Chapter 162: Unfinished Battle (Part 2)

When listening to Diago's ins and outs about the whole story, Eugene's expression was very complicated. He opened his mouth several times without knowing what to say, and even flashed the possibility that he would be killed immediately.
In the end, he only said one thing that he thought was very strange.
"Right or wrong... can only be decided by the Father. Under the circumstances at that time, there may indeed be no better choice."
Diego smiled, and he stood up and came to the desk, turning over the notebook.
"What do you think of Guk?"
Juskin thought for a while and replied:
"It's very different from its kind, in every way."
Diago snorted, and then the door of the room opened again, and two guards walked in, holding a uniform and a commanding sword.
"Euchin Clarke, the review about you is over, but you have to remember that all the words that have been said here cannot be confided in half a word until they are allowed."
A guard came over to untie his shackles, but he suddenly said:
"What about my soldiers?"
Diego didn't answer him immediately, but took a newspaper from his arms and threw it at his feet.
Before Jushkin picked it up, he saw a master and two striking headlines that made the blood vessels on his forehead suddenly burst.
"Aswan Fortress Stands Up! Another glorious victory for the empire! 》
"Reckless generals bury the entire Aksum Legion-the shame of the empire! 》
He picked up the newspaper with trembling hands, and the words on it were shocking, like a sharp knife, plunged into his heart, it was a completely twisted report.
It said that a few days ago, Yusuf suddenly launched a full-line counterattack against Ok. After killing countless Ok, the supply line was interrupted due to too much depth. Eventually the whole army was annihilated, and the entire Aksum Legion Almost completely destroyed. Fortunately, General Prokhov, who was organizing an attack on the orcs, arrived in the fortress in time and repulsed them after eliminating hundreds of millions of green skins.
The Empire will organize a new legion and defense line in the near future, and will announce the accusation and sentence for Yusuf bin Zai's crimes. Although he has already died, he still needs to be responsible for the results of the entire battle.
And more than him, the entire staff of the Axum Corps will be sent to the military court, whether living or dead, the anger of the imperial people needs to be vented.
There is also a funny picture on the picture of a strong imperial soldier who is kicking an Ok's ass, and there is a trembling old man lying on the ground.
"what is this!"
Yushkin crumpled the newspaper in a rage, walked quickly to Diego, shook the scrap of paper in his hand, and asked again:
"Tell me, what is this!"
"result."
Diago's tone was bland, as if to say something trivial.
"But you know the truth!"
"I know the truth, I know it all."
"You let your friends be scolded by thousands of people!"
"The empire needs stability, and we cannot let the people know that we have suffered such a failure. This is the result. The truth is not important."
Eugene was staggering back two steps, and the scrap of paper in his hand slipped. He seemed to be drained of his strength. A look of loss of soul, and even the captivity in the dark did not let him.
"We... we are not deserters, no!"
He turned to the wall by his own words, venting his inner pain by the wall with both hands.
"...I thought we were saved, but the nightmare didn't let me go. When I relaxed and forced myself to fall asleep, I met them. My lonely soul was thrown to the end day, and those huge Oakes roared into the room. Night of ruins and burning streets..."
Eugene's head lightly touched the wall, his face covered with a haze, and his eyes looked like muddy quartz.
"Then destroy them and let them completely disappear in your dreams."
Diego came over and brought the commanding sword to him.
"General Prokhov is organizing a new Axum regiment. He really needs an officer like you with rich experience in confrontation with Ok. Go to him. I have arranged for you a new position and rank, Colonel Yushkin."
"why me?"
After receiving the commanding sword, Eugene was at a loss. He had never read a military academy and had no aristocratic blood.
"I have read your combat report. Your troops have completed the mission very well, but they are the one with the highest survival rate. The reality is already cruel, but those who can not give up the hope in the dark, I think this is probably Is the only way we can overcome disaster."
After he finished speaking, he blinked his left eye at Eugene, and turned to walk outside.
"Your subordinates are waiting for you in the new barracks, don't wait too long."
"Diago Alatist..."
Looking at his distant back, Eugene had a feeling of being in a dream. Until the guards around him made an impatient cough, he recovered and hurriedly changed into a new uniform.
And Liya, far away in the desert, was worried about Guk's condition.
Since the battle, Gu Ke, who was deeply defeated, has been in a strong manic state. Anything that does not look good will be smashed and crushed by him. So far, hundreds of children have been torn by him, only Li Ya's singing will calm him down a bit.
That's right, after the war, Gu Ke suddenly had such a new hobby that seemed strange to other boys.
Guk couldn't figure out why, anyway, when he felt that his pet sang those strange tunes, he wasn't so bored in his heart, although the tone was weak and light, like feathers scratching his ears.
But this still couldn't stop his temper.
Strictly speaking, Guk did not lose much in this battle. The guards suffered one-fifth of casualties. Although the various legions have their own casualties, the overall is not particularly serious. Except for Grak’s legion, it is a bit serious, and most of the casualties outside.
But in contrast, the craftsmen and scavengers were full, and the workshop and tooth market became hot.
But this wasn't what Guck wanted. He didn't start a war for the garbage. What he wanted was to cross the fortress and rush directly into the human's hinterland to sweep and conquer.
Well now, the crack is more trouble than the fortress ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This reality is the root of Guk's mania-he seems to have suffered another setback.
Until one day, Mog Drogan, who had disappeared for a long time, appeared in front of him, and Guk also noticed that he changed a puppet avatar.
"Damn it! Where did you go!"
The grumpy Guck kicked the tool table in front of him, scaring the mechanics around him to run away quickly. Some boys even prepared to find the bird to prevent Gook's anger from getting out of control.
"Uh……"
Mog Drogan hesitated for a moment, then sneaked to Guk, and whispered something in his ear.
The more I listened, the more the sullenness on Guk's face and the blue muscles on his neck became more violent.
"you this……"
After a few heavy breaths, Guk lifted Mogdrogen from the ground.
"...Damn Fatty Gugger! Why didn't you say this early!!!"
"I..."
"As early as I said, send the kid to go, there is no such thing!"
"This……"
But Guk didn't take Mog Drogan in the end. As the mechanical claws were loosened, the old Mo with the mask on his face fell into the dust.
"Talk with me carefully, what undead, what holy one you are talking about, why is it under our buttocks, and... what does it have to do with me."
"I am too."
"Suddenly."
"Remember."
"Don't talk nonsense, go to where I live and talk carefully."
After Guk came to his palace, Mog Drogan began to try to combine the fragments in his memory. It was a long-term memory called the battle of heaven, and it was so old that Mog Drogan was about to forget.
(The introduction of the Battle of Heaven is placed in the work related, I will not use this kind of thing to deceive the number of words, enough conscience!)