don't make me wear a skirt

The little soldier seemed to understand the anxious emotion under the Duke's indifferent surface, he didn't speak any more, and stepped back tremblingly with his head down.

This night Moyevia was brightly lit, and the city residents seemed to smell an unusual smell. They secretly opened the windows and silently watched the cavalry patrolling outside.

Before Hecha found Lytle's whereabouts, the emergency report from the small town of Cary hit his heart like a heavy hammer—Earl Omans rebelled.

Things are far more out of control than imagined.

Earl Omans' dungeon hides a large number of puppets, and his fighting power is extraordinary. He actually captured the small town of Cary in one night. Mrs. Lina wrote a letter to Duke Hecha just before the fall.

Before long, Earl Omans will besiege Moyevia with his puppet army.

The group of people pretending to be Ireland must not be released from the city, otherwise the two parties will become one, and under the command of the puppet master, it will be even more out of control.

The evacuation of the city residents is also a problem now, and the city residents must be gathered in a safe place before Earl Omans arrives.

The lack of cooperation of the Knight Commander Loge caused Hecha to be devastated.

He didn't believe that the puppet had such a huge combat power at all. He said to John Bar nonchalantly: "Kari City is just a third-rate small city, and there is no elite cavalry guarding it. It is normal for it to be captured. Moyevia is different. We With the mighty cavalry, and me—the royals with a lot of energy, why should we spend time and energy on the frivolous thing of evacuating the crowd?"

John was so angry that he wanted to burn the guy to death with his nose.

He reported to Hecha angrily, and Hecha glanced at him indifferently: "He is self-willed and conceited, his vision is small, and he cannot be reused, but he is easy to be incited, just stimulate him a little."

Sure enough, when he looked at Luoge contemptuously, he asked contemptuously: "Do you really don't want to help or you don't have the ability at all? If you don't have the ability, go out and turn right to take a pee according to your own strength, and leave Moyevia as soon as possible." Well, the duke doesn't need a parasite who only eats public food."

Luoge's face was bruised and purple, and he was emotional.

"I just don't think it's worth it! We have more important things to do!"

John Ba nodded clearly: "I know, you dare not send troops because you are afraid of exposing your strength."

Luoge almost beat the big guy to death.

"Okay, okay, I'll go! Headquarters, right? But I hope you can understand that I'm just proving that I'm capable and that I'm not a foreign power, not just for your ridiculous and useless search reason!"

John Bar shrugged: "Whether you have the ability is not based on words, it can be proved by actual actions."

"Okay, okay!" Luoge angrily kicked open the wooden door of a civilian family: "Get out! Let me search your home! See if there are any locusts!"

Luoge's ferocious appearance made the half-year-old child beside him cry loudly and even smeared his nose on his body.

"God—is he a slug? You don't care?"

The kid's mother had no expression on her face, and she rolled her eyes at him by the way.

Luoge couldn't believe that the citizens of Moyevia could be so arrogant: "In the royal city, they are disrespectful to us, but they will be dragged out and hung on the trees—"

"But this is Moyevia." John said dryly, "And isn't this child scared by you?"

Luo Ge hastily searched inside and out, and there was nothing abnormal. He wanted to leave angrily, but the host stopped him.

He hesitated to frustrate the corner of the patched ground clothes with his hands, and said thoughtfully, "Well... can you help us take care of the next door?"

Luo Ge frowned: "What next door?"

The male host explained: "It's like this. It was rainy in the middle of the night last night. The pancake shop next door was selling pancakes. My son Dabao cried a lot. I was so hungry and thirsty that I wanted to ask the neighbor to buy some pancakes. I didn't expect them Not only did they not sell it, but they also kicked me out!"

"You asked others to buy pancakes at night?" Luoge was incredulous, and even felt that this family was messing around.

The male host said aggrievedly: "I heard someone outside asking him if he bought pancakes in the middle of the night, and he opened the door, come on!"

Luo Ge said impatiently: "He didn't fall asleep in the first half of the night, he got up to buy, and fell asleep in the second half of the night. You go to buy his pancakes again, are you looking for soy? Do you think that we cavalry have nothing to do when they are full? It's inexplicable .”

After going out, Luo Ge stepped on the mud pitted by accumulated water and complained: "Are all the citizens of Moyervia like mothers-in-law?"

John Bart answered the question: "Have you checked the next door to this family?"

"Are you questioning me?" Luoge said unhappily, "It's just an ordinary pancake seller. There are a lot of wooden pancake barrels in their house, and they can't even step in."

John Ba wondered: "So much? Are you afraid that you won't be able to sell it if you make it?"

"Maybe the business is going well." Luoge didn't care much: "And ordinary pancakes can be stored for a month, so isn't it normal to make so many?"

"Pancakes are not the same as pancakes..." John Bar muttered as he walked and thought.

Although it wasn't a big deal, he still felt suspicious.

"Your Excellency..." John Bar drove his horse to the south, and after reconciling with Hecha, he followed behind him and reported the matter in detail.

Loge looked around idly.

"Shops in the city usually close their stalls in the evening." Hecha frowned: "It's not normal for me to sell in the middle of the night. Is there anything unusual?"

John Bar replied: "They have several big wooden boxes with pancakes in their house."

Hecha asked, "How many?"

John Bar looked at Luoge, Luoge pursed his lips, and recalled: "Probably seven or eight."

Hecha suddenly raised his eyes, and then asked: "How big is the barrel?"

Surprised by his serious expression, Luo Ge said: "Probably... as tall as half a person."

He Chafei got on the horse and looked at Luoge with cold eyes.

Luoge's scalp was numb from seeing it.

"What are you doing in a daze? Still not leading the way?"

Hecha led a large number of cavalry to break open the wooden door where the pancake stall owner lived, went straight to the wooden barrel, and pushed aside some pancakes. Inside was a secret compartment, which was empty and contained nothing.

He opened the second one, and the third one, they were all empty, there were no pancakes at all, and a small rag on the bottom revealed that there was once a squatting person here.

Hecha walked quickly to the back room, and caught a glimpse of a white light flashing from the corner of his eye on the way, and ordered softly: "Stop them for me."

In the next second, the owner of the pancake stand and his slave workers walked over gloomyly holding their knives. Compared with the amiable smiles before, they seemed to have changed faces.

Logger can barely resist.

Hecha walked toward the back room, John Bar followed.

"What about the people outside?"

He Cha raised the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Isn't Luo Ge the knight commander? A few youngsters can't handle it?"

John Bar was sweating profusely, saying yes again and again, knowing in his heart that His Excellency the Duke was to blame the Arbitrary Knight Commander Logger for not reporting in time, which resulted in him not catching the escaped criminal in time.

They went all the way inward, deeper and deeper, and finally found the fake Ireland who was trying to escape in the firewood house.

A secret passage was opened in the firewood room, and Will was trying his best to drill into the passage carrying the twisting big sack.

"Wooooow! So boring! Oh, am I going to die?!"

Will hammered him twice viciously: "Why are you arguing?!"

The sack stopped moving.

Hecha's face was stern, his hands clenched tightly, and he drew his sword. At the same time, Witt realized that there was someone behind him, so he recited a spell very quickly, and five or six small puppets jumped out of the ground, attacking in Hecha's direction. go.

Hecha chopped off the puppet at the waist, and was about to move forward, when the puppet twisted its body, picked up its lower half unsteadily, put it back on its own body, raised the knife, and slashed at him nimbly again .

In the next second, Hecha's sword pierced straight into its brain, and the blade turned a corner. The puppet's body twitched twice, and it gradually stopped moving.

Johnba dealt with a few puppets as he did, and the two of them got into the secret passage and chased after them in a hurry.

The secret passage was extremely dark, with no light everywhere, only a few mice scurrying around to dance with it.

"Where does this path lead?"

Hecha walked in a hurry, his hair sticking to his cheeks in embarrassment: "It may be the gate of the city."

Before the words fell, he paused for a moment and started to walk back.

John Bar said differently: "My lord?"

Hecha replied simply and clearly: "This road is blocked. If they go out first, this road will be blocked. We might as well go directly to the gate of the city to block people."

When going out, Luoge just finished dealing with the pancake stall owner and wiped off his sweat. Seeing Hecha turned back again, he asked puzzledly, "Why are you back again?"

Hecha didn't reply, and John Bar patted him on the shoulder as he passed by: "Go to the gate of the city, the prisoner wants to leave the city."

It was almost dawn, and the light rain gradually stopped, and more and more vendors came out to set up stalls in the city.

There was a bombing on the lane at the gate of the city.

Hecha immediately turned around and ordered: "Split out a small team to evacuate the crowd, and the rest will follow me."

John Bar turned his head to Rogue.

Luo Ge said unwillingly: "Damn—you asked me to do chores again?!"

John Bar sneered: "Who didn't want to relocate the citizens at the gate of the city to the city? Shouldn't you be responsible if something goes wrong?"

Luoge was speechless after being criticized, so he could only take his cavalry to the accident store to evacuate the crowd in desperation.

Soon, they came to the gate of the city.

As expected, a group of fake Irish people were guarding the door. Witt removed the sack he was carrying, revealing Lytle's head, and the other was wrapped tightly, like a tumbler.

"Aww." After a night of non-stop running around, Lytle's whole little face looked gray, and he was stabbed in the neck again, and he was even weaker.

"Open the city gate," Witt threatened.

John Bar seemed to hear something extremely ridiculous: "We will let the tiger go back to the mountain?"

Witt grabbed Lytle's hair and pushed it up: "Otherwise, I'll kill him."

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!

Hecha's pupils contracted sharply.

Fake Ireland shook the fat on his face, and walked around Lytle: "It seems that he is going to be bled."

Hecha raised his head, and a black figure was walking extremely fast on the city wall: "Open the city gate."

"My lord duke!" John Bar warned, "Let Witt and the others go back, Earl Omans' strength will be greatly increased, and the lives of civilians in the city will also be threatened!"

Lytle let out a listless "hum" twice.

"Oh, are you going to give me up and let me die?"

The black shadow is getting closer and closer. If you look closely, you can see that it is a woman with a strong figure.

Hecha asked, "If I open the gates, will you let him go?"

Witt complacently said, "This is how I feel."

Likewise, he threatened: "If you don't open the city gate, I'll just kill him first."

Hecha said in a deep voice, "Open the city gate."

"grown ups!"

John Bar wanted to dissuade him, but Hecha, with icy scum in his eyes, stretched out his hand to stop him: "Let's go, if something happens to the city residents, I will bear the responsibility alone."

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