The misty morning mist shrouded the earth in the north, and the world seemed to be separated by a thick layer of frosted glass. The buildings in the Arctic Port seemed hazy in the mist. However, although the morning mist could block the sight, it could not cover up the pungent and strong smell of blood. Even the mist itself was dyed with a layer of weird pink by the blood foam, showing a cruel beauty.

In the early morning, the harbor city shrouded in blood mist completely lost the noise of the first half of the night, with no smoke, no figure, no joy, no laughter. There was silence everywhere, death-like silence. Occasionally, a few muddy gunshots came from a distance, which were the soldiers of the Elf Marine Corps, who were led by local guides, hunting the remaining survivors one by one.

A sound of military boots came from outside the city, breaking the terrifying silence. Accompanied by a team of Wang Jia Guards, the deputy commander of the Elf Expeditionary Force, Daniel, who made great achievements in the capital coup, left the warship and entered the lost Arctic Port in a heavy mood.

After several hours of massacre, a blood river covered with countless corpses was filled with the streets and alleys of Arctic Harbor. Because there were too many corpses on the road and the thick plasma began to solidify, Daniel slipped several times on the way into the city. He could only frown and trek through the blood river with a musket as a crutch.

Compared with the commander, the Wang Jia Guards who were already seasick and vomited in darkness were even more unbearable. The best performance was that they drooped their heads and were silent. The poor performance smelled such a strong bloody smell and really vomited all the way. They leaned against the wall and couldn't stand up straight, causing Daniel to stop and wait for them. The worst seemed to have blood dysfunction. Before entering the city, when they saw the red river flowing towards the sea outside, their eyes turned pale and their feet slipped to the sky and the earth in a pool of blood that could flood their feet. Daniel had to ask the Marines with contempt to carry them back.

The Wong Kar Guard is always called elite, but in the end it is just a group of young masters who are pampered! Seeing these "noble bloodline and superb martial arts" guards acting so cowardly in the sea of ​​blood, Daniel couldn't help but sigh so much, and he added some concern about Queen Akdina's grand ideal of reviving the royal power.

He knew very well that in addition to the economic purpose of plundering materials and land, this expedition to the New Neserel Colony had another more important political purpose, which was to take advantage of the power of victory outside the world, and stabilize and expand the royal power. This was easily seen from the selection of the head coach and the deputy commander: Princess Freya, who is of noble status, serves as the head coach, intimidating the army. Let the only Jin elves who have long-term experience in commanding troops as the deputy commander, avoiding the embarrassing situation of laymen commanding experts. Her Majesty the Queen considered it carefully, but as the foundation of the royal power, the Royal Guard performed so badly on the battlefield, which really made him, the royal thug, feel powerless.

In the chaotic times, if there is no strong direct troops, no matter you are in charge of the titles of emperor, king, president or speaker.

They can only be puppets at the mercy of others. It is not that Queen Akdina has not seen this, otherwise she would not have saved money from her teeth under the tyranny of the Chevrolet Church. She has trained nearly 10,000 loyal and reliable Wong Guards.

However, training alone cannot train a strong army. No matter how hard the training is and how well equipped it is, it is still a soulless army. The short half-day battle of Ryuhipa is far from enough to train their souls. As for whether this expedition can achieve this effect, Daniel is also in his heart.

In the central castle where blood and smoke still scented, Daniel inspected the spoils collected by the Marines. It turned out that the enemy that was annihilated last night was so rich that it was so rich that it took out more than a hundred boxes of expensive local wines. There were also many jewelry, jewelry, silk, spices, and a large number of gold coins.

Most of the seized weapons are elegant in appearance and exquisitely decorated, and have extremely high ornamental value and extremely low practical value. Not to mention those golden pistols that cannot be fired at all, even many of the majestic armors are woven from thin gold and silver wire, and they can even be easily cut into two with a fruit knife. Daniel's eyes were straight, his face was strange, and his heart was shocked.

"Are they here to fight or hold jewelry art exhibitions? Forget it, it's a good thing to make more money."

However, when he sat behind the desk Colonel Gilbert had sat and listened to several Marine officers showing off their respective achievements in pride, he was even more shocked. As the results became more and more brilliant, Daniel's face became more and more strange.

The commando that sneaked into the castle from the sewer killed seventeen marshals, more than 30 generals, as well as one hundred and seventy-seven paladins and monks. Although the airborne troops supported the outside world had only twenty-two paladins, they cut off the heads of 82 marshals and killed hundreds of senior generals. In total, the results of this battle were achieved, more than 250 marshals were killed...

After hearing such a brilliant record, poor Lieutenant General Daniel was really a bit over the top. Has the marshal come to me? Or have the soldiers in the Naserier Empire called the marshal? What's more terrible is how to write this post-war summary report? If it's true, it must be said that someone is crazy. If it doesn't report it, it's clear that so many high-ranking officials have been killed, and all the sabers and swords are available. The arrogant generals of the Marine Corps are still waiting to be rewarded! If they get up, how can they suppress the Wang Jia Guards under their command, who are busy vomiting?

What Daniel didn't know was that before reporting the results to him, several Marine officers who fought bloodily all night had a discussion in private:

"How did you guys write the battle results report? They actually omitted the various autonomous dominations they belong to before killing the enemy chief's rank!"

"Oh, the military ranks awarded by the central government of the empire and the parallel goods sold by the autonomous government are not worth a little bit in the evaluation of military merits. Anyway, it is not wrong to write a few words. If we really count them completely based on those titles, we can't escape the promotion of three levels in a row!"

"But... can this fool? The person above is not a fool."

"You don't know this. I've asked about it. Our boss is very popular with the queen, but he hasn't been on the battlefield for more than ten years. I guess he doesn't know much about the abundance of military ranks in the past two years of the Naserel Empire. It's best to fool it this time, it's best to fool it.

, We didn't tell lies, what can he do to us? Besides, he just took the small head and the big head must be given to his name. Why can't he compare his contribution to his own contribution?"

"It makes sense, hey, man, I'll borrow your pen to me. I'll modify the report, too."

...

At the end of his life, Lieutenant General Daniel had to write a document for merit: "...I heard a sudden change, and the officers rushed back. The soldiers of the army fought bravely. They fought hard overnight, and finally defeated tens of thousands of enemy troops and regained the lost land, but there were still nearly ten thousand enemies outside. Fortunately, they destroyed the enemy's brains. The enemy's marshal was killed, and the generals had more than 400, and the rest were captured as follows... Please also be named as follows..."

The cow flew in the sky, but some people still thought it was not flying high enough. This letter of reward was just arrived in Luxipa with the Clippers. As soon as Queen Akdina showed up with all forces, she saw such a good news and was immediately evidently attracted a treasure. After a little modification, she made a lot of publicity:

"... The enemy's troops attacked from land and land, and sneaked into the Arctic Port, our important town, Gilbert's troops were timid and fled without fighting. Relying on the blessing of Emperor Hongfu, the gods blessed, Princess Freya led the troops to command as if they were determined. Deputy Commander Daniel assisted with all his heart, and my loyal and brave soldiers fought back at night, attacked the strong with weak attacks, and finally defeated the stubborn enemy, and killed more than a thousand paladins. The enemy's baggage was lost, and less than ten thousand people were rushed back. The entire territory of Xinnaserier is about to fall... I hope everyone will unite sincerely and surround Her Majesty the Queen, and do not believe in the provocation of some * forces. According to Her Majesty's important instructions of "one country, one regime, one core", in order to build our homeland more prosperous, prosperous, and harmonious..."

As for the reward? Her Majesty the Queen only added Princess Fryal and Deputy Commander Daniel, and the rest were kicked to Marshal Toulous. The well-informed Marshal will naturally not be deceived by such tricks, so the reward that Marine Corps officers are expected to be no longer there...

***

As the sun rose higher and higher, the morning mist gradually dissipated. After being on guard for a night and having several cold guns and cold cannons intermittently with the small elves who came to harass the enemy, the Giant Bear Legion finally began to act, but not attack, but retreat.

The sound of retreat sounded, and the soldiers who felt relieved pushed down the fences and filled the trenches. Large chariots then turned around and galloped towards the way they came. Although the scene was a bit chaotic, the speed was definitely fast enough. In less than a quarter of an hour, all seven or eight thousand people in the army left the camp, and then arranged into a column under the command of the red-robed wizard Fetton, who had a smelly face, and began to retreat with great strides.

Hundreds of elderly thieves from the Scout Brigade have already explored the road back under the leadership of the wind expert Ryan Stein. The Elf Army did not know whether it was too late to react or had no spare energy. Although there were a small group of sentries following the reconnaissance, they had no intention of chasing and even harassing stopped.

Although this time it can basically be said that he retreated without fighting, the report to his superiors naturally would not be written like this. It was a tragic battle that only existed on paper: "... thousands of elite enemy troops attacked the camp at night. Most of our troops were new soldiers and were not good at night fighting, but they still rely on fortifications to deal with the enemy's heavy casualties. After a night of bloody battle, gunfire from the Arctic Port was gone, and enemy backbone came in a steady stream. Our soldiers were extremely tired, and they were afraid that the entire army would be wiped out. In order to preserve their strength, they had to move forward temporarily to find the fighter..."

The difference from the Hot Spring Valley was that since it was not his boss who wanted to rescue him, he could just deal with it on paper. Anyway, Chairman Zena could not make things difficult for his own line in the face of war to support a group of masters who had no relatives and had no reason and were seeking death.

In the flying dust, Feili, who had palm prints on both cheeks, sat on an iron cockroach equipped with a thick felt blanket, mixed with the retreating crowd, looking back from time to time at the Arctic Port that disappeared on the horizon. Karthas followed by the horse, and saw him looking back three times in one step, he couldn't help but sarcastic.

"Last night, friendly troops were not moving as if they were in trouble. Today, they retreated and moved into the wind. Your infantry commander from Sel said it was really right!"

Although his words were quite mean, Feili's face had been further trained, and the ridicule of such a level is still within the scope of enduring.

"There's no way." He spread his hands, "The bravery of the Giant Bear Legion is only enough to hide in the bunker and shoot. If the amateur soldiers taught by me, who were forced to hang out in a bunker, lined up in dense arrays at the distance that could clearly see the enemy, endured the fear of lead bullets flying by, and shot against the elves when companions kept falling..." His neck shrank, "That's what they were looking for death. They would definitely be more willing to overthrow the military police and run away. And the military police arranged by Chairman Zena, adapted from the urban management team, would definitely run faster than anyone else."

"But...didn't you just hiding in a bunker last night to shoot? Why didn't you even guard it?"

“Because there is not enough food and ammunition.

"When I saw that no one eavesdropped, Feili finally told the truth to Kalsas in a low voice, "Our army marched urgently, and most of the supplies, artillery, etc. did not keep up with me in time. The food I carried with me was only enough for three days at most. How do you let me defend? Instead of spending a lot of money to break through, it is better to retreat as soon as possible and meet with the main force."

"That's it..." Karthas nodded slightly, agreeing to the reason. "If you are serious, you are not wrong in your approach. You are not a military genius who likes to take risks. However, although there is no terrain for ambush in this place, aren't you afraid of the elves following and chasing? We still have tails hanging behind us!"

"Don't worry." Feiri pointed his finger at the sky, "I asked Owo to ride Holmes, well, that very special black dragon to conduct air reconnaissance. If the enemy really makes a big move, we will burn all the supplies and retreat lightly!"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud and couldn't help but dance. "Fortunately, I have the foresight. From the first day I recruited them, I have focused on strengthening long-distance running training. As long as they understand one truth: on the battlefield, only if you run faster than your colleagues can you have more hope of survival. These bastards are training more active than a mad dog chasing them behind!"
Chapter completed!