Chambord King Alexander's people
The garrison soldiers let out a low cheer, as if they saw hope.
The faces of the nobles and guards around Soroyev suddenly changed, and they were extremely embarrassed. The nobles lowered their heads one by one. Just now they seemed to scold the two strong men angrily, but now they dare not even fart.
During the day, the city lord's special envoy was photographed as meatloaf and the young nobles were beheaded mercilessly at the gate of the camp. They already knew about it, because it was originally the city lord who wanted to test the new commander They deliberately instigated it because of the bottom line of the officials, so now they dare not say anything, and each of them secretly prayed in their hearts that the demon King Chambord would never stare at him.
Soroyev's expression also changed.
King Chambord's summoning made him feel terrified, and the playful look in the eyes of the two strong men in front of him made him even more angry and angry, but there was nothing he could do. If someone else dared to call himself a fat pig, He had already chopped these two people into mincemeat, but now...he really didn't dare to do anything to King Chambord's people.
"Since it was summoned by Lord Alexander, the Lord of the City will go there immediately."
Soroyev's neck was flushed, suppressed the anger in his heart, turned around and waved: "Just take advantage of this opportunity, everyone follow me to meet the first commander in the theater!"
"My lord, these three people..."
The guard with the long ax in his hand asked in a low voice.
"Put the three of them up first, and wait for me to come back."
Soroyev glared at the guard, and the guard immediately understood, beckoning his companions to drag the three unlucky guys away.
"Huh? Wait."
Drogba glanced at him, frowned, and asked in confusion: "These three soldiers are wearing the uniforms of the city garrison? Well, there are still scars left by the battle on their bodies? Are they from Ajax? Why did they suffer such a crime?" Big punishment?"
"This...the three of them openly incited the soldiers in the city to rebel, affecting morale and shaking the morale of the army. All the city lords ordered them to be punished."
The city lord's guard rolled his eyes and gave a reason.
"Oh? Inciting soldiers to judge? Shaking the morale of the army? Well, that really deserves to die."
Drogba nodded seriously.
Soroyev breathed a sigh of relief, and the head guard secretly wiped his sweat. Fortunately, these two strong men don't seem to be very smart, otherwise they wouldn't be so easy to deceive.
"No, we did not incite our partners to rebel, we were wronged, my lord, please help..."
The young soldier who caused trouble to protect his brother's body went all out and shouted.
"Shut up!"
The head guard yelled at the young soldier.
"Shut up!"
Drogba also yelled at the young soldier, paused, waited for the poor young soldier viciously, and added: "You little soldier, how can you speak here?"
The young soldier froze.
There was a look of despair in his eyes. He originally thought that these two strong men sent by the legendary King Chambord were the saviors. Not daring to offend the City Lord's Mansion, there was a wry smile of extreme despair.
"Haha, hahahaha..."
In the distance, looking at the sad and infuriating scene in front of him, the tall and thin soldier who had his right hand cut off before had blood on his severed limbs, his face was sallow from pain, but he raised his head and laughed, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. This laughter was full of sarcasm and ridicule, and anyone could tell that the despair and unwillingness in this laughter even far exceeded his physical pain.
As for the guarding soldiers covered in scars all around, their eyes turned red immediately when they saw their companions end up in such a miserable end.
They also didn't expect that the two strong men sent by King Chambord were not the straw they imagined.
On the contrary, Soroyev, the city lord who was as fat as a pig, changed his face at this moment, his eyes almost submerged in the fat narrowed slightly, and a bright light flashed. He seemed to have discovered something more interesting, maybe King Chambord is not as scary as he imagined, at least these two strong men are not the same as those lowly commoners.
"Hey, you, yes, it's you... Speaking of you, come here, and tell me carefully how these three soldiers incited the garrison to rebel and shake the morale of the army."
Drogba still had a grinning expression on his face, hooking his hands at the head of the guard.
"Yes, my lord, in fact, what happened is like this. Just now... these three lowly cowards, who were timid and afraid of death, hid secretly during the battle and did nothing. After the Ajaxes withdrew their troops, they spread rumors among the soldiers. Said that Shuangqi City would not be able to defend sooner or later, and encouraged the soldiers to abandon the city and flee... "
The head of the guard walked over with a nod and bowed his head, and began to tell the crimes of the three poor soldiers, spitting all over the place.
"Really?"
A sneer appeared on the corner of Drogba's mouth not knowing what was appropriate.
"Of course it is true, absolutely true, I swear on the glory of my warrior, everything I just said is true."
The chief guard swears, swears to God.
Drogba approached the chief guard and asked inexplicably, "Hey, take a closer look at me, do I look like a fool?"
"Ah? Fool? Oh, no, it's not like! How is it possible, my lord, you are so mighty and extraordinary..."
The head guard hurriedly replied, with a flattering smile on his face, and wanted to say something flattering.
Snapped!
At this moment, Drogba, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned cold.
Before everyone could react, this burly man showed his big hand like a pot lid, raised his hand and slapped the unsuspecting chief guard like a spinning top. Turning in a circle, the silver helmet flew out with a clang and fell below the city wall.
"Bah! Now that you know I'm not stupid, how dare you lie to me with such a big pile of lies?"
As Drogba said, he slapped again, directly slapping the chief guard of the City Lord's Mansion squatting on the ground in a daze.
Didier Drogba didn't give up, he raised his foot again, kicked him out, grabbed the desperate young soldier from the hands of the guards of the city lord's mansion, and pointed at the soldier who was still bleeding Glaring at the nobles and the guards around them, he shouted and asked: "Open your dog eyes and take a good look, what is this? These are all wounds! It is the wound left by the Ajax man's scimitar! This They are our soldiers! The soldiers who guarded the city of Double Flags bravely! Do you think I am blind? Is it a fool? Can’t you tell? Such a soldier will hide during the battle, and will encourage his companions to flee after the battle is over?"
The hopeless light in the young soldier's eyes turned into astonishment and confusion.
The soldiers around who had lowered their heads and dared not speak out raised their heads in surprise, with incredible surprise in their eyes, looking at the tyrannical and strong man in front of them, they seemed to finally understand something.
Drogba glanced over these wounded soldiers and asked loudly, "Tell me, tell me, did this young man encourage you to abandon the city and run away?"
There was a brief silence.
"No."
Someone answered in a low voice, and then several soldiers answered sparsely.
Drogba got angry, grabbed the young soldier's hand, and asked angrily: "Touch your own conscience, tell me loudly, this young man, this young man who gave his back to you in battle, this young man The young man who blocked the enemy's sword for you during the battle, this young man who fought side by side with you no matter how many ferocious Ajax people faced... Did he encourage you to run?"
This series of questions, like thunder, resounded in the ears of every soldier, detonating the suppressed anger in their hearts.
"No! Your Excellency, he has not! No! No! No!"
All the garrison soldiers raised their heads and answered in a way that was almost roaring.
This sound, like the eruption of volcanic magma that has been silent for thousands of years underground, is uniform and straight into the sky. The iron and blood aura contained in it changes the color of the world and almost shatters everyone's eardrums and souls.
The city lord Soroyev, the nobles and the guards suddenly changed their colors.
"You came to tell me earlier, should he be executed?"
Drogba yelled again and asked questions.
"No! No! No! No! No! No!"
He was answered by the angry shouts of uniformed soldiers, this time without the slightest hesitation.
Drogba patted the young soldier who was already trembling with excitement and gratitude, and said softly: "Soldier, why are you being punished? What happened, do you dare to tell me in full?"
"My lord, dare, I dare."
Without the slightest hesitation, the young soldier spoke loudly.
Except for Didier Drogba and Pierce, everyone present saw and remembered what happened just now, and they knew it better than anyone else. But when this young soldier with scars and blood on his body Roaring, using a hoarse voice and not fluent sentences, when he told the matter again, every soldier in the garrison was deeply touched. They felt ashamed because of their previous silence, and everyone's heart There was a fire burning, the fire of anger that seemed to consume everything.
"Enough! Shut up!"
Soroyev yelled and interrupted the young soldier's narration.
The fat city lord felt an extremely bad atmosphere spreading, and he couldn't bear this kind of scene. He felt that his dignity and glory as a second-class nobleman of the empire had been provoked, which was simply intolerable.