Hail the King Chapter 395

Chapter 395: The Situation Is Worse Than Antic.i.p.ated (Part One)

"General, I think we should go and see Mr. Alexander now. Don't you think you are crossing the boundary?"

Soroyov sneered as an impatient expression appeared on his face.

"Crossing the boundary?" Drogba sneered back, "Yuck! Cross your mama!" Drogba pointed at Soroyov's noise and questioned in a tone that Fei liked to use, "King Alexander is the No.1 Commander of Jax Battle Zone, and he was appointed by both Emperor Ya.s.sin His Majesty and the Military Headquarter! Every single soldier in Dual-Flags City is a subordinate of King Alexander! I'm helping his majesty's subordinates to find justice! Where did I cross the line?"

"Enough! General, pay attention to your words! You are facing a level 2 n.o.ble of the empire! His status is not lower compared to that King Alexander you are referring to," a n.o.bleman stood out and argued for the mayor.

Drogba picked his ears and said, "What? What did you say? Are you comparing this fat pig to King Alexander? I can bet you all the money I have that even hemorrhoid on His Majesty's a.s.s is 10,000 times better than this disgusting fat pig!"

"I need to correct you, Drogba," Pierce who had a serious expression suddenly said, "I don't think there is hemorrhoid on His Majesty's bottom. Are you trying to smear His Majesty's image?"

Drogba couldn't come up with a comeback to that.

"You……"

"You guys are too reckless!"

"Guards, arrest these two ignorant b.a.s.t.a.r.ds! We will bring them to Alexander and get our justice!"

The n.o.bles started to draw out their swords as they shouted angrily. The mocking coming from these two strongmen had offended their pitiful pride, and their guards looked at each other and hesitated a little before they charged at the two strongmen.

"Hey, Pierce, it is your showtime," Drogba raised his chin.

"d.a.m.n, why do I have to do this all the time?" [White-Haired Fast Sword] Pierce was also influenced by the way Fei talked. After he complained a little and stepped forward, he punched out rapidly. His fists made a series of booming noises with the air, and all the guards were knocked away like punching bags before they could react.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

These 50 guards didn't even last 30 seconds, and they were now all whining as they rolled on the ground.

If the guard captain of the mayor who got kicked away by Drogba prior was included, then none of the guards could stand up.

The n.o.bles who showed their viciousness a moment ago by drawing their swords were dumbfounded. Their swords didn't completely leave the scabbards yet, and it felt like their swords were glued onto the scabbards.

"G.o.d! How can this dumb-looking man be so strong?" they thought.

"This…… he is a Star-level Warrior? From the look of it, he didn't even use much of his strength; he is capable of more…… is he really a soldier under the command of the king of Chambord?" even Soroyov who was sly and calculative started to tremble in fear.

He found out shockingly that he still underestimated the king of Chambord.

Before, he still wanted to play around with this new No.1 Commander and wanted to see if he could get back the control; after all, he heard that this new No.1 Commander was young, and young people tend to make mistakes. But now, the cruel reality slapped this sly n.o.ble in the face and told him how ridiculous his plan was; he couldn't even deal with two of the king of Chambord's generals.

"It is ok. He is fit, and he is not in life-threatening danger. However, he lost a hand; not sure if the mages with us could put it back for him……" Drogba inspected that pale and tall soldier who got his right hand cut off; this soldier had fainted due to the loss of blood. After inspection, Drogba calmed down a little and said, "Hey, you guys, find a stretcher and bring him to the healing facility that was set up in the camp of [Wolf Teeth Legion]; the doctors and the mages in the legion will treat him. Also, in the name of King Alexander, he will be rewarded with 20 gold coins for his bravery."

Chapter 395: The Situation Is Worse Than Antic.i.p.ated (Part Two)

Soon, the soldiers found a stretcher and took that fainted soldier away.

"Ok, we have wasted enough time. Now we need to hurry up!" Pierce patted the shoulder of that young soldier and smiled as he said, "Bring your peers with you. Let's all go to King Alexander His Majesty and report everything that had happened. His Majesty will determine the appropriate rewards and punishments."

This young man nodded in excitement and perturbance.

"Let's go, Mr. Mayor! Do you want us to drag you to His Majesty?"

Under the threats of Pierce and Drogba, Soroyov and the n.o.bles followed them and walked towards the west gate with their heads down as if they were chickens that lost the chicken fight.

Fei sat under the watchtower on the west side of the defense wall and listened to the reports from the commanders from various defense locations; these commanders were reporting on how many enemies they killed and how many casualties they suffered.

After doing some basic calculations, more than 4,000 soldiers in Dual-Flags City were killed or severely injured today, and the herald brigade of [Wolf Teeth Legion] suffered 513 casualties…… this level of casualties was far worse than Fei's expectation.

The number of Zenit soldiers Dual-Flags City had was fixed, but the enemies could get more reinforcements.

If this situation didn't change, it would be a miracle for Dual-Flags City to last ten days. Even if the rest of [Wolf Teeth Legion] got here, the reinforcement would only contain 34,000 soldiers. It seemed a little impossible for Dual-Flags City to last through the winter.

The situation was worse than antic.i.p.ated!

"Pa.s.s my order! The 30 Saint Seiyas shall patrol around the defense wall and monitor the enemies. All other soldiers shall rest and eat! We need to get ready to fend off the enemies in their next siege."

Fei didn't show any anxiousness and worries on his face; he appeared confident. This allowed the commanders around him to be more confident as well.

"Sir, Mayor Soroyov, and the n.o.bles are here," a soldier came over and reported.

"Bring them over," Fei waved his hand casually as he said.

"As you wish."

Soon, Soroyov and a dozen more n.o.bles appeared under the lead of Pierce and Drogba; they look very uncomfortable. Behind them, there were their guards; these guards could only endure the pain Pierce's fists brought to them as they didn't dare to make a sound.

Right now, Soroyov and the n.o.bles were very worried.

Even though they agreed that they would fight against the king of Chambord and would lay low and be patient for now, what happened earlier completely destroyed their courage to rebel. These two subordinates of the king of Chambord could wipe out all of them; patience couldn't do anything to dominating strength.

Too weak!

Way too weak!

This was the phrase they liked to use when describing the civilians, and they felt like it described them for the first time as well. Finally, these high-up n.o.bles got to experience what it was like to be powerless.

Currently, Soroyov didn't even know what att.i.tude he should have when greeting this young opponent of his.

After walking on the defense wall and being stared at by the soldiers of [Wolf Teeth Legion] with caution for a while, they finally arrived at the watchtower on the west gate.

They met the king of Chambord who have brought fear to them for the whole day.

They were surprised that the madman who they cursed in their minds every second was so young. The face of the king told them that he was not yet 20 years old. Although these n.o.bles knew that this No.1 Commander of Jax Battle Zone was quite young, they were still shocked by how young he looked.

However, the presence and aura this young man had didn't allow the n.o.bles to underestimate him.

Soroyov who was walking at the very front was shocked; his pupils contracted instantly.

When he looked at this young man who was thinking about something, he sensed something special. When he wasn't this fat and when he was still a young n.o.ble knight who had dreams and ambitions, he sensed something similar on another person; however, that was 26 years ago.

After sensing this special aura, his last bit of hope and courage disappeared.

The only thing that held him from kneeling down was his pride as a level 2 n.o.ble of Zenit.

The cold wind blew by, and the two flags on the watchtower made a series of noises as they fluttered.

One of the flags was golden with the image of a sharp curly blade on it; it looked quite majestic. It was the Royal Flag of Jax that Emperor Ya.s.sin got after he conquered the Capital of Jax - Amsterdam. This flag had been hanging here for the last 26 years; it represented the glory of Zenit, and it also reminded the people of Jax that they were once conquered.

This flag represented shame in the eyes of the people of Jax, and it was stabbed into their hearts like a thorn.