Even at the most dangerous moment, the Federation did not really take the Black Flag Wing people seriously.

Indeed, over the hundreds of years since the founding of the Federation, it has launched n battles to wipe out the black flag-winged people. Every time the flags are like forests of gongs and drums, clamoring, "The grass must be too fire, the stone must be too sword, and the people must change their seeds." It is a serious attitude that it wants to completely flatten the 100,000 mountains in Namoa. However, every time it is a shameful situation and loses its generals.

The level of the Federation is likely to be even more lousy than that of Jiang Jiguo Mansion, but although their opponents are all "bandits", whether there is a "red" in front of them is the difference between the dimension and the latitude level. So, although they are always a mess, at least they are not injured. The black flag-winged people start to have a spark.

Of course, the Black Flag Wingers can support them for so long, in addition to the advantage of the geographical advantage, of course, they also have various backstages. This is just like Lu Xi’s hometown, Lanxing, all the cemeteries that can kill the empire must be behind them with the same level of empire behind them.

The Black Flag Wingers believe in the bloodthirsty king, and their backstage is Orgrim Jin Chan and the Dead Parliament of the Dead. The former sent them martial arts and military instructors to provide weapons and food, although they were also nervous in this regard; the latter provided them with alchemy materials and even magic consultants. Of course, it is said that the Black Flag Wingers have some unexplained py relationships with some human countries on the Black Soil Hills, the Dragon Claw Peninsula, and even the transnational chambers of NEOsfia. Otherwise, how could they sell the stolen goods they stolen? How could they get some high-quality military supplies from civilized countries from time to time?

Of course, with the fall of the two demons, Henas and Orgrimmar successively fell, and the situation of the Black Flag Wing people suddenly became quite embarrassing. The war has developed to the point where it is today, and the Black Flag Wing people are also wailing, despair, and gradually differentiating in the collapse. There are groups of winged bandits who come out of the mountains to surrender and act as a leader. Many people also escape from Namoa and flee to the east. Most of these people are destined to die in various accidents during long-distance migration and intercepting by the blood clans. Those who can escape to the east will not survive one hundred. Even if they can continue, it may take more than a thousand years of hard reproduction before they can gather enough people who can be called a population again? Of course, it is said that there are also some very strong and pious people who directly wiped their necks together and followed their gods.

In short, the black flag-winged bandits who still survived in the mountains of Namoa at this time should be less than 30% of the peak period.

Under such circumstances, the Black Flag Wing people who were unwilling to surrender actually dared to take the initiative. This is no longer as simple as the crazy believers. I am afraid that it is almost the same after taking the shamans' crazy medicine.

"They did gather more than 3,000 troops, but they did not show any extraordinary ability or fighting spirit. They raided a front fortress with only 200 people for a long time, and after reinforcements arrived, they soon scattered in birds and beasts. According to several surrendered black flag chiefs, a guy named Alsa was the leader, the leader of the Revenge Blood Wings." Lieutenant Colonel Lorens explained.

"Oh, I think I've heard this name somewhere?" Andrier frowned and thought for a moment.

"I remember that it seems to be one of the largest bandit groups among the Black Flag Wingers in Namoa. At most, there were five or six thousand people." Sai Xiliu, who usually likes to read a lot of military and political documents, thought for a while and said in a not very certain tone.

This is the general attitude of "high-level" officers like Andrier and Sesillo toward the Black Flag Wingers. The mustard problem that deserves attention occasionally, but that's all.

"The Blood Wings Group has suffered heavy damage in Black Man City, and the remaining people are only a thousand people. However, their leader Alsa is a loyal believer of the Bloodthirsty King. He has several military strategies and martial arts, so his appeal in the Black Flag is still good. Therefore, he can gather these hands to attack the fortress."

"Since they are crazy believers of Pakens, shouldn't they follow their gods go like this?" Andriel sarcastically said in a malicious tone.

"This is the danger. The crazy believer of the Bloodthirsty King acts very resiliently and is unwilling to surrender. If he lets it develop, the situation where Namoa finally improves may even rot." said the lieutenant colonel.

The implication is that you are neither willing to surrender nor die. I am so embarrassed that I can only let you die.

In short, the commander of the Eastern Legion, the famous "Red Thunder Light", Astray feels that the Black Flag Wingers in the mountains of Namoa are like rats in the wall cabinets of the house. Even if only 30% are left, it cannot be said that the house is clean. And this Alsa is probably the last "old rat" with appeal. Only by destroying it, the Black Flag Wingers bandits that have plagued the eastern border of the Federation for hundreds of years can it be considered completely pacified. In this way, from the federal local area to the Black Man, to the Dragon Claw to the Triumph Dominion, and even to the Thunder Cliff in Orgrimmar... Well, the commercial route of the Princess City will be developed to the maximum extent. Perhaps, in just a few decades, the population of Daroshure will double and officially change from a military fortress to a prosperous transportation and trade city.

However, after all, it will be a few decades later. The problem now is that the capital is in chaos, but the commander brought elite troops to the mountains to suppress bandits. This is so, well, too dedicated, right?

Although I felt like I was trampled by a hundred thousand grass horses, Andrier felt that she was really not qualified to complain. After all, by time, when Astray led his troops into the mountain under the guidance of the party, he probably hadn't received any news from the capital yet.

"The Commander has led 5,000 elite legionaries and twelve warships, all veterans of several years. There are more than 100 Black Flag guides. Don't worry, all the guides have been cursed and they will never dare to have a second thought. If everything goes well, he should return in triumph in at most two days." Lorens said. At this time, he seemed to have just remembered it, lowered his voice and said carefully: "So, what happened to the two people who arrived on the latest type of warship?"

Andriel and Saixilu looked at each other for a moment, and they both felt a little strange. They snatched the fastest warships of the Federation and went day and night. Of course, they should be the first people who came to Daroshul from the capital after the coup. However, in order to quickly convey important information, a message crystal was laid between the capital and the fortress. There is no reason why the Legion has not received any news now.

...Or in other words, someone actually deducted the news? So middle-level officials like Lorens know nothing?

This thought flashed through Sexiliu's mind, and then shed her eyelids slightly.

"Uh...sorry, what's the secret? However, Major General Karevi and Major General Denan are still in the headquarters. They have prepared a light meal to welcome everyone. If there is anything, it's okay to tell them."

There are a few school-level officers on the Orusero, but in fact, only these (the backstage is bigger than the sky) are qualified to let the generals hold a banquet in person. As for the other crew members, there are naturally other logistics personnel in the fortress to receive them, which is understandable. Sairi is upright and Andrier is cheerful, but he is not the one who can't stand the sand in his eyes, so naturally there is no reason to refuse.

However, when he left with Lieutenant Colonel, Sai Xiliu seemed to have taken out his "pocket watch" and knocked it out, looking at the time above.

Andriel glanced at his friend calmly, and simply pretended that he had seen nothing.

The place where the banquet was held was in the military camp, which was the officer's restaurant of the headquarters. However, because it was said that it was to entertain VIPs, there were no other people in the restaurant. Apart from a small number of attendants, there were two smiling generals.

Basque Karevi, the deputy commander of the Sixth Legion, was 65 years old and was born in a non-magic. Although he was close to his seventies, he was not as old as he was. He was still strong and strong, and was a very typical warrior. He was indeed quite brave, but unfortunately, he had no family in his birth. If he were not in the most pragmatic Eastern Legion in the whole Federation, it would be difficult to become a general. Of course, this should be the limit of this brave veteran in his official position.

Major General Denan, chief of staff, was exactly twenty years younger than the former, but he was a very graceful scholar-type magician. By the standards of the Austral nobles, he was one of the most decent and capable ones. Although he had never heard of any strong achievements in killing the lich with a scepter, he was an extremely excellent prophetic mage. He was also very accomplished in tactical military strategy, and was very cautious and calm, which was very consistent with the character of an excellent chief of staff.

Sai Xiliu felt that although the army lost a lot of talent, if the commander could still ensure such a capable configuration, the Sixth Legion could be built into the iron army of the past in a few years. However, looking at the two smiling now, her attitude was not as if she was about the two little girls but about the general Shangguan, she was somewhat disappointed.

"No need to worry, Miss Ulysses and Miss Moore, you two are absolutely safe when you arrive here." General Calevi patted his chest: "Have you worked hard all the way? Have you had a good meal and a good sleep. We can make a long-term plan for the rest."

"Yes! Today I will invite you two to eat Shanzhen Hotpot. Shanzhen Hotpot is the characteristic of Daroshul, and you must taste it." Major General Denan looked at the anger on the faces of the two girls and smiled and said, "We can also eat and talk about the fate of the Federation and the future of everyone."

Sai Xiliu thought I had eaten it a long time ago, and the last time I ate, my companions sitting at the same table were much more stylish than you. So, even though the girl knew it was not the time, she inexplicably felt a sense of sweetness in her heart.

Andriel looked at the snow-white soup made from the soup base of the big wild boar of Namoan, and made various kinds of delicacies with "gulp" sounds in the soup. She felt that it would be a pity to put the whole pot on the other person's face. So she invited a bowl of soup, put two big sticks and ate it like no one else.

The generals' actions of toasting were frozen in place, which seemed a little awkward. However, they still put down their glasses patiently. They waited for the two girls to eat 70% or 80% full, but they didn't move the knife and fork and say a word, and kept awkward and polite smile throughout the whole process.

After gnawing two big sticks, Andrier drank three bowls of soup, plus a bunch of delicacies inside mushrooms, mountain dishes, and soaked the soup and ate a white bread. Then she picked up the handkerchief and wiped her mouth slowly. Then, she sighed quietly, narrowed her phoenix eyes, and the cold jade noodles suddenly became more evil.

"I remember, General Karevi, you were brought down by Admiral Agroel in the pile of corpses, right?"

The veteran wanted to speak but couldn't say anything, and he turned his head unnaturally.

"As for you, Master Denan, you participated in the Youth Society that hoped for political reform when you were young and served under your teacher. Your wife was once the youngest professor at the National University and a civilian-born Representative."

Denan's face did not change, but the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, and then he said in a calm voice: "You also said, Miss Ulysses, it was just... the inner man has passed away for three years."

"So, is this betrayal?"

"No, if the State of Emergency Committee wins, then you are betrayal, Miss Ulysses." Old Man Karevi showed a hideous expression in his own resignation, lowering his voice, as if he wanted to increase his persuasion in this way: "However, we don't need to go to this point. I have said just now that it is very safe here, and you can stay safe until everything is over. Isn't this the best choice?"

"So, Master Denan, is this the choice of the Sixth Legion? Then, where is General Astray and his troops?" Saixiliu said in a deep voice.

"...We are just obeying the orders of the legitimate federal government. The Eastern Legion is a federal army, not a private soldier of Astray." Denan made a statement, but he did not dare to face Saixiliu's eyes directly and whispered: "Miss Moore, my wife has been dead for three years. I only hope that the children she stayed with can be safe and happy."

The "orders" who played the guest attendant had already been in their hands, and they surrounded the two girls silently, but were directly ignored.

"I can understand your choice, but I can't accept your method." Sai Xiliu stood up and poured the soup in the bowl like a snow-white ** and put it on the ground: "Tell me, why are there corpse worms here? This is the first time I heard that the ingredients of Namoa's mountain delicacies hotpot include these disgusting gadgets created by the Dead Council."
Chapter completed!