People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 568 How can a good friend escape from the battlefield?

On the walls of Londinium, teams of Sarkaz soldiers kept patrolling back and forth.

Mixed in with the soldiers was a group of Sarkaz dressed in mercenary uniforms.

These Sarkaz from all corners of the earth responded to the call of the 'King' and rushed to Londinium to fight for the future of the Sarkaz.

But at this moment, these Sarkaz have no jobs.

The reason is that there are other people responsible for the work.

"Hurry up, don't think about being lazy, and don't think about doing anything tricky."

A Sarkaz soldier shouted, "Don't force us to hang lazy guys on the walls of Londinium."

The defenders of Londinium, who were shouted at by the Sarkaz soldiers, lowered their heads with grim expressions, and hurriedly quickened their pace to continue transporting supplies.

There was also a group of Sarkaz surrounding the huge cannon on the city wall, carefully observing how the city defense soldiers operated. When they encountered something they didn't know how to do, they would scold them loudly and order them to demonstrate it again.

These cannons were arranged on the city walls, forming an impregnable line of defense. They were originally the basis for Londinium to be known as the city that would never fall, but now they have become the first line of defense for the Sarkaz.

"How is the progress of mastering the city defense artillery?"

A deep and rich male voice came from behind the Sarkaz team.

When the Sarkaz heard this voice, they quickly turned around and saluted the newcomer:

"Reporting to General Manfred, it will only take a few months for us to complete the commissioning of the city defense artillery and completely control it in our own hands."

Manfred was wearing a black light armor, with a cloak fluttering gently in the wind behind him. Under his natural golden curly hair, his red eyes revealed a hint of majesty.

At first glance, his aura is somewhat similar to Tracy's, but lacks some depth and is not as domineering as Tracy's.

Even so, it was enough to prevent ordinary Sarkaz who faced him from doing anything rash.

Manfred glanced at the Sarkaz in front of him and frowned.

Those Sarkaz didn't even dare to breathe.

"Too slow." Manfred said without any lecturing tone, "Now that Qi Yan has entered the field, the situation is not optimistic. He is likely to have ill intentions towards the Sarkaz. We must act quickly."

"This……"

The Sarkaz soldiers all felt a little uneasy.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Manfred was obviously not a dictatorial person. He saw that the Sarkaz soldier had something to say, so he took the initiative to ask.

"General, I want to ask, even if we take control of the city defense cannon, can it really deal with Qi Yan?"

The Sarkaz soldier hesitated and said, "The main gun of the city defense artillery has the firepower to penetrate the hull of a high-speed battleship, and even the secondary gun can easily defeat a regular army, but... that's Qi Yan."

Manfred's red eyes drooped slightly.

But soon, he regained his momentum and said confidently:

“You don’t need to worry about these things, His Highness will take care of them.

I am urging you to act, not to ask you to deal with Qi Yan. Your enemies are the dukes who are eyeing you covetously after Qi Yan caused the turmoil. "

In order to prevent these ordinary Sarkaz from being demoralized by Qi Yan, Manfred added calmly:

"The armies of the royal courts will arrive soon."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Sarkaz were instantly shocked.

At this moment, a soldier hurried over from a distance and reported to Manfred:

"The commander of Shenchi suddenly came to ask to see the general. How should we deal with it?"

"Bring her over to me."

"Yes!"

After watching the soldiers leave, Manfred immediately turned to a Sarkaz beside him and ordered: "Go and report this to His Highness Teresis immediately, and be quick!"

"Ah... yes!"

The soldier took the order, turned around and ran away.

Manfred looked at his receding figure, suddenly sighed, and whispered to himself:

"There are still too few technical talents in the Sarkaz. Many communications have to be transmitted by running..."

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, the education level of the Sarkaz is only at the level of prenatal education."

A teasing voice came from behind Manfred.

The burgundy-haired mercenary walked over step by step. Compared with his unkempt appearance in Qie City, he was now not only wearing a set of exquisite armor, but his face was also obviously well-groomed, losing his rough appearance and becoming a bit of a pretty boy.

Only his left eye was covered with a black eye patch, proving that his real experience was not easy.

"Hedley, if you have too much free time, you can go and take care of your mercenaries." Manfred said sarcastically.

Although his tone was not very good, there was no sign of anger on Manfred's face.

"You also said that they are mercenaries, not regular troops." Hedley walked to where Manfred stood shoulder to shoulder and stopped, "Assign them tasks, and they will be happy to carry them out, but if we really require them to follow military discipline, their efficiency will actually decrease."

Manfred snorted and stopped arguing with Hedley.

Hedley was silent for a moment, then took the initiative to speak:

"The commander of Shenchi is not a smart person. Her previous actions can prove it, but you seem to be very wary of her today."

"...She may not have come here alone today." Manfred took a deep breath, as if to prepare himself mentally.

Hedley frowned, thinking about what Manfred meant by this.

Before he could come up with a solution, he saw Mandra being led up to the stairs of the city wall by the Sarkaz soldiers.

Next to Mandela was a follower dressed as an ordinary soldier from Shenchi.

"I'm going back to manage the mercenaries first."

Hedley turned and left.

Snapped--

Manfred raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, holding Hedley firmly with considerable force: "You stay."

Hedley: “…”

While the two were arguing, Mandela had already walked up to them angrily.

"Let me see Tracy!"

With someone's support, Mandela rose up on the spot and spoke arrogantly.

Manfred glanced at Mandela, and then fixed his eyes on the Deep Pool soldier beside her.

Qi Yan adjusted his mask and waved enthusiastically:

"Good morning, both of you. Have you eaten? If not..."

"have eaten!"

Manfred nodded immediately: "I wonder how I should address you, Your Excellency?"

"Call me political commissar!" Qi Yan said in a loud voice.

"...Okay, Mr. Political Commissar." Manfred readily agreed. "What advice do you two have for me today?"

The main theme of this wave is gentleness and friendliness.

Mandela's eyes widened, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Demon, what medicine did you take wrong today?" Mandela said in shock, "You didn't have this attitude last time... Oops!"

Before she could finish her words, Qi Yan hit her with a knife. She covered her head, squatted down, and screamed in pain.

"Sorry, my cat is a little silly. I'm sorry to bother you two."

Qi Yan smiled and said, "I came here today on the instructions of my leader to sign the Sarkaz Deep Pool Family Peace Treaty with the Sarkaz, aiming for both sides to coexist harmoniously, each taking what they need, and working together to create a better Terra."

"Your...leader."

Manfred didn't know how to react for a moment.