It's just morning. The sun hasn't come out yet. The faint clouds seemed to be gathering. Occasionally, the roar leads to a slight roar, this year's weather is particularly strange, I don't know if it is the sequelae caused by the heavy snowstorm, the spring rainstorm has lasted until the end of April, which undoubtedly makes the celebration of the April hunting season has not yet begun, it was first covered with a layer of water, many aristocratic boys and girls who have carefully prepared for the hunting season for two months, are very disgusted by this strange weather, because in such weather.

A freshly wiped bowstring will loosen easily due to moisture, and rainstorms will wash away the scent left by the prey, making it impossible for even the most sensitive hounds to pursue, and most of the prey will not be able to hide deeply.

The whole forest will not have anything but empty tree poles and unbearable mud.

The last week of April is the beginning of the hunting season, and as the time progresses, such complaints grow, with a black carriage marching through the wide plains of the southern suburbs of Kyoto, with no much decoration on the body, only a distinctive coat of arms embroidered on the doors and the back baffle, and two winged lions holding a golden crown on a pedestal formed by two knights' spears.

A pair of slightly contemplative eyes were staring at the field in the distance in a daze, and the wheat field began to sprout, and the green was like a soft carpet, and the clear array of fields was divided into pieces.

The black earth was like being covered by a giant knife.

Cut neatly like a cake, this is the result of the farmers loosening the soil for the fields according to the "Cultivation Decree" issued by Samoor, a group of people gathered on the embankment in the distance, a wide canal extends from the edge of the river, and the rushing water of the Satsuma Kuri River is led by the canal into the surrounding fields, docile like a little sheep, "Your Excellency Marquis of Samachi, these are new measures imposed by the southern Samar after the occupation of this place, and all farmers must abide by them!"

Baron Nazaran, the head of the garrison in Kyoto, pointed to the distant scenery, and then to the water diversion channel that caught the attention of Samach on the other side, "That, too, after the southern Samar occupied this place last year, all the troops and peasants were mobilized. It took a winter to clear land and build aqueducts along the river, and there were at least a thousand medium-sized aqueducts in the south, almost every village, and special instructors were sent to take charge of the farming affairs of the region. "Oh, every village has it?" Baron Nazaran's words touched the nerves of the Marquis of Samach, the envoy of the Ryerdian opposite. In addition to the Ministry of Affairs sending him as a special envoy to carry out the orders of the Ministry of Military Affairs, the Marquis of Samach also had a unique task, that is, to gather intelligence about the Vicchians, and the defeat at the Battle of Deherim caused a shock to the top of the Miurdian leadership, although Deherim was only a peripheral province in the west, but the defeat of the Sixth and Eighth Knights forced the Miurdians to take a cautious look at their eastern neighbors. It was very dark, Marquis Samach looked up at the black rain clouds accumulating in the distance, put down the curtain in his hand with a gloomy face, and looked cautiously at Baron Nasran, the head of Kyoto in In'erdian, and squeezed out a deep breath from his nose, and said in a low voice, "Do you know what my mission is to come to Vikia this time?" Nasalan shook his head with a puzzled face and said, "I just received a notice from the Ministry of Military Affairs, saying that you are coming to Crysdor, and ask me to fully cooperate with you!" "Hehe, Boshun is still so good-looking." Marquis Samache smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and in front of the puzzled Nasaran, he put a secret document covered with the seal of the Ministry of King ** on the table of the carriage, and Marquis Samaki pointed to the secret letter with a strange face, "This is the mission sent by the Ministry of Military Affairs this time. As my assistant, you are entitled to know the contents of this secret document!" Nasalan hesitantly picked up the secret letter, slowly spread it out with his hand, and immediately his eyes bulged and Nasalan gasped. His face turned pale, and the letter in his hand fell on the table. With a look of disbelief on his face, he said, "How is it possible, how is this possible!Why should we cede de Cherim!What about our legions, our army?""It's over, it's all over! The Sixth and Eighth Knights were all destroyed, Lord Appleton was killed in battle, and Lord Eck, the General Affairs Officer of the South, was captured! Lord Talmezi, the head of the Eighth Knights, surrendered. There is no extra army left in the whole south to punish these robbers!" Marquis Samache shook his head helplessly, put away the letter on the table, his eyes flashed with pain, and he picked up this heavy secret document in his hand, and Samache had a feeling of being burned by the fire. It came from the heart, this was the first time in the year that Miao Erdian had cut the ground, and the weight of it could be imagined, "What? How could this be!", little Nasaland's face was dull, he had been staying in Kyoto, it was the first time he had heard of this situation, but he still did not give up on killing our other armies. Aren't the second, fourth, and fifth cavalry regiments in the south? What about them? Are they also defeated?" the Marquis of Samaki looked up at the agitated Nazaran, and said in an affirmative voice, "You must have heard that the kingdom is fighting against the Rads in the south!" The situation of the war is not very good for us, most of the southern army that the kingdom has mobilized is now empty not only in the south, but also in the entire center, and in Dehrim, the Vicchians have gathered 100,000 elite troops, if they continue to advance, our main army on the front line will have to choose to retreat, and the entire defense line of the Satu promenade will collapse, and His Majesty the King has taken this into account "The choice made painfully!" It was totally worth it to trade a remote fringe province for the security of the kingdom and the victory of the Satu corridor!"

"Doesn't it mean that the Third Knights have cut off the food base of the Rods, but the Rods who have lost their supplies will soon be defeated! We are about to win. Nasalan waved his words to the Marquis of Samach with an excited expression, and asked repeatedly, "Why do you still cede Decherim, are we still afraid of a small country like Vekia?" "Baron Nazaland, please note the disrespect of your words to His Majesty the King!" the Marquis of Samaqi's face was slightly angry, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. The agitated Nasalan in front of him was the same as his expression when he received this order, it was a anger that had forgotten the difference of identity, and it was as irrepressible as a volcanic eruption. This feeling that he also had a hateful coward, a fool Boshuen! Samach secretly scolded the Minister of War who sent him a mission, and the corners of his mouth were bitter, at that time, this was how Boshun scolded himself, but he didn't expect that now it was his turn to do so! Samach wanted to say to Nasharan, who was agitated in front of him, that it was we who were cut off from support now, not the Bads, but considering Nasara's excited behavior just now, he had to swallow the words that came to his mouth. Nasalan was stunned by this reprimand, and then he realized that he had just said something that he shouldn't have said, his face was flushed, and after a while, he calmed down the feelings in his heart, sat back in his seat with an embarrassed expression, and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Lord Marquis Samaqi, I was excited just now, my subordinates were too out of shape!" Samadchi waved his hand to Nazalan, for Nazaland's gaffe just now, Samach naturally couldn't really investigate, and said in a low voice, "Let's talk about the situation in Vekia, this is very important for our mission" Nasalan saw that the Marquis of Samach did not pursue his intentions, and said with a long sigh of relief, "The current situation in Vikia is very delicate, since the rise of the south, the whole of Kyoto has been under the threat of the south!" Nasalan straightened the messy corners of his clothes and continued, "The Kugit War of the year before last disrupted the domestic pattern of Vikia, according to the original plan, the northern Stian family we supported should become the most powerful force in Vikia in the war, and finally replace the current royal family of Vekia, but the southern Samore" Samore?." Samach snapped Nassalan's words, and continued, "Let's tell us about Samore, to be honest, I'm also interested in Samar, who can defeat our Miyordian army, from the withdrawal of coalition forces from the Satu Corridor to the capture of Dehrim, this small lord who only belongs to the south of Vekia, has done too many things to surprise us. "Your Excellency mean Samar is fat?" Nasalan had a strange face, about this legend of Vecchia, Nassalan this outsider has heard this name from countless people, he is wise. Brave, fearless, invincible. He is stupid and cautious, his behavior is vulgar, and he has no manners at all, this is an extreme, people who love him, call him the god of war of Vekia, and there are many people who hate him, Samar Fat Man, who has the title of slandering Yuyan, that is, Nasalan brought to Kyoto by these people has never been to Zhivadin, let alone seen Samar Fat Man himself, and Nasalan doesn't know how to answer various versions of the outside world, so he can only rely on what most people in Kyoto know. Several major events from the rise of Samol to the defeat of the Kyoto private army were introduced, and after listening to Nasara's introduction. Samache fell silent for a long time, and the carriage shook suddenly, "My lord, Claisdo has arrived." The coachman's voice came from the front, and there was a sliding sound of Toyowa stopping outside, and the Kyoto city guard looked curiously at the coat of arms on the carriage door, no one knew that this coat of arms belonged to which family, the captain of the city guard looked carefully at the crown in the lion's hand, the crown is the highest level of coat of arms, and only the royal family is qualified to use it in Vicchia, is it ...... The captain of the city guard shuddered, and hurriedly ran forward, bent down to the people in the carriage and asked, "May I ask Your Excellency?"