My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 250 Resistance

PS: I was watching [Grandpa Bae's camp for survival], and I learned a lot, and I'm a little late, sorry.

PS1: Well, this was yesterday, and today there's that.

PS2: Then we'll talk about adding more tomorrow.

“Legion leader! How could His Majesty do this? We don't like it! Legion leader, let's go to Rome to complain to His Majesty!” When the news reached the Eastern Legion, the whole Eastern Legion was in a hustle and bustle, and the sky seemed to be about to be turned upside down. The entire Eastern Legion was immersed in anger, and the people below screamed, and the Zhongcheng officers above were angry about what was being discussed, regardless of what was already under the table like butter on a hot pot.

“Humph...” With a low laugh and well-equipped guards, Dracula walked into the barracks with his own guards in pitch-black armor. Thousands of soldiers looked at him angrily, but he walked straight to the stage with a low laugh, bringing only about two hundred people, but each strong and steady, like a mountain.

“Dracula!!” The other person's teeth were bitten by a low roar from his throat, making the whole scene explode: "Dracula? Is that the suggestion that His Majesty cancel our Lord? Kill him! ”

“That bastard! Go to hell! You bastard! ”

“How dare this bastard come?! ”

“Kill him! Kill him!”

The noise of chaos gradually led to a unified drink, and 5,000 people shouted like a storm in this square, frightening and frightening.

But Dracula just laughed two times, hissing slightly, and the low voice with the mature voice of an adult man penetrated everyone's cry: "A bunch of idiots, don't you understand? ”

“What?!” Surprising voices came from each other.

“Look at the fighting power of you fools, the trial attack of the district Macedonians that scared you to death into this virtue. Are you still soldiers of the glorious Holy Roman Empire? Are you still nobles of the Holy and Glorious Roman Empire? ”

The following soldiers were angry with them and did not know how to answer each other's questions.

“Greedy, corrupt, corrupt, meritorious, have you forgotten your glory as soldiers?” Dracula drank, and he drank angrily on stage. He had no fear whatsoever of the anger of the other 5,000 people. He had no control over the anger of the more than twenty officers on the stage, just growled.

Dracula was very charming, he had an elegant aristocratic flavor, long black hair with slightly curly, flowing and full of flavor, but he was also uniquely infectious with hot blood, and his anger made the officers below curse like boiling boiling water.

“What do you want us to do? What do you want us to do? We have no weapons, no shields, no horses, no food, we resist the Macedonian infantry with our will, do we have to shame our flag?!” The roar below did not diminish at all, with tears they roared like angry grizzlies.

“Orders!” Dracula suddenly took out a parchment roll, and although it was now widely used, silver parchment was the most representative of the Romanian royal will.

“Choice of day, order Dracula to take over as leader of the Eastern Front Corps, dissolve all existing Eastern Front Corps, choose their best to be included in the New Eastern Front Corps, eliminate the weak and fight the Macedonian Army!! Date, March 10. Holy Romanian Emperor Nero Claudius!! ”

Dracula raised her sheepskin roll and yelled: “Who else would fight with me to kill the Macedonians!!! ”

“Me!!!!” Five thousand soldiers raised their weapons and shouted, for a moment, hatred shifted, in order to make them this kind of Macedonian vengeance, in order to regain the glory of the soldiers, in order to regain the battle, a new commander was necessary, not knowing exactly what happened to Dracula, the youngest general on the continent, but the atmosphere on the scene was so infectious that Dracula had taken control of the form that even if those more than twenty officers objected, no, even if they were to rebel now, no one would be willing to go with them.

The teeth were all bitten. They were Dracula's next target: "The former Commander of the Eastern Front, Figura, obeyed.” With the whole situation under Dracula's control, the tooth-biting, pointy chin man stood up and sarcastically said in a fine voice: "Yes, I know I am no longer the leader of the Eastern Front Corps, now Lord Commander of the Eastern Front Corps, what can I tell you?” The other side asked sarcastically.

“Figura corruption has led to the loss of vast tracts of national territory and is now punishable by death for misdemeanour!!” Dracula drank: “Tie it up!! ”

“You can't do this!” Figura finally couldn't sit down, he suddenly rushed up to grab Dracula's collar, but Dracula in black armor was just a handshake, and the armor hit Figurad hard on his face, with three bloodstains on his face, and then flew out heavily. Two of Dracula's guards stood him up when he was in the middle of nowhere, slightly dizzy. He regained his wits when he was stood up, and he screamed wildly: "Absolutely you faked the order! Definitely your fake order! His Majesty will not kill a hereditary marquis! Your Majesty will not kill me!!” Even in panic, Figura, still a little bit of political wisdom, is a hereditary marquis, and now he knows clearly that if he were to say directly that he was a liar, it would be a denial of the whole story, so that Dracula, who deceived everyone, would be torn to pieces by all the soldiers, even if he knew later that it was true?

Can His Majesty really hold the only leader of the Eastern Legion accountable for his words?

By then, 5,000 people here will be accomplices. Anyone who dares to speak will die. Standing on a boat, they can only kill all the commanders who have landed in the air again and again, and then he will have a firm grip on the Eastern Front Legion...

His YY was interrupted by Dracula before it was over: "Don't worry, your territory will be taken over by the Empire, your title is now gone, your family will become civilians. ”

Figura trembled all over his body, and suddenly he shouted, “Dracula, you're such a dead man! You broke the deed of nobility! You have to die! Your brothers and sisters, your parents and aunts must not die! I curse you to be tortured by an arrow wearing a sword and a knife, you must not die...”

“Don't bother with a dead man.” Dracula slowly took the sword in, and with his mouth open, Figura slowly turned his mouth from near the parotid gang into two pieces, all over his mouth disappeared.

“The whole team!!” Dracula's sword, also given by Nero, killed a man without any blood. He just casually put it in his sheath, and despite the rest of the officers who were staring scared and scared to death, he simply drank at the next 5,000 people: “Willing to stand on the right with the Macedonians of World War I, willing to survive, eager to die, get to the left! ”

Obviously, no man, no soldier could stand such a stimulus, more than 5,000 people standing neatly to the right.

There's nothing left but the square.

“Team, let's go!” When Dracula waved his hand, these 5,000 men were drawn directly into his regiment, which now stands at 8,000.

Not only here, he will also continue to bring together regiments scattered throughout the Eastern Front of Romania. He wants tough guys, veterans, fighters who can fight Macedonians, not pussies, trash and waste.

He, with the most elite warriors, merges with a bunch of recruits, turns into a sword, a shield, and then uses it to block Macedonia, where the soldiers are flourishing.

Though not aware of the Far East military law, it is clear that any military commander has such skill, but will such skill not be recorded and passed on in language and script.

As long as we block two waves of attacks and block the Macedonian attack here, then the rest of the time is his stage.

No, this is not the first wave of attacks. He repelled only a small 10,000 men of a general under the King of Macedonia. There are countless such men under the King of Macedonia. He clearly understood that it would never have been that simple to leverage a large army of Persian empires and Egyptian pharaohs.

Thebes Holy Legion.

The immediate divine forces of King Pharaoh of Egypt, with the best weapons, with the best food, with the best armor, across the Middle East and ravaging Africa.

They are the most famous forces in the world, like the special forces of future generations, and they are no longer armies, and they themselves represent a culture, a symbol, an inheritance, a symbol.

But it is this one that is famous in history, even longer than the history of the Holy Romanian Empire.

But it was this legion, 88,000 men, the elite forces of Egypt as a whole, 15 kilometres outside the Egyptian capital, Cairo, that was instantly defeated by Alexander the King of Macedonia.

The whole of Cairo was frightened and scared. In order to avoid the slaughter of the city, the Pharaoh withdrew his gold crown, lowered his gold scepter and opened the door to surrender.

For a moment, the Macedonian Empire had the same prestige, and the whole world was crying out to the King of Macedonia to be emperor, but he seemed to have forgotten about it, immersed himself in the eastern quest, but somehow, after hitting Alexander in Persia, he stopped the attack and returned to Europe to launch an unstoppable attack.

They were horrible, but Dracula had a plan of his own, and he just had to block each other twice in total, so the other would have it in his mind: no, we couldn't fight twice, not this time either, and when the locals rejected them three times, he won. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)