Law of the Devil

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(Chapter 1 today ~)

Chapter 609 [Expedition]

March Day!

The news of the Duke of Tulip's handsome army in the north has spread across the Quartet with deliberate propaganda from the Imperial side.

On this day, the grand tour ceremony also attracted countless citizens of the Imperial City.

Just north of Didu, at the site of the former Royal City Near Guard Corps, the build-up of reserves and some of the local guards that had been mobilized had been completed - of course, the local guards had only assembled the troops in the area around Didu, while the other guards that had been mobilized had gone straight north to gain speed.

This grand procession was also intended to inspire the morale of the people within the Empire, and on that day, the Royal City Near Guard stationed in a military fortress, a group of heavily armed soldiers, assembled and set off, lined up in a row of parallel armies, under the sight of the citizens who had heard the wind coming by the side of the road, rushed to the north in havoc.

Seeing the army of the empire pulled out, under the deliberate orders of the officers, each soldier tried his best to lift his head, show his bright armor, tread on the earth with his royal leather boots, the light dust flying, such a strong military appearance, instantly provoked the warm cheers of countless people around him.

Some female citizens threw the prepared flowers into the queue. From a distance, this group of soldiers marched as if they were on a path filled with flowers...

The wave of cheers followed, the voices boiling, and even more people began to take the lead in shouting the slogans "Long live the thorns, Long live the empire, Long live the tulips”.

Everyone's face is filled with excitement and excitement...

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“Phew…”

A sigh of sigh, Aroll riding on the horse of battle, he was wearing the armor of a silver cavalry commanding officer, immediately accompanied by a stabbing gun and a long sword, with a long red feather on his helmet, the waves around him cheered, but as if it did not inspire the excitement in Aroll's heart, he looked in front of the queue, the soldiers who were moving forward, those excited and unusual people on both sides, Aroll's heart at this moment, but a touch of complexity.

The young faces of the soldiers - probably because they were all young men in the reserve who had never been on the front line - seemed fearless or nervous, as if they were full of youth and ambition. These recruits trained from the reserve battalion, it seems, do not know how cruel a battlefield they will be waiting for them... Perhaps, in this simple face, they think that war is a battle, a victory, and then accept cheers and flowers like today...

Perhaps, not long ago, in this face, someone will kill or be killed on a battlefield full of smoke and blood, someone will be crumbled by fear, hold the sword in his hand, the cry of fear will cry out the mother's name...

Still some, young man...

Yalol tried to shake his head. As an officer who graduated early in the first phase of the Military Academy, he is one of the few people who has truly experienced the real battlefield, and only he knows that when the battle drums up, whether it's the enemy's fangs or the sword like the jungle in front, or the gaze of the jungle, you have to push your scalp forwards - that's what it feels like!

He knows better, in the shadow of a knife and a gun, when the blade in your hand cuts into the body of the enemy, that stinking blood sprays on your face —— the first time, what a confusion and fear is in your heart!

He also knows that when you see your colleagues die in battle and fall into blood, that kind of pain and hatred can torment you crazy.

He also knows that the kind of “am I going to die?" kind of inner torture can plunge an entire person into a near collapsed despair when you fight the enemy alive and dead, and the other's weapon pierces his armor and breaks into his own flesh...

“Arol, what are you sighing about?” Around him, a bright voice came, and Yarol looked back, but Gabriel was dressed in luxury, and Gabriel was obviously as excited and excited as the young recruits, although riding on horses, one hand could not bear to hold the sword tightly.

“I was thinking…” Yalol suddenly lowered his voice and swept through the young face around him: "I was thinking… how much more of these young lives left to safely walk back to their loved ones' arms when the war ended. ”

Gabriel listened and frowned slightly. He glanced slightly surprised at the captain of the cadet - the only officer who had gone through the war test. Of the officers who graduated early in this period, Yalol had the highest rank and was awarded the highest rank in practice. He headed a cavalry regiment and commanded 2,000 cavalry men. His martial arts are not the highest in the group, nor is his intelligence the strongest, but in every simulated push, he is always able to grasp the fighter jet to defeat his colleagues - perhaps that's the difference between rookies and veterans before.

Thinking about it, Gabriel smiled and raised his voice: "Well, my captain, don't be so old, you're only thirty years old. ”

Looking at Gabriel's young and refreshing smile, Arolle's mouth twitched, revealing a slight smile.

Just eyes, still not easy.

“By the way, where's the Duchess? Didn't he come to this expedition?” Yalol asked casually.

The day before his assignment, after a simple graduation ceremony at the Military Academy, eleven cadets, including him and Gabriel, were instructed to graduate early to serve in the army. Since then, the term "Dean” has ceased to exist on the battlefield. Above the battlefield, you must call him Duke, like all other generals, to a commander-in-chief like Dewey. The affectionate designation "Dean” gives rise to the idea that officers from other non-military academies graduate from one department or another.

“Well, my lord, he's not following us, he's planning something else. As agreed, we will assemble in Yakin City south of the Eastern Line of Defense. ”

Yarol nodded, expressing satisfaction at Gabriel's reference to Duvi as an “adult”. Once on the battlefield, then there is no such thing as a "brother” in the army!

Looks like this young Count Rollin is a very clear man.

In accordance with the troop contribution plan previously drawn up by Dewey, this reinforcement included approximately 20,000 troops per division in reserve service and some 30,000 troops drawn from all parts of the local guard force, which could be integrated into one division. And the private military quota of 10,000 people that Dewey forced to come to the military ministry under various names.

However, the route up north is also divided into four routes, along which some 14,000 people, including a part of the reserve division and the reserves drawn from the vicinity of Tidu, have carried warships directly at the pier of Tidu last night, from the Lancanal all the way east, after going out to sea, directly from the sea to the northern front. This will allow reinforcements to reach the eastern front as soon as possible. The second road, the army that I am now in, is the two teams of the reserve division, plus some of the guard army, 16,000 people, going north by land, because most of the army is cavalry, so the speed is not too slow.

The third road is the geographical proximity to the north, where the Brethren assemble and head straight north.

Route 4… Dewey herself led 10,000 private armies - but Dewey didn't tell anyone about the marching plans for the route.

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West of the city, behind Jumper Town, under the Broken Back Mountain, Tulip House.

“At this point, that boring expedition should be over.” Dewey sighed.

Then he looked around, in Tulip's other courtyard, at the hundreds of magician members he had recruited, and the 500 friendly cavalry he had been carrying with him.

“Well, let's get ready to go too.” He laughed and took a look at the different magicians behind him, all of whom he had recently recruited. Although the magician is mostly natural, it is fortunate that Dewey himself is a magician, and is also a famous magical genius of the mainland. At the same time, he is named as the disciple of the magician Gandhoff, which essentially excludes the exclusion of the magician from his mind - in the course of historical wars, the magician's reluctance to be sent by the Imperial military, even to participate in wars, is based on his preference, because the arrogant magician cannot tolerate his being sent by ordinary army generals.

But Dewey, it's different.

Besides, now he's sworn allegiance to Dewey, and took so many classy equipment.

“Ladies and gentlemen." Dewey turned around and looked at the hundreds of "subordinates” in front of him wearing magician robes, all of which were driven out, and each was awarded a Tulip family badge as a sign of his own personal magician, the Duke of Tulip.

“Your Excellencies the Mages. Welcome here, I know it must be strange for a lot of people to bring you here instead of going with the big troops... but I promise you, what you see today will make you go! Oh, you're all magicians, of course you can't ride north like a regular army, so here I am, ready for a special step tool! ”

After a pause, he smiled intentionally: "And this thing, it's not the time to go public, so it's not a good time to go out with the big army. Now, our expedition ceremony begins… Your Magicians, please prepare your bags and we are ready to board! ”

Boarding?

Some magicians have strange faces —— this is land, what kind of battleship?

But then he watched Dewey go to the huge pasture in front of the other courtyard.

Next, a magician in a white robe slowly came out.

White robe... that's a symbol of the Grand Magician's identity!

But what puzzles these magicians is that the big magician in front of this white robe, he looks very old, thin, small, white breathing, thin face, and even has a hint of obscenity.

More importantly... on the mainland, any great magician of white robes is a rare strong man, every name is like Lei Guanglu, many of these magicians were in the magic union before, it can be said that every recorded great magician of white robes should be familiar, biased in front of this great magician of white robes, but very born, no one recognizes it.

Hmm... it can't be a fake...

“Hello colleagues.” This filthy old man in a white robe first bowed to everyone with a standard magician's etiquette, and all the other magicians quickly bowed their heads to salute him, whether true or false. After all, these magicians don't have white magicians on the team.

“Now, what you're about to see is the Tulip family's new magic weapon of war, because its face has never been exposed publicly before, so don't be too surprised. Oh, of course, now it's no longer a secret, because as we go to war, its face will spread across the continent. ”

After that, he coughed: “Finally, let me introduce myself, my name is… The Grigg Witch, a Level 8 magician from the mainland. ”

This filthy old man in the white robe is the rat's prime minister, the witch!

After all these years of tireless efforts and the help of Gandalf the Green Robe, his deformation technique finally broke through, changed back to the body, took the Youth Fountain to solidify the shape, and finally did not have to be trapped in a rat-shaped body.

Grigg?

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