Law of the Devil

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(second today ~)

Chapter 543 [Mercenary Group (below)]

In the barracks, mercenaries dressed in different armour, with different weapons, lazy walking back and forth, some simply sitting on the rocks on the side of the road drinking alcohol, some chatting in triple threes, others stripping off their tops, at the side of the corner, beside a large group of people watching the war and screaming well, even people wagering!!

In terms of the distribution of tents in the camps, it can only be said that they are chaotic! There is no neat military presence at all!

These mercenaries from the North and South China Sea, although they have registered, received their own mercenary status and have also acquired their status in this' infantry battalion ', do not live by the standards of the Imperial Army at all and are often automatically united by many applicants from the same mercenary regiment. Throughout the camp, several well-known large groups of mercenaries occupied a separate camp, while the lone fighters lived scattered around.

There was even a ridiculous situation, where dozens of soldiers nominally belonging to a group, possibly partly from the A-mercenary group and partly from the B-mercenary group, ended up in a group of soldiers scattered throughout the camp.

Three hundred soldiers and a few registrars sent by General Andrei have no control over these men and can only maintain the simplest order: no fighting, no fighting, no making trouble. Just do it.

Watching the noisy camp in front of me, the guy at the front door sighed and muttered: “I'm really starting to get headaches right now, the boss sent me this task, it's killing me! There's no punishment like that...”

Teng!

The man rolled over his horse, his thick, fat body, like a mountain, and as he walked, his armor clashed with a curved knife hanging between his waist, making a clanging sound. Although the armor was already the largest, it was still ridiculous to put on his fat body.

He walked to the position of the flagpole at the entrance to the camp and suddenly pulled out a curved knife between his waist, lifting his hand and brushing!

A snowy knife, severely chopped on that bowl of thick flagpoles! The flagpole crunched and collapsed!

This tremendous movement immediately startled everyone around! Whether it's drinkers, braggards, walkers, horns, lookouts, gamblers, they're all looking right at us!

“Fuck! This fat son of a bitch cut our flag!!!! ”

I don't know who shouted first, but the surprised people woke up!

That's good!? Although no one is a real soldier, at least now we all know that if someone chopped off their flag in the army, it would be a shame!!

Boom, all the mercenaries' faces show anger, and many others have lit up their weapons! Which one of these mercenaries, who's been dead half his life, hasn't seen a bloody character? Which one is Ken's loser?

These people are pouring up, and a lot of people are already looking at the fat man with bad intentions.

“Cut our flags! Guys, cut this fat pig!! ”

A sigh of drinking, everyone was about to rush forward, and the fat man was about to be mutilated by everyone...

“Who dares!! ”

Fatty suddenly raised his eyebrows and his eyes shouted like a muddled thunder!

More than a dozen cavalry men behind him, neat horseback steps forward, horseback moves as neat as a ruler! A dozen cavalry members have already picked up all the spears mounted on horses. A dozen spears are usually raised, albeit in small quantities, as if with a fierce kill, shining sharp spear tip, in a neat row, against those about to gush.

“Ten steps back! Or I'll kill you! ”

Though there are hundreds of frivolous mercenaries in front of them, these dozen cavalry soldiers are frightened, riding on horses, holding the spear arm steady as a rock, one face at a time filled with indifference, just cold looking at the people in front of them, eyes filled with a natural manifestation of disdain and contempt!

Humph... a bunch of people are not in the hearts of these people, they have fought with the real elite Holy Knights in blood! These people can't even see enough. Though there are many of them, and perhaps a lot of highly skilled men, these cavalry men believe that as long as their dozen or so men do not fall apart, an assault can destroy them!

The mercenaries were shocked. The guys who went north and south were quite eye-catching. At first glance at the situation, the other party was afraid of something big! The dozen cavalry men on horseback, raised their spears, made a neat move, and that frivolous kill was definitely a real elite climb out of the bloody sea of Mount Death!

Front row begins when someone unconsciously retreats.

Brush!

At this point, the fat man who chopped the flagpole, touched a military order out of his arms, opened it in his hand, and loudly proclaimed: "Commander of the Empire! I praise you for your loyalty and courage! All conscripts are hereby awarded the number of the Independent Special Forces Regiment in the Northern Warring Zone of the Empire! Salaries from the First Legion Example! As recommended by the Duke of Tulip, he became the seventh knight of the Empire, former cavalry leader of the Tulip Legion, General Lombardon, and temporarily commander of the Special Legion! ”

After reading it, Fatty rubbed the order in his hand into a bunch, stuffed it in his arms, and then suddenly jumped onto a rock next to him, staring at the hundreds of mercenaries in front of him and yelling viciously: “You hear me? Sons of bitches! From now on, I'm your leader, your leader, your boss! It's the boss who manipulates your power of life and death!! My name is Lombardon. Remember my name! Remember carefully!! Because from now on, every word I say is an order! Orders must be completed without compromise! Whoever dares not, break his leg and throw him out of the barracks! ”

Boom!

There's a noise down there.

Officer, is this fat man the leader of the army? Some bright-eyed guys have seen the look of armor worn by Lombardon and a dozen of his cavalry men, and some mercenaries who have been to the northwest recognize this armor immediately!

That's the unique style of the Tulip Army!

Longbottom? Is he Longbottom?

In the Northwest Tulip Family Territory of Tessa Province, no one knows the majesty Lombardon?!

A lot of people immediately shut their mouths and carefully retreated.

And there are still people who haven't been to the Northwest who scream, "Officer! I don't believe in officers! Why do you care about us? I only listen to our mercenary commander! You fat bastard, why should I listen to you!! ”

“Why?” Lombardon gave a slight smile, yelling out loud: “Listen up! Much more than I kill! ”

“Murder! You think we've never killed anyone before?” A guy in the front row started screaming and a lot of people laughed a few times.

Lombardon jumped off the rock and walked to the talker, silent, suddenly lifted a foot and kicked the guy's stomach!

The man screamed and was kicked into his body and bowed like shrimp rice, flying straight out! He rolled a few rolls on the ground, couldn't even stand up and curled himself into clumps.

Everyone can see clearly, Fatty's foot, and the armor in front of each other is directly kicked!

“Bastard!” Fatty scolded coldly: “Talk to me, sir! There are no rules at all, little man. ”

Speaking of which, his eyes swept through a circle, and everyone was a dead man, but those who came into contact with Fatty's eyes couldn't help but beat the drums back in their hearts - the Fatty's eyes were so amazing! Like an animal that looks like a man.

“You've killed people? Damn it!” Lombardon spat his mouth, then yelled with his chin: “No 10,000 or 8,000 of those barbarian cavalry men I killed on the Northwest Meadow! I killed three generals and six commanders myself during the rebellion of the Northwest Army! Which one of you kills more people than I do, stand up and show me! ”

Holy shit!

Love is a killer demon king!

Everyone suddenly silenced, and just now everyone with a brutal face felt short.

Dead fatty people don't make any sense with these people. Fatty, born with a knife and meat, knows very well that when dealing with these fatal fatalities, only you are tougher than them will they be angry with you!

Reasonable? Does that make sense to most people who can't even write their own names? Fist first, whose fists are tougher, who's toughest, they'll be pissed off who's the boss!

The fat man turned back to his own man, and as soon as he lifted his hand, a dozen rides dropped the spear, while removing a large leather bag hanging on the horse, looking like the son of a bitch, he also made a noise.

As more than a dozen cavalry soldiers simultaneously unwrap the mouth of the leather bag and dump it out. Suddenly, the eyes of all the spectators burst out!

More than a dozen poured in leather bags, all gold coins!

The golden gold coin, leaning out of the leather bag, fell on the floor, more than a dozen large leather bags leaked empty, afraid of thousands of gold coins!

Though these mercenaries are traveling north and south, most of them are not wealthy and most of their interests in hunting warcraft are exploited by black-hearted merchants. It is rare for a mercenary to have a dozen gold coins in his home!

Thousands of gold coins were poured in front of each other, instantly making people look different. Some of them look disdainful, but many more have a slight expression of desire or greed.

“Listen to me! I just cut your flag! Because I was angry when I came to see you guys! A bunch of chaotic people! Are you going to join the barracks? A bunch of armed civilians! Don't make fun of your boring qualifications as mercenaries in front of me! Was it great hunting monsters? That's a hunter! Not soldiers!! You don't deserve a flag yet! That's why I cut it! ”

Lombardon grabbed a gold coin and deliberately unwrapped his finger and let it slide, "Now listen, on the first day of the day, I don't give many orders! Everybody, if there's one who's willing to stay here and fight hard and earn a reward, follow my orders and let a qualified soldier! I don't care what kind of mercenary you used to be or what, in my place, it's a soldier! Anyone who wants to stay, come here and collect two gold coins first! It's my first salary and reward! If you want to go...”

Fatty says here and turns to the camp door: “The door is right there! Go back and forth! Go home and be your hunters! I want soldiers, not hunters! ”

After that, Lombardon randomly ordered a few people in the front row who looked at themselves with fear, ticking their fingers: "You! You and all of you, come here! You guys are in charge of distributing the gold here! Two per person! Whoever dares to take more, whoever dares to steal more by force, will be cut off by me! These coins belong to everyone. If anyone takes more money, it's to rob everyone's money! You're welcome. Just cut it! Dead man, I'm in charge! ”

Afterwards, Fatty led a dozen people to the camp without looking at the pile of gold coins, and walked in front of the people in front of him. Without waiting for him to come, he quickly separated to both sides to make way.

A moment later, a fat, fat voice came from the camp. Turns out he brought people into the best terrain, dry leeward, and the biggest tent.

Turns out that big tent has already been occupied by the largest group of mercenaries, and fat people come in and blow people out after a shout.

“Shit! Am I the commander or are you the commander? I'm the captain. You were a soldier before I appointed you! The army commander's tent, let my captain squeeze the tent! Oh, my God! This tent is reserved for the Lord, who let you in! ”

Shouting at him for a while, several mercenary groups of people ran out and climbed out. As they approached, Fatty drank: "Take your things away! Leave a fur behind and hit 20 sticks! ”

Lombardon went into the tent and kept his men outside. This was when he grabbed the water bag he was carrying, poured air, wiped the corner of his mouth hard, sighed and mumbled: “Shit, didn't you just follow the boss's script last time? How dare you punish me to bring such a bunch of people... the boss is too harsh! Hmm, I see that delicate princess and Hussein are looking right in the eye! Two dogs, man and woman, you love me, I am a media man, but I have been driven to the north to suffer... fuck! If I'd been harsh, I'd be happy with the princess now. ”

(The second one arrives! There's a third one at night! Gentlemen, don't worry, I'm working on it.

Besides, you can vote for the month today! haha ~)

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