At noon, the sun on the grassland was very fierce, and the air evaporated the last bit of water, slightly distorting the objects in the distance. General Von Hell and his group finally appeared in front of the Fenglei Fortress.

Along the way, they were like a group of wild beasts hunted, experiencing their full potential, fighting against layers of checkpoints, cliffs, swamps and fog spirits. When they appeared in Vondenburg, there were only fifty-six people left.

Vondenberg no longer exists. Apart from the broken halberd and broken guns, there is not even a single corpse. General Woerdev is not so kind to restrain his corpse for so many people who died tragically. The corpses exposed to the wilderness were taken away by vultures and wild dogs, and occasionally some scattered bones were seen.

When General Von Hell rushed here, they were exhausted, but they knew that getting here would mean a way out. There were sentries to inquire about the news at the mountain pass, and the sentry gave the horses to General Von Hell. After a brief meal, the group rushed to Fenglei Fortress.

In any case, this battle was victorious. Although countless cannon fodders were filled, the foundation of the Norman Principality was not moved at all. In this battle, the Principality of Butani lost not only the people's hearts, a lot of wealth, but also the morale of the army. Even though the Grand Duke of Butani did not recover because of this battle, he would not be able to regain his strength in the short term.

And what about him, Von Hell? Perhaps some guardians would scold him for being cold-blooded and cruel, but he was the winner. Whether it was power or glory, after this battle, his reputation had reached its peak.

Now that he has been involved in the political circle, he only needs to give him another three or five years. At that time, both the military and political circles were all his confidants. Even the great masters don’t want to shake his status anymore. What’s the point of killing a few people?

General Von Hell rode on the horse, a hint of relief appeared on the corner of his cracked mouth.

The new God of War is about to rise in the blood pool, and that person is him, General Von Hell, who has made outstanding achievements.

The gate of Fenglei Castle, which was five feet high, opened by the sub-dragon monster, was opened with such a heavy door, which was two and a half feet thick, with copper nails more than one foot long, which could not be opened by human power alone.

Two rows of soldiers in brightly-clad armor came out, and there were two generals in the middle. They galloped wildly, and they threw their saddles off from a distance. They trotted up and knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "Congratulations to General Von Hell for his great victory!"

The two men secretly looked behind Feng Heer, and saw that there were only dozens of people, and they were obviously a little shocked at the tens of thousands of troops left. They gave each other a surprised look, but they did not dare to show their faces.

"Why are you? What about Bill and Brian?" General Von Hull frowned, with a strange look.

He recognized these two generals as veterans, but they were not promoted by Von Hull. They have always served as two idle officers with higher ranks but no real power in Baptister. Von Hull was quite surprised to meet them here.

"Report to the general, Brian whipped his soldiers while drunk and died, and was dismissed from his post and investigated. And the captain of Bill's regiment..."

He paused awkwardly, his voice lowered a step, and he whispered: "The knights guarding Vondenburg were more than a dozen noble families. They were wiped out, and Bill could not guard and refused to support him. The nobles were furious. The Grand Duke took him back to Baptist and imprisoned him. Therefore, we were ordered to guard the Wind Thunder Castle."

General Von Hull laughed in silence. He knew that Brian was so good at drinking, but this man was very brave in fighting, and he was a beloved general who promoted him. It was indeed impossible for him to whip the soldiers to death at will. This guy, when he returned to Baptist, he would slowly exonerate him.

As for Bill, if he cannot defend himself, he will only defend but not attack, that is his strict order. Of course, Bill will implement it without fail. If he had known that the Grand Duke would have been under pressure to pursue this matter, he had already agreed to let Bill be a scapegoat in advance, but he did not expect that the Grand Duke's reaction was so fast and the war had not yet ended, so he would change his generals in the last battle.

It's nothing. When things go here, the news gradually becomes smaller. Then you can re-activate him. By then, you will have to give him a higher official position.

Von Hell smiled faintly, without asking more questions, and said, "We are exhausted all the way. Please lead me into the fort. I want to have a good rest!"

After getting off the horse in front of the general's mansion, General Feng Heer raised his arms and felt extremely tired, but his spirit was extremely excited. Ru Jin's future and his unborn son were full of hope and he was so satisfied.

In the hall, the middle and low-level generals stood solemnly, with neat clothes and armor. General Von Hell smiled with satisfaction and walked into the hall. As soon as he stepped into the hall, his sunny face suddenly sank.

There are many generals and schools, silent.

He thought this was waiting for him, the general who returned triumphantly, but he suddenly saw a person in the general's position who should never appear here: the second-largest official of the military of the Principality of Norman, General Wordev, the king of the Northwest.

General Woerdev, who was sitting upright, was wearing a distinctive armor, and was wearing a long sword of strange shape under his ribs, and his scabbard almost hit the ground.

He stood up on the table with a smile, gasping for breath.

The king of the northwest, Woerdev, appeared in Fenglei Castle, what does this mean? General Von Hell's brilliant heart was suddenly shrouded in a cloud.

General Wordev suddenly smiled, and he stretched out his two fat white slaps and started croaking.

"Everyone, please welcome General Von Hell to return triumphantly!"

This fat man was still pretending to be garlic. He knew that in addition to commanding troops and generals, he was also the best in the martial arts skills of fighting spirit and swordsmanship. Only a few seniors in the army were among them. General Feng Heer was one of them. Of course, he would not be confused by Werdev's stupid appearance.

"Empty! Empty! Empty!" Woerdev clapped his palms, but the sound from the pair of flesh palms was the empty sound like a dead tree. This was the state where the wooden fighting spirit had reached its peak.

General Von Hell's eyes shrank, and his eyes suddenly became as sharp as needles.

Wordev's martial arts skills were not as good as him, but over the years, he has been the supreme military leader, intrigue with the nobles, and worked hard to curry favor with the Grand Duke, and cultivated his confidants. What is the matter without time? No energy? Where is Wordev?

His golden fighting spirit has been at its peak in so many complicated affairs. What about Wordev, who was sent to the northwest, whom he had surpassed his own peak.

Seventeen years ago, Wordev was defeated by Von Hell. Today, seventeen years later, what will happen if he fights again?

Even if he loses his personal martial arts competition, there is nothing wrong with it. The problem is, once he loses his career in the officialdom, will he still have a chance to turn things around?

Looking around slowly, the officers' faces were still very familiar, but their eyes were so strange.

Von Hell knew that he had already lost, and he had lost in a terrible defeat when he thought he had won the final victory...

Barto's cigars were whipping one by one. Listening to the reports of his subordinates coming in and out, he grabbed his hair from time to time, as if he was about to pull him up from the ground.

The other tycoons sent people to stare at him. Even though they had speculation in their hearts, they still wanted to get the most accurate information. But everyone knows that the "lucky boy" Barto is over this time. He still has a lot of public debts in his hands. Who said he is the contractor?

So while others were scrambling to sell the goods, they were calculating how much they would pay for each share they sold, they also felt a sense of malicious pleasure in their hearts. At least he was lucky compared to Batto, who was about to go bankrupt.

Sale has become a panic. When people suddenly lose their minds, following others' behavior becomes a kind of self-compulsory behavior. Even if some people originally thought that the Principality of Norman would not be defeated so quickly, even if General Von Hell died in battle, the Principality might not be destroyed because of this, they became desperate because of the influence of the surrounding atmosphere.

Everyone no longer regards the government bonds in their hands as worth a penny, but just wants to throw them away immediately, and exchange them for as much as possible, retaining some remaining wealth as much as possible. After continuous and wildly throwing, by lunch, the Norman government bonds were like waste paper, and the face price dropped twenty-five times.

The desperate people kept crying, and all the trading boards were sold orders, but no one cared about them.

Barto didn't eat either. He was so sad that he couldn't eat at all. But when he was so hungry that he could not bear to eat, he quickly ate a sausage by bowing and throwing away paper scraps. At noon, he threw away "paper scraps" in total seven times.

Traders appeared, and this time the traders appeared were all new faces. In fact, every securities tycoon has two sets of people. Now these traders who have never appeared before have made a public appearance. It seems that there is really no need for Barto to hide them any more.

The tycoons immediately ordered their subordinates to keep a close eye on the actions of these people. As expected, Barto, a tycoon who influenced the securities market, did make another trick, but after being ordered, they did not stay on the stock exchange, but instead put on the most ordinary clothes and left the Golden Peak District.

The tycoons inexplicably sent several troops to track their whereabouts, and found that these people had gone to markets, factories, and ordinary residential areas, and began to spread rumors using various identities.

It is very simple to spread rumors to civilians. Just first imply that he knows a big man, he happens to be doing things at a big man's home, he is a relative of a big man, and then he "unintentionally" talks about the current securities market and the news obtained from his secret channels: If he buys it now, he will get rich overnight like a boy from Barto in a few days.

All that is left is waiting for these people who accidentally heard the secret to ferment the greed in their hearts. The rewards of the stalkers made all securities tycoons suddenly realize.

"It's so fucking dark! This Batto is so conscientious!"

The tycoons finished scolding with integrity and immediately ordered their subordinates to follow suit, and even mobilized their families to accidentally "leak" certain information to their subordinates, neighbors, and postman...

Nowadays, the world is like a father and mother getting married, and everyone cares about each other. If you don’t go to hell, who will go to hell?

Before the market opened in the afternoon, the stock exchange was already in a mess, with almost double the number of people than in the morning. The crowds were crowded and shoulder to shoulder. It seemed that people who had just received the news came one after another. People who thought they were good at dragging people into the water with the pleasure and sneer of dragging people into the water, constantly urging their own people to be prepared, try to sell first in the afternoon and stop losses in time.

The market opened in the afternoon and the sell-off was still the same, but amid the crowds of people, someone was constantly consuming it.

On the surface, they were many ordinary citizens who believed in "rumors", but more than 90% of these citizens were members of the Daji God Cult launched by Jedi.

Jady sent over a dozen elders of the Dhaji Divine Cult, and they led the most loyal group of believers to launch the tactics of the sea of ​​people and were quietly taking in the small pen.

Due to the enthusiastic selling, the number of traders is unprecedented, and there is no such timely machine to count the trading volume and buying and selling total amount. No one can notice this trick of buying with a small amount of people-season tactic.

When the market is about to close, the buying volume begins to surge. The real news may come tomorrow, and there is no need to hide it now.

These elders all had a lot of cash in their hands, and they bought as much as they could. Perhaps their cash was nothing in normal times. The problem is that the current public debt is only a little book value, and they have fallen dozens of times in one day, almost insignificant.

In this way, the cash in the arms of the elders and believers could have bought 1,000 yuan, but now they can buy 30,000 yuan. They started to scan orders and eaters. The orders on the trading board were crossed out, which was a sign that someone had eaten all of them.

When the tycoons on the second floor noticed this and ran out and stared at the trading board in a daze, the securities they had strictly ordered to sell had all become something in their pockets.

That night, General Von Hell broke through the siege alive. The news of the interception of Grand Duke Butani failed and the resignation of the army reached Baptiste. For a moment, some people cried and some people laughed, and Baptiste was unable to remain peaceful all night.

In the secret temple of the Daji Divine Cult, all the bonds purchased have been counted. They made more than twenty times the gold coins in one day.

The Norman Principality will have only one beneficiary for taxes now and even a few years later. He is not the Grand Duke of Norman, but Jedisaker, who is now the underground emperor of the Norman Principality.

The news that General Von Hell was secretly imprisoned and imprisoned had reached Jady's ears. He also had eyes and ears in the army, but the people did not know about this news.

The night was vast and under the stars shining in the sky, Jady and all his close people stood on the crescent-shaped rooftop at the top of the pavilion, overlooking the entire sleepless city.

"General Von Hell's tactics are like a cruel politician. He sent tens of thousands of soldiers to the enemy to massacre. However, it has to be admitted that the price he paid for this method is actually the smallest. If both sides really attacked the cities and lands and fought head-on, the number of deaths will definitely be above that, and the consumption of both countries will be doubled. Von Hell..."

Helen suddenly smiled: "It's a pity that he can't have it for us. He is really an outstanding general!"

"He has not abandoned his fantasy about the Grand Duke of Norman. Since he was a young man who had just joined the army, he had grown up in the army of the Principality of Norman and climbed to the peak of the Principality's position of power. The Principality of Norman has made him too deep. In his mind, he would not consider where he could go once he left here."

The little fox girl Lolita continued: "Weredev has been waiting for him in Fenglei Castle for a long time, and even if he escaped, he might not have escaped. But the problem is that he did not want to escape at all. The information he sent did not say that after General Weredev read out the Grand Duke's decision to arrest and custody, did he obediently tie up?"

"Because he didn't believe that the great guild had killed him, he was unwilling to give up everything he had gained from years of struggle. It was this slight fantasy that made him put down his sword and walked into a cage that could never be walked out again. Alas, he was the most unfortunate winner in the history of the empire." Picasso sighed.

Salice raised his eyebrows and said, "He ended up being locked in a cage. Once the situation stabilizes, he will take his life. What kind of winner is this? We did not participate in the war, but we are the ones who enjoy the fruits of the war, so... we are the winners."

"But our winner was originally an ally of Von Hell. When Von Hell fell, whether it was Mel Gibson or Vordev, he would soon come to trouble us.

Jady said, turning to Du Wei and said, "You first think about leaving, throw out all the last industries in your hands, and then publicly announce your return to Dijing. I will arrange for you to go to the Dream Forest first and go to the Dwarfs. When we leave, we will go to you."

"Okay, the gold mines in the Dawn Mountains are also going to be sold? I think it can be sold for a lot of money."

Jady thought for a while and said, "It's still no need. Compared with the support of the Obestein family, a gold mine is nothing. Besides, if you sell it as a waste mine, it's not worth much. If you treat it as a promising gold mine, Baptist's energy is severely damaged. I'm afraid no noble has the kind of big money. Don't ruin the reputation of the Obestein family. This mine is still in your name, and seal the mine first."

He smiled at Barto again and said, "Now, you are going to play the role of going from nouveau riche to a dilapidated house, making a fortune, going bankrupt in one day, and whereabouts are unknown from now on. You will become a legend in the Golden Pin District."

Barto shrugged and smiled, "Yes, it seems that I have to go to the Dream Forest to join the dwarves. I hope you don't let me wait too long. There are no beautiful women there. I guess once I meet the dwarves, my cigar... will not be left."

Helen chuckled softly, "General von Hell is the end of the heroes, and now you are starting to play the end of the heroes. The people sent to the Principality of Butani have not yet returned, and we have not found a good entry point. For the time being, we still have to hold on in Baptister."

"The Lord will not live better than us!" Jady patted her shoulder and said to everyone: "Okay, everyone will go back and rest. From tomorrow, we will probably become a spectator from performers. When will we reappear on the stage, we must see the news from Butani."

The rooftop became quiet, and in the end, only Picasso and Salice were left.

The hazy moonlight shone on Salist's simple and delicate face, making her look very charming. Looking at the beauty under the moon, it was actually getting more and more colorful, but what Salist's most perfect is her figure, which can't be seen clearly under the night.

"It was just an accident to meet him. But now, he seems to have really become our hope. But do you think he will succeed?" Picasso did not show a stupid look, but asked his sister thoughtfully.

Salice turned her head, her shiny eyes were like stars in the sky: "Brother, at least he has his goals and plans for action, and we have nothing. Why not follow him and continue to walk? Perhaps, he will really create a miracle, just like our great ancestors..."

Picasso stared at her, then suddenly covered his lips and coughed twice, "Well... it seems to be a little bit...reasonable. Well, this is business, let's do what you said for the time being. In addition, cough cough, you won't really fall in love with him, right?"

"Why not?" Salice tilted his head and smiled mischievously: "He is excellent, isn't he?"

"Because he has a lot of money?"

"Yeah, I don't deny that this is a reason." Salist smiled, his white teeth shining under the moonlight, and his red lips and jade teeth, and his style became more and more eye-catching.

"You can use fire when trying gold, you can use gold when trying women, and you can use women when trying men. The women around him are very outstanding. Why can he not be outstanding? Even if I am blind, I believe in the eyes of Helen, Lea and the little fox girl. Think about it, when will I not grab good things?"

"That's true!" Picasso also smiled: "I hope you can grab it, sister."

"I think that's fine," Salist said confidently: "As a man, the more he is, the better. Our father only has one wife, but how many women does he have? At least my mother and your mother are not the same. Men, hum!"

"Well! That's not the case, I'm actually very dedicated to love."

"Save this to your woman, you are very dedicated to every woman." Salice chuckled softly, stepped a little, used a flying technique, floated down to the balcony like clouds, and walked lightly into the room.

"A woman who loves to show off!" Brother Picasso whispered, then twisted his body, and he did not walk on the steps, but stepped in the air and jumped down.

"Ouch!" Picasso, a dog, ate shit and fell heavily to the ground.

"Damn it, stinky girl, you're going to hurt me!" Picasso wailed, there was a thin layer of ice on the ground, and as soon as he fell, he fell a big shot.
Chapter completed!