Vol 2 Chapter 238: Xianjun

Chapter 238 Yin Jun
"Correct."
Rumba nodded thoughtfully: "The eternal star."

What do you want to say?
Ronnie’s brow frowned:
The biggest threat to us is Sonia Satherley?

But Lombard did not pay attention to him, the black sand Dagong just looked at the table and continued to speak:
"Xinghui Legion, they are very young and very young--even if they have combat experience with domestic rebels, they are simply vulnerable to the battle of the Northland soldiers who have been through battles and invincible."
Lecco’s face changed and he fell into meditation.
"On the way to the central leadership on the way to the central leadership, we defeated them in the first battle," Lombard took a deep breath and his expression became rigid and persistent: "Nothing special, as usual: light ride temptation, shooter suppression, light infantry bite The main force, the heavy cavalry launched a decisive impact."
Rumba nodded slowly, but his eyes were incomparably complicated:
"A face-to-face effort, their main force was defeated, and the rest of the people fled, even the hard-hitting epee infantry and heavy armored axe could not be used, it was easy."
"Like all the enemies of the past," Lombard raised his fists, and his right fist slammed the fist of the left fist vigorously, like a craftsman nailing the nail. "You gather the best and the hardest warrior, thunder like a blow." Their strongest part, then wait for the rest of the people to escape, collapse, cry, surrender, and never come back."
"There aren't even the private squads of the local lords in the North - at least they are Northlanders."
Ronnie’s grandfather showed a strange look: "So?"
He sensitively noticed that as a witness to this question, neither Grand Duke Oller and Grand Duke Ludida did not speak, but only looked serious.
Even with some...respect?
"So that is the Star Fringe Corps," Grandpa Lecco answered him, only to hear the old man sigh and sigh: "At that time, no one looked at them."
The bald sergeant Dagong shook his head: "Until a few days later."
Ronnie frowned slightly.
Rumba took the call.
"A few days later, they - the group of soldiers who should have lost their helmets, collapsed, and fled, and lost their souls," said the Grandpa of Lombard, sitting in a chair and squinting:
"It's back."
Ronnie gave a slight glimpse.
"When we rushed down the Glacier City, we stood in front of us again." Lombard faintly, as if in the distance, I saw the scene more than a decade ago.
"Although the number is small, they are organized, formed, and have the same posture, just like the one just called," Lombard continued. His tone was faint and his eyes were stunned: "They just reopened their formations. The moment before we attacked the city, we will decisively attack our rear."
"It’s like a resurgence of ash."
"No," Grandpa Lecco closed his eyes and shook his head. "It's not a dead gray, it's an invincible star."
Danny Ron’s suspicion is deeper.
"But we still defeated them," Leko slammed his eyes: "again."
Rumba looked at him.
"Yes, again."
The black sand Dagong slowly nodded: "But this time we will chase the gangsters and want to kill them."
"The loss of nearly 10% of the ride," Lecco sighed: "I remember... it was the light cavalry I dispatched."
"And then?" Rumba's expression was indistinct, and asked himself: "Once again."
Ronnie raised her eyebrows: once again?
"Once again!" Only listened to Rumba's voice as decisive as a metal strike:
"The Xinghui Legion, which fled the four wilderness, regrouped and gathered in the war in just a few days, and once again launched a blockade against us along the Shepherd River."
Ronnie Dale finally changed color.
"How come?" Pray City Grand Duke was shocked and said: "How did they reorganize the squadron? Morale? Can the supply and logistics keep up?"
Rumba shook his head.
"This game has been repeated several times," Rumba's tone was a bit tired: "But no matter how many times we defeat them, as long as they don't completely annihilate, the rest of their escapes can always be resurrected like miracles - they don't know where they are. How to get the logistics on the battlefield, at least the eyes of the group of dolls are very decisive - and then in the moment when we attack the city, or slightly, or rest, or rotate the troops, the ghosts appear in the body. Side or behind, a cold blow."
Lecco’s grandmother’s face:
The eternal starlight – this is the title given to us by our people.

Rumba snorted.
"What all of us can't figure out is that such a young ordinary legion, why each time after such a fiasco and collapse, can be reorganized again and again without any hindrance?" Black Sand Dagong whispered .
No one answered.
Oleux Dagong frowned and looked at other people.
"Xinghui God of War is a good leader. He trained his army very well. This is his honor." Ailexi definitely and firmly said: "A great opponent, although his death, his soul will last forever. ""
Rumba's laughter came in untimely.

Really? Because John Comet is a great strategist, can his civilian soldiers become warriors of superior quality?
Lombard sneered faintly, with a bad tone:
Then our king, the Grand Duke, the nobility Are the leaders and even the soldiers, all waste?"
The big men are all in a cold face.
"Be careful with words, Rumba." Lecco narrowed his eyes.
But Lombard did not pay attention to them.

Why is this?

"A lonely helpless, it is difficult to force our troops, is actually an 'immortal' force?" Rumba's face is firm: "We are puzzled, we are weird, we are surprised, because even the famous Northlanders, It is hard to imagine this situation."
Other big men have fallen into meditation.
"Yes, the body of the Northland people is the most powerful among the human beings, and the spirit is also the most fanatical. Under the same conditions, no one can beat us on the frontal battlefield! Even the most terrible enemy!" Lombard looked up , firm and authentic.
But he clenched his fist and his tone immediately turned:
"But even us, the first military power in Westland..."
"After a big victory, the coach will also spend a day camping to count, send his confidant aristocrats and guards officers, or take a sword and axe, or hold a noble hand, to gather and appease those excited and crazy to kill red eyes Fighting soft hands, loosening the pants, scattered around the battlefield, or venting or chasing the soldiers."
"It is normal to be able to reorganize the troops one day and one night and re-enter the next day."
Grand Lecco shook his head.
"It's not surprising," the boss said slowly. "We have been fighting like this for hundreds of years."
Rumba turned his head and looked at the boss like a knife.
The old man was stabbed slightly by him.
"And when we defeated you?" Rumba said coldly: "Even if it is the Exeter people - fleeing after the flustered, fearful spread, not going through weeks or even months, we are not at all It is possible to reorganize the organization, arrange the logistics, and regroup the defeated troops at a time when everyone is at a loss!"
"It's not like hunting. You just have to whistle, and then the loyal hound will run back."
"As for the rapid reunion, short-term reorganization, deployment of personnel, arranging logistics, organizing into a military, reorganizing the combat power, and re-entering?"

It’s no exaggeration to say,
Rumba clenched his arms and looked at the four great men of different looks. He said coldly:
On the entire Exeter kingdom, only the Whiteblade Guard and the Glacier whistle can be reached – I suspect that many Dagong Guards and Standing Army can't do this."
He looked at Ronnie.
"Culi Kun, you prayed that the city has seen a lot of blood in the golden corridor and the great desert, and it is also superior in Exeter." Lunbanu said: "Can you?"
Ronnie did not speak, but his expression was dignified.
Other big men did not answer.
Rumba narrowed his eyes: "Have you ever thought about why?"
A few seconds later, Oller repaired a slight sigh.
"They are on their own land," said Weilan, the great man, shaking his head: "It takes advantage of it - whether it is local support or familiarity with the terrain..."
But he was quickly interrupted by Lombard.
"Go to his mother's own land!" Just listen to the black sand big public voice:
"The group of dolls are mostly recruited from the stars and the west, and the new ones are less than a year old. In contrast, as a native of the North, we are more adapted to the climate from the northern boundary to the central collar. terrain."
Tlueda scorns:
"Speak straight."
Reconstruction tower Dagong tilted his mouth: "What are you suggesting?"
Rumba’s eyes suddenly turned to him.
"Hint?"
"I read through the battles of the stars in the past three or four hundred years," said the black sand typhoon. "In the past, at least in the battle of a hundred years ago, the stars were like us, and they did not spend it after being defeated." We can't get together in the month, and the speed from logistics to re-editing is comparable to us."
"Why is it possible to train the Stars Legion when he arrives at Xinghui God of War?"
The four big men frowned.
"Speak straight, don't go to history classes," Tluedida said impatiently to everyone's voice: "We are not stupid."
Rumba has a bunch of eyes.
No, you are not stupid.
His face is cold: it is more terrible than a fool - to be smart.
After a second.
"Which one?" Rumba whispered.
The four grand princes glimpsed.
"Which one?" Trouseda asked doubtfully.
Rumba leaned forward, and under the illumination of the brazier, the whole person pressed the table like a hill and looked at the four grand lords in an oppressive manner.
"I mean……"
He narrowed his eyes: "How many of you, the impression of which star king in history is the most profound?"
The four grand princes exchanged a few incomprehensible eyes.
Star King?
impression?
"The kings of the stars... more than thirty..."
Lombard back on his back, stretched out his right hand and slowly began counting:
"Is the revival king Tomond I who has fought for ten years in a desperate situation?"
"Is it the land of the territory, and the black-eyed John I who fought with Nunn I in the vicinity of the watch city?"
"Is it the voyage of the Hanbulan fleet in the second continental war, Kaiser II?"
"Is the only ‘the northerner who is the Queen of the North, who is the leader of the woman, who is the leader of the woman’s body?

"Is it a brave martial artist who swears to keep the covenant and is swearing by the swearing swearer, Midier IV?"
"Is it still the 'Red King' John II, and the wrath of the King who wiped out the entire Bled Principality in a month?"
"Oh, otherwise, the rule is longer than Nunn, the country is solid, and there is nothing wrong with the last year, the 'King of the Rulers' Eddie II? Although his end is not very good."
Rumba spoke while observing the expressions of several big men.
But he didn't see anything - several big men didn't even have the facial movements.
Rumba sneered like a sneer: "No? Impossible?"
After a few seconds, he sighed uncomfortably.
"Well," Lombard narrowed his eyes: "I am the most impressed star king..."
Several big public eyes are slightly stunned.
Just listening to Rumba, he faintly said: "闵迪思·星星三."
The big public of Tluedida heard the words and said: "Is that the..."
Rumba nodded slowly.
"Yes," the black sand prince faintly opened, his eyes filled with complex and incomprehensible emotions: "One hundred and fifty years ago, the dynasty III who experienced the fourth continental war."
He whispered:
"The ‘Yin Jun’.

Well, then, I saw the Maple Leaf hymn and DB is not a reason to reward 10,000 points.
Second, the bookkeeping (face is light), and the day when the manuscript is saved enough to make up.
In addition, why haven’t you updated these two days?
Well, if I say, I find myself caught in a time gap, when the code is coded, the code will suddenly jump to two days, so I can't keep it anymore - will you believe me?
By looking forward to no sword
(End of this chapter)