: One thousand four hundred and fifty-four

"Why did this happen! Didn't you deliberately explain to you? The alert level must be extended to five miles away." The promenade lit by torches, the fat man walked hurriedly, here is the fortified Julius Fort Is a retreat, an abandoned manor on the Normandy coast. From here, you can see the brilliant sunrise on the sea. The scenery is very beautiful. Outside the manor, only one road can pass.
　　
　　 There is a suspension bridge outside, and there are ten steps and one post in the manor, and five steps and one whistle,
　　
A whole squadron of guards, even a mosquito flying over the manor, will be monitored by at least three pairs of eyes, but under such strict vigilance, the Julius Fossberg, who lived in the brief, was actually killed in the study. It's the assassin's attack!
　　
"It was the negligence of our subordinates. We didn't expect the other party to be able to climb up from the sea cliff as high as 100 meters behind the manor! "Hassentil, the guard squadron leader in charge of the manor's guard, followed behind the fat man and described palely. At the time of the assassination at the time, Hasentil was an experienced guard officer. He was reliable and cautious in his work. He was hailed as a guardian in the guard squadron and was a first-class trace tracing expert.
　　
　　 "Climb up from the sea cliff? Are you sure?" The fat man stopped and the torch light shone on his face, looking cloudy and uncertain,
　　
He knew that the place that Hasentil said was just under the window of the manor’s study, a steep cliff wall of 100 meters high, covered with green moss, which could not be climbed at all, even if the fat man thought he would not To such an impossible thing.
　　
"Yes, Lord Julius Fowler said it personally. He said the assassin jumped in from the window. He went down to check it out. The window of the study room under which he jumped in was a cliff of 100 meters high!" Hasentilman Tou Dahan responded: "Assassin also escaped from the window after the assassination attempt, because the traces cannot be detected, so the subordinates have no way to track down"
　　
　　 "Some of us have seen the assassins?" The fat man started to move forward, his eyebrows slightly curled into a Sichuan word,
　　
"No, our people heard the sound of fighting. When we arrived, we only saw Lord Julius Folford holding the stabbed abdomen and leaning against the corner of the wall!" Hasentile responded with cold sweat. Lord Fort said that the assassin was also injured, and I immediately ordered Feng Xi to lock the area within five miles of the manor, but still found nothing
　　
　　 "That is, our people did not see the assassin!"
　　
　　 "Yes, Your Majesty!" Hasentile responded with his head bowed.
　　
　　 "How is Julie Strisa little sister now?" The fat man thought for a while and turned his eyes. It was too weird, this is not nonsense! This thing is obviously wrong, the whole thing is the words of Julius Folburg, who knows whether it is true or not? Does Julius Folburg think that the attitude of pretending to be sick can't completely dispel the other's concerns, and simply plays with self-mutilation? Well, there is such a possibility!
　　
"Little sister Julie Strisa is very anxious. In order to prevent the assassin from coming, little sister Julie Strissa holds weapons and personally stays next to Lord Julius Foss for a day and night!" Hasen Tier's expression responded dynamically
　　
　　 "Nonsense!"
　　
The corner of the fat man's mouth slightly skimmed. He has already determined that this is the bitter meat plan of Julius Folburg. Presumably Julial Strisa is completely ignorant of this, so he behaved so close to the real situation. It was also terrified. The father and daughter were together. Although Julius Folburg was hailed as the Northwest Butcher, he was indeed very patient with this savage daughter, holding it like a pearl on the palm.
　　
　　At the end of the corridor, twenty heavily armed black guards were divided into four teams standing in the middle and at the end of the corridor, and there were patrols,
　　
　　 "Your Majesty" saw the fat man, everyone kneeled neatly on one knee, and put his right hand on his chest to salute
　　
"Get up!" The fat man nodded and walked to the Julius Fowler's cultivation room. In the room, there was a strong smell of herbs, and the Julius Fowler, which was missing for many days, was tied with white on the abdomen. The bandage, which seemed extremely mentally leaned on the bed, the abdominal wounds even had blood stains bleeding, so that the fat man had to admire Laofubao’s courage to do it himself,
　　
　　 "You can count it!" Hearing the door open, Julius Folburg, who was in poor spirits, looked at the fat man with a pair of dark black panda eyes, and a grin of helpless wry smiled at the corner of his mouth.
　　
　　 Looks like it's uglier than cry
　　
"Can you do me a favor? Hurry this girl back to sleep! In this way, I will definitely be the first Empire general to hang because of lack of sleep." The sound of Fort Julius was torn Broken bellows
　　
On the bedside of Old Fort, a Julie Strisa, inlaid with an iron hunter costume, was lying on the bed bar and fell into a deep sleep, with hundreds of braided hair woven from the pretty and delicate like The painted charming face drooped down, the delicate eyes closed tightly, with a trace of uneasy worries in the corners of the eyes, the fat man took a deep breath, unexpectedly the awkward girl who fell asleep, rarely revealing one I saw the breath of pitifulness, but there was a hint of crystal clear haraz hanging in the corner of my mouth, some of which ruined this beautiful atmosphere
　　
　　 "This girl!" The fat man shook his head silently.
　　
"Is someone taking care of it badly?" The fat man looked at Lao Fabao, and glanced at the blood-stained wound. He asked, knowingly, Julius Fove blinked at him, as if to say, You leave the girl first
　　
　　 "Let's take a rest, here is me!" The fat man woke up with a sleepy and sloppy savage girl, let him go to rest, and then sat alone across from Julius Fossberg
　　
　　 "Can you tell me what's going on?" The fat man's tone was annoyed. "It feels like I cut myself ~EbookFREE.me~ It must be very uncomfortable!"
　　
"From the beginning, I didn't think that this method could hide you!" Sure enough, Julius Forblin lying on the bed smiled bitterly, gestured a stroke of his hand on his abdomen, and said to himself Yu said, "This knife really hurts. I moved my hands with a sense of size. I couldn't hurt important internal organs. At most, it took me a few months to cultivate. But what hurts me most is not this, but this!" Fort Worth struggled to take out a letter from under the pillow, picked it up with one hand, and seemed to pull the wound, biting his teeth in pain
　　
　　"This is... The fat man took the letter and read it carefully. His face changed slightly, and he suddenly understood why Lao Fubao was mad at him.
　　
　　 This is an order book from the Gaul Empire,
　　
　　 was originally responsible for the Fifth Army of the Empire in the northwest region, but this time it was suddenly transferred to the south to fight the Gangfei Empire!
　　
This is not a pitman. Withdrawing the Fifth Army of the Empire stationed in the Slavs area. All the efforts of Laobaobao in the northwest will immediately be lost. After the Julius family lost half of the northwest, they will also Throw away the Slavic region that has fought for decades,
　　
　　Typical killing!
　　
　　 In the face of such orders, there is probably only one way to assassinate, which can temporarily delay, but how long can it be delayed, no one can be sure! (To be continued) [This text is provided by Qihang Update Group @偶氏尊尊] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. )