Chapter 1128: Unhappy, unhappy, unwilling

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"The people we patrolled were killed by the Saint Bikya army?" In the barracks, Ruhr heard unexpected news and made an unexpected sound.
The reported soldier said: "General Charles reported that a team of one hundred people had clashes with the St. Bikya army during routine inspections in the border area between the two armies, and more than 100 people were all slaughtered in the grove. "
"It's terrible!" The officers in the conference room suddenly clapped the table: "This group of despicable Saint Vikya, several times without words, this time actually provoked us again, this is clearly a dispute, good Make excuses for their next attack."
"Don't rush to get angry first," Ruhr waved to stop him. "You have to figure out the cause of the matter first. You order Charles to let him report the details."
The reported soldier turned away.
An officer in the conference room said: "General, it’s not the first time St. Bikya has done this. Last time we ate his big losses. I can see clearly. What is the truce and peace talks, obviously it is St. Bikya. After the king of , he used the pretext of peace talks to slow us down, the purpose is to prepare for this battle. What a shameless shame!"
"General Ruhr, anyway, there is an intention to fight again in St. Bikya. Let's just take this opportunity to fight first, so as not to be beaten passively."
"No," Ruhr insisted. "Your Majesty gave the death order, and no one should take the lead in initiating the war. Well, forget it, I went directly to Charles's barracks to understand the situation."
As he was saying, the soldier who just reported was here again: "General General, General Charles sent a letter saying that his men knew that the troops were killed by St. Bikya after the armistice. The lieutenant general did not heed the advice and led the army to attack the enemy barracks."
"What!?" Ruhr snapped angrily: "He's so brave that Charles didn't dare to listen to the order! Immediately ordered him to let him take back the soldiers. You follow me and go to his barracks."
At the Charles Barracks, Ruhr led several officers to see that most of the soldiers in the army were angry, and asked: "What's going on? How do you care about them."
Charles knelt on the ground and said: "Please ask the general to convict. Charles is incompetent and cannot stop the anger of the soldiers. They are still making trouble to attack the enemy camp."
"You..." Ruhr kicked angrily on him: "You are also a veteran of my men, why don't you understand how to restrain his soldiers. Get up and tell me what is going on."
"Yes." Charles stood up and said: "I can't figure out exactly what happened, because the person who went out of the team didn't come back alive. I sent someone to cross-examine, and they said it was my people who were provoking first They jumped over the restricted area under their control, but I knew that the people under my control would not be so reckless, this must have been intentionally caused by St. Bikya. And they denied that they killed my team, only It's called a little friction. General, my more than one hundred men are still lying in the camp, how can they talk nonsense with their eyes open."
The officers accompanied by Ruhr were resentful when they heard it, and gritted their teeth.
Ruhr said: "Take me to see the dead soldiers."
At the morgue, many soldiers mourned around the corpse, and some wept bitterly, and some shouted loudly.
The officers looked at Bai Dan's cold body and only sighed.
"There are hard evidences of corpses here, and they dare to lie and quibble. These people of St. Bikya are so abominable that they dared to do so after the truce. This is not to take our magic moon into our eyes.
"They are clearly going to provoke war and let us break the armistice agreement."
"But our Demon Moon Army can't let him bully, otherwise this group of will not take us seriously!"
Ruhr whispered to the officers around him: "Yes, you say a few words."
Charles said: "General, it's understandable that everyone is so angry. It's not the first time St. Baccia has been capricious. We don't have to be so passive. As I see it, just hit them."
"Yeah, hit it." Everyone said.
"Now we have the advantage, afraid of what he does."
Ruhr hadn't spoken yet, when a group of officers came and knelt down on the ground, saying: "General, please avenge your brothers and your respect for the empire!"
Ruhr exasperated: "You all get up, what do you want to do? No challenge is the order of His Majesty the King, you are imperial soldiers, and it is your duty to obey the order."
An accompanying staff officer approached: "General, Your Majesty is far away in the Imperial City, and he is not very clear about the front line. The events in front of him just prove that St. Vikya declared war on us, and now we have died so many times. People and soldiers are full of resentment, making them tolerate their anger will only make them discouraged and make the army lose their military heart. As General Charles said, St. Bequia is not the first time for volatility, this time we are victimized In addition, this war was originally initiated by Saint Bixia. We will make the matter here clear to your majesty. Your majesty will not blame you."
"It's okay to bully us once. They have bullied us time and time again. I can't stand it anymore! This time it's not me who died. I'm going to die. Please ask the general to order and attack Saint Bikya!"
"Please order the general to attack St. Bikya!" The officers and soldiers were indignant and asked to join together.
Ruhr looked at everyone: "Do you all mean that?"
"Yes." Everyone stared at each other with a fire in their hearts.
Ruhr stood in the crowd and pondered for a long time: "I will report the situation here to your majesty. If your majesty agrees, then go to war. But if you want to fight, then you can't give them a chance to fight back!"
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On the side of Santa Víquea, still discussing for several hours in the sandbox of the conference room, Vidmila still did not know these things, and even the sand camps where the things happened, they just regarded this as a small friction on the front line. It's dealt with, and I don't know that more than one hundred Moon Moon soldiers have'dead' in their hands.
"...If you want to get started, only by attacking from this route, and sending two more troops to cooperate, will you be able to fight Moyue by surprise. But with this fight, we will also be caught in a bad situation, and we will lose our strength. Advantages, it is best to let the domestic army arrive faster, so that it will not be more passive."
In front of the sand table, Vidmila shook her head: "This plan is not good. The terrain, the strength and the arrival of our army must be taken into consideration. Every step can be methodical. You beat them first in this fight. An important place, but what about the follow-up plan? If they don’t care about this place for the time being, what will we do? If this is the stronghold we laid down, we will become alone."
Bing Zhixie listened to them talking about the terrain and the combat plan. Although the truth can be understood, many aspects are not very understandable, and only one and a half can be understood.
This meeting was discussed until 1 pm, during which Bing Zhixie did not say a word, and no one asked him a question. He was like a fool, waiting in the conference room until everyone was hungry. Only temporarily dispersed.
After the meeting was over, no one took care of him, and no one even looked at him, as if when he did not exist at all, even if he accidentally saw him arrive, there was no politeness and greetings.
Bingzhixie was about to leave, but was stopped by Vidmila: "Hey, Xiaobai, don't leave first. I'll prepare your troops for you. Come with me."
"I'm not Xiaobai." Bing Zhixie looked at him with some dissatisfaction.
Vidmila said: "Ah, aren't you called white... white... white?"
"My name is Celeste Bingzhixie."
"Yes, a meaning. Come with me."
Bing Zhixie wrinkled his brow slightly and followed him.
When I arrived at a barrack not far from the camp, I saw some disabled soldiers who would have lunch inside and outside the barracks. I saw Vidmila coming and stood up one after another.
Vidmila looked around and asked, "Your generals call for her to come out."
After a while, the crippled figure came out of the largest barrack with a walking stick.
Vidmila stepped forward and asked with concern: "General, are you getting better?"
"Thank you General for your concern, it is much better."
Vidmila smiled and said: "That's good, I still care about deployment, so next time you don't say anything bad about me."
"Yes."
Vidmila said: "Yes, this is...it's your new chief. From today onwards you will be his subordinate, and listen to his orders."
Multi-faced glanced at the weaker childish evil around Vidmila. The unhappy expression was written on his face, and he didn't even want to say anything.
"Uh huh~" Vedmira coughed dryly: "That's it, let's go."
"Wait." Bing Zhixie stopped Vidmila and said, "Is it just these wounded soldiers?"
Widmila said: "They are not wounded soldiers...well, he was slightly injured, but he was slightly injured, and it will be better soon. And there are thousands of people here, which should be enough for you."
Bingzhixiedao: "General, I thought there would be tens of thousands of soldiers."
"Ten thousand soldiers? I'm going to get you tens of thousands of soldiers." Vidmila thought for a while, and said, "Yes, let's look at the domestic troops when they arrive." After finishing, Verdmila turned away.
Bing Zhixie watched Vidmila leave, took a deep breath, and strongly suppressed the unhappiness in his heart. He did not insist on asking more than 10,000 people, but he really did not like this attitude of being treated.
Dozen looked at Bingzhixie again, seeing that the rank on his shoulder was equal to his own, and the expression was even more unhappy, and finally asked coldly, "Sir, you haven't eaten yet."
"Ok."
A variety of gestures readily pointed out: "Go and play there by yourself, there should be some leftovers." After that, she went back to her own room.
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