Time travel rebellion, I'm serious

While Li Yunlong was having fun and making trouble, the young Viscount Henrietta, the governor of Zecorona Province, had already led his army into the peak pass.

The respected bishops danced around the little Viscount Henrietta and shouted for God's blessing. At the same time, the respected barber and doctor Mr. Tony took a razor to bleed the distinguished little Viscount Henrietta.

It's just been a day of tossing, and the noble little Viscount Henrietta hasn't woken up yet, so the doctor has already suggested it.

"How about we give the noble little Viscount Henrietta an enema?"

It was really a chill, and little Viscount Henrietta slowly opened her eyes.

"My lords, what's wrong with me?"

Seeing little Viscount Henrietta wake up, everyone around him cheered happily, and then the attendant told him that he unfortunately fainted yesterday, and now with the blessing of God and the care of doctors, he finally woke up.

"Dear Bishop, I'm really sorry to trouble you!"

The bishop looked tired, but he still said kindly: "You are God's descendant in the world. God will bless you. I will take my leave."

After saying that, the bishop hurriedly went out to prepare for a good sleep.

After all, I’m almost exhausted from dancing all night!

Watching the bishop leave, little Viscount Henrietta also showed great respect to Tony and other doctors.

"Excuse me, gentlemen!"

Mr. Tony is also very humble, which is what they should do.

Of course, some Mr. Tony felt sorry for this, after all, he had not yet demonstrated his enema skills.

What a pity, what a pity! !

After all these Doctor Tonys left, little Viscount Henrietta felt how weak she really was.

You must know that before he fell into coma, his body was extremely healthy!

"Butler, thanks to the Bishop and Mr. Tony, they are all very good people!"

The butler also nodded in agreement, "Yes, sir, the bishop has been praying for you all night. Mr. Tony also didn't dare to close his eyes all night, and kept bleeding for you. God bless you, you finally woke up."

"If you have anything to say, just say it. With the Bishop and Mr. Tony, can I still die?"

The young Viscount Henrietta naturally saw the hesitant look on the butler's face, so he comforted him.

After all, he has been foolishly deceived by the Han army for so long, and he has a grudge against the Han army for killing his father. How can there be anything to attack him?

When the butler saw this, he only briefly described the matter.

"Sir, your original barony was attacked by a swarm of Han troops. Food, slaves, and money were all robbed, and the castles and estates were burned down!"

"My old barony? Didn't I give it to my eldest son?"

"Yes sir!"

"What about my daughter-in-law and grandson?"

"Unfortunately, they may be dead!"

"That's it! . . . apart from..."

Looking at little Viscount Henrietta who fainted again, the butler shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty Bishop, Mr. Tony, I fainted again!"

"What?" The Lord Bishop jumped up.

"Quick, quick, I told you to give me an enema!"

Mr. Tony, who loves enemas, is very happy that he is finally going to show off his skills.

..................

Another day passed, and it was already the third day after entering the city. The noble little Viscount Henrietta's face was pale and it was hard to tell, but the whiteness of his lips was clearly visible.

I saw him dragging his extremely weak body to the temporarily arranged command hall.

"Gentlemen, we are not making noise here now, but we must seize the time to hunt down those cunning Han troops who can only run away!"

"But Your Excellency the Viscount, the Han army's castles at both ends of the mountain have not been captured yet, so the subsequent caravan will pass through here!"

"Knight Zephnaia, you don't have to worry too much about this. This is something that those cunning and lowly businessmen should consider, and it has nothing to do with us. What we need now is to quickly capture those Han troops, because they are tainting us. The glory of the nobility!"

The bishop also agreed with this, "Gentlemen, the Han army is all believers of the evil god, and it is okay to be a businessman, but we, the believers of the god, must absolutely and must destroy the evil Han army as quickly as possible. !”

As the will of the upper class was determined, and the food of the caravan became more and more expensive during this period, the soldiers and mercenaries of the lower class could not wait to rush into the territory of the Han army and plunder to enrich their wallets.

On the same day, the army set off, and the mercenaries who were at the forefront or the fastest found it near dusk.

Eh?

How come these standing armies of the American Empire can run faster than them?

They were obviously the ones running in front, right? ?

I don’t understand!

So the two sides didn't have any intersection. After all, the regular army looked down on them mercenaries for a day or two, and the mercenaries didn't look down on the regular army. Isn't the regular army better equipped than the mercenaries? They didn't fight to the death. The courage is a bunch of rubbish.

"Always feel weird?"

Looking at these standing troops with somewhat panicked faces and scattered armor, the mercenary captain always had a strange feeling.

"Kill!"

At this moment, a high-pitched and incomprehensible voice came from all directions, and the imperial standing army not far away from them jumped up and started running away like frightened beasts.

"What are they doing?"

The mercenaries seemed to be watching a joke, but the leader reacted.

"Asshole, attack, it's an attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of arrows knocked down more than a dozen of their men.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

At this time, they finally discovered the enemy and saw many people who looked like the Dagan people wearing strange armors and killing them.

"Fire back with arrows!"

The mercenaries rushed to fight, but these enemies were very elite, with shields, guns and archers, so they couldn't take advantage at all.

Soon when the two sides were fighting hand to hand, they discovered that these people were skilled in cooperating with each other and were completely suppressing them. Everyone regarded them as enemies with red eyes.

At this moment, they understood that these people were not Dagan people, but Han troops, and they were the elites of the Han troops.

"Damn it, these people were attracted by those standing armies."

"Betraying friendly forces is despicable and shameless!"

However, no matter how much they scolded them, they could not change the increasing situation of the Han army.

"Why are you all here to fight us? We are mercenaries. Aren't you supposed to fight the standing armies of the American Empire?"

This mercenary group is going crazy, and their losses are getting more and more heavy, but these elite Han troops are like crazy, completely abandoning the standing army of the American Empire, and focusing on attacking them.

At the same time, the officer of the standing army who had fled far away asked the leading knight with some worry:

"Sir, it's fine if we don't help the friendly forces, but betray them, okay?"

The knight wiped his sweat and said with lingering fear:

"Did we betray them? Don't you think about why the Han army attacked these mercenaries crazily when they encountered them, and even ran over to fight those mercenaries while we were fighting?"

"To put it bluntly, these hyenas must have done something bad and made the Han army anxious."

After hearing this, the officer quickly suggested, "In that case, Lord Knight, let's run away quickly. Those mercenaries probably won't last long!"

"Yes, yes, yes, run, run quickly, the Han army will catch up again soon!"

As soon as the words fell, the pace of this standing army became a little faster.