"Your Majesty, esteemed lords, Lord Lampard, Lord Drogba, and Lord Pierce have led their troops into the Twenty Mile Camp and are marching towards the main camp. They ordered me to come ahead and report to Your Majesty." The soldier knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and reported loudly.
"Oh? Hahaha, good, excellent! This is just like speaking of the Cao Cao and Cao Cao appears!" Sun Fei was overjoyed. He stood up from the stone seat, flicked his cloak, and laughed loudly, "Everyone, follow me out to greet Uncle Lampard. My Chambord army has regrouped. Once the Martial Combat Competition begins, I will give those who are waiting to see Chambord City make a fool of itself a good beating!"
Everyone was overjoyed and followed Sun Fei outside the tent.
" Fernando, who is Cao Cao?" As they walked out of the camp with His Majesty the King, the Bootlicker Oleg sidled up to Torres and whispered, "Is there a guy named Cao Cao in Lord Lampard's entourage?"
"Maybe!" Torres wasn't sure either.
"Oh, what a strange name!"
After a long journey, Lampard, along with Drogba and Heng and Ha Generals Pierce, led fifty Urban Management and twenty-five Saint, finally arriving at the Twenty Mile Subordinate State-Owned District.
The reason they were almost two days later than expected was because they encountered a heavy snowfall while crossing the Moro Mountains. The snow, up to fifty centimeters thick, blocked the mountains, making the already rugged and steep mountain paths even more dangerous. The Moro Mountains are steep, and after the heavy snow, they became an insurmountable barrier. Even though the Chambord group were quite strong, they were still stuck at the foot of the mountain for almost a full day and a half. Only after the snow on the mountain path had solidified slightly did they dare to climb the mountain and cross the Moro Mountains, which resembled an icy world.
Just like when Sun Fei and the others first arrived at the Moro Pass, Lampard was also shocked by what he saw when he appeared at the pass.
The magnificent city, towering magic towers, the black towers of eleven Knights' Hall, and the Saint Petersburg city walls like a mountain range... all these incredible sights were like something out of a myth to the 'country bumpkins' who came from the remote and impoverished Chambord City. Lampard had a little-known history and had seen some things, so his behavior was relatively normal. However, the [ Heng and Ha Generals ] and the other seventy-five soldiers were like Granny Liu seeing the Grand View Garden, their mouths agape, not knowing what to say.
"Only His Majesty Alexander is worthy to rule such a great city!" Drogba opened his mouth, and finally blurted out this shocking and treasonous statement.
Pierce's expression changed drastically, and he quickly covered Drogba's mouth.
Lampard's expression shifted, and he finally turned and scolded, " Didier, watch your big mouth. If you say such things in the camp twenty miles down there and it gets out, do you know how much trouble that will cause His Majesty?"
The burly man grinned and chuckled, nodding hurriedly.
Although this hammer-wielding man is always jovial, Lampard is the sworn brother of the former King and was once the number one fighter in Chambord. Although he has now been demoted to the second-best fighter, the current number one fighter, His Majesty the King, still holds Lampard in high esteem. This means that although Lampard has never held a real official position in Kingdom of Chambord, his status is very high. No matter how much of a scoundrel the [ Heng and Ha Generals ] are, they dare not act frivolously in front of Lampard.
After descending the Moro Pass along a slightly smoother and flatter mountain road, the group soon arrived at the edge of the Twenty Mile Camp.
"Halt! Who goes there? Dismount!" The perimeter of the 20-mile-long annexed state-run area was heavily guarded. Upon seeing Lampard and his group arrive, Imperial soldiers immediately issued a warning from afar.
Hundreds of imperial soldiers quickly assembled.
With less than four days until the start of the Martial Combat Competition, and the fact that unexcused absence from the Martial Combat Competition would be considered treason by the Empire, all 250 vassal states have arrived. Today's dramatic turn of events, with the assassination of numerous important figures from the Empire's powerful families following the duel, makes Lampard and his party's arrival highly suspicious. Before clarifying their intentions, the Imperial soldiers dared not be negligent and surrounded them as if facing a formidable enemy.
Seeing this atmosphere, Lampard was slightly surprised and gestured for everyone to dismount.
"They must all be remnants of the assassins, arrest them all..." Suddenly, an officer-like figure among the soldiers noticed the level four magical Crimson Flame Beast riding Lampard and the others, as well as their strange and powerful armor. A thought flashed through his mind, and he was overcome with greed. He shouted and ordered his soldiers to move forward and capture them all.
This has happened many times today; the capture of assassins has become an excuse for officers and soldiers to extort money.
The empire is now so corrupt that it has reached its very core, a fact that many people take for granted.
"Wait, there must be some misunderstanding. We are not assassins; we are military personnel from an affiliated country participating in Martial Combat Competition," Lampard quickly explained.
But the leading officer wouldn't listen to any of that. Ignoring everything, he loudly urged his soldiers, shouting, "Leave no one alive! Arrest them all! Confiscate their weapons and mounts! Anyone who dares to resist, kill them on the spot, dead or alive!"
Upon hearing their commander's order, the soldiers understood its meaning. A forest of Long Spear and gleaming swords surrounded Lampard and his men from all sides, slowly closing in with sinister grins.
Lampard frowned.
He had already discerned something from the atmosphere around him and the officers' eyes, and his mind raced as he began to devise a plan to escape.
"How dare you?" The two Heng and Ha Generals their stubbornness, suddenly became angry. Pierce glared and shouted, "We are truly people from a vassal state who have come to participate in the Imperial Martial Combat Competition. Who are you? Why are you acting like bandits? How dare you arrest people without even asking us?"
The officer merely looked at the crowd with disdain, sneered without saying a word, and loudly urged the imperial soldiers to quickly tie them up.
"I dare you!" Drogba roared.
He reached down and pulled the massive axe from his saddle, straddling it horizontally. A dangerous aura emanated from him, causing the approaching imperial soldiers, who were grinning menacingly, to pause and hesitate, glancing hesitantly at their officer. This burly man, from some unknown vassal state, certainly looked ferocious. Putting everything else aside, the axe in his hand, resembling a city gate, must have weighed at least six or seven hundred pounds, yet he wielded it as if it were a mere straw. What kind of divine strength did he possess?
"Hmph, you dare to resist?" the officer sneered. "These are extraordinary times. The three main military legions of the Empire have hundreds of thousands of armored soldiers firmly surrounding the twenty-mile camp. You few fools dare to raise weapons against Imperial soldiers? Hmph, I'm waiting for you to make the first move. Then, hehe, with a single order from the Military Department, even your King will be tied to the stake in the Knights' Hall and executed!"
Lampard frowned upon hearing this, then turned and shook his head at the crowd.
They weren't afraid of the Imperial Main Battle Legion, but they worried that if they really caused trouble, it would put Sun Fei in a difficult position. Even worse, it could cast a shadow over Chambord City's upcoming martial arts competition. In their view, His King had been working diligently lately, hoping to achieve a resounding victory in this Martial Combat Competition and bring greater benefits to Chambord City. Therefore, they absolutely couldn't let their recklessness ruin His Majesty's plans.
"Put down your weapons and let them tie you up!" Lampard made his decision.
The Heng and Ha Generals snorted angrily, then hung their giant axes back on the saddle of the Crimson Flame Beast. The Urban Management and the Saint had no choice but to lay down their weapons. Seeing this, the Imperial soldiers swarmed forward, like wolves eyeing a flock of sheep, binding everyone together. Any resistance was met with punches and kicks. The group in Chambord endured it all. Each of them told themselves that for His Majesty the King, they were willing to die, so what was this little humiliation?
The officer watched all this with a cold laugh, walked over, and slapped Drogba hard across the face, sneering, "You big, stupid pig, weren't you so arrogant just now? Now look at you! Heh heh, you'll regret this later... Men, strip all their armor off!"
The imperial soldiers rushed forward eagerly, and the armor worn by the Chambord crew was indeed something to behold and envied.
"Stop! You bandits! A bunch of bandits! This armor was personally bestowed upon us by His Majesty King of Chambord Alexander. Even if you kill me, you won't take it from me..."
Drogba couldn't hold back any longer, nor could the other Urban Management and Saint. Since donning this armor, they had almost never removed it during their journey, cherishing it as if it were their own life, constantly polishing and maintaining it. Each of them had sworn to wear this armor and win Glory for His King in the Martial Combat Competition. How could they tolerate these lowly soldiers stealing their armor?
"Hahaha, fine, then I'll beat you to death... What kind of bullshit armor bestowed by King of Chambord? Bah!" The leading officer laughed triumphantly, but he quickly noticed the surrounding Imperial soldiers staring at him with terrified expressions, as if they'd seen a ghost. In an instant, a flash of lightning struck his mind, and he thought of that terrifying and insane being. He stared wide-eyed Earth Inquiry, "What? Who just said that? What King of Chambord? Could it be... King of Chambord Alexander?"
The officer was stunned into silence.
A chill ran from his tailbone all the way to the top of his head, and instantly, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Third update, complete.
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