Vol 3 Chapter 110: I can't stay here ...

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"According to the reconnaissance, the enemy troops have retreated ten miles away, and construction of simple fortifications has begun without any signs of attack!"
"The identity of the captive has been investigated. There are seven sons of the Earl, eight sons of the Marquis, and three sons of the Duke. Their elders are the Prime Minister of the Empire, the Chief of Military Law, the Administrative Officer ..."
The big account was silent, listening to this series of prominent official names being reported one after another. You have to know that this is just a direct relative. If the marriage relationships between the nobles are counted, these captive elders may well wipe out the superstructure of the empire.
"Haha!" There was a long, voluptuous voice coming from far away.
"Okay!" Veteran General Omon looked cheerful and straightened his beard. "With these people in my hands, whoever dares to attack! Haha ..."
"Haha, I don't care about this." An old man in a gray coat, kept pinching his fingers, "I was thinking how many bags of rice, how many pounds of flour, how much salt are these people ... haha! "
"Yeah!" Veteran General Omon slaps his palms. "It can also be used to change some standard armor weapons. If you don't want to, you can give some metal, let's do it ourselves. Alas, if you transport me two more Thors It's better if the hammer comes, haha! "
"You war madman, how dare you think about it! Why don't you just hand over the army to you ..."
"This ... I don't mind, just don't know if they want to?"
"Uh ... haha!"
In Losa tent. The atmosphere is strong. A few old men with flowers were all glowing, and they laughed and looked forward to this harvest.
This time captured the noble youth. It can be said to be a strategic victory. It not only solved its own siege, but also brought huge benefits.
Grey-clad army, just hearing the name will know what kind of poverty is. At this time, in the eyes of these people, those young people are no longer human, but rice full of warehouses, or bright armors ...
"Well, how good it is that these young elders are captured this time, maybe we have so many long-cherished wishes. It will be a success!"
"Uh ... what a leader would dare to think about. Then, wouldn't it be better to capture a Bran king? Haha ..."
There is also a limit to the exchange of prisoners. It can be said that these young people can only be used to exchange some real things. If you want to rely on this, you must allow the Gray Army's proposition to be implemented ... Well, those big nobles will soon forget that they still have a son captured.
"Okay, okay ..." Luo Sha pressed his palms, and said in a straight face, "It's not a rush. The people negotiating over the Empire will have a few days to come, and we will come up with an exchange slip. Um, Let's discuss how to treat the heroes now. "
When the tent was quiet, several ministers looked at each other. They received the news later and did not witness the scene of the tactical department, but the news of the beating in the gray space was still heard.
"Oh!" General Omon sighed. The complex face said, "I've seen Bole's injury and it's nothing on the hand, but the bones of one leg have been completely crushed into powder. Unless the Archbishop of the Light Temple comes, recovery is hopeless!"
The Archbishop of the Temple of Light were all on the side of the battlefield, and they were also close to the Bran royal family. It's hard to meet. Not to mention the treatment for the soldiers in the gray clothes, so Bole was destined to be with the crutches for the rest of his life.
"It's so serious?" A minister frowned and said unhappyly. "This Tang En is too hard to handle, this is his own."
"I heard that he was dead." Naturally, Omon understood the friendship between the robes and explained, "and listening to what he meant, it seemed that the mission was intended by Bole, so ..."
"Intentionally? Have they met? How could Bole make such a move?"
"Probably not." Old General Aumont frowned his beard and shook his head. "Maybe this is just an excuse for him."
"What a mess! I think it is necessary to punish him."
"But he is a hero after all!"
"What's wrong with the hero, reward merit, and punish me for mistakes!"
...
Papa ... Losa patted her palm: "What do you mean?"
Or General Omon first spoke: "I think Tang En's method is a bit more spicy, but the credit is still greater."
This is the meaning of greater power than ever, and Ou Meng still acted with integrity. Although Bole was his subordinate, he did not mean to show partiality.
"I also think that the credit is greater, and of course the punishment measures must also be taken. If there is a mistake, we will follow the rules. This is a private attack on the officer. We cannot set a precedent!"
"I agree with you!"
"I agree with General Omon!"
...
Not long after, several ministers showed their attitude. Then everyone gathered their eyes on the curly old man who hadn't talked. He was Bog's father Bosco.
"I agree with General Omon."
Uh ... Several ministers are awkward. To be honest, Tang En's credit is obvious to everyone, so there is no doubt about the tone of the credit. The key question now is whether there should be punitive measures!
The previous ministers said that on the one hand, they are their own ideas, and on the other hand they are not for Minister Bosco. After all, his relatives were beaten so badly. If he didn't ask for something, his heart would inevitably be unbalanced. But now that Bosco agrees with Omon, there is no punitive measure.
Bosco stood up and said calmly: "The Grey Space team did a beautiful job this time with great credit. Leave the rest alone, we can't let the heroes chill."
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This meeting was more casual, and after Bosco showed his attitude, everything was simple. Then a few people chatted for a while and gradually dispersed.
Bosco said with a smile outside the door, thanking several ministers for their comfort. Then step away. After a few passages, came to a large group of tents. Their family is a collective trust. There are a large number of people and they usually live together.
Bosco walked straight to one of the tents, and as soon as the curtain was lifted, a wailing sound came.
The furnishings were simple, just simple tables and chairs, and Borg and others were crying around Bole lying in bed.
When they saw Bosco coming in, they immediately came around and wept. Bosco said warmly and comforting a rather expensive woman and a few half-old children, who were Bolly's wife and children.
"Father." Borg also welcomed his eyes flushed. "You have to be fair for your uncle, he ..."
Snapped!
The applause came suddenly, and there was a quiet moment in the field.
The lady and child's tears were still hanging on her face, staring blankly at Borg, who was fanned aside.
"That's it first, rest assured, Bole will gradually get better. Well, you go out for a while. I have something to talk to Borg." Bosco's face remained unchanged, and he said gently to Bole's wife and children .
"Uh ..." The woman looked at Borg, and finally hesitantly led the child out of the tent.
Bosco first walked to the bed and explored the situation of Bole. At this time Bolley had gone through a simple treatment and fell asleep.
With a sigh, Bosco sat on his chair: "Stand up."
Borg stood slowly, covering his mouth. Afraid not to come near here.
As a father and son, of course he knew that the calmer the expression of Bosco at this time, the more angry he became. He has not been beaten for many years. The last time he was beaten by his father was because he was indulged in beautiful sensuality and lingered with some aristocratic youth all day.
"You do the thing in the gray space ... well, is that because of that Josiah?"
"Ah. I ..." Borg was startled, speechless in his mouth. He wanted to say no. But he knew that if he lied about it at this time, he might be killed.
"It really is you!" Bosco closed his eyes, took off the curly hair on his head, and slowly squeezed the bridge of his nose.
"Do you know why I hit you?"
"Yes, it's our design that frames the gray space team." Borg honestly said.
"You still don't understand, you still don't understand ..." Bosco's eyes widened sharply, and Wenliang was no longer seen, full of fierce indifference, like a tiger.
"How many times do I have to say, no matter what you do, it must be simple and straightforward. Is it safe to design the gray space team out? Do you consider the possibility of them coming back? Do you have a way to deal with the variables? Can you count on success by giving everything to fate? "
"We can't fail anymore. The last failure brought us here. The next failure may allow us to see the God of Light directly! Do you understand?"
"I, I know!" Borg nodded like a chicken pecking rice.
"I hope you really understand that the eagle will not pop out the claws before it catches the prey. Little clever will only hurt you!" Speaking of this, Bosco poked his lips. "Just now in the Losa House, We are discussing whether to give gray space punitive measures. I oppose it. Do you know why? "
"Uh ..." Borg said quickly, "because they can't really hurt them at all!"
"Yes, I understand!" Bosco nodded and then sighed, "Your uncle, even if he is recuperated in the future, he can't make any progress in the tactical department. I will find a way to make this negotiation You get involved and get some credit. Remember, you must take the place of your uncle when he retreats. Understand? "
"Yes, I understand!"
"By the way, and Josiah, you still have to fight for it. She is very helpful to the rise of our family!"
"Uh, okay ... but she seems more willing to approach Down," said Borg a little discouraged.
"You don't need to care about this, Tang En ..." Bosco flashed coldly in his eyes, "destroyed the position I took to get the tactical department, huh!"
puff……
At this moment, Bole suddenly opened his mouth and spit out blood, and then hoarsely struggled.
"Pain, pain, pain ..."
Immediately, he stretched out his hands and kept clutching to his chest. The clothes shattered quickly, followed by the tattered flesh.
Bosco and Borg were shocked and quickly squeezed his body.
"what happened?"
"I don't know, just fine!" Borg desperately held down Bola's dancing arm.
"Pain, pain, pain, uh!"
boom! boom! boom!
Bole's body seemed to be shot by an arrow ~ EbookFREE.me ~ constantly shaking, then blood flowers burst out everywhere, spraying two people beside him.
Grunt, grunt, grunt ...
Like a fish out of the water, Bole quickly changed his breath from big mouth to Qi Ruoyou!
Bosco sniffed Bole's breath, body ...
"Father, uncle he ... what happened?"
"Not dead ... maybe dead is better," Bosco said with an ugly face. "Come on, someone has passed into his body. Now he has been destroyed everywhere and has been completely paralyzed."
"Ah?" Borg's face changed dramatically. "Who did it ..."
"Stupid, who else!" Bosco narrowed his eyes gloomily. "Crushing the leg bones and shifting his eyes ... fierce enough! Poisonous! I can't stay ..."
(Today is a birthday, many trivial matters are delayed. Well, the Tanuki character has lost once, and the third one will be added tomorrow!)