November 11, 1379, Medland Glory Calendar.

The northwest of the Delun Empire, the middle section of the Lanyin Corridor, and the strategic key Langya Castle in the Principality of Canglang.

From south to north, two or three miles apart, three hexagram castles lined up in a row, and the city walls made of huge rocks have collapsed countless times. Black smoke columns circling up to the sky under the strong wind, dyeing the gray clouds in the low altitude with a layer of black edges.

On the land outside the basin, wooden stakes and barbed wire fell all over the ground in a mess, with bullet craters of all sizes everywhere. There were at least nearly 20,000 soldiers of the Canglang Principality wearing gray-white sheepskin coats and holding old-style mesh guns.

In the sky, several falcons raised by generals of the Principality of the Crow Wolf were hovering in the thick clouds, and they burst into sad cry from time to time.

On the collapsed wall of the castle, the flag of the Principality of Canglang was smashed to pieces, hanging softly on the broken bricks and tiles like garbage.

In the bastion, a large group of soldiers from the Principality of Canglang were kneeling on the ground, looking in horror at the soldiers of the Delun Empire who were fully armed, holding cigarettes in their mouths, chatting and laughing loudly.

The cold wind whistled, and there were moans and cries everywhere in the three bastions.

Teams of Imperial soldiers were shuttled through the bastion. They opened the doors of warehouses and happily counted the supplies in the warehouse.

He is nearly seven feet tall and tall, with his muscles bulging like steel bars. His muscles are clearly angular like a knife and axe chopping, looking extremely strong. The tough Gorkin sat on a collapsed city wall, revealing his upper body, grinning and looking down at the movements in the castle.

Two medical soldiers were busy treating Gorkin's wounds.

There was a piercing sword wound on Gorkin's left shoulder; he was stabbed in his chest, and the wound penetrated his pectoralis muscle more than an inch; there was also a short scimitar embedded in his right abdomen, and blood was constantly flowing out along the tiny blood grooves at the edge of the blade.

A conscript held his breath and carefully observed the location of the scimitar for a while, then gritted his teeth, grabbed the hilt and pulled it out hard.

'laugh'!

A stream of blood spurted out.

The muscles on Gorkin's face twitched, and then he tightened his abdominal muscles hard. The two-inch-wide blade muscles contracted, locking the nearby blood vessels, and the blood flow rate suddenly slowed down.

The conscript hurriedly treated the wound with medicine and wrapped the bandage covered with hemostatic powder tightly on Gorkin.

"Mom... so shameless. Two fifth-levels against me and a small lieutenant colonel..." Gorkin cursed in pain: "If I hadn't had a few skills to save my life... Hiss..."

On the battlefield that had just calmed down, the dark gray uniform became the main color.

A large group of Imperial Army soldiers searched on the battlefield. They collected the bodies of their colleagues who died in battle and treated their injured and fell to the ground. They even piled up the bodies of the killed soldiers of the Canglang Principality. Later, as long as they poured tinctures on them and fire, they could clean up the bodies.

After breaking the Wolf Tooth Castle, there is a smooth road to the west. The key points of the heartland of the Canglang Principality are completely exposed to the minions of the Imperial Army.

Two military judges came up with a group of military police. The military judge held a dark gray cover in his hand and asked Gorkin in detail about his experience in killing two fifth-level Cang Wolf Knights in the last battle.

After the record was completed, Gorkin reviewed the records of the military judge, dipped his fingers in the ink paste, and pressed his handprints heavily on the military merit book.

The Canglang Knight, the absolute elite of the Canglang Duchy, has a status in the Canglang Duchy, comparable to the Hydra Secret Guard of the Dren Empire. Killing two Canglang Knights in the last battle was a great military achievement.

In addition, the army under Gorkin was one of the first three teams that broke the city during the battle to break through Wolf Tooth Castle, which was another extremely powerful military achievement.

"Tsk, I'm almost the same as the colonel, right?" Gorkin pulled his finger, calculated in his heart for a while, and then laughed happily: "Hey, hey, the twenty-five-year-old colonel... Hiss, war is such a good thing."

A long horn sounded.

Gorkin issued a loud order, and his soldiers gathered from all directions, lined up in neat rows, heading towards the camp several miles away to the east.

The soldiers in torn clothes and covered in blood were gasping for breath, and the soldiers who came to the rear, washed their uniforms and were energetic.

The soldiers greeted each other, cheered each other up, threw cigarettes and small wine pots at each other.

The soldiers who had just fought back to the camp, with a hot bath and a sumptuous meal waiting for them; while the rotation soldiers crossed the three bastions and headed towards a town with hundreds of thousands of residents twenty miles west.

The army of the Delun Empire was like a sophisticated war machine, operating in an orderly manner, continuing to bring huge pressure to the Principality of Canglang.

'call out'!

A sharp jet of steam came from the air, and the huge bodies of three airships, which were thousands of feet long, smashed the dark clouds at high altitude, and slowly fell towards the camp.

There were hundreds of feet from the ground, and a figure jumped out from the pod of the airship in the middle, drew an arc, and landed heavily in the direction of the camp command.

Gorkin had just wiped his body with hot water, changed into a clean uniform, and was about to enjoy a delicious meal when a colonel adjutant of the command headquarters rushed over and hooked his finger at him with an unhappy look: "Hey, Gorkin, you damn rich young master... Please, can you bring good things from home in the future?

"Bastard, those good guys made me drool... The generals said that they will come to you for dinner in the next three days!" The strong colonel spitted on the ground in dissatisfaction, and rubbed his big nose that was red by the cold wind.

Gorkin looked at him blankly: "Ah, damn, I haven't written a letter home recently... Has anyone brought me something?"

Gorkin, confused, followed the colonel to the baggage battalion on the side of the command center and saw a pile of goods like a hill that had just been unloaded from the airship.

Top rum, top cheese, top coffee, top tea, top bulk tobacco, top finished cigars, and even top sugar cubes... and sausage made with good black-skinned pork, bacon marinated with a lot of spices, smoked fish, smoked duck, smoked goose...

The supplies sent were so abundant that they were even enough for thousands of people to use for several months.

A group of Gorkin's colleagues had already heard of the news and gathered here, looking at the oak barrels and cedar cigar boxes with green eyes.

"Gorkin, strangely, these things were sent from the imperial capital..." A colonel from the baggage battalion swallowed.

"Did the sonnet you wrote touched a certain noble lady in the imperial capital?" A young lieutenant colonel looked at Gorkin with a smile.

"Oh...Dear Gorkin...I have received your letter last time. Think about you fighting in the cold Lanyin Corridor...I specially gave you a little gift." Another young major was so weird that he screamed loudly, imitating the woman's voice.

A group of young officers burst into laughter.

Gorkin laughed and scolded, then took the letter handed over by a military police officer and sent them with the supplies.

The envelope has been opened, and it is obvious that the military police and even the military intelligence officers have reviewed the content of the letter.

Gorkin opened the envelope, and it was messy, like the ugly handwriting scratched out of the chicken's claws, and it brutally hit his sight.

Gorkin looked at the letter in amazement, and he raised his head and murmured, "Joe, you guy, have you robbed the Royal Bank of the Empire? Just your pocket money and your usual stingy temperament, how could you send me so many good things?"

"Ah, you must have been trying to get angry with me on purpose... Bastard... Why did you get so many good things?"

"Hey, why did you run from Tulum Port to the imperial capital? Hessen and Riya, how can you feel at ease to let you leave Tulum Port?" Gorkin looked at the letter with a little dizzy head.

When he wrote this letter, Qiao had not yet opened up his spiritual sea... His mind was still confused at that time and his IQ was still not high. The content he wrote in the letter was also mixed with various indecent content of laughter, scolding, and making jokes.

So much so that Gorkin could not get any useful information through this letter.

Anyway, Qiao suddenly broke out, and then suddenly remembered his poor brother who was fighting in the Lanyin Corridor. Then he was impulsive and purchased a large number of luxury-level materials, spending huge transportation costs, and sent it from the imperial capital by airship all the way through the rapid transportation channels of the army.

"Boy!" Gorkin smiled and read the letter from beginning to end: "I haven't seen you for several years... What did you do when you go to the imperial capital?"

From the sky, there was another sharp sound of steam ejection.

A miniature airship with a length of only more than fifty feet, a slender shape and smooth lines landed rapidly from a high altitude.

Gorkin and the officers around him looked up at the miniature airship - this style of airship, which was specially used in the Imperial Army to convey important documents and important information.

The speed of the miniature airship is several times that of the three giant transport airships before.

However, generally speaking, there is no extremely important thing, and this type of special airship will not be dispatched at all.

Not long after, a court clerk, accompanied by a few court knights, came to Gorkin with a lieutenant general from the army under Gorkin.

"Gorkin Rong Weitu?" The court clerk looked up and down at the face of confusion, and handed him a scroll wrapped in dark gray ribbons to him: "This is an invitation letter personally issued by His Excellency Merlin, Minister of the Royal Court Affairs, to invite you to attend the court dinner held at the Hydra Palace this year, which is your entitlement ceremony."

Gorkin subconsciously opened his mouth wide: "I? Awarded? Have you made a mistake?"

The officers on the side all held their breath and stared blankly at the serious-looking palace clerk.

"No, of course there is no mistake." The court clerk showed a gentle smile: "Please make all preparations... You will be awarded the title of Earl of the Empire, and at the same time, you will receive a medal that matches your title and merits!"
Chapter completed!