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Chapter 1386
Soldiers can be merciful, but generals cannot be lenient.

Such a move does seem cruel, but compared to the current chaos in Nile, if such a thunderous method could have been adopted earlier, it would not have led to today's chaos.

From McAdam's point of view, instead of waiting until those soldiers who finally ended up in Feisal launched a mutiny, it is better to start as soon as possible to avoid future troubles.

As long as Feisal has no pawns in his hands, he will never be able to pose a threat to His Royal Highness Art again.

There is a red moon hanging in the night sky today. This kind of red moon has not appeared in the sky over Nile for a long time. People in Nile call this red moon a blood moon.

Once a blood moon occurs, it means that something very bad is going to happen.

On the west side of Nile City, Armstrong and his soldiers were arranged here.

Because in order to protect Fisher during the day, the green fire got on his arm, and Armstrong had to cut off his arm in order to protect himself.

Now Armstrong is in a very bad situation because of excessive bleeding, and the military doctors accompanying the army are doing their best to rescue him.

"I'm afraid I can't..."

Armstrong's breathing was already very weak, his wound had not healed, and he was still bleeding out.

The military doctor who rescued him took out a red-hot iron plate from the stove, and walked up to Armstrong, "General, it will be very painful, you need to bear it."

"bring it on……"

Armstrong knew that he might die soon, but he still asked the doctor to use a branding iron to stop the bleeding. After all, no one would accept death willingly until the real last moment.

When the red-hot iron plate was pressed against the wound, there was a "sizzling" sound, followed by a puff of white smoke accompanied by the stench of burnt flesh.

Armstrong, who was lying on the bed, rolled his eyes in pain, and passed out suddenly.

"General, General!"

All the soldiers who had been following him surrounded him. They had followed Armstrong for many years, and they were all worried about Armstrong's safety at this moment.

After coming here for a long time, Armstrong slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the soldiers around him. He felt extremely relieved when he thought that they were still by his side at this time.

"Is it an earthquake?"

Armstrong who woke up said weakly.

The soldiers in the camp looked at each other, for some reason the general suddenly asked, is there an earthquake?Why didn't they feel the shaking?

Perhaps the weak Armstrong's senses were more sensitive than others. He felt the vibration of the ground, and the vibration became stronger and stronger, as if countless footsteps were coming here.

After a while, the soldiers in the tents also heard footsteps.

"General, you must have mistook the footsteps for an earthquake. You must be too weak."

"Please stay here, I'll go out and have a look."

One of the soldiers stood up and offered to go outside to check the situation.

At this time, Armstrong suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. How could there be such a big movement at such a late hour? It stands to reason that the remnants of Halder in the city have been eradicated, and even if there were, it is impossible for so many to appear. Where are these footsteps coming from?

Suddenly, only a scream came from outside the tent.

The soldier who took the initiative to walk out of the tent to check just now was shot through the chest by an arrow flying in the night.

Before the people in the tent could react, arrows flew over from outside the barracks.

Most of the soldiers were resting in their tents, never expecting to be attacked suddenly, and they couldn't even imagine who the enemy who attacked them was.

Under a flurry of arrows, many of Armstrong's soldiers were killed or injured.

Some soldiers rushed out of the tent, and when they saw the situation outside the barracks, they couldn't help feeling strange anger.

It turned out that it was not the enemy who attacked them, but the soldiers who came south from the north.

Everyone is a Nero soldier, but at this moment they have turned into swords.

In the tent, the soldier who reported the message rushed in, "General, it's not good, the opposite is General McAdam's men, and they are attacking us."

Armstrong gritted his teeth and sat up, ready to fight out with his knife, "You bastard, how dare you attack your own people!"

How could the other soldiers let Armstrong rush out to die at this time, they held down Armstrong firmly, "You just woke up, your body is too weak, let us rush out."

Those soldiers had just rushed out of the tent, thinking of fighting to the death with the opponent, but before they could take a few steps, they were shot into hedgehogs by random arrows.

After several rounds of salvos, the soldiers in the barracks were killed or wounded, and the remaining soldiers were unable to organize and form combat effectiveness.

The soldiers surrounding the barracks no longer used arrows, but rushed in and chopped off the heads of the soldiers inside with machetes.

Hearing the brutal fighting outside, Armstrong couldn't sit still anymore. He propped up his weak body and rushed out of the tent with a knife.

When he rushed outside the tent, he saw that there were already corpses everywhere outside, and the blood flowed into rivers. Such a scene made him feel surprisingly angry, and he shouted at the Nero soldiers who were attacking his own people: "What are you doing, what are you doing?" You killed your own people!"

"My own people? There has never been any own people!"

A soldier from the north rushed to Armstrong and slashed at him.

Armstrong dodged the knife and used all his strength to counterattack the knife, finishing the soldier who rushed over.

But just after finishing one, several more rushed over.

Armstrong has fought all his life, and he has seen all kinds of scenes, but this is the first time he saw this scene of his own people killing his own people. At this moment, he was completely stunned, "We are all soldiers of Nero, why did we kill our own people?" One of our own?"

"Did you ever think that we were our own people when we were trapped in the northern border?"

"The blame is that you are standing with Feisal!"

At this moment, Armstrong finally understood that the cause of all this came from party disputes.

He believed that he had experienced countless dangerous scenes on the battlefield in his life, and it was only at this moment that he realized that even the most dangerous battlefield could not compare to the cruelty of party struggle.

The reason why he and his soldiers were slaughtered was because they were on the wrong team and stood with Feisal.

Thinking of this, Armstrong suddenly felt extremely desolate in his heart. He was devoted to Nero, but in the end he ended up like this.

"That's it, that's it, let's do it."

Either way, it's death. At this time, Armstrong has lost his heart. If he drags this crippled body to live, he might as well die happily.

He threw away the knife in his hand, quietly waiting for the fate to come.

(End of this chapter)