In the rainy path, a fast horse ran away on the wet grass...

A knight was driving this fast horse, and shedding a liquid from his face, whether it was tears or rain... His home was in the town where screams were heard behind him, and countless French troops were slaughtering civilians. They were not distinguishing between men, women, old and young, and the butcher knife they raised did not feel any regret for what they did. They were cold-blooded and ruthless, and at the same time they were extremely powerful. Several knights and noble lords who organized defense were all broken up in an instant and then dismembered.

When the screams in the town gradually disappeared, and the streets were filled with splashes of blood washed away by the rain and turned into bright red flowing water on the stone path.

The flag of the Three Lion-patterned Leopard Legion hangs high at the highest point of the town in the tragic song of the strong wind.

"The first regiment collects food and grass, the second regiment eliminates the remaining civilians, and the third regiment is alerted to the five miles around, and the rest are on standby!" Felipe Hall, deputy commander of the Three Lion-Papered Leopard Legion, commanded the army with a rhythmic pace. This attack was no different from the past, and the order was from surprise attacks to scattered marchs to sieges on all sides, and finally massacred all those who resisted and did not resist.

The massacres over the years have made Felipe Hall's blood cold as ice. Only when facing his elder brother Carol can he feel the feelings he deserves as a human being.

"Your Excellency the Deputy Commander General, I found a knight escaped in the chaos! Judging from the escape route, he was heading to York City, the Scottish territory!"

A scout discovered the British Knight running in the rain, so he immediately told Felipe Hall the information.

Felipe Hall looked in the direction pointed by the scout. Sure enough, a figure that was quickly interspersed from the rain was running away quickly. The tattered red and yellow clothes and several bows and arrows stuck behind him, Felipe Hall shook his head gently. This injury was still in such bad weather, and he would die soon after even if he didn't have to worry about him.

"Don't worry about him, a dying knight is not worth sending cavalry to chase, as it will cause unnecessary trouble," Felipe Hall said.

The scout received the order and continued to complete his reconnaissance mission.

Not long after, the streets of the town were cleaned up by French soldiers coming and going. The rich land, coupled with the glory of the kingdom's prosperity and the plunder and exploitation over the past century, made almost every Englishman very rich, and naturally their granaries the same. The granary gate, which was knocked open by wood, stored rations that were enough to support the urban population for half a month.

"Oh oh oh!!" The hundreds of French troops who found this granary cheered. This warehouse full of grain was enough for them to have a group of worries for a month.

Felipe Hall, who heard the sound, showed a smiling expression when he saw the warehouse full of food.

"Brother, my mission has been completed. I wonder if you are on the other side..."

Felipe Hall looked up at the rainy sky and muttered unknowingly.

—————————————————————

At the same time, in the southwest of this brutally massacred town, tens of thousands of French troops were chasing a group of refugees in the valley.

The pursuit of the valley was filled with echoes of howling, and there was no hope or rescue. They could only fall one by one under the French butcher's knife.

...Puchi!

A Scottish civilian was cut off by a sudden knife and opened his incredible eyes. The Scottish civilian fell into an eternal sleep in sorrow.

With a plop, the body that lost its head fell to the ground and splashed with water.

A tall knight wearing a spacious cloak slowly walked to the headless corpse, and a bloodthirsty red light flashed in his cold eagle eyes.

The commander-in-chief of the Three Lion-Seal Leopard Legion, Carol Badren, is a cold-blooded and ruthless dangerous person who is extremely aggressive. He has a very loyal legion under his command and is assisted by his wholeheartedly. As the only commander who surpasses Xia Ya's previous enemies, the most conscious of formation and team battle consciousness, personally, his thoughts are far more terrifying than his power.

"General... the neighborhood has been completely searched. Except for the village we discovered two days ago, this area is basically the border between the Scots and the Irish people, and there is no value for plundering..." One of Carol Badron's most loyal and powerful deputy generals, Sharina, the slaughter.

A bloodthirsty person with a very tempting figure and a very distorted mind. Although she looks like a woman on the surface, Carol sometimes thinks she is more suitable to be a man because only then can he not be attracted by this guy who is basically not wearing clothes all day (the important parts are very tightly protected!) and is running around with blood all over the body.

"Is that right... Sure enough, if you want money and supplies, go to the Englishman... This sentence is really correct."

Carol tilted his head and sighed at the village where the blazing fire was burning behind him.

"Hahaha..." At this moment, a strange laugh suddenly came. Turning around, it turned out that it was Carol's military advisor Qiman who came over with a crooked horse.

Carol glanced at Qiman, not understanding why his military advisor was laughing.

"No...I don't mean to disrespect you, Lord General. It's just that one thing must be corrected..."

Carol slowly turned his head, closed his eyes, and the sound of the wind roared beside him.

"……explain."

Hahaha! Qiman let out a few more strange laughs, then stretched out his boring finger and pointed it to the south.

"The richest person in the past is indeed the English. But now the one who has the most wealth on this island is the Prenian..."

Qiman's words attracted Carol's squinting supervision.

"So, are you trying to say that we should give up these small profits and attack the base camp of the Royal City of Prun?"

Qiman laughed strangely again, shook his hand and said, "No, I'm just making a joke that is okay. Don't take it seriously... General."

Carol turned his head and stopped looking at Qiman with a weird smile. He raised his hand and gave orders to the soldiers behind him.

“March just south.”

Just south? Qiman's face turned amid a layer of doubt when he heard this. But soon, he understood Carol's intention. Although he had obtained a lot of food and grass by looting the villages along the way, he was only enough to eat on the way. If there was not enough food or supplies, he would probably not wait for the Three Lion-Sealed Leopard Legs to capture the city when he besieged London, he would be dragged to death by London, which had sufficient food reserves in the city.

Moreover... the attack on London by the Three Lion-Seal Leopard Legion was a very risky action. Since France won the century-old jihad, the royal family who had lost external pressure began to turn their attention back to the inside. French Emperor Philip II is already an elderly man, and the struggle between the crown princes is imminent. Previously, due to the century-old jihad, this contradiction was subconsciously left behind by everyone.

Now, when the holy war has ended and has been won, the group of bored nobles who have been idle all day long have finally brought up the old story, causing waves of storms and waves in the noble palace.

However, because to ascend the throne and become king, not only requires political victory, but also strong enough military power to support it. Therefore, while the princes of the French will empire were competing for the throne, they also began to win over the two empire legions, "Saint Deni" and "Three Lion-patterned Leopard".

Unfortunately, the rulers of the Saint Denis Legion announced from the moment the dispute over royal power broke out: "Saint Denis will always be loyal to the great Marx Empire, and the ones who are loyal to the respected Emperors of the generations. The Saint Denis Legion will never interfere in the political struggle."

This declaration shows that the Saint Denis Legion maintains an absolutely neutral position and will not surrender to either side until the throne is decided.

At this time, everyone naturally focused their attention on the "Three Lion-Seal Leopard". Unfortunately, neither Carol himself nor his younger brother Felipejo would agree to his (brother) be inferior to others as an executioner. Over the years, as the reputation of the Three Lion-Seal Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leopard Leop

Although there was another French commander who had a higher reputation and a stronger prestige than him before, he handed over Mkar...

Unfortunately, there has been no news of him since his defeat in Pulun City. Some people speculate that he was captured alive by Pulun City, while others speculate that he believed that he was defeated by Pulun, who had only 150,000 troops, and had no face to continue returning to his country as the commander and chose to live in seclusion.

Anyway, no matter which one it is, the "Three Lion-Seal Leopard" Legion, which lost the big wall of Jiao Mkal, is undoubtedly the most popular and highly praised legion in the entire French Will Empire. In addition, the Saint Denis Legion voluntarily withdrew from the position of the royal competition, which undoubtedly gave Carol a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Therefore, the plan for this surprise attack on London is not just as simple as Carol's attempt to defeat the command center of Great Britain in one go. At the same time, it is also the most important and main step for Carol's huge plan to make blood flowing from the French Will Empire in the future...

The south of the "Three Lion-Past Leopard" Legion is a larger city in Scotland.

Although it is not as rich as London, nor as strong as Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, and not as spectacular as the walls of the Royal City of Prun. However, there are hundreds of years of trade routes here. Any businessman who goes to Scotland or London in all directions will choose to stop in the city of York for a short rest.

York is a product of the peace agreement reached between Scotland and England. The two choose to jointly govern and collect taxes together. Except for the tax collected, 60% of the taxes must be handed over to England. The others are not controlled by the English, and even the ruler of this city is a Scottish baron. It can be said that York is the most popular city among the Scots and one of the cities with the richest economic income.

The storm and storm still blew the flags, and the whistling flags stood upright in the wind and rain.

With his back to the burnt village, Carol's eyes as he looked into the distance were filled with desire...
Chapter completed!