Chapter 891 The Miserable Flower Wolf of the Imperial Capital

What must be admitted is that even if the Bran Empire is a rotten ship, this rotten ship still has its flaws.

These three pounds of nails are the so-called foundation! And this foundation is even more obvious at the feet of Wang Ting.

Therefore, when the unfavorable news of the war on the front line came back, although there was a lot of uproar in the capital, it aroused heated discussions. But that was all, there was no sense of panic like an imminent disaster.

This is not to say that the proud people in the capital have calmed down like this, but they have never really cared. To put it bluntly, for them, the unfavorable news about the war on the front line is a kind of conversation material, a kind of conversation material that is quite popular recently, and if they don't follow it a few words, they will fall behind.

Therefore, the nobles are talking at the elegant and gorgeous banquet, and the common people are talking at the ordinary and simple dinner table. In taverns large and small, it is easy to hear loud talk about the vulgarity of the barbarians in the Northern Wilderness and the incompetence of Bran's army. Or, in some busy places, some young people in the capital suddenly shouted, "Fight thieves, I will donate a knife." I will give my life to fight the barbarians...'

Well, let's not care whether the latter is to declare how loyal he is to the empire, or just to attract the admiring eyes of a beautiful girl in the crowd. But what is certain is that they did not take it seriously.

Of course, not everyone is so heartless. Some people have also discovered something weird and unusual, that is, when the Northern Wilderness barbarians invade in large numbers, it often takes several months for the news to reach Brandu City. Sometimes, the frontline barbarians have already been defeated before it even reaches here. But this time it is different. It has not even been a month since the war started, but the news has spread throughout Bran...

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Outside the capital. Woodin's residence.

Haita went up the mountain about once every ten days before. Now I come here almost every day. And brought the news. It is also getting heavier day by day.

"...Master, the front line can't hold on anymore. Among the three legions, the Zichen legion has been hit the hardest, followed by Cang Yan. Thunderbolt is not bad, and the position can still be stable. It's just that the other two fronts are retreating. Without Guxuan outside, Lei Lei had to retreat... Based on this, the military department speculated that the supreme commander of the barbarians this time should be in the Zichen war zone where casualties were heavy."

"Just know the location?"

"Yes... the Northern Wilderness side keeps the identity of the supreme commander secret. Even mid-level and high-level barbarian officers only received military orders before the war. They don't know anything else. Even if they are captured, they won't be able to find out..." Hesitation After a pause, Haita continued in a low voice, "Some people speculate that the leader of the army this time may be the Queen of the Northern Wilderness."

"Impossible!" Wooding simply shook his head and rejected it without thinking, with an affirmative attitude.

Hearing this, Haita couldn't help but be startled, and then seemed to understand something. Nodding: "It's just a guess, we don't think it's possible. Let's not worry about whether the Queen of the Northern Wilderness has this ability. Even if she does, with arrows flying everywhere on the battlefield and swords without eyes, she shouldn't be able to do such a thing. Something dangerous has happened... Well, the reason for this speculation is just because the barbarian commander encountered by the Thunder Legion was His Highness Tiu from the Northern Wilderness. So..."

"That's not the reason." He waved his hand to interrupt, and Wooding hesitated for a moment, with a hint of recall and wistfulness on his face, "I have met the Queen of the Northern Wilderness several times. She is very talented and rare in the world. She is said to be a natural battlefield commander. It’s not an exaggeration. She has the ability to win battles, but it can’t be her this time… because the Zichen Legion is the one suffering the most casualties now.”

The heaviest casualties were from the Zichen Legion, so it was assumed that the Queen of Beihuang was not responsible? What kind of logic is this... Haita couldn't figure it out, but seeing that Wooding obviously didn't want to say anything, he had to suppress his doubts.

And Wu Ding, who seemed to know the relationship between Zi Yi and the Queen of Beihuang, could not have imagined that the person who came this time was not the Queen of Beihuang, but the descendant of the Queen of Beihuang, Lansha, let alone the reason why she chose Zichen this time. As a breakthrough point, the legion did not consider any other strategy. They just wanted to see where Mother and Zi Yi lived before, and then they naturally rushed in along the shortcut...

"Master, we must make early plans for the situation on the front line. Last night, the Northern Arms Department sent back three battle reports in a row, hoping to mobilize two complete legions from the south to rush to the front line immediately to provide support. It can be seen that the barbarian offensive is so fast... Wang Ting's side is already somewhat I’m panicking, Your Majesty hopes to hear your opinion, Master.”

"Haha, what opinions can I, a warrior, have..." Wooding shook his head and laughed, "I'm just Wooding, not Ziyi, and I'm not the God of War."

The words sounded a little dejected, and they didn't have the peerless grace that Bran's patron saint should have. But that's the fact. It's true that Wooding is a swordsman, and it's true that he is the number one master in the mainland. But after all, he is just a warrior. Even if he fights three thousand miles with a single sword, how can he defeat millions of enemy divisions with one single sword? In the current situation, a peerless warrior has limited effect unless a military god emerges out of nowhere. But in Bran's war history of more than a thousand years, he has only produced one Ziyi, so this idea is obviously something he can only think about.

"Let's talk about the Gray Army." Wooding suddenly changed the subject and said, "Compared to the invasion of the Northern Wilderness, their sudden rise shocked me more... Well, how are they doing now?"

Haita did not fully understand Wooding's point of view. In his opinion, the threat from the Northern Wilderness barbarians was undoubtedly greater now. However, he still replied after hearing this: "It's similar to the barbarians. The offensive is very fierce. They have almost the entire area of ​​more than a hundred miles around Shiwanda Mountain under their control. It's just that compared to the mysterious barbarian commander, their commander-in-chief is slightly smaller." It seems immature, and the strategic layout is quite satisfactory, so it is still within control. What is more troublesome is that they have recently occupied a military artery, which has caused some problems in the transportation of material reinforcements here, which made Wang Ting who was preparing for negotiations very angry. ...It seems that they are determined to confront Bran to the end this time."

Nodding, Wooding didn't look surprised: "No wonder. I stabbed you in the back first, so I can't blame the other party for retaliating now."

Haita frowned slightly: "But now is the time..."

Shaking his head, "Since we have become enemies, there is no need to expect the other party to be soft-hearted. Now is the best opportunity for them to take advantage of the situation." Wooding was very open-minded and was not surprised that the gray-clothed army seemed to be taking advantage of the situation. He just sighed slightly sadly, "It's time for us, especially Wang Ting, to reflect on this. A huge empire. It makes its own people hate it to the core. It's not surprising that the current situation of internal and external troubles has emerged. .”

"But we are Bran after all."

"It's just us." Wooding raised his hand and rubbed his brow, "But you are right, we are Bran people, so we have to fight for this empire for the rest of our lives, even if it is clear that it is disgustingly rotten."

Hearing this, Haita's spirit suddenly perked up. He didn't care about the loneliness and desolation in the first half of Wooding's sentence, but only noticed the master's attitude and tone in the second half: "What should we do?"

"It's very simple. How we dealt with the Gray Clothes Army before, we will deal with the Northern Wilderness barbarians now."

He was stunned for a moment, and Haita raised his eyebrows: "Master, what do you mean...capture the king?"

"It's impossible to capture the king. There are masters in the Northern Wasteland Imperial City, but you can try to capture the commander..." Wooding narrowed his cloudy old eyes, "The military structure of the Northern Wasteland tribe is different from ours, Bran. Our system is more Complete. The general is dead, as well as the deputy general. The officer is dead, as well as the soldier... No matter who is lost, there will be no major problems in the command system. Just like we lost the Ziyi Army God. The Zichen Army has not collapsed. Same. But the Northern Wilderness Army is not good. They rely too much on the command orders of their superior officers when marching and fighting. Of course, this is determined by their actual situation. Ordinary barbarians generally have low intelligence and must rely on their superiors, otherwise they will be scattered. So in After Zi Yi successfully pursued Angelos last year, the Northern Wasteland army chose to retreat before their defeat was clear."

Hearing this, Haita kept nodding in agreement, then frowned and asked, "But we don't have any information about the mysterious commander."

"Haven't we already guessed the general location? As long as we continue to fight in the Zichen Army's battle zone, we can always find some clues."

"Then... who is going?" Haita looked up at Wooding, thought of something, and shook his head firmly, "No, master, you can't go..."

Wooding smiled and waved his hand to interrupt: "I'm not going to do it. Of course, it's useless if I go. This is a tracking assassination, and you have to let professionals do it."

Hearing this, Haita breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and muttered: "Professionals... There are many strong people in Wang Ting's worship, but there are not many who are good at assassination. Well, maybe contact the Thieves Guild and let them go over there Recommend a few people to come over, and then try it with heavy profits..."

"No need to go to such trouble." A smile appeared on Wooding's lips. "There is a professional assassin in the capital right now."

He was stunned for a moment, "Master, you mean... uh, Tang En?" Haita quickly reacted and then remembered that there was indeed such a powerful character hiding in the capital. And what has to be admitted is that there is absolutely no doubt about the other party's professional skills - of course, not only did he threaten to assassinate the king, but he also succeeded in clearing out the traitor under the nose of the sword god. This courage and record are worth mentioning in the entire Western Ze It’s also a trick on the mainland!

"It would be great if he could take action...but he probably won't help us."

"It's not that it should be, it's for sure. We are enemies, but that's under normal circumstances... If our current problem becomes a common problem between us and them, it will be different."

After a pause, Wooding showed a sly look, like an old fox jumping into a henhouse, and said in a persuasive way, "Think about why he came to the capital. And think about the current position of the Gray Army... If I hadn't If I remember correctly, Shiwandashan is very close to the front line, right?"

"Yes, the distance between the two places is only a few hundred kilometers. If it's fast... eh?" Haita's body suddenly shook and he opened his mouth: "Master, master means that we can open a gap here to let the gray-clothed army and the barbarians... …”

"As things stand now, the border defense line is absolutely undefendable, isn't it?" Tanshou said, "In that case, diverting trouble to the east is a normal method on the battlefield. I thought that by then, Xiao Tang would take action."

Taking a deep breath, Haita's mind was spinning wildly, quickly calculating the feasibility of this strategy. After a moment of silence, he licked his lips: "Master Yingming... The problem now is how to negotiate with Tang En on this matter, at least to get some information. But now we don't even know where he is."

Wooding seemed to have already considered the details. Hearing this, he said casually: "Then I'll give in to my grandson..."

"Uh...good idea!"

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Soon, the people in the capital discovered that they had something new to talk about.

Philip is in trouble!

As a legendary figure who has caused the divorce rate in the capital to skyrocket year by year, makes the women in the capital love and hate him, and makes the men in the capital want to beat him up a hundred times a day, Philip, the flower wolf of the capital. It harms the virginity of countless girls. There are countless ways to ruin a young woman’s virginity. And because of their complex tastes and wide range of interests. Up to the wives and concubines of palace ministers. Down to an ordinary girl. Just look at the right eye. Never picky about food. He has incurred countless love debts, and those who want to kill him can line up from the royal castle to the east gate...

It's nothing unusual for something like this to get into trouble every three days.

But this time the situation was different. I don’t know what he was thinking. He actually went to seduce the young wife of a veteran who had great power in the military. You must know that the old general finally waited until his first wife passed away before he married the beautiful young wife he had raised outside. Unexpectedly, the happy event has not yet passed here. The wolf is watching over there...

He was a veteran at best, and he had a fiery temper. After he broke into something good, he used his old body to wield a long-handled machete and chased and slashed three streets of Philip, causing an uproar in the whole city, and no one knew about it.

Of course, unlike the ordinary people who were talking about the imperial capital Hualang being completely screwed this time, people in the capital's upper circles knew Philip's true identity. So at first, he just regarded this matter as a joke, just like Philip hooking up with the daughter of an old congressman before. It was similar to the situation where the other party forced him to jump over the wall and leave with a cane, but it ended in nothing.

But what happened next was a sudden change. First, the Philip family announced that they would sever ties with him, and then the Sword God, who had always been aloof from worldly affairs, seemed to be unable to see his grandson's moral character, and personally sent a message to the royal castle to deal with him severely, which caused the entire capital to explode. pot……

There is no need to think too deeply about Philip's crime, especially the countless cases of destroying a young woman's chastity. Once investigated and dealt with severely, it will be a sure way to be hanged!

Just when all the nobles and dignitaries were lamenting that Philip had completely lost his way this time, the situation that followed became a bit strange. In the first trial, not only did the old general’s beautiful young wife not come, but there were no other victims. Standing up to testify against Philip, he was wrongly accused like a pure white flower...

Of course this was not the case, and it was also a miscalculation by the Inquisition. They originally thought that based on Philip's reputation, although there was no systematic statistics, the number of young women he had seduced in the capital must be at least dozens of people. (Unmarried girls don’t count. Bran’s atmosphere is relatively open. As long as young men and women are willing to be together, it’s not a crime.) When they get this opportunity, why don’t they come over on their own to expose his true face? Thinking of this, the trial court stopped spending a lot of time investigating and interrogating the victim.

But who would have thought that the dispute would go to the end, but now no one involved has come forward to testify, and when asked, they deny it. On the contrary, many cuckolded husbands came and complained for a long time. Unfortunately, their testimonies were not counted. This scene was so suspenseful that the old general breathed out a mouthful of blood...

In the end, there was a stalemate for a long time, and the first trial ended hastily. Philip returned home safe and sound and awaited his second arraignment.

After this battle, Philip's reputation was completely established, like a living legend, worshiped by countless young people in the aristocratic circle. This is a miracle that can only be accomplished by someone who has excellent skills in picking up girls. If you destroy someone else's chastity, not only will you not be resented, but you will have the victims tacitly protect it secretly. This feat is unprecedented and unprecedented.

However, Philip, as the real person involved, does not feel so proud now...

In the evening, in the courtyard of a single-family attic.

Phillip drank alone and was in a depressed mood. It's not because of the current incident, but because I was used as a weapon without any choice, and I can't say anything about it.

He raised his head and drank hard, muttering resentment, "You are really my grandfather! My biological grandfather! You are so familiar with tricking your own children..."

"Damn, you made a careless friend. Why did you let me know such a disaster... I didn't get any benefits, but a lot of shit happened. In the end, it was always me who was unlucky..."

"Why? I told him that I'm not familiar with him. It's useless to kill me, he still won't come out..." A gust of cool wind blew by, and he shivered, "Forget it, you'd better come out quickly. Well, otherwise the old man wouldn’t know what kind of damaging moves he would come up with... He can’t stand it..."

He shook his head, raised his head and took another sip. No wine flowed down. He shook it, threw it away and shouted, "George, Uncle George, bring me another can of wine. Today I want... uh, one drink will cure a thousand people." worry……"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with slightly frosty temples, dressed as a standard butler, appeared in the courtyard with a wine can. He approached and did not hand over the wine can directly. Instead, he looked at the slightly drunk Philip and sat opposite him. Get off, pick up the wine bowl and pour yourself some wine first.

"Ha... Not bad, not bad. Drink it together. Drinking it together will make the taste better... Come on, fill it up for me!"

The middle-aged butler filled up the wine bowl dangling in Phillip's hand as he was told, and then looked at it with his chin raised.

"Drink...hey, why don't you drink?" Philip half-opened his drunken eyes, looking at the middle-aged butler who was still thinking, and urged, "Drink...Oh, by the way, we have to clink glasses first..."

"I said..." Blocking Phillip and passing the wine bowl, the middle-aged housekeeper rubbed his forehead and frowned slightly, "Is it interesting for your old man to do this? Haven't you already tried it? Even if you want to meet and talk with me, To put it bluntly, is it necessary to... uh, use such a self-inflicted trick?"

"W-What? Uncle George, you said...I'll wipe it!"

…………(To be continued...)