Fairy’s Box

Glamorgan, Earls Court.

Beverley is replacing Plitt's authority and reporting Northland intelligence to Yalei: "There is news from the north that the troops stationed in the entire Highland Kingdom have been mobilized, and they are gathering in the direction of the border. There may be major moves in the near future."

"It's about time."

The black-haired knight put down the map of the whole territory of the Highland Kingdom, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "The Celtic barbarians are fighting to divert domestic conflicts. This move will definitely come out of their nests, and we should also be fully prepared for the war."

"Understood."

He nodded, and then hesitantly asked, "Shiz Your Excellency's Great Wall garrison, should we share information with them?"

"No, no need."

Yale lowered his head, his eyes stayed on the border defense line of the Highland Kingdom on the map, and his eyes flickered and said:

"Tell him that if you encounter an attack from the Highland Kingdom, you can only lose but not win. The worse you lose, the better. If you can take the Great Wall and garrison the entire army and wipe out the entire army, then he will be considered the best."

From frugal to extravagant, from extravagant to frugal, the Great Wall Garrison has been rotten as early as the Seldon period, and basically lost the ability to fight against the wind. Even if the Sitz Group is currently involved, it is just barely maintaining order, and there is no loyalty to the Governor's Palace.

It's just wishful thinking to ask them to resist desperately, but it's better to use them as pawns to show weakness and paralyze the enemy.

"If you want the Great Wall Garrison to not mutiny against the enemy, I'm afraid it won't work if you don't have money." The red-haired boy reminded him.

"It makes sense, you should go pick up three boxes of gold now and send it to Hadrian's Great Wall." The black-haired knight signed a letter of approval, handed it to the other party, and said with a smile:

"Send it with great fanfare, you know."

"learn."

Beverly smiled, took the approval note, and strode away. When he walked to the door of the office and was about to enter the corridor, he heard Yale's voice behind him:

"Arcia's side... how's the recovery?"

"I was very depressed at first, but now my mood has stabilized a lot. There should be nothing to worry about. It's just a woman of an alien race. It will be back to normal in a few days."

The red-haired boy stopped, turned to look at him, and asked softly:

"Anything else?"

"It's alright, you go."

The black-haired knight waved his hand, motioning for the other party to leave as soon as possible, then turned to open the window, and shouted downstairs:

"Nancy! Come see me!"

"Nancy is here!"

The girl rushed in from outside the corridor like a gust of wind. The figure dragged out a few dotted lines and nailed it to the floor like a javelin. While stabilizing her figure, she raised her hand and asked in a crisp voice:

"Sir, do you have anything to do with me?"

"It's time to use those people you asked you to arrest a few months ago."

Yale slowly closed the window, turned his back to her and said, "Go get ready. Once the Celtic barbarians start moving, release them."

"Is it finally going to be a war?" Nancy asked eagerly.

"yes."

The black-haired knight noticed that the red sun outside the window had begun to gradually slant to the west, and the afterglow of dreary colors faded slowly. Looking at the still calm woods in the distance, a deep and solemn feeling seemed to permeate the whole world.

He felt something in his heart and couldn't help muttering to himself:

"This is our toughest challenge so far, there will be bloodshed, there will be sacrifices, a lot will be lost, but in the end, we will win!"

...

Northern Celtic, border.

At the call of King Wallace, a total of forty-two legions of the Highland Kingdom left their original stations and gathered in the border town of Glagor, including thirty-nine rune-style legions and three imitation immortal army.

Among them, there were as many as 120,000 fighters, 30,000 logistics troops, a total of more than 150,000 people, known as a 200,000-strong army, and they directly marched south without a declaration of war.

...

After hearing the news that the Highland Kingdom was heading south, the garrison officer of Hadrian's Wall, Shiz, immediately ordered the assembly horn to sound. However, after ten minutes, more than a thousand people stood scattered on the school grounds of the camp. . Most of them looked listless, and they only wore close-fitting singles. They did not follow the discipline of military camps. They wore neat armor and weapons.

As for his mental appearance, you can see the lazy expressions on the faces of the soldiers, who are obviously extremely dissatisfied with the commander's emergency gathering in the evening.

After three long beeps, the trumpet stopped abruptly. However, there are still twos and threes of people wandering in at the gate of the school grounds, and then strolling leisurely to find their own team, chatting and laughing with acquaintances in the crowd from time to time, giving out slick laughter.

Throughout the camp, the queue was uneven, chaotic, chattering and noisy.

However, on the parade stage, Shiz, who had witnessed all this, had no change in his face, and stood there straight in his uniform according to the shape of his sword, as if he had turned a blind eye.

He didn't move slightly until the trumpet stopped, and looked up at the sun that had already fallen into the horizon. The bright red sun shone on the ground, giving people the illusion of being warm like a bath. With a tingling coolness.

When the number of people gathered a little, Sitz announced loudly:

"I received the exact news that today the legions of the Highland Kingdom will go south. This is the only time in decades. It is a test and an opportunity for us!"

Speaking of which, he slammed his mouth shut, stretched out his right arm, pointed to the army, and shouted: "I tell you clearly! I don't want to fight those damned Celtic barbarians at all, not at all!"

There was a sound of laughter on the school ground, and the Great Wall garrison nodded one after another. What the new boss said this time was unexpectedly in line with their taste. There was no need to fight and kill all day.

"But the Empire will not allow a cowardly force to be stationed at Hadrian's Wall, so I only need you to fight for one night! We will evacuate immediately after completing the task, and let the people of the Governor's Palace have a headache!"

Before he finished speaking, Shiz suddenly waved his arm. Behind him, at some point in time, there were dozens of large wooden boxes lined up on the high platform, and two heavily armed guards with a cold expression stood beside each wooden box. Immediately aware of it, he took a step forward, grabbed the wooden box and opened the lid suddenly.

Suddenly, streaks of dazzling golden light beamed out, almost dazzling people's eyes!

After the eyes got used to it, the thousands of soldiers under the stage stared blankly at the contents of the wooden box. They all took in a breath of cold air for a while, and their faces were full of shock. The box was actually filled with yellow and orange, Genuine gold coins.

In an instant, the eyes of several pairs were filled with green lights like hungry wolves. For these people, it is meaningless to present facts and reason. Talking about military discipline and talking about honor is a waste of time. Only gold can make them raise their will to fight.

At this moment, the entire Great Wall garrison, whether soldiers or officers, stared at the box full of gold coins, refusing to take half an inch away.

"These are all yours. Giving and harvesting are always fair. You only need to resist for one night, and each of you can get enough gold coins to satisfy your selfish desires! And all you have to pay is just an adventure, get out with money tomorrow. , or in other words, get out now empty-handed! Now, the choice is in your own hands, choose, your destiny is in your own hands!"

In the last sentence, Sitz's roar seemed like a rolling thunder, roaring endlessly, echoing over the entire school grounds!

At the same time, his personal guard pushed the three wooden boxes off the high platform, and with a bang, Huang Chengcheng's gold coins poured onto the ground, reflecting the intoxicating golden light in the setting sun.

The silence lasted for a long time, suddenly!

"Ouch!"

A loud roar resounded like a beast, and a tall and majestic soldier rushed out of the crowd with red eyes and fell on the gold coin pile, frantically holding the gold coin into his arms.

"Mine, mine, these are mine!"

He bent down frantically and held up a pile of gold coins in both hands. Looking at the gold coins, his expression gradually distorted. He suddenly raised his hands and threw these cute and charming gadgets into the sky.

Whooping--!

Countless gold coins fell from the top of the soldier's head, making a heart-pounding sound.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment!

next second!

"Ouch!"

The whole camp boiled, thousands of soldiers turned into thousands of irrational beasts, only the round object with the most beautiful color in the world remained in their eyes!

"Take it, take it all! This is only one-fifth of all the gold. As long as you insist on tomorrow morning, all the gold belongs to you!"

While shouting at the crazy crowd, Shiz let the heirs drag the remaining wooden boxes away, watching these warriors blinded by wealth, the man's mouth gradually curled into a cold smile:

"Hehe, since you want Evil Spirit Gold Coins so much, then use your life to exchange it."

...

After night fell, the hustle and bustle of London during the day gradually returned to silence. Whether it was a shop or a residential building, the doors were closed, ushering in a long night of rest.

Yinyue slowly climbed up into the sky, and the oblique shadow of the house slowly moved westward. In the darkness, hundreds of Celts in black robes suddenly sneaked into the city, followed by a series of harsh horns.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Alarm! Attention everyone! The Celts are in town!"

"No one shall open the door! Repeat, no one shall open the door!"

Soon, the guards in heavy armor filed out from the darkness, holding bright short swords, blocking the Celts' retreat from everywhere, and pounced like a beast.

The headed Kyle did not seem to understand the current situation, and roared a little dazedly:

"Wait a minute! We are..."

Before he could finish speaking, a slender female warrior flew in front of him, a cold light flashed from her hand, and stabbed the dagger into his chest.

"It's you!"

The Celtic suddenly widened his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes stared at each other. Between the electric light and flint, a conscious expression appeared on his face, and he suddenly spewed out a blood arrow, which fell softly. .

"They are all killed, not a single living person is allowed to stay!"

Nancy drew the dagger from his chest, swung the blood away, and threw himself at the other Celtic who was about to speak.

Due to the long ambush and the extremely poor quality of these Celts, the thousands of guards quickly slaughtered them. All the heads are displayed.

Not long after this one-sided massacre ended, the residents who were hiding in the dark to observe all of this finally pressed half a heart, and were about to cover their heads and force themselves to sleep. Who would have guessed that about half an hour later, there was a sudden sound of bustling footsteps in the city of London, and the heavy footsteps almost smashed the ground.

Will there be another enemy attack?

The residents panted and walked to the crack of the door, secretly observing the scene on the street, and finally relieved when they found that there were rows of heavily armed guards.

Nancy quickly stepped in front of Yalei, gave a military salute with her legs, and then pointed to the head hanging on the city wall and said:

"Report sir, the enemy has been wiped out."

"This is just the first wave."

The black-haired knight sighed deeply and said loudly:

"The enemy's vanguard has already crossed Hadrian's Wall, and it won't be long before they will be under the city. By then, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to deal with."

"We will defend the city of London and never retreat!" The girl assured with a solemn expression.

"I believe in your courage!"

Yale patted her on the shoulder, then showed a sad expression, shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, in a few days, the city of London is afraid that blood will flow into the river... Do your evacuation work."

"Yes, sir!"

...

"Register, a few of you went to the Giant Bear Village to take refuge, right? Don't worry, the Governor's Palace has been arranged, it is absolutely safe there, and you will come back when the war is over."

"Okay, okay, I know it's not easy for you to fight for your family business, but safety first, let's go."

"Don't cry, wait for the Celts to come, let alone the house, you can't even save your life."

Under the attention of hundreds of dead heads on the city wall, the evacuation of the residents of London and London went very smoothly. Although most people were crying and reluctant to leave their homes, but after all, they were no match for the shadow of the enemy. After packing up everything they could take away, they left in a panic.

The remaining part of Leng Touqing, who was not afraid of death, was no match for the fists of the Weisuo army, and under the threat of drinking and beating, they could only retreat with a soft and gentle force.

By the time of sunrise, Dunlon, which had been considered a small city, turned into an empty city again. After repeated searches, it was determined that Dunlon had become a dead city. Yale ordered people to pour black oil on the large and small buildings in the city. led the army out of the city.

In the glow of the newborn sun, the black-haired knight stood in front of everyone with a torch in his hand, pointed to the dead city behind him, and shouted abruptly:

"Look at this dilapidated city wall, guarding such a city will only make the army bleed in vain. Dunlon is our dead place, and Glamorgan is our only hope! Now I will burn this city of death with my own hands, and You, you will fight back in the hopeful Glamorgan!"

After speaking, he threw the torch at the tallest building in the city - the windmill that was once used as a temporary office by the Governor's Palace.

boom--!

The wooden windmill covered with fuel ignited and burned into a large torch in the blink of an eye. With the black oil flowing on the ground, it continued to expand wildly in all directions, and the fire quickly connected into one, shrouding the entire city of London and London in the sky. in the firelight.