of communication

Enchanted by the crystal panel, I burst into tears.

"This thing is too delicate. Fortunately, it didn't explode." Vic looked at the half-burned piece of letter paper and handed it to the handle of the knife. "Look, I just received two sentences."

"Sbia Alliance Defense War Order - The genocidal war has begun, and the Sbia Alliance will never be timid in fighting! Is it issued by the General Staff?" The handle looked up at Vic, "...the enemy is divided into two parts, the north and the south.

, and at the same time crossed our border...the General Staff ordered...the empires, independent regions and cities of the Sbia Alliance to enter a state of war and implement military control...Is this the end?"

"We are all half-baked. There was a sound before, but we couldn't decrypt it. Today we finally got the exclusive signal from the Military Law Department, but..." Vic scratched his hair angrily, "That's all that was translated, not one other word.

No more."

"Can it be repaired?" The handle turned to look at the person holding the crystal panel, "Stop crying! Can the thing still be used?"

"It's no good. It can't be repaired at all." The tearful man replied, "We don't have anything to spare."

Dao Ji looked at the simple furnishings of the camp, pulled Vic aside and asked: "Sir, how many people do we have and what is our strength?"

"There are a total of eighteen people in the execution team including me, and there are twelve more people. Two of them can fight, and the rest can only memorize documents." Vic said, "As for the strength, it is what you have in front of you. Half of them

Men are armed, but those with crossbows have no swords, and those with swords have no armor.”

"No, in this case, let alone return to the city, we can't even defeat the smallest reconnaissance team!" Dao Ji took a breath, "What are your specific arrangements? How long can we stay here?"

"

"We can't stay any longer, we have to send some documents back. As for the military matters, you can arrange them!"

"Then get ready and move quickly." Dao Ji finally understood his situation, but strangely, he didn't even feel the least panic in his heart. His thoughts were very clear. As soon as he raised his head, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Look for the miners and the safekeepers."

Officer, report to me!"

This was a nickname given to his subordinates by the handle, and it was the first time it was used. However, the two people who were called ran over consciously, without any ambiguity at all. Because this nickname was simple and clear, there would be no confusion.

Soon, the custodian told the handle that there was a small reserve armory not far from here. It was only repaired half a year ago. The place was very remote and might not necessarily be occupied. I asked the miners to take it out before I started painting.

I drew an outline of the route with just a few strokes on the map, then looked at the handle of the knife confidently and said: "I'll definitely get there in half a day if I take the path over the mountain!"

"Okay! We'll set off within half an hour!" The handle was overjoyed and slapped the two people on the shoulders: "Let's go change clothes!"

In the middle of the night, Dao Hilt had led the team over the mountains to the area under the jurisdiction of the fourth sub-war zone. The reserve supply warehouse of the supplementary army in the valley was right in front of him, and there were people wearing Sibia military uniforms standing guard. Dao Hilt could not be sure.

Regarding the opponent's true identity, considering the physical strength problem, he was even more worried that his combat effectiveness would not be guaranteed if a fight broke out at night, so he decided to go over there at dawn.

When the sky was slightly bright, Dao Hilt led the team to sneak into the warehouse. Vic placed the documents and others ten miles away and followed the team. Seeing him holding a crossbow as if hunting, Dao Hilt knew that he was being rescued.

It was also a stroke of luck. A hundred steps away from the side door of the warehouse, the handle of the knife held Vic down - in the other's eyes, the muscles on the face of the handle were twitching rapidly.

He was too familiar with this smell. It was mixed with body odor, barbecue smell, leather smell and blood smell. It was the tribal army of the Northern Merchant Group!

When he asked everyone to lie down and observe carefully, the ground just a few steps away from the side door exploded - several gray shadows flew into the air dragging dirt, and threw the spear in their hands at the watchtower.

!When the poor sentry fell down wailing, there was a loud noise from the main entrance, and someone was using magic!

"Don't! Wait a minute, there may be more of them!" The hilt of the knife was pressed firmly against Vic, counting silently in his mind, "Don't shout for a while! Shoot the crossbow first and then take the weapon. In groups of three, try to kill the single one first.

of!"

This tribal army obviously ambushed Dao Hilt and the others before Dao Hilt. Their number was smaller than Dao Hilt and the others, but their combat effectiveness was very strong. They were divided into three directions and attacked at the same time. After Dao Hilt's silence for dozens of times, the side door in front of them was already occupied by the enemy.

Open it - the handle of the knife suddenly jumps forward, and as soon as you raise your hand, a crossbow arrow catches up with the enemy behind!

The enemy army was already fighting with Sibia's army in the warehouse, and even if they found out, they couldn't turn back. He led the men with the knife handle and rushed straight into the door. Sure enough, he found that the men were pointing their butts at him, so they fired a volley of crossbows, killing four people in an instant.

Man... Another enemy soldier who jumped the highest climbed onto the roof, but stepped on the empty space and got stuck there. He was immediately skewered with a spear.

"Warehouse! Save the warehouse quickly!" the dying garrison officer shouted, "Three of them have passed..."

"Come on!" Vic was the first to rush out, looking like a gangster and killing people. Two teams of three followed him, even taking two defenders with him.

"What's your mother's size? Follow the command!" The handle was miserable and ordered a three-person team to enter the defender's dormitory to perform the interception. He led two three-person teams to cut off Lord Vic's rear - this was not

It's easy, the warehouse is located close to the side door, and the seven of them have to face fierce attacks from the other two directions!

"Shoot!" In a head-on battle, it took six crossbow arrows to kill one enemy. The other four rushed up and dispersed them in one encounter. The handle of the knife howled and took two more, but there was no time to care about the other two.

.

"You son of a bitch! Lick grandpa's ass!" The tip of the gun on the handle was shaking like a ghost. He deliberately placed an enemy soldier behind him, and then without turning his eyes, he swung the gun tail and sent it away. The whole piece of the gun tail was

The counterweight iron penetrated the enemy's left rib.

With a loud "Boom...", the main gate watchtower that had been standing until now exploded in two beams of black light. Mud and stone fragments flew up in the sky in the firelight, covering half of the reservoir area like an open umbrella.

It adds endless variety to the people fighting against each other in the reservoir area.

"Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!" The handle of the knife roared in bold Tanxi dialect, but in his hand there were two thrusts one after another, and finally nailed his merchant army opponent to the wall! But the spear penetrated too deep.

, unable to pull it out, he had to pick up a repeating crossbow, pointed it at the werewolf jumping up and down on the roof and pulled the trigger hard - the werewolf hiding from the rubble was penetrated by at least three crossbow arrows, and his upper body was

Hanging upside down under the eaves, black blood dripped down his hair.

"Are you ready?" He hung the crossbow on his body by the handle, picked up the sword and rushed to the door of the warehouse, slashing down a merchant group with one knife. "Ancestors! Please hurry up! I'm going to die! I'm going to die soon! Magic

Coming..."

The people of the Merchant Corps didn't seem to want this warehouse anymore. The bursting fireball sent by the magician flew almost close to the ground. As soon as the handle of the knife pushed one of his men away, the red fireball occupied his entire field of vision!

"Water blast!", "Shield!" Two concise spells sounded behind the hilt at the same time. The giant blue cone rushed towards the fireball. The soil on the ground suddenly protruded and turned into a wall in front of the hilt——

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" With three consecutive sounds, the fireball hit the blue cone and then hit the earth wall. Finally, it was scattered by a standard staff of Sbia's military magician!

"Strike into the ground - stone element - the ground explodes!" Lord Vic stood in front of the fallen hilt, wearing magic armor outside his civilian uniform. He was majestic and majestic like a black cloak. He still had the energy to turn around and speak while casting the spell.

"Now I'm blocking it, you go in and get it!"

Both ears of the knife handle were "buzzing", and I only understood it by looking at the mouth shape, so I grabbed one with my left hand and dragged the other with my right hand and rushed into the warehouse - the half of his men who saw him were already armed, and several women

They were all fully clothed and turned into warriors.

"Watch my steps!" A dozen steps away, the handle of the knife had already stripped off all the clothes on the body, and then rushed into the weapon rack, grabbing it completely out of habit, from personal inner armor to standard armor to weapons, in the blink of an eye.

When he came out from the other end, he was completely different. He had good basic training and chose the most suitable things. The people behind him followed the same example, but their hands and feet were slower.

"Quick, quick, quick!" He called his subordinates to press arrows into the crossbow. "It's really terrible. Someone has robbed the reserve warehouse of the reserve army!"

With the weapon at hand, there is almost no suspense in the next battle. The merchant army that attacked only had sixteen people in total, and there were two mages with zero melee abilities in the middle... Under the power of Lord Vic,

At this moment, everyone stopped to watch him play one-on-one, but no one thought that he was going to fight. The military magic wand was as heavy as the sword, and beat the two enemy mages until their brains were flying.

The handle of the knife was very considerate of him, and everyone was very considerate of him, because the civilian sergeant of the staff department died. This taciturn girl was killed by a merchant group in the corner, and half of her shoulder was cut off... the same group of custody

The soldier lost an arm in order to save her, and the nurse smashed three first-aid scrolls one after another, but none of them could save her life. Vic took off her nameplate with hands stained with the blood of the enemy soldiers. Audrey, the name was the same as her own.

beauty.

"Take her and let's go." Dao Hilt said calmly, "Take what we need and set fire to it!"

"No! This is our warehouse!" The remaining four warehouse defenders shouted, "Which army are you from! How dare you burn my warehouse? No one can move without the order of the commander!"

"This is the order! The war order issued by the General Staff! Let me see it clearly!" The handle waved half of the letter paper. He knew that the other party would never be able to see clearly. "The merchant army has already found the warehouse, and they will come again.

Yes! Do you want to keep things unburned to support the enemy? Listen to my order - stand at attention! Clean up all necessary things, bury the remains of your comrades, light a fire and join us! Withdraw!"

He kept saying that everyone was treated equally, but the hilt still placed women in a special position. He chose a sunny hillside for the sacrificed female sergeant, but did not agree to the application of other female soldiers to change her armor. His reason

It's simple: "For a pair of armor, the merchant army will dig her out again. Their noses are stronger than dogs."

"No way, the Merchant Corps Army is also a regular army." Lord Vic, who was digging soil, questioned.

The handle said: "They passed by me, and I know better than you. Half of them have no armor, no weapons, and no luggage. They need every camp and use our supplies to arm themselves and attack Sibia!"

"

"Understood, this is the reason why the first sub-war zone surrendered." Vic has the demeanor of a wise man when he is not crazy. "In this way, the second, third, and fourth sub-war zones are also suspected of being collaborators, and they are retreating.

The warehouses must not have been notified when the announcement was made."

After listening to their conversation, the eyes of the warehouse defenders who had escaped from death changed. Without any trouble, Vic organized them into his own execution team. Now the execution team finally looks like a military team - in

In a team that often encounters bloodshed, the time for sadness is very short. So when they met, the people in the team already called the hilt "Dad", and Mr. Vic got the nickname "Mommy".

In the military, this represents trust and respect.

Shortly after breaking camp again, Daggerhand looked back at the mountains behind him and said, "We are in trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Mummy Vic was stuffing scrolls into the magic armor.

"The merchant army that attacked the warehouse also had a lookout, but we didn't kill him." Dao Ji said, "He must be following us."

"Show him!"

"When they saw us, they also saw the documents we transferred... Will they let go of the people carrying documents in the war zone?"

"Speed ​​up!" Mommy yelled immediately, "Look for the miners, find a path out quickly!" (To be continued)


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