Hail the King

Chapter 442, do you see me like a fool?

The person of the shampoo king Alexander?

The garrison soldiers made a low cheer, and the faces of the aristocrats and guards around Soroyev suddenly changed. They were very incomparable, and they bowed one by one. They just roared two brawnies. I dare not put one.

During the day, the city’s special envoy was photographed as a patties and later the news that the young aristocrats were mercilessly killed at the gate of the camp. They already knew it because it was originally the master of the city to test the new command. The official's bottom line was deliberately embarrassing, so now they are still dare to say anything, one by one in the heart secretly praying that the shampoo king this demon must not stare at himself.

Soroyev’s face has also changed.

The call of Shampoo Wang gave him a feeling of stunned flesh and blood, and the playful look in the eyes of these two strong men in front of him made him angry and angry, but he couldn’t help it. If he was a other person, he would be a fat pig. He had already smashed the two men into a meat sauce, but now... he really didn't dare to take the shampoo king.

"Since Alexander was summoned, the city owner immediately passed." Soroyev’s neck was red, and the anger in his heart was pressed down. He turned and waved: "Just take advantage of this opportunity, everyone will go with me to see the theater. The first commander is an adult!"

"The Lord of the City, these three people..." the guard in the hand holding a long axe whispered.

"Put them three first, and wait for me to come back and say." Soroyev took a look at the guards, and the guard suddenly understood, greeted his companions and dragged the three unlucky ones away.

"Hey? Wait." Drogba saw something, frowning, wondering: "The three soldiers are wearing military uniforms in the garrison? Well, there are scars left by the battles? They are Ajax people. Why? Why do you suffer such a big sentence?"

"This...the three of them openly incited the city soldiers to rebel, affecting morale, and shaking the hearts of the army. All the lords of the city ordered them to be punished." The eyes of the city's guards turned their eyes and gave a reason.

"Oh? Inciting the soldiers to judge? Shake the army? Well, that's **** it." Drogba nodded.

Soroyev was relieved in his heart, and the guardian also secretly wiped a sweat. Fortunately, these two strong men seem to have a bad head, otherwise they are not so easy to lie.

"No, we have not incited the partner rebellion, we are embarrassed, this adult, I beg you to save..." The young soldier who had provoked a disaster in order to protect his brother's body had shouted out.

"Shut up!" The guards ate at the young soldiers.

"Shut up!" Drogba also yelled at the young soldiers, paused, and waited poorly for the younger time. He added a sentence: "You are a little soldier, where are you talking here?" Part of it?"

The young soldier was stunned.

There was a desperate look in his eyes. He thought that these two strong men sent by the legendary shrine of the shampoo were saviors. Who knows that the aristocrats under the sun are all a thing, these two majestic big men also look like I dare not provoke the city's main government, a trace of desperate smile

"Haha, hahahaha..."

Looking at the sorrowful scene in front of him, the slimmer soldier who had been smashed his right hand before had still had blood, his face was sore, but he looked up and laughed, his eyes burst into tears, this laughter There is ridicule and ridicule, and everyone can hear that the despair and unwillingness in this laughter even far exceeds the pain of his **.

The defending soldiers around the scars, seeing the companion's miserable end, suddenly became a red eye.

The obese, like the pig's city owner, Soroyev, changed his face at this moment. The eyelids that were almost submerged in the fat flickered slightly, flashing a glimmer of light, he seemed to find something more interesting, maybe shampoo The king is not as terrible as he imagined. At least these two strong men and those low-lying civilians are not all the way.

"Hey, you, yes, it's you... say you, come over, and talk about it carefully. These three soldiers, how to incite the garrison rebellion to shake the hearts of the army." Drogba's face is still a look of laughter, right The head of the bodyguard hooked his hand.

"Yes, yes, adults, in fact, this is the case. Just now... these three low-lying cowards are timid and afraid of death. When they fight, they secretly hide and do nothing. After the Ajax people withdraw their troops, they spread rumors among the soldiers. It is said that Shuangqicheng could not keep up, and encouraged the soldiers to abandon the city to escape..." The chief of the guards nodded and walked over, and spit and began to complain about the crimes of three poor soldiers.

"Really?" Drogba’s mouth did not know that it was a sneer.

"Of course it is true. It is true that I swear by the glory of my warrior. Everything I said just now is true." The chief of the guards vowed to swear.

Drogba came to the head of the guard and asked inexplicably: "Do you look at me like a fool?"

"Ah? No, it's not like! Adults are so powerful..." The guardian hurriedly replied with a flattering smile on his face and wanted to say something about the aunt's gift.

Snapped!

At this moment, Drogba, who was originally smiling, suddenly looked cold.

I haven't waited for everyone to react. I saw that the big man in the shape of a big man showed his big hand like a pot. The handcuffs were a slap, and the unguarded guards directly slid like a spinning top. Turning straight into the circle, the silver helmet flew out and fell under the wall.

"Hey! Since I know that Laozi is not stupid, I dare to say such a big pile of lies to lie to Laozi?" Drogba said, and it was a slap. The guard of the city government’s chieftain, sitting on the ground, was sitting on the ground. stupid.

Drogba didn't stop, lifted his foot, kicked him out, grabbed a few steps and took the young soldier who had fallen into despair from the hands of the city's maintain, pointing to the soldiers still bleeding. The scars, glaring at the nobles and the guards around them, asked: "Open your dog's eyes and have a good look. What is this? It's all wounds! It's the wound left by the Ajax's machete! It is our warrior! Heroic guardian of the double-flag city warrior! You are a blind man? Is it a fool? Can't you see it? Such a warrior will hide in battle and will run away with his companion after the battle?"

The desperate light in the eyes of the young warriors turned into a mistake and confusion.

The soldiers who had been screaming and screaming in the four weeks looked up in surprise, with an incredible surprise in their eyes, and looked at the tyrannical brawny in front of them, and seemed to finally understand what it was.

Drogba's gaze swept through these scarred soldiers and asked loudly: "Tell me, tell me, is this young man, are you escaping from the city to escape?"

A short silence.

"No." Someone replied in a low voice, and then several soldiers sparsely answered no.

Drogba was angry, clutching the hand of the young soldier, and screaming and asking: "Touch your own conscience and tell me loudly, this young man, this young man who gave his back to you in battle, this Young people who block the enemy swords for you during the battle, no matter how many fierce Ajax people face the young people who fight with you... He, are you going to run?"

This series of questions, like the thunder bombs, resounded in the ears of every soldier, detonating the repressed anger in their hearts.

"No! Adult, he didn't! No! No! No!" All the garrison soldiers raised their heads and replied in a near-wandering way.

This sound, like the volcanic magma explosion that has been silenced for thousands of years under the ground, is neat and straightforward, and it is filled with the iron and blood, which makes the heavens and the earth discolored, and it is necessary to shatter everyone's eardrum and soul.

The city owner Soroyev and a group of nobles and guards suddenly changed color.

"You have come to tell me early, should he be sentenced?" Drogba screamed again.

"No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" The answer was to the anger of the uniform soldiers, and this time there was no hesitation.

Drogba patted the young soldier who had already shivered because of excitement and gratitude, whispered: "Warrior, why are you being punished? What happened in the end, dare to tell me one by one."

"Adult, dare, I dare." The young soldier did not hesitate, and then said aloud.

In the previous scene, except for Drogba and Pierce, all the people present were actually in the eyes and remembered better than anyone else, but when the young soldier with scars and blood on his body Big screaming, with a hoarse voice and not a fluent statement, once again telling things, every garrison soldier was touched by stunned, they were ashamed of their silence, everyone’s heart There is a flame burning, and the fire of anger seems to burn everything.

"Enough! Shut up!" Soroyev shouted and interrupted the young soldier's remarks.

The fat city owner felt a very unpleasant atmosphere spreading. He couldn't stand this scene. He felt that he was provocative as the dignity and glory of the second-class aristocrats. This is simply intolerable.

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Second more.

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