Orc Tyrant

"Why has the green skin on the other side of the river been screaming since the morning?"

Ben Lier, who had been promoted to general, asked aloud.

But no one can answer this question, and no one can answer the next question.

"Why don't our intelligence department have any explanation for this? Can anyone tell me?"

The senior generals of the Skarson River frontline troops moved nervously.

Ben Lier summoned them to the largest conference hall in the palace, and they cautiously avoided his discomfort.

Since replacing the ruined Grete as the top commander on the front line of the New California Republic, this violent temper is notorious.

At the same time, he is also famous for his great achievements in the last battle.

The victory in Citrus Town was the only shining point in the heavy thunderstorm. According to the official statement, Ben Lier and his soldiers fought bravely and successfully eliminated an unknown "legion" in Ouke and made the green-skinned tyrant. "Crying for three days." (Forgetful readers can look back at Chapter 398.)

In contrast, the Kwaiyuanling blockade was just an ordinary battle, an unsuccessful battle.

Therefore, Ben Lier became the salvation hero of the New California Republic after the war, and the Duke of Eugene of the Eastern Benedict Empire (bone after the war). He was also called the "Double Walls of Humanity" and was the "most outstanding" One of the enemies to fear".

But now it seems that such an achievement is already in jeopardy.

In order to highlight his heroic temperament, Ben Lier must carefully make-up every time he appears in public, such as making his fair skin shine as if it is reflecting light.

Outside the dark blue uniform, he was also wearing a velvet coat, black riding boots with gorgeous spurs, a mopping colored silk cloak on his arm, and a soldier next to him held it respectfully like a holy thing. His fur military cap.

The battle-tested veteran belongs to the feared inner guard. In order to prevent the enemy’s assassination and espionage activities, the New California Republic has expanded the power of the inner guard, although they play more ritual roles in the army. An outstanding commander like Ben Lier served as a personal guard.

The other five inner guards stood behind the commander with their hands on the hilt.

One of them held high a banner studded with pure gold medals and medals, showing the glorious achievements of Ben Lier, while the other held a gold chain and held the lord commander’s pet, the red-brown fur of the noble hound There are spots and stripes on it.

"Does anyone talk about it?"

Ben Lier continued to ask.

There are almost a hundred officers in this room. These high-ranking commanders lead approximately 750,000 troops on the Gamel-Wali line.

More than twenty foreign military officers represented other volunteer corps. They stood solemnly among the officers in various uniforms, including the commanders of the Citizen Temple, the Kaimon Saint Mercy Order, the Scorching Sun Knights, the Iron Thorns Order, and Representatives of a group of logistics and reconnaissance forces.

No one seemed very willing to risk any answer.

Behind the crowd, Catherine watched the commander carefully.

She had just arrived with her subordinates the day before, and she just witnessed the abnormal situation on the other side of the river, and felt deeply disturbed in her heart.

She knew better than anyone what happened.

The white knight failed.

The destroyer had arrived at his fortress, among the warlords and butchers.

On the other hand, she felt pity for Mountbatten.

In her impression, the major general was an admirable soldier, and the command of the most turbulent section of the river was in his hands.

Ben Lier turned his head and stared at Mountbatten.

"Major General?"

He asked without kindness.

"Anything to say?"

There was a moment of silence, and Mountbatten was full of contempt for this coward. In a sense, it was him who made the thunderstorm really turn into a disaster, but he could not say such a thing.

The country needs a hero, but he is not. The significance of this is extraordinary.

"No, sir."

Mountbatten shook his head.

"I have nothing to say."

"Really?"

"Yes, sir, you already know everything I can say."

Catherine squinted her eyes, admiring him.

That major general is really kind.

Many times, she witnessed various officers gaffes in front of their superiors, wailing, and looking for excuses, but Mountbatten had no intention to excuse himself. He faced all the consequences.

Compared to the illusory Ben Lier, he really has the traits that a commander should have, and this trait, she has also seen in the Duke of Eugene of the Benedict Empire, and only such a person can face the storm. , Fearless.

Ben Lier stared at the major general, not knowing what he was planning.

Mountbatten just stood upright, his eyes dark and bright, like the tight belt he used to fasten his helmet.

Without expression, Mountbatten suddenly drew half of his saber with his right hand, while his left hand grabbed the top of the scabbard, waiting for orders from his superiors.

The commanders around showed surprise expressions.

This is an ancient ceremony, a kind of etiquette handed down from the knight family of the Old World.

This action meant that as long as Ben Lier nodded, Mountbatten would break the blade with the scabbard in his hand, indicating his failure and negligence, and accepting punishment for depriving him of his military rank and power.

A brave act.

"I'll talk about it later, Major General Mountbatten."

A few seconds later, Ben Lil waved his hand lightly, and Mountbatten immediately retracted his sword.

The admiral stepped forward, and the gathered officers hurriedly stepped aside to make way for him.

He passed through the crowd and walked to the window at the far end of the room. The inner guard followed him closely, and the hound followed him, his tongue hanging from the predator's long mouth.

"One year and three months."

Ben Lier said as he walked.

"We have resisted Ok for a year and eight months, and the beasts are still harassing us, but now it is still time to accumulate strength. We need more soldiers, more artillery, more tanks, and more. Before that, we just have to wait and be patient... This **** war seems to have just begun, but we don’t even know what they are doing!"

He walked to the center of the room and stopped.

The inner guards immediately stood beside him, staring forward.

The hound walked a few steps away, straightened its golden chain, and sat on the ground.

Ben Lier slowly turned around, looking at the officers gathered around him.

"I have been very honored recently."

He said seriously.

"Communication with the President, do any of you know where that person is now?"

No one answered.

"I'll tell you."

Ben Lier shook his finger.

"Your Excellency the President has traveled across the oceans and is now in the fortress of the Citizens Temple, and is holding talks with the heads of many countries! He is for the future of mankind and hopes that everyone will fight the green skin side by side!

As soon as this remark came out, everyone outside of Catherine seemed surprised.

But she just left that meeting.

It was a wrangling conference full of interest division and bargaining, and it was far less glorious and just as publicized.

"——The huge number of those savage monsters is unprecedented, and the great motherland is facing their challenges directly! Can you imagine? Over time, our offensive may become a turning point, the moment when mankind established rule over the world, that The moment when alien enemies flee with their tails clipped and never look back!"

Ben Lier hesitated and spoke again.

He was still turning around slowly, looking at everyone with passionate eyes.

"In his busy schedule, your Excellency the President took time to contact his generals to check their achievements and encourage their efforts. But how should I respond to him? How should I respond to him?"

Mountbatten frowned suddenly, and he realized that things were not simple.

In any case, front-line warfare is something the Department of Defense should be concerned about, and the president has no reason to contact the front-line commander directly.

Unless he specifically wants to know something.

But what would make the president take the initiative to contact an admiral rather than commit a taboo?

Ben Lil let his words echo in the room, and he raised his hand and pointed to the ceiling.

"Holy Father is here, this is our best effort?"

He continued to pace and walked to the window.

This room is located on the upper floors of the Gammel Fortress, where you can clearly see the whole view of the opposite bank of the Skassen River.

The officers gathered behind him, and even at this distance, the green-skinned roars in the distance were clearly audible.