: Eight hundred thirty-eight boiling sea (3)

　　838 boiling sea
The strong wall of Mecca’s defensive line became blank in the early hours of the third day. Because of the fierce battle last night, the tired Nord army did not even know when the Falcon defender left Mecca and smoked the house, The ruins full of gravel prove that the Falcon Army took everything that could be taken away before leaving, leaving only an empty shell,
Crimson Jordo, who received the report, looked at the city gate that was wide open in front of him, and his mood was as uncomfortable as being forced to take a sip of liquor. In just a few days, the Nord army had been in this In front of the fortress known as a strong wall, it paid a total of more than 22,000 casualties, but now it is really in its hands, Crimson Jordo seems hesitant, "Is the door I opened a victory? Or is it a A door to disaster?"
Thinking that he had made a three-day military order to break the city before his majesty, Crimson Jordo could not control that much. He rode on his horse and looked at the dark city road in front of him with a complex look. Working hard to clean up the city road blocked by the rubble, the horseshoe stepped back and forth unsteadily, knocking on the rubble of the city road, making a crisp echo, the broken small stone was hit by the horseshoe from time to time, A crackling sound made on the wall,
"Sorry, I'm afraid it's very slow to dig!" said the captain of the guard next to Crimson Jordo. "The Falcon Army has given up Mecca. Why don't we send people into the city and dig in two directions, so it's not saving Half the time!"
"This is a good way!" Crimson Jordo agreed with the captain of the guard, and ordered people to cross the wall from the castle wall and enter the city, and then dredge from the two ends of the channel to the middle at the same time. This work continued until noon. There was a cheering voice "pass, pass" inside,
　　The deep Mecca city road is a 17-meter-long stone wall city road, and the light outside the city cannot fully enter, so in the middle of the city road, the dredging forces inserted two torches. Crimson Jordo, as the chief person in charge of attacking Mecca, was naturally qualified to pass through this extraordinary city road for the first time, and the empty city road seemed to be indifferent.
　　 He stopped the horse when he was in the middle of the city road, and with his right hand dignified, he gently stroked the cold city road wall next to him. A cold feeling came from the palm of his hand.
　　 "Adult. Are you this?" the captain of the guard who followed was puzzled.
　　 Crimson Jordo didn't answer him, withdrew his hand, the captain of the guard saw the blood on his right hand, which had been half-solidified,
　　 "Adult. This is not necessarily your fault. On that day, you have tried your best!"
The guard captain's face was dull. These should be the blood of Nord soldiers. Obviously, the Falcon Army did not have extra time to clean the battlefield. Although there were 6,000 Nord soldiers surrendering on the same day, there were still some The young Nord soldier was buried alive by the collapsed rubble,
The Falcon Army cleaned up their bodies, but they didn’t care much about the blood on the wall. It was just a matter of careless brushing. The weather was cold, and the blood on the wall quickly became blood clot, which was touched by hand. , Is a first-hand blood,
It is said that because too much blood has penetrated into the stone gap between the city roads, it is cold and wet inside the city road. Until 100 years later, some people undoubtedly touched the red in one hand. This is also known as the "Mecca blood wall". The testimony of that chaotic world. Of course, some botanists believe that it is a unique soil in Mecca, which is caused by red clay. In the construction of Mecca City, the original designer, in order to make up for the problem of gaps in the stones, are prone to gaps. There was a lot of red clay between the slits.
　　 Crimson Aldo stared at his right hand for three minutes before starting to move forward. The dull atmosphere seemed extremely depressed
With the light of the torch of the city road, Crimson Jordo looked forward while looking at the countless blood stains on the walls of the two sides of the city road. There were blood fingerprints on the opposite wall that were touched in a panic. There are also long marks left in the despair by scratching the wall with angry hands,
These traces solidified with blood are like a knife carved into his heart. It is conceivable that the Nord soldier who finally retired here that day is holding a desperate state of mind and looking at his only On the way, he collapsed before his own catapult,
　　 That kind of desperate mentality makes everyone here enough to become a lingering soul,
"Coward, Crimson Eldor, you are a coward who escapes! You have abandoned everyone and the soldiers who love you! You let them bleed and sacrifice, but in a blink of an eye, they went to the king to invite merit, and you are a disgrace. People!"
　　Every time I saw a fingerprint, how long did Crimson Er feel like he was hovering these low voices of injustice, the scene of the day kept coming to mind, countless ferocious black armored cavalry, driving a large number of broken troops to attack like a tide,
　　 flipped over, the head rolled down, despair, fear, and stern shouts filled the battlefield. These soldiers were finally trapped here because of their mistakes, and their culprit, but lived well,
"Could it be that one of the duties of General Nord, who is known for his integrity, is to abandon his men and escape?" Thinking of the meeting, all the generals praised the decisiveness made at that time, and Crimson Jordo felt irresistible. Frustrated, it seems that the beliefs of the past brave are shaking.
　　 "War is not a game for cold-blooded people! Since the punishment has already been made, there is no need to hold on to some small details!" The fat man threw half of the quill pen on the ground angrily
　　 In front of him, Prais, the person in charge of the adjutant office, picked up the scattered reports on the ground one by one with a wry smile.
These are reports of some southern generals who accused General Ruandi in the battle in Mecca, saying that Ruandi's hands and feet were not clean, and often used some military supplies to subsidize himself. On several occasions, without any excuses, some nobles from Mecca were taken home. Others said that Ruandi secretly peddled the U.S. to sell military weapons and suspected of collaborating with the enemy.
As the former Minister of Military Affairs of Ruierdian, Prais had seen too much about such internal dumping. In fact, everyone knows why, at this moment, suddenly there were so many southern generals who pointed the finger Ruandi, who has just completed the military achievements of the Philippines,
Who told this guy to go shit, somehow from the head of a local flag, was promoted by leapfrog to the head of the Central Military Banner directly under His Majesty Falcon, plus a glorious record of 7,000 dozen 60,000, almost catch up Your lord Falcon is lucky,
This is good for the Northern generals who have been fighting for a long time. Having seen the promotion speed of Varisian, it is not too much to have a Ruandi. Your Majesty’s promotion of newcomers has been increasing in the past two years. It’s a good thing. The Falcon dynasty is rewarded with military merits. This time it was Varisian. Maybe it’s you next time.
For the Southern Army, which has not been able to fight for years, this problem is very eye-catching. Ruandi’s good luck is like a super light bulb. I want to prevent the Southern Generals who have no achievements for years from being jealous, too Difficult!
　　 "Why does your Majesty worry about such a person! How can these short-sighted generals know that a Mecca made His Majesty pick up a peerless majesty"
Prais said with solemn consolation that only he knew that His Majesty the Falcon was at the last moment, and suddenly ordered Hukoki to lead the Central Cavalry to provide assistance to Mecca. In addition to tactically hitting the Nords, he was caught by surprise. Why can't you taste this rare talent
"Let you look at the joke, I don't want to be angry, but these guys are too hateful!" The fat man said helplessly. "There are no perfect people, everyone has shortcomings, I have checked, this Ruandi private dealer Weapons are just some of the old products that have been eliminated, and all the property obtained is subsidized into the army.
The soldiers wore winter clothes in winter, but he couldn't afford even better clothes. As the head of the flag stationed on the side, he couldn't afford the woman's request for the 1,000 gold coins. ,
So at the critical moment, the soldiers are willing to rely on their lives, otherwise, who dare to say that they can fight against 60,000 Nord elites with 7,000 defenders~EbookFREE.me~The battle is fierce day and night, only 7,000 people survive 120 People, everyone is like this, these guys have not forgotten to step on the back!
If the war is not imminent, I must reorganize the Southern Army, and spend the whole day chaos and chaos to live a happy life. If you fight for each other and look at each other bulgingly, you will be jealous if you are a little good. It’s about to be worn away by peace.

　　 "Isn't His Majesty always planning to rectify the Southern Army?" Praise, who has always been serious, suddenly said mysteriously on his face
　　" Otherwise, why did His Majesty transfer the Governor-General Statunko to Salander to support the affairs, and his elite 30,000 Southern Army also transferred to Salander Island,
　　Still staying in Riva Cheze now, isn't it the army who lived a happy life as mentioned by His Majesty's mouth?
　　 Your Majesty threw these people to the Nords, it should be premeditated."
　　 "Haha, it turns out that you can also see "The fat man smiled awkwardly." To be honest, I transferred Statunko because he was in the South for too long.
　　Even if he doesn’t have any ideas, as a coach, it is inevitable that he will have various disputes with his generals,
　　The Southern Army was established by him. If there is him, it is difficult for me to directly adjust the Southern Army. Instead of using the Nord hands, I can test the combat strength of the Southern Army.
　　 Worth staying for reuse, not worthwhile immediately dismiss,
　　 I believe Statunko is also very clear about this,
　　 Otherwise, I will not be at ease to stay on the island of Sarande, and completely ignore the Southern Army affairs! "