.Butterfly traveling through time and space  Fifty, disaster opening (1)

Ten disasters open (1)

Faced with the terrifying disaster of the entire army camp, Marshal Kruze finally woke up from his dream. He took a closer look at the remaining capital at hand. The result made him shudder.

The army gathered in Cusco City is almost collapsed now; those fence-bearers who have just been willing to work for the situation may be waiting and watching again when encountering such a situation; as for the various military supplies that have finally been collected... Looking at the thugs in the streets and the fires rising everywhere, he knew very well that there were definitely not many simple warehouses with bamboo and wood structures.

Without material supplies, even the last little army gathered around him will completely abandon him, his incompetent superior.

What's even more terrible is that the Queen will soon bring a large number of Wang Jia Guards. At that time, she will naturally calm the chaos and gather the morale of the army. She may have to go to the prison of political prisoners to eat. Or even worse, she will be hung on the gallows directly - the internal struggle of the royal family has always been ruthless. In this fierce battle surrounding the Supreme Throne, Queen Akdina will recognize him as her grandfather if she is missing.

Although the defeat was decided no matter how you look at it. However, Marshal Kruze was really unwilling to give up.

If you just admit defeat, not only will the throne that seems to be close to you will fly like this. Then even if you are lucky enough to save your life, you can only live with your tail between your legs. If you talk a little bit randomly, you will be immediately troubled and die... When you think of such a tragic end, some kind of crazy courage to jump over the wall suddenly arose in his heart.

Those tyrants who are used to controlling their subordinates with fear. Once they fall from the peak of power, their psychological tolerance is often far inferior to ordinary people. They would rather bet in desperate situations than die and endure for a while - because they cannot accept such a mental gap from heaven to prison.

The old marshal, who was in a state of madness at this moment, also had such a mentality of giving up.

Judging from the current riots in the city, it is obviously impossible to calm the mutiny before the Queen arrives. Now the most remaining one is a glimmer of hope. It is to try to piece together a fairly decent force and tightly deploy defenses in the port based on existing fortifications. The Queen's fleet is temporarily blocked in the river to gain time to respond.

As for how to maintain the morale and combat effectiveness of the army when the main force has been disintegrated and most of the materials have been burned down, will there be a situation of betrayal of relatives and relatives... that is all in the future. Let’s just go through this level first!

As the mist gradually dissipated, the rumbling sound of cannons came faintly in the distance. I don’t know whether it was the red-eyed military police who were firing artillery to suppress the riots or the artillery that also joined the mutiny. Several arsenals in the suburbs also exploded one after another. A dazzling flash broke through the fog. The orange-red mushroom clouds entered the sky. All this became more and more serious and messy. Marshal Kruze became more and more irritable. He had no choice but to stand in the office and stare dryly.

Du. The office door was knocked lightly twice. Then, before the old marshal responded, he was pushed open with a creak.

"Col. How is the situation at the port? Are the key points everywhere controlled?"

He ignored the disrespect of pursuing his subordinates. Kruze turned around from the window and asked in a hurry. He looked frightened and anxious. "If the troops are insufficient, there are more than 10,000 people on the headquarters. You can draw half of them."

"Dear Marshal, you have been over-concerned. The port has been arranged. Although the situation in the city is a bit chaotic, everything is still under control. It will not affect the launch of the entire plan..."

Standing at the door of the commander's office, Chief of Staff Wenders smiled and saluted. At the same time, he bowed to report to the marshal. For some reason, he did not put on his military uniform, but changed into a gray mage robe with a hood. He also held a dark oak wand in his hand.

However, although the Chief of Staff brought good news, Marshal Cruzer still felt his eyelids twitching. An ominous premonition rushed straight from the tail end of the spine, as if it foreshadowed some danger...

Danger? Is there anything more dangerous than the current situation? The old marshal smiled bitterly. Until this time, he, who has always been jealous of the virtuous, felt how terrible the few powerful confidants around him were. But it was too late. Even the original "three traitors and four fools" leadership team of the Elf Expedition Army was now fragmented and completely unsuccessful. He could no longer assign talents to stand alone.

Major General Fitras, who is superstitious about prophecy magic, has died in an avalanche during the battle for the Temple of Time; "Three Unknowing Generals" Daniel and "Turtle" Admiral Paris, are now being locked in a cell; Major General Gilbert, who likes to be whimsical, is also quietly under house arrest due to his unstable position; Lieutenant General Louis, the "Slow Pioneer" has long been secretly executed by the rebel group due to his blood relationship with the royal family.

As for the "God Logistics" Logistics Chief Ix, let alone the question of whether the professionalism is right... From the beginning of the mutiny, this holy lady locked herself into the room and prayed to the little god with great devout devotion. I hope all gods

|Magic power. Let the soldiers in the city wake up and surrender. Then, let the culprit on the other side develop a repentance. He commits suicide collectively to apologize... I think the gods in the heavens will be wondering when they see her prayers. Should this be called pious or shameless?

In this way, the old marshal's shriveled bag was left with only the "bragging genius" Chief of Staff, who could barely use it. Although the main skill of this group is to fabricate military achievements rather than to achieve merit, it is still a little stronger than those flatterers. The situation is already in such a state of embarrassment. He had to pinch his nose and make do with it. Let's take a dead horse as a living horse for now.

Fortunately, Chief of Staff of Wenders did not disappoint the high expectations of His Excellency the Marshal. He immediately gave him a big "surprise".

"... In addition, Miss Yana said she had something to ask for her to see you. I brought her in. If there is any recklessness, please forgive me."

Having said that, there was no sign of guilt on Wenders' face. He was full of flattering smile on his face. He turned sideways to open the door and made a "please" gesture. Ms. Ye Shar's female priest walked in immediately. Unlike the usual wanderer costumes that were convenient for hiding. Today, she is wearing a luxurious purple robe with gold edges and holding a scepter with a holy badge on the top. She is completely arrogant and arrogant.

"Miss Yana? You're here just in time! Where did you go before? We need your help now!"

Although he clearly felt the atmosphere was a little weird, Marshal Kruze was already in a state of anxiety at this time. He strode away from the windowsill and headed towards the female priest. He didn't care about any demeanor and politeness. He asked a question loudly at the female priest.

"Since last night, you and your pastor have lost contact with us. Now, all the pastors and soldiers of major churches have been dispatched. They are busy putting out fires and suppressing riots and minimizing our losses as much as possible. But what are your people doing?" He roared angrily, his hands waving like a windmill. "Did they all hide and enjoy the cool air?"

Facing the angry condemnation of the old marshal, Shar's female pastor just pulled the corners of his mouth slightly upward. He was really gorgeous and smiling. "Ah, as a collaborator, I was unable to help in time when his allies were in trouble. I'm really sorry. Marshal. But please understand our difficulties. Ms. Ye has a more important task that we have to complete. It's a bit late to get back here after the matter is finished... Besides, with the poor hands of our teachings of two or three big cats, it's useless, right?"

Marshal Kruze was stunned for a moment. Then he nodded reluctantly. Although he was still dark, the anger in his heart dissipated a little. "Forget it. Just come back. I'll just go to the port to supervise the battle later. Your people will go with you. In addition..."

He reached out and touched his beard. He asked with his eyes narrowed. "Forgive me for being too talkative. What urgent matters does Ms. Ye actually want to let you leave the team at this critical moment of crisis... Of course, if it is a church secret, just pretend I didn't ask.

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"Haha. There is no need to keep the secret from you. Dear Marshal." Miss Yana smiled even brighter. "To be honest, the task assigned by Ms. Ye is... to take action!"

She suddenly pulled her smile, took out a sharp dagger from under her robe, and stabbed Marshal Cruzer's slightly protruding fat belly. Chief Vince also shook his arm at this moment, and slid a miniature pistol from his sleeve. He almost didn't aim much, and then shot two bombs into the old Marshal's chest!

As the change occurred, there was a burst of noise in the office. Although it was an unprepared personal assassination, the old marshal did not fall down because under his cruel appearance, there was actually a very cowardly heart - because he was afraid of death. He always liked to hang a lot of very advanced magic talismans close to his body. Once the master was in danger of his life, he would be triggered immediately.

In an instant, countless bright lights burst out from Marshal Kruze. He built a complete magic defense system for him - the advanced stone skin technique stored in the necklace. He was first released. The marshal's body was wrapped in a layer of granite and easily bounced off the bullet; then a light blue transparent shield appeared out of thin air, blocking the female priest's dagger back; then the counterattack program was activated. A large circle of cold light-depressed poison-tempering spikes appeared from the void. The marshal's body was shot out quickly, poking everything around into a hornet's nest.

But the matter did not end here - when he saw a missed attack, the two amateur assassins quickly lowered their heads and bent down. They rolled on the board. Finally, they hid in a very embarrassed manner and hid in a hurry.
Chapter completed!