Chapter 1248: This is the art of war

"Is there a fourth division outside the city?" City Lord Brad snarled angrily, clenching Bender's collar. www.)
City Lord Brad was born in the royal family and received the most elite systemic education of the Semis since he was a child. When he was young, he had experienced many years in the central area and had seen many strong winds and waves. He has rich experience in governance. It can be regarded as the old bureaucrat on the side.
Although Lord Brad has no ambitions, it does not mean that he is weak and incompetent.
A group of unscrupulous assassins, at best, are just a bunch of small thieves, and they won't pop out three or five batches in any month and year.
The dignified city lord, who is in power and holding a heavy hand, doesn't care about them.
As long as the little thieves dared to jump out, the Lord of the City could easily destroy them as long as they flipped their hands.
After all, Caribbean City has tens of thousands of city defense troops, a full regular division, and an fleet, which can be transferred into the city to assist if necessary.
Not to mention, there are as many as thousands of guards brought by the city lord himself.
Except for the regular field forces for regional defense, this powerful armed force has no rivals in the entire Caribbean.
As long as he gave the order, the troops would close the city and search from house to house, and maybe the time to go to the toilet, they would catch all the thieves.
It's just that City Lord Brad didn't want to do such a big deal. He made the Caribbean so much trouble for a few little gangsters. It can only seem that he, the City Lord, has failed.
Lord Brad, as a nobleman, can lose everything else, but he must not lose face~!
but……
But once the Fourth Division was blended in, the taste of the whole incident changed.
From a general public security criminal case, it suddenly became a serious political incident.
It is no exaggeration to say that this will be a conspiracy mutiny~!
Therefore, Lord Brad had to seriously consider the worst case.
Since the establishment of the Fourth Division to the present, he has not paid attention to the troops stationed in the Caribbean defense area.
He knew very well in his heart, the Fourth Division. What is it?
From top to bottom are the lackeys of Prime Minister Madolins. None of the officers is a child of the seven royal families. They are all small officers selected from below.
A discerning person knows at a glance. The purpose of their establishment is to check and balance the seven royal families.
If only this is the case, then the problem is not too big.
After all, the struggle between the royal family and the undead is not one time or two. But in the end, both parties compromised with each other.
But this time it was not the same.
When they select officers, they specifically select those small officers who are fanatical, reckless, radical, rejoicing, and simple-minded to come in and serve as the backbone of the army.
The more you can brag about 13, the higher you can climb. Rise fast. As a result, more and more officers joined the bragging 13 team.
These officers are more and more likely to brag 13, and they are more and more able to brag 13.
So that the army was filled with a strange morbidity from top to bottom, just like a patient with a high fever of 52 degrees, talking all kinds of nonsense all day long.
What Semitic is the best nation in the world.
What is the use of iron and blood to punish the country's thieves within half a month.
What is fighting for the revival of the Semites. Compete for greater living space.
What is the tens of thousands of army expedition across the sea, 30 days to push Ruman, 70 days to destroy the human race. Let me figure it out by myself, how dare I, I'll report to Lord Mayor of you right away. "
Lord Brad said: "How are you going to make trouble?"
Bender said anxiously: "Just find a bunch of people to yell in front of your lord. We don't have the guts. It was the man named Cal Homan who forced us. Sir, I am a good person, I am really a good person~!"
City Lord Brad sneered, the big fat man in front of him was cheated. Skinning and sucking bones have done all the bad things, and still have the face to call themselves good people.
Lord Brad walked left and right with his hands behind his back and his face gloomy. After thinking about it for a quarter of an hour, City Lord Brad suddenly stood in front of Bender and said: "I'll give you a chance."
Bender nodded quickly, his expression as obedient as a pupil.
Lord Brad said: "You will make trouble for me tomorrow."
Bender squatted on the floor in shock, crying in mourning: "My lord, I don't dare."
Brad kicked him with anger and cursed: "I allow it. If you don't do it, I will kill you now."
"Yes, yes..." Bender nodded tremblingly.
City Lord Brad finally showed a smile and said: "You have never been to me. Butler. Find a few people to send Mr. Bender back."
As soon as the butler bowed, he stepped forward and pulled Bender up.
Bender stepped back and kept bowing to the lord until he walked out of the door.
A few civilian guards caught him and left the city lord's mansion through the small door. It was not until he got into the carriage that Bender felt wet and cold under his hips.
City Lord Brad raised his hands and stretched out facing the already shining sky outside the window. Muttered: "It's dawn soon."
An hour later, with the rooster's announcement, the bustling Caribbean city woke up from sleep.
People go out of their homes and start a busy day at work. The poor have no time to appreciate the sunrise.
In their eyes, this day is as busy as usual, but at the same time boring and boring. No one knows that a huge crisis is hanging over them.
At 1 o'clock in the morning, it was the busiest time for the people in the city, and the crowds in twos and threes walked up the hillside.
Fritz and his men were mixed in the crowd, dressed in the same clothes as ordinary citizens.
Fritz squeezed the weapon in his arms through his clothes and nodded to his accomplice not far away to show his safety.
The Caribbean is business as usual, and the guard soldiers passing by are still lazy, complaining about the scorching weather.
There is nothing unusual about the military camp in the city.
Fritz secretly breathed a sigh of relief: a good start is half the battle.
The subordinates who stepped on the spot in the morning also told him that the city gate was still unimpeded without any reinforcement.
As an experienced killer, Fritz knows that no matter how good the plan is, it cannot keep up with changes, and can only control everything in his own hands.
At this time, the crowd slowly walked up the mountain road, walked through the rich areas in the city, and walked onto the square in front of the city's main mansion.
The soldiers guarding the City Lord’s Mansion did not seem to feel anything unusual.
The square in front of the door is the place with the best Caribbean view, and people come up to enjoy the magnificent scenery of Caribbean City every day.
As time went by, more and more people came up, and finally attracted the attention of the guards.
Fritz circled the castle mansion with a professional eye, and carefully observed the soldiers in front of the castle mansion.
After traveling north and south for more than ten years, Fritz has a vicious eye, and he can tell whether the soldiers are abnormal at a glance.
Obviously, the soldiers in front of the city lord's mansion didn't know anything.
Fritz was more confident in today's action, and couldn't help but signal a "normal" gesture to his companion not far away.
There was a burst of excitement in his heart: As long as he made the vote today, killed the old guy, and drilled into the barracks of the Fourth Division, his life's glory and wealth would be obtained.
There is no longer any need to put your head on your trouser belt to make a few small dollars.
The soldiers guarding the City Lord's Mansion saw that the flow of people was increasing, and the crowd slowly approached the gate, and immediately stepped forward to block the crowd and waved to drive them away. Impatiently said: "Go away, go away. Go away quickly."
"Why?" A young man stubbed his neck and exclaimed unconvincedly: "Your family?"
The soldier was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and waved his long sword. Angrily cursed: "Get out of here, don't go and stab you."
"Come on," the young man stretched his neck in front of the soldier, yelling: "Fighting like this, not beating is a bitch..."
The soldier's anger was instantly ignited, and he turned the scabbard with the sword and patted the young man's neck, and slapped him to the ground with a "slap".
After the young man fell to the ground. Holding his head and shouting loudly: "The city guard hit someone, the city guard hit someone~!"
The surrounding visitors gathered around with a ‘hula’ and started making loud noises.
"Is there any reason~!"
"Our taxpayers' money has raised a bunch of evil dogs."
"We must give us an explanation today."
"Let the manager come out, and the beating is justified...The angry emotions of the crowd were quickly ignited, and they gathered in front of the City Lord's Mansion and made a big noise.
The soldiers guarding the gate immediately called for reinforcements when the situation was not good, and set up a wall of people in front of the gate to block the crowd who yearned for it.
The troublemakers and the soldiers pushed and shoved, forcing the soldiers to retreat again and again.
"Today's matter must give us an explanation~!"
"The city lord comes out. We have grievances."
"Lord City Lord, we are going to sue... People are getting more and more dissatisfied. Some people have begun to punch and kick the soldiers who blocked them.
The soldiers were also unceremonious, and immediately fisted back.
A pot of porridge was suddenly stirred up in front of the door. The crowd was getting closer and closer to the city gate, only a dozen steps away.
After a while, another group of soldiers emerged from behind the door.
They stood under the gate, showing their weapons directly.
The leading officer shouted: "Intruder, die~!"
The soldiers behind him yelled in unison with a strong momentum.
The loud sound suddenly overwhelmed the noise at the door, and clearly passed into the ears of everyone present.
The crowd was quiet for a moment.
Those ordinary people were immediately afraid, although they were shouting loudly, they dared not go any further.
"It's almost time." Seeing this, Fritz nodded to his companion. Sending out the signal of preparation, hiding in the crowd slowly took out the weapon.
After the incident, if the city lord does not come out, they will rush in.
Fritz's people dispersed, radioactive distribution, and slowly moved forward.
It was noisy for ten minutes. Lord Brad didn't seem to hear it, and no one in the gate came out to appease the crowd.
As a result, the people who felt despised became more angry and their roars became louder.
Fritz looked around, and said to himself: That foolish city lord was probably scared.
In his opinion, these nobles are all a bunch of soft pussies, incompetent guys, except for showing off their power and deceiving the widows, they have no real ability.
Fritz's opponent nodded, and gestured to prepare to attack. Since the old guy didn't come out, they went in.
This is better. I have long heard that the Caribbean city lord has made a lot of treasures by smuggling. As long as he takes a few pieces, it is a lot of money.
Suddenly there was a "boom" drum.
This sound was like a heavy beating in Fritz's heart, and Fritz's heart jumped instantly--it was the sound of war drums.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The transparent drum sound became faster and louder.
The soldiers blocking the crowd in front of the door withdrew back in blocks. The rioting crowd was stunned for a while, not knowing what happened.
Fritz and his comrades were shocked and looked at each other across the crowd, their eyes full of panic.
"I was found~!" Fritz cursed secretly, "I knew I shouldn't believe that little boy."
At the same time, he put away his weapons and stepped back step by step, even ignoring his companions.
Fritz and the others knew very well that they couldn't run especially at this time, and they would immediately become a conspicuous target when they got up.
There was a loud bugle from the gate.
"Go forward!" Following the command of the officer, a group of heavily armored infantry with top helmets and shields stepped out from the gate with heavy steps.
With the sound of their scrabbling footsteps, the armor clashed with karakra.
The soldiers' unrelenting aura immediately shook the people outside the door, and they hurriedly backed away to avoid.
Fritz knocked down several people one after another, and quickly squeezed to the end of the crowd. He raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat and was about to turn away. The road behind him also made the sound of a group of soldiers approaching neatly.
Fritz looked back and saw that the way back was blocked by densely packed soldiers. The front row was still heavily armored, followed by pikemen and archers.
Even if he was given a team of people, Ma Fritz could not rush out.
The soldiers who walked out of the gate showed their swords and pointed at the crowd and ordered: "If you don't want to die, hold your head and squat down."
"Squat down~!"
"Squat down~!"
"Squat down... With a stern call, everyone saw the panicked expression on the other side.
"Oops, it's a hit~!" Fritz immediately took out the weapon in his arms, pressed his thigh and released his hand, letting the weapon fall, and then pretending to swim with the crowd before coming to another intersection. I was pleasantly surprised to find that this place has not been blocked by soldiers.
Fritz blew a whistle~EbookFREE.me~ to signal to his companions, and then walked a few steps close to the side of the road, saw a narrow alley, immediately plunged in, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. Secretly made up his mind to go back to Cal Horman to settle accounts.
At this moment a fishing net fell from the sky, covering Fritz with his head.
Fritz was caught in his feet and fell heavily to the ground. Fritz trapped in the net was dragged into a small door by a strong force.
Several shimmering swords pointed at his neck.
Fritz's heart sank and saw a tall officer standing before him.
The officer laughed with a mouthful of white teeth, and said triumphantly: "Boy, do you know what this is? This is the art of war. There are three corners. Hahahaha..."
The soldier on the side immediately came up to flatter him, and said diligently: "My lord is wise."
"That's..." The officer raised his neck, his face covered with red light, and said: "This is what the second master Lei taught back then." RQ