In the city of Haligarde, there is a most famous maple forest.

The maple forest is said to have been planted specially by General Hadu. Because he had been to Fengye Danlin once, and then he liked the red maple there.

It is a pity that because of the climate, these red maples have never been as good-looking as the maple forest of the Maple Leaf Danlin.

That evening, a person was standing quietly among the maple forest with his hands on his back, watching the bright moon in the sky intently.

Maybe he was a little old, or maybe the sickness was not healed. His figure was a little rickety, and in that large maple forest, he was extremely lonely.

There were waves of insects all around, and among their humming, they made the night quieter.

Immediately, a series of light and fine footsteps came, breaking Fenglin's silence.

Then, a crisp voice came: "My lord, it's time to take medicine."

As the voice fell, a petite and lovely maid came out from the corner of the trail.

On the tray in her hand, there was a bowl of steaming soup medicine. No matter how far away, you can smell the pungent smell from the decoction.

The man snorted and said faintly: "Well, you can put it down."

The maid immediately frowned and said softly, "My lord. The medicine is best to drink while it is hot~!"

The man couldn't help but sighed, then slowly turned back.

Through the moonlight, you can just see that man's face, it is the famous general, General Hadu, who frightened all Ruman people.

He smiled bitterly, looked at the little maid, and said: "Lilia, let go first, I'll drink it later. This thing is...it's so bitter..."

Lilia did not speak, but tried her best to widen her eyes, imitating the scary expression of the butler fat aunt as much as possible. Because among the people she knows, that fat aunt's appearance is the most scary, every time she stares her eyes, she scares herself to run fast.

Seeing her appearance, Hardu couldn't help but smile again, stretched out his hand reluctantly and picked up the bowl of soup.

He glanced at the medicinal soup, then bit his scalp and took a few sips, before putting it down. At this moment, I suddenly felt that the eyes of the little maid next to her brightened.

In desperation, he had to close his eyes and pour all the medicine down. Immediately after turning over the medicine bowl, he hissed with a dumb voice stimulated by the medicine, "Now is the head office?"

The little maid showed a satisfied look in her eyes, and hurriedly passed a large glass of honey water over.

Hardu took it and whispered'thank you'. Then he hurriedly poured a few mouthfuls of honey and rinsed his mouth vigorously.

When he was busy, the little maid blinked and saw a piece of paper in his hand, and some words could be vaguely seen on it. "Enemy, striker, reach..."

Her immature face couldn't help showing a worried look. The general is still extremely weak now and should have rested well, but he is still dealing with military affairs...

But Hadu was also aware of the drop in her sight, and he couldn't help but sighed slightly, shook the file in his hand, and said, "Lilia, what do you think of Lorraine on the opposite side?"

"He's a bad guy~!" Lilia said without hesitation, "Corruption and bribery, scraping the land, relying on a little white face to deceive the sincere emotions of the ignorant girl, murder and arson, bad things absolutely..."

Hardu couldn't help but laugh, the maid was startled, and tilted her head slightly in confusion, and said, "Sir, did I say something wrong?"

Hardu smiled and said, "Then how did I find out that you were reading the book he wrote the other day?"

The maid's pretty face flushed, but then she said, "I read the book only for myself. The person who writes well does not mean that he is not a bad guy.

Those who know a few words like this are all the worst~!

Ordinary people are illiterate and don't have the knowledge, no matter how bad they are.

And a literate guy like him can use knowledge to do evil, get out of the circle and then turn bad. "

Hadu immediately laughed and said, "Actually, he is not that bad either. He grabbed things and scraped the land and it was all scrapped by the nobles. It's not a bad thing."

The little maid snorted angrily, and said: "What did you scrape the nobles? He finished scraping the nobles, and when he turned around, those nobles still had to get harder and scrape back from the people.

It's better to scrape directly from the people, at least it's a little lighter. "

Hardu was at a loss for words.

The maid turned her head to look at him, and then said strangely: "My lord, aren't we enemies with that guy? Why are you suddenly helping that bad guy to speak?"

Hardu was silent for a while, and then sighed softly, and said, "Actually, I really want to be friends with him. Well, maybe it's because I'm also a bad person~!"

"Huh...huh...huh?"

Hardu said, "I really want to see how that young man is different from others. How can he be so shocking..."

Lilia was speechless for a while.

If she talks about Lorraine any more, then the adult who wants to make friends with Lorraine will also go in. But I want her to say good things, but I can't do it.

At this moment, a sudden burst of darkness came from the corner.

The darkness slowly drifted over like a thick fog.

The dense fog came over little by little, as if it were a living object, but the bright and clean moonlight around it was extremely strange.

The maid felt a burst of fear in her heart and couldn't help taking a half step back.

Immediately afterwards, a flower in front of her saw that Hadu's figure had been in front of her.

She looked at Hardu's tall back, and suddenly felt relieved.

At this moment, Hadu snorted coldly and said: "Don't pretend to be there, show up~!"

The little maid couldn't help but stunned, and said in her heart: Is that a person?

Out of curiosity, she was bold enough and cautiously poked her head from behind Hadu and looked over.

Immediately, I saw the thick black fog rolling up, and within a few breaths, it turned into a black robe man wearing a hood.

The little maid's eyes widened suddenly. Isn't that the one who has been with the general, and when the general is seriously ill, he is often by the major general's side. Isn't it the guy who gave him bad ideas?

When the maids and servants in the mansion were chatting gossiping together, they directly classified this guy into the ranks of the white-nosed treacherous ministers.

After the gray-robed man appeared, he leaned slightly, and said hoarsely: "My lord, didn't you find me?"

While speaking, he raised his head and glanced at the little maid.

The maid suddenly widened her eyes in horror.

Although the gray-robed man's face, hidden deep in the shadow of the hood, can't be seen clearly, but one can vaguely see that there are two groups of terrifying green eyes that glow like phosphor fire~!

Completely non-human eyes~!

The eyes were full of coldness and cruelty, like wild animals.

She was so frightened that her whole body was stiff, as if she found a snake crawling over her during a nap.

Hardu stared at him coldly. After a while, he raised his hand, threw the file in his hand over, and said slowly: "This is my new plan. According to this..."

He paused, then sighed lightly, and said, "Perform this..."

The gray-robed man's eyes suddenly burst into light, staring at Hadu's eyes and looking carefully for a long time, suddenly he burst out laughing and said: "As you wish, Lord General~! Jiejiejiejie..."

With that, he waved his long sleeve vigorously.

A burst of black smoke came out, completely enveloping his body, and then, the smoke rolled up and turned into a huge bat with blood-red eyes and fangs at the corners of its mouth.

The maid looked at it and screamed in shock, closed her eyes and shrank tightly behind Hadu, wagging all over her body.

The bat took a cold look at the maid, then fluttered its wings and flew into the sky. It disappeared in an instant.

The little maid was frightened, her mind had been confused, and she didn't know how she finally returned to the room, but when she was about to fall asleep, a thought suddenly flashed in her mind: things gather in groups, and people divide in groups. The general cooperated with this terrible monster. Is he a good person or a bad person...

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In October, Almohad's autumn was high and fresh, and a large group of soldiers carried their weapons, sparsely, and walked on the road lazily.

Ram, Archbishop Santos rubbed his faintly painful thigh, raised his head to look at the dazzling sun above his head, and cursed loudly: "Damn, it's October, it's still so hot~! I'll give him Almohad. The circle, this ghost place, that old lady Isabella..."

The guards next to him watched the uncle’s violent and swear words with his mouth shut, the slang of famous names from all over the place said a set, and he could only grinned bitterly, and said in his heart: I really agreed to that sentence, I learned a bad day. , Study for three years.

After only a few months of military life, after spending a long time with the rude Qiu Ba, the originally romantic and elegant Archbishop Santos has become more and more like a veteran.

In the impression of the guards, this tall, handsome, and knowledgeable archbishop didn't even say dirty work before, and was always polite and not loud when he spoke. There is always a sweet face on his face, like a **** stick...Bah, baah, smiles sincerely like a saint. In the event of a rainy day, you have to be petty bourgeoisie, and it is most of the sad autumn and spring of literary youth.

But after a few months of fighting, the gentle archbishop was tanned, his voice became thicker, his speech became rude, and his behavior became more and more casual. After riding too much, O-shaped looped legs began to appear.

The beard on the chin, running around all day, sweating and nowhere to wash, the whole person is dirty and smelly.

He even often squatted on the ground to eat, surrounded by his officers, and talked about all kinds of yellow jokes.

We must know that if the fork used by Archbishop Santos was not smooth, it would affect his appetite.

Not to mention the dirt in the nails. If the archbishop's nails were not beautiful at all, it would be like the sky falling down.

The guards secretly counted them together, wondering if the mistresses of the archbishop would go crazy or be frightened when they saw such an archbishop after returning. Or, as the archbishop expects now, seeing him so full of manly breath, he immediately trembled and fell softly under his big pants.

At this time, there was a burst of cheers from the front of the team, and someone shouted: "Here, here~!"

Archbishop Santos stepped on the stirrups to stand up from the horse, put his hands on his eyes and looked forward, and saw a gray-black city wall in the distance.

The banner of the peacekeeping force is on the wall. Waving in the wind.

Archbishop Santos breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "It's finally on time. You can take a hot bath in the evening."

Because during the exercise, the small universe suddenly broke out. Bishop Santos finally passed the assessment. However, he lost too many times. In fact, he was still at the bottom of the list.

Therefore, his troops did not turn on the main attack task, but followed behind to clear out the bandits and recruit all kinds of skirmishers. To maintain local law and order or something.

However, although this task seems simple and not much dangerous, it is also extremely difficult. Although the number of soldiers or bandits of the Southern Army who were broken up was not large, they ran around everywhere. Either way is to find a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Moreover, they are all small shares and small shares, and it is extremely troublesome to clean up.

Archbishop Santos is working hard to clean them up. It is rare to go back to the city for ten days and a half. Take a good rest.

This time, the task was completed easily, and the order to be transferred back to the main force was received. He was overjoyed at once, and could not take much into consideration, so he pulled the troops out.

After such a long journey, when I saw the army station in front and finally had a place to rest, Archbishop Santos felt so tired and uncomfortable. He was itchy from top to bottom, and his heart was unwilling for a moment. Bear with me.

This is a small town marked as the 27th Army Station, one of the destinations of the Fourth Army.

As for his original name, it has long been ignored. Everyone called this small town by the No. 27 Soldier Station, because it was called this name on the map.

This is a military material storage and transfer point located behind the battle line. Army regiments going south must collect enough supplies here, and then rush to the battle front hundreds of miles away. Such replenishment stations must be set up every two to three hundred miles.

Thanks to the efforts of the engineering troops, the original small town has disappeared, and now it has become a huge military supply warehouse.

The Fourth Army of the Holy See was stationed in a flat place outside the city. Archbishop Santos led several officers from the command headquarters with a long team of carriages to the barracks to receive supplies.

This was their last supply before entering the battle line, and Santos did not dare to worry about it.

After approaching, the first thing I saw was the eye-catching gap in the city wall. Nearby were the gravel piled up after the city wall collapsed, all of which were blasted away by artillery.

The peacekeeping forces attacking this small city are like attacking all the cities. They blasted dozens of artillery pieces at the wall for more than ten minutes. Of course, the thin wall of the small city could not stop the artillery fire.

After blasting the gap, the infantry swarmed up and the city was taken down. Because at this time there are not many living people near the wall. The remaining southern troops in the city either fled or surrendered.

The gap in the city wall was simply filled up by wood and gravel. It was easy to climb up.

At the gate of the city, a group of guards stood behind the horse, waved at Archbishop Santos and them, shouting loudly: "Stop, stop, check. Show your credentials."

Archbishop Santos froze for a moment, pointed at himself, and said, "We are our own."

The guard said impatiently: "Nonsense, of course I know it's my own."

"Why..."

With a wave of the guard, the guard interrupted Archbishop Santos' words, and said in an official tone: "This lord, this is a place of munitions. It is extremely important for the transportation of materials for hundreds of thousands of troops.

The safety here is related to the lives of hundreds of thousands of brothers like our old man and the army. If there is a mistake, the consequences are unimaginable.

There is an order from the peak, and everyone has to be checked.

So, I can only be sorry, my lord. "

Archbishop Santos glared at the guard in dissatisfaction. If he was replaced by another soldier and dared to talk to a legion commander like this, Archbishop Santos would have gone up to teach this rude fellow.

But even Archbishop Santos lost his temper when he encountered the logistics supply. Not only could he not be angry, but he had to be careful to laugh with him, and he felt very aggrieved.

Who made these grandsons hold supplies in their hands?

Annoyed them, although they dare not refuse to give the fixed amount of materials, they will change the way to add to the obstacles.

Either pick up something that is quick to mold, or even give it to something that is badly kept and damaged after the wind and sun.

For example, worm-grown flour, moldy rice, dried meat with maggots, military uniforms gnawed by rats, and so on.

I can only admit that I am unlucky when I get it, and I have nowhere to go.

Even though Lorraine and the Grand Duke of Julian have clear rewards and punishments for running the army, there is no way for the Lord Lorraine to come to such things as unspoken rules that are obviously not violated.

Material mildew and rat eating are normal losses, which are unavoidable in storage and transportation~lightnovelpub.net~ Usually, whoever sells it is unlucky.

To be fair, even if it’s in turn, it’s 80% good and 20% bad. If you are annoyed by logistics, just wait to receive 50% or 60% of the defective goods.

Even if the lawsuit is brought to the headquarters of the peacekeeping force for those who are not satisfied, there is no way to judge.

Now the logistics department is more unreasonable than the military law department and the gendarmerie.

Archbishop Santos stuck his neck and swallowed his breath. There was nothing he could do if he didn't swallow it. He really took the ordinary inferior product back, and the soldiers would point at him and curse his mother.

Archbishop Santos deserves to jump off his horse, pull out his credentials and pass it to the officer next to him.

"Fourth Legion..." The officer turned over carefully, then took out a form, and said to himself: "Fourth Legion, let me see..."

The officer hulled through a pile of paper, as if he was looking for something, but he couldn't find it.

Archbishop Santos sighed secretly. There have been too many such scenes this time.