Chapter 444 Who Is in the Clear? Who Is Hiding?

At noon, the sky is high and the clouds are clear. .

On the wall of a large city, a soldier squatting on a tall watchtower suddenly narrowed his eyes and saw many vague figures walking in a neat queue at the end of the official road.

There was no need to panic, and of course, there was no need. This is inside the Zichen Army's defense zone and is very safe. And even if an enemy comes in, someone should report back in advance.

Sure enough, as they walked a little further, several small figures in the team ran up the mound on one side, and then several conspicuous flags of different colors were waved continuously.

"Friendly troops, safe. The three armies of Thunder, with a division-level establishment, more than 1,300 people...hey, another one came to take refuge." The lookout soldier squinted his eyes and deciphered the meaning of the flag one by one in a low voice. Of course, the latter sentence is just nonsense.

There are no telephones in other worlds, and civilian communication basically relies on shouting. But of course the army cannot do this. Human wisdom is infinite, so scouts who specialize in delivering messages, and the current semaphore, are all ways of communication. Semaphore is suitable for short to medium distances. If a team of more than a thousand people wants to enter the city like this, it is undoubtedly best to say hello first to avoid any misunderstanding.

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While the lookout soldiers were looking here, two men on horseback in the team were also looking at the city in the distance. If there are people here who know a little bit about Bran's military rank, they will recognize that he is a deputy general or a division commander from the marks on their arms.

Both of them are middle-aged. If you judge intuitively from their appearance and temperament, the deputy general should be slightly older than the division commander. Of course, this is just a guess, mainly because although the lieutenant general has unconventional dark red curly hair, he has a dignified appearance and a calm demeanor, while the senior commander has an evil spirit exposed and looks much more rude.

But now the calm lieutenant seemed a little dazed. Although his eyes were staring at the city in the distance, they had no focus. The division commander beside him didn't notice at first, but later when he saw the deputy general keeping his gaze for a long time, he realized that he was distracted and coughed twice: "Ahem, general, we are here."

"Yes." The deputy general nodded slightly, but he was still in a state of confusion.

Seeing this, the division commander came closer and said: "General, there is no need to worry. The previous battle was dictated by the current situation. No one could have imagined that the barbarians would all pounce on them like mad dogs. When we go back and re-mobilize our troops, we will definitely be able to fight a good turnaround. Get out of this frustrated mood."

The deputy general finally came to his senses and said with a noncommittal smile: "Haha, okay, I'm waiting to see your turnaround."

The division commander knew that he had guessed wrong, and then he raised his eyebrows, as if thinking of something, and lowered his voice: "The general is thinking about that self-proclaimed guy... uh."

Before he finished speaking, the deputy general suddenly turned his head as if he had been told something that was on his mind, his eyes as sharp as knives. However, after seeing the stunned expression of the middle-aged teacher, it dimmed instantly, and he shook his head gently: "I'm old, I'm old...Maisen, you have been with me for decades, and you know what happened back then. Well, in recent years I don’t know why, but I always feel like that guy will suddenly jump out and stab me with a gun... Haha, maybe I’m getting more timid as I get older.”

"Haha, General, you're kidding. You were in your prime. Not long ago, when you broke out, you killed the barbarians who were blocking the road with a knife. You have nothing to do with your old name." The middle-aged division commander named Maisen shook his head and laughed. There was no trace of flattery in the middle, and then he pondered for a moment and said carelessly, "General, you don't have to worry too much. No matter how that self-proclaimed guy escaped, but since he didn't honestly find a place Hiding and hiding incognito, but still daring to come to the front line with such arrogance, you are seeking death!"

After a pause, Maison was worthy of his appearance and temperament. He opened his mouth with a bloody and ferocious aura, "Hey, and he deserves to die. He was recognized by Gray Eagle who was the archery instructor in the back. This is God's will. Let us take action again and send him to hell completely! Haha, although we have cut off contact with that kid Kolo because of this damn barbarian. But if we guessed correctly, he is probably dead in the wilderness long ago. The flesh and blood were taken away by the vultures, and no bones remained.”

Speaking of Kolo, the red-haired lieutenant is naturally the red-haired ferret Frey and the others call Werner.

Hearing Maison's words of confidence and contentment, he didn't have any expression of excitement or joy. He squinted at the city wall that was getting closer again, with a look of reminiscence: "It's too early to say this now. Frey is not someone who gives up easily, and he is not a person who gives up easily. A person who is easy to deal with... Well, in fact, I always admired him back then, and even admired him a little. If fate hadn't played a trick on us and assigned us to the same division at the same time, and we had to be compared. I believe I would have become like him. Good friends, even brothers who rely on each other for life and death on the battlefield. It's a pity...It's a pity that we are destined to be enemies, and he is so outstanding, so outstanding...so outstanding that the people around him can't shine at all, only To be able to curl up and crouch in his shadow.”

Speaking of this, Weiner's words contained some resentment, and he was probably aware of it, so he shut up and slowed down. Mason on the side nodded silently. He and Gray Eagle, who was transferred to the rear as an archery instructor, were both old men who had been with Weiner for decades. They were also members of the Storm Blade Team back then, so they naturally knew how Weiner felt. . In fact, when they compared themselves with the soldiers of the Thunder Spear Breaking Formation, they felt the same way.

"Of course, it's meaningless to say this now." Weiner shook his head slightly, "Since he is already an enemy, it is natural to kill him by any means! This is like water that is thrown out and cannot be taken back. Now All we can do is sprinkle some dust to completely bury the water traces."

"Don't worry, General." Mason raised his head slightly after hearing this, and the evil look on his face became even more intense. "This is no longer the era of Frey. Even if that kid Kolo didn't kill him, with our current status, Plenty of opportunities to kill him."

Weiner did not object this time and nodded slightly. This is the fact. Today, Weiner has the rank of deputy general, while Frey is just a battalion commander, and he is still a member of the Gray Army. No matter how you look at it, it is a direct crush without any suspense. But then he said cautiously: "This matter must be resolved as soon as possible. He may not know that I was behind the scenes, but he killed the noble. If he is forced to find out, it will be a big trouble if it is publicized again."

After a pause, as if he had thought of something, he continued: "Oh, and there is one more thing. Although Frey is not a big threat to us now, we should not take it lightly. That madman Barlow was his subordinate back then. If he knew If Frey is not dead, we will never have another chance to strike."

Most people in the Thunder Legion knew that Barlow participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Gray Army last year. But no one heard about Barlow's encounter with Frey. The reason for this is of course that Barlow did not publicize it after his return. After all, the relationship between the Gray Army and Bran was very tense at that time. If Frey's identity was exposed, wouldn't it cause hatred. As for now, Barlow really doesn't know that Frey has come to the front line. Otherwise, with his status and status, how could he let Frey and others go to the wilderness front line to serve as cannon fodder.

"Understood." Mason nodded simply. Barlow is a general after all, one level higher than Werner. Of course they have to be careful to avoid it. "Don't worry, General. When I get back this time, I will immediately start investigating Fu Feng." All the news about Lei. Hehe, after so many years, they are still in the light, and we are still in the dark. Last time he was able to rush thousands of miles to kill the brain-dead noble, can he still rush to kill us this time? "

"Haha..." These ironic words made Weiner couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and chuckle twice.

At this time, the advancing team had reached the city gate. The soldiers guarding the city had received the news from the watchtower. They politely stepped forward to verify the road here, and then waved to let them go. But at this moment, suddenly,

Uproar...

A burst of confusion came from behind. Weiner turned his head in astonishment on his horse, and then frowned. I saw a small team rushing to the city gate at the same time. Judging from the style of their armor, they turned out to be from the Thunder Legion. However, their expressions were very anxious, and their actions were brutal and rough. They even knocked away the queue here and insisted on rushing towards the city gate.

In ordinary times, the behavior of crossing and colliding with other team formations for no reason can be said to be a taboo in the army. This involves the issue of the sense of honor of the soldiers in the team. If you are not careful, there will be a group fight. No wonder Weiner frowned and was a little dissatisfied when he saw this.

The soldiers guarding the city here had already passed, but the negotiation was not going well. They saw a big man on the other side holding up a road sign and shouting loudly: "Get out of the way, everyone, get out of my way. Someone on our side is injured. Let's go now." I want to go to the city for treatment... How dare you stop me? Get out..."

Weiner suddenly realized that he wanted to send the wounded soldiers to the city for treatment as soon as possible. In such a hurry, the other party naturally couldn't care about anything else.

When Meissen saw this, his face became a little gloomy: "Hey, which army are these bastards from? Dare to attack my division..."

"Forget it." Waving his hand, Weiner was generous and drove the horse to one side. "The team dispersed and let them go forward."

Preventing wounded soldiers from entering the city for treatment is unreasonable no matter where it spreads. Although at Weiner's level, if he really wanted to advance, the other party wouldn't be able to do anything about him, but of course it would be better not to do such a thing that would destroy his reputation.

Meissen also knew this, so even though he was a little dissatisfied, he still waved his soldiers to spread out to both sides to make way for a road directly to the city gate.

Soon, the hurried-looking soldiers at the back walked into the center of the team and approached where Weiner and others were.

kindness? Weiner suddenly frowned at this time. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that some of these soldiers glanced here a few times. Those eyes seemed a bit familiar...

Meissen didn't pay attention. Seeing these soldiers covered in blood and mud, in a miserable state, and some of them being carried on simple stretchers, he couldn't help but smacked his lips: "Tsk, tsk, this is not a light injury..."

Injury... A flash of lightning suddenly flashed through Maisen's mind, his scalp numbed, and his face changed instantly, "No! This is inside the Zichen Legion's defense area. Where were they injured?"

Before he finished speaking, wow... a green-gang spear was suddenly raised in the middle of the team, with lightning overflowing and shining on the spot. Then there was an angry roar, "Do it!"

The familiar spear, the familiar electric light... Weiner's pupils suddenly shrank sharply, and the chill on his back suddenly rushed from his tailbone to his head, and he screamed, "Frey!"

…………(To be continued.)