Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Lord Justinian was forcibly brought to Coventry. The battle group of 500 soldiers carrying flintlock guns was no longer something he could resist. Since the beginning of this war, men in the country have been forcibly transferred to strange places. country, fighting a war that has nothing to do with them.

Emperor William looked at this old friend, showing a smile that he rarely showed in recent days, and pulled Justinian to sit next to him.

Justinian watched various delicacies being brought to the table, but he had no appetite at all, and the anxiety in his heart made him at a loss.

Emperor William himself poured him a glass of red wine and said calmly: "The first line of defense has been broken. I need your help, Justinian."

Justinian had a complicated mood. He looked at the red wine at hand, then at his former friend, and shook his head slowly: "I have nothing to help you, Emperor William."

William's hand holding the wine glass tightened obviously, and then relaxed again: "You are helping me by staying with me here."

The next conversation was that Emperor William began to recall some interesting things about himself and Lord Justinian when they were children, and Justinian finally felt a little more relaxed.

The palace banquet lasted almost from day to night, and the delicacies on the table were changed again and again. Seeing that William was in a good mood, Justinian finally couldn't hold himself back.

"Let's talk peace. This war was wrong from the beginning."

William looked at Justinian for a long time: "You know everything about little William. Even without this war, how long can I control this country? I don't have a qualified heir, so why not fight and win... ."

Justinian interrupted William indifferently: "What if you lose the battle? Will the whole country be buried with you? My best friend William is not such a person, nor is he such a monarch."

William took a sip of red wine: "People can change, Justinian. Only after sitting in this position did I realize how fascinating real power is and how gorgeous real power is."

Justinian didn't know where the courage came from: "What about now, does the real power lie in sitting in this cage-like palace, waiting for the enemy to easily destroy your so-called defense line?"

The magnificent, jewel-encrusted double doors were suddenly opened, and Patrick walked in. Emperor William frowned.

He knew that Patrick would knock on the door if he reported something, but he didn't do it this time. Emperor William, who pretended to be calm, coughed twice and said, "I just had a few words with my old friend. The tone was a little more intense. There is no need to be nervous." .”

Patrick shook his head, walked quickly to Emperor William's ear and whispered a few words. Emperor William's face changed immediately, and Justinian pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Shrink the front! Mobilize the militia! Women! Children! You can all take up arms to defend the country! The entire palace and castle are under martial law! Let those Slavs dig trenches and build fortifications to resist the enemy! Victory belongs to the empire!"

Listening to Emperor William's continuous orders, Justinian laughed twice: "The matter has come to an end, William, let's negotiate."

A glass of red wine was poured directly into Justinian's face. Emperor William glared angrily: "You want this emperor to surrender!? Patrick! Lock up this extremely rude and dirty maggot in a dark water prison! The empire is Invincible!"

Justinian didn't even resist, and was taken away by Patrick and taken to the water prison.

The Tianwei Army marched all the way without even encountering any decent resistance. Most of the castles they encountered were filled with only women, children, and the elderly. They struggled to survive with the few remaining food and water sources in the castle.

When they arrived at the so-called enemy's second line of defense, Yuchi Jingde looked around and saw devastation. A large number of enemy corpses piled up like mountains. The fortifications were all in tatters and there was a dead silence.

"Report to the general! We found a survivor. He is in bad condition. Military doctors are giving emergency treatment."

Wang Yan scratched his head: "General, what's going on? Who would fight if we didn't come?"

Yuchi Jingde got out of the car, grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, twisted it in his hands, and sniffed: "About a day ago, a large-scale gun battle broke out here. Some explosives were used, but they were not very powerful. The smoke in the soil was The flavor is somewhere between strong and light.”

"That's it for now. We'll be stationed on the spot. We'll double the number of outposts than usual. We'll wait until the only survivor can speak."

At night, after all the blood transfusions, adrenaline, and painkillers were given, the only survivor finally woke up and looked at the people in unknown military uniforms with a very frightened look.

"Don't be afraid. You are safe. No one here will hurt you. You were shot in the chest and lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, we arrived in time, otherwise you would have lost your life by now."

Under the slow speaking speed of the translator, the only living soldier finally calmed down: "Where is this?"

"You are in the Tianwei Army's temporary field hospital. The doctors here have performed simple treatment on your injuries. Are you awake now?"

The soldier opened his clothes, revealing a tightly wrapped bandage. The wound was torn by his movements, and there was only slight pain under the influence of painkillers.

"I'm awake. I'm a little hungry. Can you give me something to eat?"

After the translation was completed, Shi Kuan went out and went straight to Lao Duan of Huotou Camp. When Lao Duan saw Shi Kuan coming towards him, he waved his hand directly: "Mao gets rice seven, didn't you inform me? I can't eat dry food by myself." Go to the logistics department to get it."

Shi Kuan took Lao Duan's arm and said, "No, no, the only wounded patient woke up and said he was hungry. He is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old baby. How can you, Boss Duan, make food for the sick people on the left and right?"

Lao Duan slowed down in tearing the sesame candy in his hand and said, "Xiaozi has done something wrong, okay, you can do something for me."

Shi Kuan entered the kitchen less than three minutes before being kicked out by Old Duan. He couldn't help. He could kill a chicken and chop it into pieces, but the chicken was still alive and kicking. He washed the rice thoroughly with a basin of water. Of rice.

Ten minutes later, Lao Duan brought out the dinner plate and yelled angrily at Shi Kuan: "Take it away, let me see you in the kitchen again, you won't have chopsticks to eat from now on!"

Shi Kuan looked at the patient meal on the tray, which consisted of a hibiscus chicken slice, a bowl of chicken soup and shredded chicken porridge, two perfectly fried poached eggs, and a lot of soy sauce poured on top.

After walking a few steps, Shi Kuan was stopped by Lao Duan again: "Bring back the chopsticks. I don't know how to use them. Bring a spoon and a fork over here."

Shi Kuan nodded: "Boss Duan is Boss Duan, he is considerate, thank you very much! Please give me some credit for asking for useful information."

Old Duan sent Shi Kuan away with a curse, and sighed: "Young men also drag strong men to the battlefield, but I think they are all crazy."