Hail the King Chapter 394

Chapter 394: Do You Think We Are Idiots? (Part One)

"They are subordinates of the king of Chambord?"

The soldiers on the defense wall cheered a little as if they saw hope.

However, the expressions on the faces of the n.o.blemen and their guards got awkward. They all lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at Pierce and Drogba in the eyes. They were shouting and scolding the two strongmen a second ago, but they didn't dare to do anything now.

They all knew about how the messenger of the mayor got turned into meat paste on the defense wall and how the young n.o.blemen who caused trouble at the gate of the military camp were executed. All of that happened because the mayor wanted to test the limit of the new No.1 Commander, and now the n.o.bles knew that they shouldn't test him; right now, these n.o.bles didn't dare to do or say anything to these two messengers of the king of Chambord. At the moment, they all wished that the devil-like No.1 Commander won't target them.

Soroyov was shocked as well.

The fact that the king of Chambord wanted to see him terrified him, and the teasing expressions on the faces of these two strongmen made him mad, but he couldn't do anything. If anyone else called him a fat pig to his face, he could have ordered his guards to chop them into meat paste. But now…… he didn't dare to do anything to the subordinates of the king of Chambord.

"Since Mr. Alexander wants to see me, I will go there now," Soroyov said with a red face; he tried hard and successfully suppressed his anger. He turned around and waved at the other n.o.bles as he said, "This is a great opportunity, let's all go and visit the new No.1 Commander!"

"Mr. Mayor, these three……" the guard with the b.l.o.o.d.y ax in his hand asked with a quiet voice.

"Arrest them for now! I will deal with them when I come back," Soroyov said as he stared at that guard viciously, and that guard immediately called over some of his peers and was about to drag away these three poor soldiers.

"Wait," Drogba saw this scene and frowned.

He asked, "Why are these three wearing the uniform of Zenit? Wait? They also have wounds on their bodies…… Are they soldiers of Jax? Why are they being punished this severely?"

"Huh…… they three are trying to spread bad rumors and are trying to get the soldiers to commit treason. As a result, the mayor ordered this punishment," that guard of the mayor rolled his eyes and came up with an explanation.

"Huh? Trying to make the other soldiers commit treason? They should be killed!" Drogba nodded and said.

Soroyov sighed in relief, and his guard also wiped the sweat off his forehead secretly.

"Thank G.o.d these two muscular men are dumb! Otherwise, I couldn't have fooled them this easily," this guard thought.

"No! That is not true! We didn't do that! We are wronged! Sir, please!……" that young soldier who got in trouble protecting the corpse of his older brother shouted in desperation.

"Shut up!" that guard shouted.

"Shut up!" Drogba shouted at the young soldier as well. After a moment of pause, he stared at that poor soldier viciously and added, "You are only a low-cla.s.s soldier! It is not the place for you to talk!"

The young soldier was stunned.

All the hope he had was gone. He thought that these two strongmen who were the subordinates of the king of Chambord were his saviors, but he didn't expect them to act the same as the n.o.bles of Dual-Flags City. From the look of it, it seems like these two strongmen didn't want to fight against the mayor as well. A bitter smile appeared on this young soldier's face.

"Haha! Hahahahaha!"

After seeing this tragic scene, the pale and tall soldier who got his right hand chopped off started to laugh. Although he was laughing, tears appeared in his eyes. Everyone could hear the desperation and the irony in the laugh, and they all knew that the pain he was suffering psychologically was much stronger than the pain he was suffering physically.

All the soldiers around the area got touched, and their eyes all became red and teary.

None of them expected this outcome; they all thought that they were being saved.

However, the fat Soroyov's face changed color. He squinted his tiny eyes and thought, "Maybe the king of Chambord isn't that hard to deal with after all. At least, these two of his subordinates aren't on the side of the low-cla.s.s soldiers."

He believed that he made an exciting discovery.

"Hey, you. Yeah, you! Come here, tell me how these three soldiers pa.s.sed around rumors and tried to get the other soldiers to commit treason," Drogba said to a guard as he gestured him to come over; he still had that bright smile on his face.

Chapter 394: Do You Think We Are Idiots? (Part Two)

"Yeah…… Sir, it went like this. Earlier…… These three low-cla.s.s cowards were afraid of death and hid when the enemies came and attacked. After the enemies retreated, they jumped out and started to spread false rumors. They said that Dual-Flags City would be conquered eventually, and they encourage the soldiers to ditch the city and escape……" that guard walked over and started to tell Drogba all about the crimes these three soldiers committed.

"Really?" a cold smile gradually appeared on Drogba's face.

"Of course! I swear using the honor of a warrior! Everything I said is true!" this guard pointed at the sky and swore.

Drogba got really close to this guard and asked with a confused expression, "Hey, so I look like an idiot to you?"

"Ah? Idiot? Oh, no, no, no…… How? You looked magnificent and powerful……" this guard quickly replied with a flattery smile.

As he wanted to flatter Drogba even more, Drogba's expression suddenly froze.

Before anyone could react, this strongman showed his huge hand and slapped this defenseless guard forcefully. This guard got slapped so hard that his body circled around and around, and his silver helmet fell down the defense wall.

"Yuck! Since you know what I'm not dumb, how dare you try to fool me?" Drogba shouted as he slapped this guard again. This time, this slap knocked this guard onto the ground.

After this was done, Drogba was still not going to stop. He kicked this guard away, and he rushed over and saved the young soldier from the hands of the guards of the mayor. He pointed at the wounds on this young soldier's body and shouted at the n.o.bles and their guards, "Open your fu*king eyes! What is this? These are the wounds left by the blades of Jax! He is a brave warrior who protected Dual-Flags City! Do you think I'm blind? You think I can't even spot these basic injuries? How can a warrior like this hide during battle and try to commit treason?"

The desperation in this young soldier's eyes turned into confusion and surprise.

All the soldiers around here who lowered their heads looked up at this moment; with surprise in their eyes, it seemed like they knew what was going on.

Drogba glanced at these soldiers who all had injuries on their bodies and shouted, "Tell me! You guys tell me! Did this young man try to get you guys to ditch the city and escape?"

After a brief moment of silence, a soldier answered with a quiet voice, "No……."

After that, a few more soldiers said no.

Drogba got really angry. He grabbed onto the hand of this young soldier and asked ferociously, "Look into your own hearts! Tell me! This young man who trusted you guys, this young man who blocked the weapons of the enemies for you guys, this young man who fought alongside you guys…… did he try to get you guys to escape?"

This series of questions sounded by all the soldiers' ears like thunder, and these questions ignited all the anger inside of them.

"No! Sir! He didn't! He didn't! He didn't!" all the soldiers looked up at Drogba and shouted.

As if a volcano was erupting for the first time in 1,000 years, these shouts sounded in unison and soared into the sky. The aura coming off of these soldiers changed the atmosphere, and it felt like their shouts deafened the n.o.bles and their guards and broke their souls.

Soroyov, the n.o.bles, and their guards were shocked.

"You guys tell me! Should he be punished?" Drogba asked loudly again.

"No! No! No! No! No!" the soldiers answered him in unison again; this time, they didn't hesitate to shout out their answers.

Drogba patted the shoulder of this young soldier who was in a state of excitement and said, "Warrior, why are you guys being punished? Do you dare to tell me everything?"

"Sir, I do!" the young soldier shouted without hesitation.

Except for Drogba and Pierce, everyone else here knew what happened. But when this young soldier shouted out what happened with his hoa.r.s.e voice, every single soldier here was touched. Even though this young soldier was not fluent in his speech, they felt ashamed for staying silent before. It seemed like a fire was burning in every single soldier's mind, and these fires of anger could destroy anything.

"Enough! Shut up!" Soroyov shouted and interrupted the young soldier.

The fat mayor had an ominous feeling; he couldn't take it any longer. He felt like his dignity and honor of being a level 2 n.o.ble was being severely challenged; it was unbearable!