Chapter 375 I have no right to judge you, but they have
I am very grateful to Qidian Dad for his 100 rewards [End the enemy of ancient and modern times]!
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The Marquis of Aragon was completely irritated when facing this situation.
When he saw Lancha launching a charge at him, he was still mocking Lancha's impulse-
I really think that after staying with the Eagle Army for a while, the group of two or five boys you led are also Eagle Army?
So, a scene that stunned him next happened.
The rain of arrows was useless, and the soldiers of the Independent Legion were like legendary berserkers, roaring and rushing up with a full of passion.
The formation just now was like a piece of crispy cake, and it broke all over the floor when touched.
When Aragon reacted, it was too late.
His soldiers ran backwards and rushed to his original formation, which brought panic among subsequent soldiers.
In the history of war, in large-scale wars, Aragon often sees a word "domino effect".
It is used to describe the posture of an army when it is defeated.
Spread from one point to the entire army, it can never be curbed.
Any army that is defeated in this manner has never been a precedent for effective organization in a short period of time.
"Help, don't kill me-"
"Don't block the way! Get out of here!!!"
"The power of the demons, they have been cursed by the demons!!"
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The screams and curses of the defeated soldiers were filled with his ears. Even if the guards of Aragon drew out their weapons to kill the defeated soldiers one by one, they still could not stop their retreat, and even let them take a detour. Can't do it.
Aragorn knew that he had to leave.
"Tell me the order, retreat-"
He looked not good-looking, and his movements of turning the horse's head were inevitably a bit rough, which made the war horse under his crotch scream in dissatisfaction.
Aragon's face became more gloomy when he whipped the war horse hard.
Faith itself is nothing. Anyway, most of the following troops are not his, and they will die if they die.
The real pain to Aragon is that he had been pleased with Quentin before, and Lei Wen had already reached the end. Now it was time to divide the cake, but he had to leave the market in disgrace and take the benefits to the table. Give it to others.
Not willing to give up!
The entire team was in a mess, and they were crowded together, even if there were personal soldiers guarding each other, they still retreated very slowly.
Aragorn said impatiently, "Don't hesitate, kill everyone who blocks the way!"
The guards began to kill their friendly troops according to Aragon's orders, regardless of whether they were The retreat was still squeezed out by the rioters.
This is indeed a good decision, at least allowing Aragon's war horses to take steps.
But at the same time, a fatal mistake was made.
Aragorn is not Raven, and his army is not the Eagle Army, and he has never had the experience of chasing the north on a large scale.
If there is, he will know that in the face of a defeated army, he can drive them away, divide them, and then defeat and kill them one by one, but he cannot force them to a desperate situation where they cannot escape or escape.
A person can do anything to survive.
What's more, although the personal soldiers around Aragon were all cavalry, they could not take any steps in the sea of people.
Soon, casualties began to appear.
One of the personal guards was dragged off by a group of defeated soldiers.
But the personal soldier was full of armor after all, and even if he landed on the ground, he did not die for a while. The group of unreasonable defeated soldiers completely regarded him as an outlet to vent their anger! "Sir, save me!!!"
The muffled voice and scream began to echo, causing the soldiers around Lagon to look unbearable.
The friendship I have been running around for the past three months is profound.
Aragorn didn't care about these things. Seeing that the speed of the push was not as fast as his wish, he frowned and the noble's usual temper started to develop:
"Don't worry about him, I'm not good at it, I'm dead Deserve it! "
"You are my personal soldiers, your mission is to take me back!!" "
"If I were injured by these mud legs, you would count on one of them, Don't think about it well! ”
The personal soldiers fell silent and continued to open the way for Aragon. Under the knight's sword, the blood and corpse were stepped on the ground by them.
The originally crowded vision gradually became clear, and Aragon finally saw the edge of the battlefield - now you just need to go quickly, rush out of here, and enter through the northwest gate of Blue Fort, even if it is safe!
However, at this moment, the war horse under his crotch suddenly whineed, and the man stood up, lifting the unscrupulous Aragon down from above!
A enchanted sword lay on the ground, and the hind legs of his war horse were obviously cut off by the thrown sword. The broken blood splattered, causing Aragorn to take a big mouthful of horse blood.
"Ph, pah, pah!!!" Aragorn struggled to stand up, spit out the smelly and disgusting horse blood on the ground, and subconsciously called out the name of the personal guard who had been following him for the longest time: br>
"Az, what did you do? Help me get on the horse!"
The cavalry who was about to reach out to meet him froze and withdrew his palm:
"Sir, Arthur, he is dead."
After saying that, he suddenly squeezed his horse's belly and rushed forward.
Aragorn shouted loudly: "Damn it, come back...come back!!!"
But none of his personal soldiers were willing to look back.
The nobles are all mean and polite, cold-blooded and selfish, especially Aragorn. It would be fine if he didn't land. Now that he was injured, no one of the guards around him could escape punishment.
It would be better to let Aragon stay here, at least they still have time to escape. "Wait... When I return to Blue Castle, you will all be hung and hung!" Lagon cursed and staggered forward.
A severe pain pierced through his calf, causing him to kneel on the ground!
Looking down, a long spear with a flashing cold light penetrated his leg armor. The one-foot-long gun almost nailed his calves to the ground!
Aragorn, who was pampered and had never suffered such hardship in his life, and his screams were almost squeezed out of his throat: "Oh—!!" br>"Ah~——"
The second pain was filled with a hint of relief, because the spear had been pulled out.
"Very good, you caught me. I am the marquis of the Principality, but you have made great contributions!" Aragon, with his identity reserved, turned around:
"Now, I need a noble identity in line with the identity of a nobleman. …”
"Lancha? Is it you?"
Aragorn was stunned, then showed a relaxed smile: "Oh, this is great, it's still you who want to say The Chemanli family is smart and bets on both ends. It is beneficial to win on either side."
"Since you are here, it's easy to say. Call a few people, take me back, and find two more. A priest came over to treat my injuries - you are really not too serious. Say it earlier, wouldn't I stop earlier?"
"Okay, Lei Wen lost afterwards. I promise to say good things to you in front of the Grand Marshal. You will not be held accountable at that time."
Aragorn's voice became less and less because he found out that Lan Cha's already tense face became more and more angry, and the high brow bones of the orangutan were even tightly condensed into lumps.
"Don't you know how ashamed?" Lan Cha raised his spear and landed on Aragon's throat: "So much has happened, and you can still say it now. Let's say this! ? "
Aragorn said in confusion: "What are you going crazy?"
"You know, Raven is going to lose now. If you beat me here, it will have no impact on the overall situation!"
"Or, do you dislike the benefits I gave you are not enough? Frank's kind Those who have no real evidence have been judged as treason. It would be great if you can escape from crime like this! "
"You wouldn't think it's enough. Then, I will not only help you get rid of your crime, but also help you How about dealing with your brother and helping you inherit the family title? But in this way, you will get a share of the output of Bolan Gold Mine in the future! "
Lancha's cheeks twitched, his wrists trembled a little .
He has indeed betrayed the Principal of Aivol in fact, but Aragon's face still makes him unacceptable!
Fowler, Frank...How many people sacrificed their lives for the Principality?
And Lancha's father, Earl Duduo - he had the chance to live. In the end, he committed suicide!
The high-ranking nobles in the Principal of Aivol, which they guarded, actually had this kind of virtue!
The question blurted out: "Do you have nothing else in your heart except for interests??"
"The victory of the principality, the glory of the nobles, the mercy and shame of being a human race, can these be sold for sale!?"
"Ha?" Aragon almost laughed, as if it was Looking at Lancha like a bear-like talking in the acrobatic troupe.
So there are such people in the world! ?
Du Duo is not like this. How could he raise such a stupid guy?
Such a decent nobleman is like walking out of a history book!
However, this kind of guy is easy to deal with - aren't you claiming to be morally noble? Then it depends on me to expose your hypocritical face!
"Lancha, ha, I didn't expect that you could teach me a lesson!"
"Yes, I did something wrong and had poor ability to lead troops. I was led by you 5,000 traitors were ruined. "
No mistakes, one song, one content, one book, one book, one book, one bar, one book, one bar, one bar! "But do you think your father is different from me?"
"You probably don't know. After the death of Count Wanda, his family rushed to Bolan City with their property. As a result, when we arrived in Bolan City, Count Wanda's property had long been stolen. Who do you think it is How about it? "
" Otherwise, even Fowler has been posthumously named a marquis, and your Chemanli family has not yet been posthumously named!"
"Also, why do you think your father, Count Duduo, died?"
"It's not because he was so patriotic, but because he knew that Lei Wen's retreat was blocked at that time, and he wanted to swallow it alone first. The war effort failed; he thought Lei Wen would definitely die at the hands of Palmer and Faraday, and he had no way out, so he died! "
Looking at the trembling on Lancha's arms becoming clearer and clearer, Aragon knew he had done the right thing, so he spread his hands and continued:
"And it's you! Others can say that I'm powerless in leading my troops, but why do you condemn me and look down on me? At least I didn't join Lei Wen's command and aimed my blade at my own country!"
And Just as Aragon was talking, the soldiers of the Independence Legion were gradually surrounded by soldiers, each staring at Aragon.
Someone stepped forward with a gun and wanted to kill Aragon, but Lan Cha knocked away his weapon with a bang.
A hint of joy flashed in Aragon's eyes. "Do you know why he wanted to kill you?" Lan Cha asked.
Before Aragon could speak, Lancha said, "His name is David, and his family lives in A, No. 47 Cobbler Street, Bolan City." "His family has six, Only one died while you and Quentin ruled Boland City. His father was the first to starve to death, then his grandfather, his mother and grandma. "
"His wife Take your daughter and use the last money from the family to buy food, but the food is stolen by your soldiers. His wife was insulted and cut off her breasts alive, and shed all her blood and died of death. "
" By the time David returned home, his 7-year-old daughter had been sold to the lowest-class brothel - he was lucky because at least there were still people in his family alive! ”
"And there are more than 2,000 people like him in my team."
Lancha's voice was calm, but in Aragon's ears, it seemed like thunder on the ground!
The eyes swept across the crowd around him and he saw a pair of eyes.
The only deepest hatred in those eyes is to swallow him alive!
"That...that's just a bunch of untouchables!" Aragon was really panicked:
"And, aren't the Eagle Army the besieged? You guys also include you!"
"Indeed, I admit that I participated in the operation of storing grain in the city, but I'm not the only one who did this! And, there are Archibald and Quentin, they all did it too! "Lancha, wait, what are you going to do?!" "Lancha Cha had already put away his spear and took two steps back silently: "You are right. As a nobleman, I betrayed the Principality of Evor. This is a stain that I can't wash away with even a sound. I don't Judgment your position.”
"But blood relatives are a virtue that even the Lord of Light praises. I have no right to deprive them of the power of revenge."
Aragorn was really panicked at this moment. He looked at the soldiers of the Independent Legion who were silently surrounding him. , fear bursts out from the bottom of my heart.
Hurriedly wanted to stand up, but the wound on his leg made him kneel on the ground with a thud. The wound broke and blood oozed out. He begged loudly: "Lan Cha, I know I was wrong! I was really wrong! "
"Take me away, don't leave me here, don't leave me here!" "
Dong--
The eyes turned black, and Aragorn felt his whole helmet trembling, and the sticky blood instantly filled his nose.
Someone hit his head with a hammer!
"Get out... don't touch me..."
The blood choked in his throat, and Aragon wanted to resist, but at this moment he was like a drunken person, in a group of resentful soldiers. In front of him, he was so delicate that he was like an irresistible girl.
His eyes lit up, accompanied by severe pain in his scalp, and someone roughly pulled his helmet and a small thigh of hair down.
Aragorn felt like a rag doll, and was wielded by the soldiers' rough hands, and he roughly stripped off all his armor.
It was clearly in summer, but Aragon felt chill all over.
Puff—
The blood splattered, and Aragon arched his body and opened his mouth in pain, but it was immediately tightly plugged by a ball of blood-stained rag.
Next is the sword, axe, a sabre...
The soldiers' revenge is not appropriate, and they use whatever they have in their hands.
Soon soon, Aragon became a rag pocket, his limbs all turned as broken as cotton, and his bones were broken into slag.
The chest was cut open and the ribs were broken, revealing the internal organs.
No one knows when Aragon died.
It was only heard that a low whine came from his throat when his chin was smashed by a sledgehammer.
At the same time, someone saw that his heart stopped beating.
But no matter what, when his head was pulled off and passed through the crowd, he must have been dead.
Lan Cha stood in the distance, staring silently at the sky.
This is the first time since He joined the Church of Light, he has not prayed for the dead souls.
Not far away, Count Archibald was also examining this scene.
He couldn't see the specific location of Aragon, nor did he know the ending of Aragon - if he knew, he would just gloat.
There are too many people competing for credit, and one is missing.
Now, the city gate in the southwest is slowly opening, and soon Quentin's army will leave the city and press ahead to the Eagle Army.
The Imperial Guard has entered the city from the northwest direction. As long as it comes out from the southeast direction, then facing the Eagle Army will not attack on both sides, but siege on three sides!
"Thank you, Marquis of Aragon." Archibald smiled relaxedly: "If it weren't for you, I might have been the one who broke down."
Because when I saw the Eagle Army just now, He almost couldn't help but pounce on him.
Fortunately, Aragon gave him a clear comparison, which made him give up the idea of attacking.
He has already suppressed all the supervisory teams-
Just hold them firmly, as long as you wait, the fruits of victory will fall into his mouth.
At the same time, Eric encountered a new crisis.
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(This chapter ends)