Chapter 312 The Unexpected Thor’s Hammer!

The third battle between Bran's regular soldiers to encircle and suppress the Gray Army's garrison was going to end faster than anyone imagined.

In the morning, the Northern Arms Department.

Before Don Josiah received the news, several department bosses gathered in the conference hall again. The difference from last time was that there was an extra person this time, a middle-aged officer named Bran who looked gloomy and was still covered in blood.

The sky was a little gloomy, so even though the curtains were opened, the conference hall was still a little dark, and the expression on the face of the big man who was leaning powerlessly in the room was even darker.

"Your identity."

After a while, a big guy sitting in the back finally broke the deathly silence in the venue and asked slowly.

He didn't turn his head or wink, but of course the middle-aged officer knew that he was the one asking the question. He glanced at him nervously, saluted with a standard military salute, and replied succinctly: "Deputy General of the Bandit Suppression Army."

"Where's Beate?"

Beate is the general selected by the big guys to lead this bandit suppression operation.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and then answered bravely: "General... he must have died."

A few sudden breaths were heard, and then they relaxed. After a few dialogues, the scene gained a touch of human flavor, but it was still as gloomy as water.

"Tell me, how did you lose this time..." A slightly mocking voice came from another boss.

The middle-aged officer licked his lips and resisted the dryness of his throat: "More than ten days ago, the general led his army into the Shiwan Mountain. He encountered many sneak attacks on the way, but they were all resolved. There was a slight victory during the period..."

"Idiot!" Amidst the loud shouts, bang, a tea cup exploded on the middle-aged officer's shoulder. The hot tea dripped down, and the blood mixed with it made the middle-aged officer's body tremble. But he bit his lips tightly and did not dare to let out any cry of pain.

"I don't want to hear you, stupid pig, praising your merits. I just want to know how those 80,000 people were defeated. Do you understand? Do you understand?"

Hysterical roars echoed over the empty conference room, echoing in waves.

"Yes!" The middle-aged officer was excited, straightened his body and saluted another military salute. Then he did not dare to hide it and said quickly, "Eight days ago, we hit Dawn City..."

The words interrupted again,

"Auroville City?"

"Eight days ago... Oh, let me calculate, even if you ride a horse, it will take two or three days to escape from Shiwan Mountain, and it will also take two or three days to get here from there... Eighty thousand, eighty thousand people, supporting three or four The whole army was wiped out in the sky? Okay, we really have you, damn we have you!"

Bang, bang, bang...

After a while of chaotic words, five or six teacups were thrown over.

Regardless of the pain in his body, the middle-aged officer was a little dumbfounded. He only said a few words and it actually caused such a big reaction.

"Idiot, what are you doing standing there? Keep talking!"

"Yes! Uh..." It seemed that he was confused. The middle-aged officer was trembling and forgot what he had just said. Fortunately, when the remaining boss reached out to touch the tea cup, he suddenly remembered, "Shuguang City , Dawn City...that group of gray-clothed rioters built a city there, called Dawn City. The wall was nearly ten feet high, and was made of black rocks, making it extremely difficult to climb and break. On the first day of the attack, we and the gray-clothed rioters were there. There was a fierce fight under the wall... Later, when it was almost evening, the general was preparing to beat the drums and withdraw his troops, and fight again the next day. But at this time, something came out above the top of the wall..."

Having said this, the middle-aged officer's body could not help but tremble, and his eyes showed a look of horror, "A large city-defending crossbow...a trebuchet...thunder, Thor's hammer..."

"Thor's Hammer!"

"Thor's hammer?"

"How can it be……"

…

The originally silent conference hall suddenly exploded. All the big guys leaned forward, with various fat heads and big ears poking out from the shadows, their faces showing shock.

They are all heads of various departments in the Northern Arms Department, so they have naturally seen Mjolnir, and sometimes dozens or hundreds of them pass through their hands every day. But that's where they are. Apart from that, it's simply impossible for the private sector to create Thor's Hammer, which has such an extremely sophisticated process. And even if it is "accidentally" lost to the people from them, it is absolutely contraband, and anyone who dares to touch it will die.

"Yes, it's Mjolnir!" Looking at the suspicious looks of the big guys, the middle-aged officer firmly confirmed, "And there's more than one, there are six in total. They were launched together, directly defeating our last attack... ...Because the general didn't expect this, the Chinese army's tent was set up a little forward, and it was, was, destroyed by a cannon..."

This is the fundamental reason why the bandit suppression army failed so quickly. Beate was personally selected by the big bosses, so he is naturally not an idle person. Even if he is not as good as the famous generals of the three major legions like Ralph, he can still be regarded as a general worthy of his name. It's a pity that this veteran also made a mistake, because he did not expect that the Gray Army would have a weapon with a long range and high lethality like Thor's Hammer. The Chinese army who was supervising the battle in the front was bombarded and went directly to see it. The old man, the God of Light.

The battle had only been going on for a short period of time when the head coach died unexpectedly. The regular soldiers were naturally in disarray and their morale plummeted. Of course, Oumeng had no reason to waste this great opportunity. He did not bother to test the defensive capabilities of the city wall again, and directly opened the gates on the north and south sides to release the troops that had been prepared for a long time. Then he saw that the regular soldiers were really defeated, and the middle door was also wide open. All the soldiers of the Gray Army rushed out quickly, killing until the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and blood flowed like rivers...

"At that time, the army was in chaos. We couldn't find the division commander, and the division commander couldn't find his regimental commander... Without a command, some soldiers began to flee. The governor's army killed a group, and then more soldiers killed Got them..."

The middle-aged officer's tone gradually became lower, but every word hit the hearts of the big bosses. No one interrupted, and their eyes were a little dull and confused. A picture like this seemed to appear in front of them: with the arrows raining above their heads, many Bran soldiers threw away their swords in fear, pushed away their companions behind them, turned around and ran away, taking off their weapons as they ran. Wearing heavy armor... behind them, there were black figures wielding sharp butcher knives one after another. After they caught up, they swung the knife at the undefended back... blood was sprayed, and the souls of the dead screamed...

The conference hall was completely silent. The middle-aged officer raised his eyes and secretly looked at the boss on the left, then looked at the right, then gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted loudly: "We should have won this battle, the turning point is here On top of those six Thor's Hammers are those damn greedy smugglers who killed and injured 80,000 soldiers. We must find them out..."

boom! boom! boom!

The shouting was interrupted, and the last three teacups exploded on the middle-aged officer.

If the war fails, it is natural to find a scapegoat to take responsibility. This middle-aged officer is a deputy general, so he has an unshirkable responsibility first of all. Secondly, since he is not dead now, it would be easy to charge him with a deserter. If he goes to the Military Justice Department, he will not be able to escape the gallows. So what he shouted just now was just to excuse himself... But unfortunately, he shouted the wrong content.

You must know that everyone here is the head of the Armament Department, and they have countless various defensive tools, equipment, etc. in their hands. Guarding such a large treasury, how could they not be involved in smuggling? The difference is just a matter of more or less. As the heavy-duty weapon of destruction, Mjolnir's value is naturally higher. In this case, it is natural to smuggle a few units... Now the middle-aged officer is yelling at the nightingale. Just like a prostitute, how can you, the bosses, tolerate her?

"The main reason for the failure of the war was that Beate ignored military common sense. And as a deputy general, you didn't even give a little warning? You can't escape your guilt. Come on, send me to the Military Justice Department!"

This sentence is final! The middle-aged officer also knew that he had yelled wrongly. Under the control of several soldiers, he hurriedly shouted: "Sir, spare your life, spare your life...Sir...I'm going to fuck your mother, you greedy old guys, sooner or later, ah... Woohoo..."

The crazy yelling turned into screams, and then became almost inaudible after the conference hall door was closed.

Perhaps it was because of the middle-aged lieutenant's last few words of abuse that although the expressions of the elders present did not change, no one spoke up. Silence returned to the conference hall again, with a hint of embarrassment flowing inside.

But when problems arise, they always have to be faced and solved. After a while, the big guys discussed countermeasures again.

At this time, they all had a headache. The responsibility for this battle would not be enough to overthrow them. It would be enough to be borne by the officers who escaped, and at most, a few officials with no foundation in the Armament Department would be added.

What bothers them is how to deal with those rioters in gray? And the subsequent discussions of the people in the north... Don't get me wrong, they don't care about the discussions of those assholes. But with the failure of three sieges, these remarks will surely reach the capital. When faced with the pressure of accountability coming from above, how should we deal with it?

"I think the root of this problem is still with the grey-clothed rioters, we should continue the encirclement and suppression!"

"It's difficult. All 80,000 people have been defeated. How many will we send out next time? One hundred thousand...the key is where will these one hundred thousand soldiers come from? The people in the Armament Department can't move anymore, otherwise if the frontline needs reinforcements, we will be very passive. .”

"Then what do you think we should do? There are enough soldiers in the north now...the four major lords?"

"Save it, they even disobey the capital's orders, will they help us? In the past, they were just spitting on their faces. Believe it or not..."

"There should be some benefits... This can be regarded as a method. We will discuss it in detail later."

"What do you think these gray-clothed rebels want to do? Why don't we negotiate with the lords and send some troops to guard the main road leading to the outside from Shiwanda Mountain? Let them make trouble inside first and wait for the battle on the front line. Once that is done, or after the lord is persuaded, come and destroy them!"

"This is a good idea, I think it will work."

"I agree……"

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After some discussion, there was no constructive suggestion at all. The bosses were also fed up and decided to adopt the turtle tactic of indifference.

But is this really possible?

You know, even if the trees want to be quiet, they have to ask the strong wind whether it will answer... (To be continued.)