Warhammer

"Wait for me here!"

He rushed into the village and searched the surroundings as quickly as possible. It was still the familiar layout and scene, with collapsed houses and broken doors and walls.

He ran to the place that impressed him the most.

The cottage where Martha and her mother, Aunt Freeman, lived.

"Yes, this is it!" The exterior of the cabin still looked the same as before and had not suffered any damage.

He walked to the door and called out, "Aunt Freeman?"

There was no response. The door of the house was open. Hughie drew his dagger, hunched over and walked into the house cautiously. There was nothing unusual except a chair lying on the ground.

He felt an inexplicable panic and hurriedly retreated, running out of the village.

Huey was now suddenly particularly worried about Martha.

It was as if the people in the entire village had suddenly disappeared! Apart from the hurricane-like attack by wild beasts and raging fire, he had not even seen a single corpse.

He ran to the entrance of the village and saw his lover pacing back and forth anxiously, and he immediately felt relieved.

fortunately.

If Martha suddenly "disappeared" during the time he ventured in to find out the situation, not to mention whether he could escape from this strange scene alive, he would live in pain for the rest of his life!

What he said to the girl was not just sweet talk or coaxing words, but came from his heart.

Martha saw Hughie running over and waved to him. At this moment, the young man suddenly saw a group of knights appearing not far away, and they were coming towards the fire here.

Huey rushed to his lover's side first, frowned and looked at the group of people. He saw that they were all dressed as soldiers. The one leading the group had a thick tall hat with a fiery red feather on it, which could be seen clearly from a distance.

"The Principality's army? Is it the Northern Army?"

A hint of doubt flashed through Huey's mind. Seeing the army in this situation should have been a good thing, but the man didn't know why. The feeling of uneasiness that had been lingering in his heart since he met the crazy sergeant became worse.

The thought of "taking Martha and hiding in the village to avoid these people" suddenly came to him, but he immediately dismissed it.

Not to mention that the other party had already seen them, if they were hiding at this time, if they came for the village, the two of them would appear very suspicious.

What's more, the other side has horses, and if they hide in the village, they will most likely be searched. If they escape in other directions, two legs will definitely not be able to outrun four legs.

So Hughie took Martha with him, and while he gently comforted his lover who was terrified by the burning of the village and the disappearance of the villagers, he stood at the entrance of the village, waiting for the group of knights to come.

"Da da!"

Soon, the knights arrived in front of the young lovers. The middle-aged man with a red feather in his hand, who seemed to be the leader, frowned at the still burning village, and looked back and forth between the man and woman and the village with a scrutinizing gaze.

Huey plucked up his courage, pulled Martha behind him, stood at attention, and saluted the leading knight.

He could tell from the other person's demeanor and clothing that he was a man of extraordinary status, especially the three medals on his chest, which were two versions of the "Patriotic Warrior Medal" introduced by Prince Rodrigo after the end of the Greenskin War based on the system of neighboring countries. Hughie was a Miragliano, and his father was an official of medium status. Because he took several risks during the Greenskin War, he was awarded a "Diligence in Duty" medal, which was several levels lower than the "Patriotic Warrior". He was very happy when he came back, and wore it on his chest all day to show his glory.

Huey had just joined the army at that time and was very envious of these things, so he knew something about them.

Judging from the fact that he has two styles of "Patriotic Warrior" pinned on his chest, he must be at least a legion commander and a nobleman who should be addressed as "Your Excellency General".

So no matter how worried he was, Huey had to step forward and pay his respects.

However, on the middle-aged man's chest, there was a medal pinned at the highest position. The style was very special, like a six-pointed star, blue and white. Huey couldn't remember what style it was, but he didn't dare to stare at the nobleman's chest, so he just glanced at it with his peripheral vision.

"you're a soldier?"

As expected, the middle-aged man frowned and asked him a question.

Huey's expression was stern, and he immediately replied: "Yes, sir! I am a member of the Second Guerrilla Army of the Plains Army of the Northern Army..."

"Okay!" The man waved his hand, not interested in the details.

"We are hunting for a deserter. You smell like him. Have you seen him?"

Seemingly showing no interest in the pawn's origins, the man asked his question directly, but there seemed to be something wrong with his words, which Huey did not notice.

"Report to you, sir! Half an hour ago, I did see a junior sergeant in the field who claimed to be from the Northern Army. This is the badge he showed me!"

Huey took out the soldier's card from his pocket. A knight came forward and took it, then handed it to the middle-aged man. He lowered his head, glanced at it, and threw it back to his subordinate.

"He seemed to be behaving very strangely and soon after identifying himself he stole our horses and took off."

A man who looked like an adjutant suddenly rode forward and whispered something to the man. The latter's frown immediately relaxed, as if he had heard good news. He turned around with a slightly more "friendly" expression and looked at him with some amusement.

For some reason, Huey suddenly felt nervous.

"What did he say to you?"

It was strange that this group of people came to a village that was obviously inhabited but now turned into a sea of ​​fire, but they did not show any concern at all, and stared at a "deserter" persistently, even if the deserter's identity was important. This indifference to local affairs really made people feel a little...

"Report to your Excellency! That junior sergeant is acting crazy. He said he was attacked and all his companions were killed in the battle!"

"What attack?"

The man suddenly became interested. He dismounted, took off his gloves and hung them on the saddle, then walked to Hughie with his hands behind his back.

Huey lowered his head, but he caught a glimpse of something red and black, like blood, on the palm of the white silk gloves that only nobles would use.

"Report to your Excellency, the junior sergeant who calls himself Lytton Benedict claims that his troops were attacked by wild beasts, and everyone except him has been killed in the battle..."

"Nonsense, the Watchers have never been attacked."

Huey said nothing, and he didn't know what to say.

But Martha behind him suddenly showed an extremely terrified expression, so much so that Zhang Yanli's face looked a little hideous!

The middle-aged man with a distinguished appearance, well-dressed, and wearing a national medal on his chest stood in front of Huey, with a strange, beast-like red light in his eyes! His expression as he looked at Huey who was looking down became even more terrifying!

That was not the expression of a normal mortal at all, but rather the expression of a man-eating monster covered in human skin!

"Because..." He grinned, his white teeth gleaming coldly, and Huey raised his head to meet the man's terrifying, inhuman gaze.

"We are the attack itself!"

He chopped with one hand, and Hughie, who was halfway through drawing his sword, was hit on the temple by the man's palm knife and fainted.

A knight took two quick steps and grabbed the terrified Martha's arms to restrain her.

"Take them back and burn this place clean again."

The man looked at the burning village and gave a weird smile.

Chapter 61: "Everything is normal"

"What's the situation?"

The man put the teacup aside, put his legs on the wooden table, and lay back with his head resting on his hands, in a very leisurely posture.

Behind the herald were two orderly soldiers, who reported to the man one by one the feedback from the garrisons in various places over the past two days.

"The Dogs of War demand more luxury rations from the Principality. Uh, they say wine and whores are never enough..."

"The Eastern Legion is urging for this month's supplies and has reported several small-scale beastman attacks, suspected to be coming from the northern mountains. The possibility of a large-scale beastman tide cannot be ruled out..."

The man sneered, "When did the beastmen not come from the northern mountains?"

"Mr. Charles never tires of reporting these situations every year, no, every month. It seems that he really wants to get out of the Eastern Army."

The man mocked the Eastern Legion, the nominal commander of the largest local garrison group in the Principality of Miragliano. The adjutants could only turn a deaf ear to him and wait until the man shut up before continuing to report.

"The Northern Army has submitted a number of disciplinary measures for serious violations of military discipline..."

"..."

"Watcher force report: everything is normal."

"..."

The man yawned and stretched on the bench.

"That's it for now. I'll take a break."

The adjutant immediately saluted with the orderly and left with the documents. He was not worried that his boss's behavior would involve dereliction of duty.

After all, a man with the last name of Visconti, who could sit at the same table with the prince at a banquet, with less than two seats between them, just had an empty title and did not do anything else except listening to military reports and did not interfere with the plans made by his subordinates. He was already a very wise and self-aware "perfect boss" among the parachuted dandies and dignitaries.

Moreover, the adjutant only narrated the news in a concise and clear manner. All the real news, as well as the secret intelligence, had to be reported to the Black Castle through various channels and in multiple ways. The adjutant was just acting to accompany his superior who was slacking off, pretending to be "working diligently for the Principality."

He is happy and relaxed even when his boss is slacking off. After all, it is not easy to find such a leader who does not put pressure on him.

.........

"Everything is OK?" In a secret room, the middle-aged man pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose and frowned slightly.

"How many times has this happened? What is Marshall doing?"

He chuckled at the young man sitting opposite him and said, "It has been like this since we sent back his transfer report two months ago. Everything is normal as long as there is nothing important. It seems that he is still very dissatisfied."

"It's wartime now!" the middle-aged man emphasized, expressing his dissatisfaction with this, and he also felt a little aggrieved. The transfer of generals was ultimately decided by the prince, and Marshall sent such an abbreviated report, which had to be screened through layers before being submitted to the prince. They were the ones who suffered in the process - by submitting such a report, they would run the risk of being accused of being "irresponsible".

But the men could do nothing about it. They were only responsible for reviewing and screening the meaningful and important intelligence for the prince. They only had the qualification of "assisting" but did not have the power to "decide" or "discuss".

What the local garrison submits and reports is the business of the local military system.

The young man spread his hands.

"Just report it truthfully. There really isn't much going on over there."

He originally wanted to joke, "The enemy won't come out of the Inara Mountains," but when he thought about the possibility that there was another pair or more pairs of eyes and ears in some dark room around him, monitoring him, it was inconvenient to joke while he was working seriously. He could only make a casual remark and continued to bury his head in the book.

In a similarly hidden room not far away, there were also two men, using a strange-looking machine, who quickly typed a sentence under a simple symbol:

"Everything is fine."

......

The man opened the window, and the fresh air outside mixed with a faint smell of blood blew towards him. The man took a deep breath and felt a little intoxicated.

That's how it feels.

He walked downstairs, and when the guards saw him, they immediately lined up at attention on both sides of the gate, raised their arms at a forty-five degree angle to salute him.

The man nodded slightly. It must be said that this new etiquette looked much more spirited than before. He raised his right hand with his palm tilted backwards as a return gesture.

What is today's job?

Why not go to the arena and execute a few more cowardly deserters?

While the man was thinking, a group of burly beastmen soldiers came towards him.

The leader had horns as majestic as a bull, and a majestic fiery red mane from his jaw to his chest.

There is a single Reverse Khorne engraved on the armor on its chest - just like the Chinese character "又" with an extra horizontal line in the middle, and also like a symbolic mark of a big-headed villain.

A Wrathhorn Army leader.

A general and commander who leads a warband of Wrathhorns.

When the man saw the other, a frenzy of emotion surged in his heart.

That's it, it's so powerful! So strong!

This is blessing, this is power!

He recalled that not long ago, when he and his troops were "enlightened", the divine punishment was to transform into the other party's image, bringing whipping and teachings together. Those cowardly and incompetent guys were eliminated from their team by the Benefactor with His supreme anger, and those who remained all welcomed...

newborn!

"The four blessed mothers..."

The man crossed his hands in front of his chest and bowed his head reverently.

Only followers who have not yet been truly accepted into the path of true faith will use the guards' salute.

And he has already converted to the teachings of the Five Seals, received the honor of the Redeemer, and is qualified to use the Ceremony of the Sky Eagle.

And a leader of the Angry Horn Army came here, obviously with important instructions to convey to him.

"The commander summons you."

Sure enough, Jun Feng Nujiao brought a very important piece of news, which instantly aroused the man's emotions.

"Commander!"

With a sense of illusory great honor, he followed the pace of the angry-horned beast and asked tentatively with strong curiosity:

"Could you please tell me which commander summoned me?"

Junfeng lowered his head and glanced at him sideways.

Facing a furious-horned beast that was almost half a person taller than him, even though his status was theoretically higher than the other, the man placed himself in a very low position in his heart.