Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Chapter 1155 Disarming Friendly Forces

"Electra!"

Hearing his name, the young man sitting in the second seat on the left stood up immediately and said, "Captain, please give me your orders."

Kyle crossed his arms, looked up at the young man, and asked, "If I transfer all four Soul Intention Level Judgment Knights supported by the Corps Logistics Department to you, how long will it take you to destroy the enemy forces under the pit in Yanyu Town?"

"Three hours."

The young man thought for a moment and gave his answer.

Hearing this answer, everyone present showed more or less surprise on their faces.

"I'll give you five hours." Kyle was silent for a moment, then said, "Complete the mission, and I'll recommend you to the Marshal as the deputy commander of the 25th Legion."

Hearing this, the young man's eyes became sharp, and he said firmly: "Captain, if I don't destroy Yanyu Town within five hours, I will resign from all military positions and lead your horse."

"I'm waiting for your good news."

"Subordinates retire."

The young man bowed his head and saluted, then turned and left the hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

Upon seeing this, several other senior officers of the Third Army stood up and saluted, then followed the young man out of the hall.

"Moret."

"Legion Commander."

The middle-aged knight sitting in the first seat on the left stood up and saluted.

"Have your men take full control of the Melsa Fortress, and then disarm all the troops of the 3rd Army of the 35th Legion of the 12th Corps. Imprison all officers and soldiers."

"During this process, if anyone resists, they will be killed without mercy."

"Yes, legion commander."

Moret answered loudly, and then led his men into the hall.

Although he was confused about the legion commander's order, he did not question it.

After spending a few months together, he was already impressed by this young man who was nearly three hundred years younger than him.

"Ashburne."

Ashburn stood up and saluted, "Captain of the Legion."

"Select 300 warriors with firm faith from your army, whose strength should be no less than silver level, and assemble at the City Lord's Mansion at 3 o'clock in the morning."

"Yes, Commander." Ashborn accepted the order.

After Ashburn led the generals of the Second Army away, Kyle looked at the empty hall of the City Lord's Mansion, closed his eyes, and released his perception.

According to his perception, with the City Lord's Mansion as the center, half of the Melsa Fortress was under his control.

In the northern part of Melsa Fortress, at the temporary command center of the 3rd Army of the 35th Corps of the 12th Corps, Monlisa sat in the main seat, still feeling frightened when she recalled that look.

"They are only one level apart, but their strengths are like a chasm between heaven and earth."

Clench your fists, then unclench them.

"General, something happened."

Looking up at the solemn-looking adjutant, Meng Lisa felt a little uneasy, but remained calm on the surface and asked, "What's the matter?"

"General, the 25th Legion is taking over the defense of the fortress."

"If they want to take over, then just do it. Why are they in such a panic?"

"General, they have closed all the gates and pointed the magic crystal cannons at the city. The directions they are aiming at are all the barracks and armories of the Third Army of our Thirty-fifth Legion."

"How is this possible?" Meng Lisa stood up suddenly and said in disbelief, "What are they going to do? Are they going to destroy us?"

"General, what should we do now?"

"Let's go to the City Lord's Mansion and ask for an explanation from Corps Commander Kyle."

After saying that, Monlisa grabbed the knight's sword on her right and walked out of the headquarters.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I heard messy footsteps.

In less than a moment, hundreds of silver-armored guards armed with magic bows and crossbows surrounded like a tide from two directions, with their bows drawn and arrows flashing with cold light, aiming directly at the gate of the headquarters of the Third Army of the 35th Legion.

At the same time, the guards of the 3rd Army Command of the 35th Legion rushed out of the gate under the order of the officers, quickly lined up in a row, put up shields mixed with refined gold, and protected Monlisa behind them.

Meng Lisa looked at the silver-armored guards who were pointing their bows and arrows at her, with an angry look on her face. She asked, "What are you going to do?"

A mid-level soul warrior walked out of the queue with a cold look in his eyes and an irresistible sense of oppression. He looked at the furious Monlisa and said in a calm tone: "General Monlisa, please stay calm and stay here."

"calm?"

Hearing this, Meng Lisa was so angry that she laughed, and her laughter was full of ridicule and anger. She pointed at the other party and cursed loudly: "What are you doing? You surrounded the headquarters of the friendly forces and asked me, the commander, to stay here."

"This is the order of the legion commander. If you dare to resist." The soul-minded mid-level warrior drew out his sword, the blade flashing with cold light, his tone suddenly sank, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "I don't care if you live or die."

"I am the commander of the Third Army of the Thirty-fifth Corps of the Twelfth Corps. My direct superior is Commander Eric. You have no right to give orders, let alone imprison me." Mon Lisa suppressed her inner anger and said in a cold voice.

"My order is to keep an eye on you. As for who your immediate superior is, or whether he has the power to imprison you, these have nothing to do with me."

Monlisa looked at the other party who ignored her and felt so angry that her chest ached. She put her hand on the hilt of the knight's sword, but before she pulled it out, she suddenly felt a great pressure coming at her. A pair of cold eyes were staring at her.

Feeling this familiar power, Monlisa's confidence that had been built up with great difficulty was shattered. She slowly loosened her right hand from the hilt of the knight's sword and ordered, "Go back."

Hearing this incredible order, the adjutant looked a little stunned, but out of his military ability, he chose to execute the order and ordered the guard troops to retreat to the headquarters.

Looking at Monlisa who was put back into the command center, the expression of the intermediate soul warrior did not change at all. He put the sword back into the scabbard, then put his hands behind his back and stared at the entire command center of the Third Army of the Thirty-fifth Legion.

In the Melsa Fortress, in just less than three hours, the entire 35th Legion's 3rd Army of more than 16,000 people were all disarmed, chained, and detained in barracks.

Although they felt humiliated at being treated like this by their own forces, their resistance seemed meaningless in the face of these elite fighters.

On the main avenue of Melsa Fortress, more than a hundred auxiliary soldiers carried buckets to wash away the blood on the street, and at the same time collected the identity plates that fell into the drainage ditches and handed them over to the leading officers.

"General."

The officer in charge of the auxiliary troops saw Moret and bowed to salute.

Moret sniffed the bloody smell in the air, picked up the identity plate on the wooden table, wiped the blood off it, looked at the words on it, and whispered silently: "Alva, Belfas, mid-level warrior apprentice, second-class combat soldier."