Chapter 1049: Play literature with the master

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Hearing the sound, both of them couldn't help but turned their heads and looked towards the back wall in amazement. This chapter is updated by netizens]
I saw that the wall piled up with mud had already been blown up like bubbles, with the boss protruding inward, the wall peeling off, and the twisted and yellow weeds inside.
Before they could understand it, they heard loud calls from outside the wall.
"One, two~!"
Immediately, there was another loud noise.
With the loud noise, the clods on the wall couldn't help falling off.
The big man woke up first.
He yelled in a panic: "Someone~!"
Immediately afterwards, with a backhand, he drew out the long sword with a backhand. He swung the long sword and turned it into a silver light, cut his head at the young man, and shouted, "You betray me~!"
The young man also looked horrified. Seeing a cold light rushing towards his face, he had no time to think, and instinctively made an evasive action. Furiously turning around and leaning back, he was able to avoid the sword, but he twisted his body too much, stumbled and sat on the ground.
There was another muffled sound of "emptiness" at this time, and the dust accumulated on the beams and pillars fell like snow in patches.
A thick log with a diameter of more than one foot passed through the wall and penetrated into the house, and then quickly withdrew, leaving a large dòng broken open on the back wall.
Through the big dòng, you can see the shadowy soldiers outside the wall.
The big man didn't care about the people outside the wall. At this moment, he only wanted to kill the young man.
The young man fell to the ground at this time, unable to avoid it at all, he could only watch the long sword rushing towards his own bore, his eyes full of despair.
At this time, just listen to a ‘swish’.
A kitchen knife flew towards the big man, turning around.
The big man instinctively raised his hand and waved his sword to block, and flicked the flying chopper, and saw the old man Cào hurriedly ran out of the kitchen with a rolling pin.
As he ran, he yelled: "You corrupt undead dog tuǐ, let go of my nephew..."
In the fight with Hardu, he secretly helped, but it didn't matter. But... But war with the undead, that is another matter.
During the War of the Saints, those mass graves, towers of wraiths, and the remains of cities ravaged by the plague still stand on the northern land, telling people that the undead swept the land and wherever they went. A terrible encounter without leaving a inch of grass.
These people hate the evil undead~!
The big man closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them. At this moment, his eyes had turned into a weird black red.
He looked at the old man, smiled without anger, and hissed: "Okay, okay. You old dog, originally didn't intend to keep you alive. Since you have jumped out, you will be killed together~!"
As he said, he was about to rush up with his sword.
At this moment, another loud noise came.
Large tracts of soil were knocked into the house by a strong impact. Accompanied by the sound of mud clumps falling to the ground, the back wall was smashed into a large, half-person tall building.
Through the big dòng, we can clearly see the scene in the house.
A priest wearing a robes brutally pushed aside the soldiers squeezed in front of the dòng mouth, raised the staff in his hand, and shouted decisively: "Holy light~!"
Just this sound made the man's soul fly away
Then the light of rǔwhite sè shines through the big dòng into the room, and the light in the room is fully revealed.
Under the light, the darkness escapes.
Under the shining light of the holy light, the big man roared sharply like a beast, raised his arm in front of his eyes, slammed into the room, and rolled into the courtyard.
The yard was already full of soldiers at this moment, and the densely encircled chéng people wall, they held their fifteen-foot long spears flat, and stepped forward to surround him.
Behind him, the soldiers had already held up their long swords and shields, rushing in from the broken big dòng, blocking his escape route.
Behind the crowd, a loud voice shouted: "Listen, you dirty undead, you have been surrounded by our peacekeeping forces. Put down your weapons and surrender immediately. There is only a dead end to resistance."
The big man stood up from the ground with his sword, and raised his mouth with disdain.
He proudly looked at the soldiers of the peacekeeping troops in the courtyard, laughed loudly, and said: "Do you think you have won? Tell you that our offensive has just begun.
The power of the immortal race is beyond your imagination. Darkness will eventually cover the earth, and the ultimate victory belongs to us. "
The young soldiers couldn't help being pale after hearing what he said.
The overwhelming army of the undead, the hideous monsters, the chariot braving the blazing flames...Those things that only exist in the legend, will they really appear in front of you?
Has the great era of torrential torrents really come?
Although it may be a kind of pride for those great people to live in this era, but for these little people, they can only feel more how small and weak they are in the face of cruel fate.
That feeling of powerlessness can almost suffocate them all.
At this moment, a loud shout came from the crowd: "mlgbd~! You death spirit, you still pretend to be 213, playing Wenqing Faner~?"
All the soldiers burst into a roar of laughter.
In that laughter, the fear that had been shrouded in everyone's hearts was instantly swept away.
Archbishop Santos nodded, satisfied with what he had just said.
mlgbd~!
A long time ago, he had the urge to chōuya with big mouths when he saw those literary youths chanting poems under the windows of beautiful nv students.
However, his level is not high, and he doesn't understand literature as a very 213 tool for picking up girls. In case something comes out, he can only be ashamed.
But now it's different.
Now, he is Lord Luo Jue is a genuine little brother.
Lord Luo is not only a famous military strategist, politician, scientist, artist, inventor... but also a world-renowned writer.
Shocking gold, no one before, no one after.
The famous writer~!
After having hún with Lord Luo for so long, although I didn't learn much, it was the magnificent Lord Ferguson who said it. You can also make the kind of heroic double-body poems written by the old elders with any effort. It can also be regarded as one of the academic masters, the wailing brick family is called a beast.
If anyone dares to pretend to be literary and youthful, then don't be polite, the tiger is shocked, and the king is domineering. He was accused of ‘defiled literature’ casually and went straight to chōuya.
After the fight, everyone has to applaud themselves~!
Santos looked at the flames that burst out of the big man in a hurry, his heart was even more refreshing. Then he folded his hands, disdainfully said: "Since I play literature with my master.
The uncle will give you one too. What does that sentence say?
Oh, yes.
Prepare to celebrate your victory in and the undead high priest, grandson~!
Purification~! "
Afterwards, the blazing white light fell from the sky and surrounded the big man.
A billowing black smoke suddenly appeared from the whole body of the big man, and it burned violently from the inside to the outside amidst the harsh roar, and finally turned into a pile of ashes.
dark Knight?
In front of the surging archbishop, that was a scum.
At this time, the peacekeepers had dragged the young man out of the house and threw it on the ground. Before he could speak, a holy light fell on him.
The young man surrounded by the Holy Light had no reaction at all.
Archbishop Santos pushed aside the soldiers and walked out, surprised: "This guy is not a dark creature."
"Don't kill me~!" The young man lay on the ground and looked up at Archbishop Santos and pleaded: "I was threatened by them. I..."
He looked at the pile of ashes next to him, gritted his teeth one last time, and said: "I said, I said everything..."
Archbishop Santos looked at the young man up and down carefully, seeing that his panic look didn't seem to be pretended, and there was ruddy blood on his face, and he didn't look like some unknown undead creature.
Archbishop Santos waved his hand and asked everyone to let him go, saying: "Okay, tell me."
The young man grabbed a life-saving straw, and said quickly as if pouring beans: "This is their leader who just died. There are four teams in the city. They are responsible for making the inner luàn, and there is a troop in the Savage Ditch outside the city. "
"Hadu lurked troops outside the city?" Santos asked in surprise: "How is this possible?"
The young man nodded quickly and said anxiously: "Really, I swear, I saw three to five hundred people with my own eyes."
The officers and soldiers around, like Archbishop Santos, all made unbelievable expressions.
Grand Duke Julian and Lord Lorraine belonged to a peacekeeping force of 550,000, including the Ruman Empire and allies, the Holy See’s conscript army, and the Parthian Empire tens of thousands.
The Almohad New Army has continued to expand, and there are more than 70,000 people on the battlefield.
More than 600,000 soldiers are scattered on this land, and it can be said that there are banners everywhere, and most of the soldiers who cross the avenue are fully armed soldiers.
Hadu was able to pass more than three hundred miles of tightly guarded fronts, hiding hundreds of soldiers near the supply station.
Archbishop Santos róuróu asked in surprise and suspicion on his forehead: "What's the joke, how could Hardu do it?"
But immediately, he turned his mind and said in secret: Did his soldiers fly over, or what kind of weapon did he get from the Demon Race?
Thinking of this, Archbishop Santos' heart sank, a young man, and said in a deep voice: "Who are the people from the Southern Army? The Dark Knight? How did they come here?"
The young man shook his head and said, "The Dark Knight? No, no. The leader is Haddou's guard soldiers, and the others are soldiers from the Southern Army. They came in hiding in disguise as refugees."
"Disguised as a refugee..." Archbishop Santos breathed a sigh of relief.
This makes sense.
Because of the ongoing war, many southerners’ homes in the āo war zone were burned in the flames of war. They lost everything they had before and became unemployed refugees, unable to find a way out in the war zone.
Can only drag the family around to avoid the flames of war.
Even if there is not much loss, because the war zone has lost order, the peacekeeping force and the southern army are in a mess, and the livelihood of ordinary people is also difficult.
Not to mention that there are such bad-hearted puppies as the New Army.
They were more ruthless than the legendary, the most famous Devil General Sherman in the Mis Civil War. Do anything wrong in the front, either ānyín looting, or killing good and doing meritorious deeds.
Wherever the new army goes, it is like a swarm of locusts crossing the border, eating the place completely, and the local people cannot survive.
As a result, a large number of war refugees were produced, some fled to Khaligard, seeking safe asylum there.
But because the flames of war burned all the way south, they couldn't even run the speed of the flames of war, and more people chose to flee north.
Compared with survival, the noble face of the southerners is useless, and they have to go to the Yankees they have always despised for food.
On the continent that leads to the south, one can often see a steady stream of peacekeepers marching south on one side, and three to five groups of refugees on the other.
They carried the small children on their backs and the older children in their hands. They pushed the cart with all their family properties on their backs, and walked northward without expression to the shelter set by the Almohad Empire.
There they were turned into followers of Queen Isabella.
If Hadu’s soldiers are hún in the refugee ranks, it is easy to cross the peacekeeping front, but this also determines that their number cannot be too large.
Archbishop Santos breathed a sigh of relief. He sighed and looked at the young man on the ground, and said, "Boy, I'll give you a chance to survive. It's up to you whether you can grasp it."
The young man nodded hurriedly and said loudly, "You can let me do anything. In fact, I was caught by them too. They did what I did."
"Very good," Archbishop Santos smiled satisfied.
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The staff officer knocked on mén and walked in and saluted him. He kept his gaze straight, looking straight at the opposite wall, not daring to droop a bit.
Lorraine was stilting his feet on the table, half lying down in a large comfortable chair.
The charming and charming Vera wears a beautiful black military uniform with a small lapel nv soldier, her mouth is bulging with tight clothes, and it can be seen that even the buttons are barely buttoned.
A shiny silver badge was pinned to the collar, and a shiny black tie was worn on the gray shirt.
He wore a chic black boat-shaped hat slightly tilted on the top of his head, and a narrow skirt that was no more than a knee.
The whole person is in a saucy and heroic posture, sandwiching a different kind of charm.
This costume is Lorraine fully absorbed the image of the logo of the TV series nv agents, tailored for Vera.
Only Vera wears this outfit the most beautiful, and only Vera can wear that unique charm.
Catherine and the others were curious to try, but Catherine put on this suit, the nv king temperament soared all the way, rose to the top of the table, behind the desk, a powerful aura, more like the commander-in-chief of the peacekeeping force than the Grand Duke Julius.
Adele refused to accept this style of clothes because the ōng department could not support it.
At this moment, Vera was acting as the work of the little secretary, standing behind Lorraine, her small hands gently pinched on Lorraine's shoulders.
In this case, the staff officer's eyes didn't dare to glance, he put a stack of documents on Lorraine's desk, bowed and backed out.
Lorraine Nunu mouthed at the desktop, Vera pouted a small mouth, took the file, and handed it to Lorraine.
Then Lorraine stretched out his index finger and and clamped it like scissors.
Vera ran to the table diligently, opened the chōu drawer and took out a cigar, skillfully cut a section, and put it between Lorraine's fingers.
Then a pinch of white and tender fingers snapped a crisp finger, and a small group of flames jumped out from the fingertips and lit the cigar beside Lorraine's mouth.
Lorraine took a deep breath, slowly exhaled smoke, patted Vera's soft hands, and sighed, "This is what life is called."
At this time, the room mén was pulled away with a huff, and Silmelia was holding a group of horns in her hand, and she walked in quickly with a fragrant breeze. As soon as she entered mén, she said crisply: "Did you see it?"
Lorraine asked puzzledly: "What?"
Silmelia's smiling eyes were all curved, and he said happily: "That fellow Santos, just smashed an enemy's plot at the 27th station."
"Santos? Station No. 27?" Lorraine had too many things in his mind. After recalling it, he remembered the report that Archbishop Santos called yesterday, saying that the Dark Knight was found at Station No. 27 and was assisting the defenders. Manhunt.
"What crushed the enemy's plot?" Lorraine asked.
Hillmelia pointed to the file Lorraine put on her knee, and said, "Have you not read it yet?"
Lorraine shrugged with a cigar in his mouth.
Hilmelia crossed her fingers, elbows on the table, and smiled with satisfaction: "Hadu has worked hard. It is said that it took a month to lurch outside the 27th Army Station. A force of just over 300 people."
"Oh?" Lorraine stunned, flipped through the files in his hand, found the report of Archbishop Santos, quickly scanned aside, then dropped the files, mō said with his chin, "This is worth noting. Last time on the 69th. The barracks were taken, and it caused me a lot of trouble. The operation on the western line was postponed for a week, and this time it came again..."
"Is that right?" Hilmelia clapped her hands and laughed: "Fortunately, the Dark Knight who entered the city was spotted by Santos, and only then solved their plot. The hundreds of soldiers Hadu lurked outside the city were also ranked The members of the Fourth Army gave a pot to serve, and none of them ran away. Haha..."
Hillmelia covered her mouth gracefully, and smiled triumphantly: "Let me just say, the people under me are always useful."
Lorraine nodded and solemnly said: "The war has been fought for too long, and the soldiers in the rear are a bit paralyzed. Maybe I should ask them to see the tragic situation of the 69th station after the destruction. Let this gang be careless. Guys wake up."
Hilmelia affirmed: "It really should. It is estimated that Hardu's target is focused on our supply station. If this fails, he will definitely turn to the next one."
Lorraine let out an "um" and said, "We have to be vigilant. These military stations are important nodes in our entire battlefield network ~ EbookFREE.me~ each of them is responsible for the logistics of a section of the front.
Especially now it's autumn, this battle is estimated to be in winter, and winter clothing is already being stored logistically. Although the winter in Almohad is not as cold as Ruman, the temperature will drop. Not enough clothes to keep out the cold. Just a flu is enough to put all of our army down.
I guess Hardu came to our winter clothes. Because of its location at the back, the No. 27 Army Station stores 200,000 sets of winter clothes. Quite important. "
As he said, Lorraine shook his head and said: "The new army guys, we don't have any secrets at all.
Hardu’s spies went deep into the new army, and with a little effort, they could find out about the logistics of the peacekeeping force. "
Hilmelia suddenly realized, nodded and said: "Well, I said, the most valuable goal behind the front is why the enemy didn't choose a heavily guarded military station."
At this time, a long hearty laugh came, and the voice came first before anyone arrived.
Lorraine couldn't help but shiver.