Nearly half a month of underground travel has cut them off from this real world, and there is always the same darkness and caves in front of them, so much so that after they drill out of a cave, they look at the deep night outside and don't realize that they have come to the ground, and the bright starry sky is revealed between the steep mountain walls of a hundred meters above their heads.

In the end, the first to react was Miledi, who stood on top of a large rock in the middle of the road, stretched out his arms to feel the cold touch of the cold night breeze blowing through his body, exhaled a breath from his lungs, and stood still.

The people who were mechanically following him soon stopped, looked at their surroundings, and stood there silently.

Soon, the first cry rang out, then the second, then the third.

Bruce had never felt such a small patch of sky so beautiful and fascinated him, and Chris who was with him hugged a small tree peeking out of a crack in the rock, greedily sniffing at the fresh smell of the dried leaves.

These iron-blooded men who had never trembled in the face of the thousands of troops of the steppe people were now sour and shed tears for a pine cone that fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the darkness of the night concealed their ugliness, otherwise they might have drawn their swords and killed themselves in shame when they returned to normal.

Following the rope around his waist, Bruce began to count the bearded men tied together, red, black, white, cheeky, horned, or with long faces, all sorts of filthy beards.

A full 45 beards, Bruce muttered vaguely, except for the warrior who had a broken leg and quietly ended his life in one night in order not to drag down his comrades, and the whole ten days of cave travel made them lose three brothers again.

Bruce remembers very well that the first one accidentally fell into the dark river, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the rushing water without a trace.

So they all tied ropes and connected to each other.

The second was ten days ago, driven to lose his mind by the never-ending darkness and envelopment, suddenly yelling and slashing at whatever living things around him.

Bruce and the others tied his hands and feet, but when it came time to camp, they found that he had bitten off the base of his tongue and was unable to breathe.

The third, the third he couldn't remember how to go, and the people around him didn't have an impression, but the rope tied to his body didn't know when it was loosened, and the rope head was intact.

All Bruce remembers was a recruit who had only joined the army this year, and his father was a music teacher in Perfume Town.

The lad was very shy and talked very little, except for a little sentimentality, and was an excellent soldier.

In this way, Bruce and Miledy, with the other 43 beards, walked along the narrow gap in a northwesterly direction.

Although they passed a huge cave on the way, none of them wanted to enter it, but chose the path that seemed more difficult, even if they did not know what the end of the road was.

This time, though, their steps were much firmer.

Philip had returned to his unit when the sun had just peeked out from the top of the mountain, and he had contacted Chand through Tieyan Pass the previous night, and ordered all his men to rush to the designated place to join him.

After a full day of repairs and supplies, most of his troops had recovered their combat strength.

Among them, the absolute main force is 2,300 men in the 1st Maga Regiment, 3300 in the 2nd and 3rd Maga Regiments, 750 Imperial soldiers led by Johnson, and the personal guards.

Murphy's troops were sent back by him to help with treatment and supplies, and the number of troops in battle shrank to 60,000.

The total number of troops reached 70,000.

Philip was particularly pleasantly surprised by the addition of an elite force of Murphy in chain mail and half-body armor, at least 5,000 men.

Murphy triumphantly told him that these were all materials found from the secret warehouses of several large Lunbo camps, and although the styles were a little old, the defense capability had risen a huge step.

This has to be thanks to the sense of distress that the Lunbo people always exchange their excess money for material storage, and it is ironic that this is also thanks to the merchants and nobles in the Wardsmann Empire who have long colluded with the Lunbo people.

However, in any case, with these people as the main force of the battle, the battle loss rate of the Lubo Legion can obviously be greatly reduced.

Before everyone could be surprised why they had turned into two legendary unicorns after a walk, Philip, who had fallen from the sky, gave his first order, and the whole army raided the eastern front camp of the steppe people.

The aim was to free the 100,000 people who had been imprisoned.

Now Daxun Mingge will definitely personally supervise the battle on the front line of the New Red Moon Pass, and all the main forces are also there.

In theory, there are only a few left-behind generals left in the camp, and the number will not be too many, even if there is a guard from the Axun regiment, Philip is confident that he will fight hard.

By noon, they were already approaching less than 20 kilometers from the assembly point of the Eastern Front, and from here their whereabouts were discovered by the steppe people.

However, the imaginary scout war did not come, but countless birds and all kinds of small beasts that did not need to hibernate swooped down on them, hindering their every step of progress.

There are no big animals, maybe they are all eaten as military food by the grassland people.

I think that after the war, the animal resources of this mountain will be reduced by a large number, and it will take a long time to recuperate.

One of the biggest headaches were the big ants, each the size of a fist, with red carapaces spraying acid water that sparkled on the skin like fire, almost breaking the deer herd of the Maga Regiment.

I don't know how they survived in such cold weather.

Fortunately, as the people of the mountains, the people of Lunbo knew these little things very well, and lit some dead grass and quickly smoked them away.

Unfortunately, there was one thing Philip guessed wrong, and it couldn't have been more wrong.

When they arrived at the steppe people's eastern front camp, it was already in ruins, and there was not a single living thing.

It literally, there is not a single living creature, all the densely packed valleys are corpses, some of the corpses of the steppe people, and more of them are the corpses of the slaves of the Lunbo tribe.

At this moment when the decisive battle was approaching, the steppe people killed all the Rubo people, a full 100,000 people.

All the women were unclothed, and it was clear that they had been insulted before they died, and all of them, men and women, young and old, were skinny.

In the valley where they were supposed to be imprisoned, there was a large bloodstain that almost merged into a small river, surrounded by countless trampled red footprints and scattered pieces of flesh.

It is not difficult to see that there was a tragic revolt here, but it was ruthlessly suppressed.

It was evident from the corpses that were described as withered that the steppe people had not given enough food to these people for a long time, and that they themselves could not even eat enough, let alone waste food on slaves.

So when they decided to fight the last battle, after driving these slaves to make the last batch of siege engines, they killed the killers.

The Imperial GIs were silent, the female warriors of the Maga Regiment were in tears, Philip was standing beyond the valley, stunned by what he saw, and Murphy and the warriors of the Rampo tribe were furious.

They had never had a racial conception to see such a horrific scene, and for the first time they felt so angry because of their own blood, the anger that could burn everything, and the sorrow.

Even if Philip didn't give the order, they spontaneously clenched the weapons in their hands and ran in the direction of Red Moon Pass, they wanted revenge and made those steppe wolf cowards pay the price of blood.

It is only a few tens of kilometers, and it will take less than two hours to arrive.

Philip didn't stop it, he had no reason to stop it.

Murphy didn't stop it, he didn't dare to stop it, not to mention that he was also very angry, out of the ground angry.

The whole team marched towards the north in silence, and for the first time the army was so neat.

At this moment, a young man from the Alpine Ward tribe in the guards suddenly let out a "huh", and then ran to the top of a dirt slope, lying on the dirt and listening to something.

Everyone stopped, watching his strange behavior.

The next second, he jumped up and shouted with his hands dancing: "There is something down there, it seems to be the voice of a child." ”

Everyone's hearts were suddenly raised, and dozens of big men dug up with broadswords and axes in their hands.

It didn't take long for more and more children's cries to be heard as the first crisp cries sounded.

The entrance to the cave grew larger and larger, and as soon as the warrior who was the first to go in and take a look, he was hit in the head by a stone.

However, the stone was not big, and he was wearing a helmet and was not injured.

Murphy also ran over with a dozen of his cronies, and shouted a few times in the local dialect of the Lunbo tribe with hope.

At that moment, the cry in the cave became louder and louder, and a little boy with reddish skin poked his head out, holding a wooden stick tightly in his hand, and the expression on his little face was vicious, but he couldn't hide a trace of fear in his eyes, grinning at the Ward warriors.

When he saw Murphy and the others, he shouted and went back into the hole.

Then he came out again, this time throwing down the stick in his hand and rushing into Murphy's arms, crying and crying.

More and more children came out, all of them frightened, but none of them were injured, and they didn't look as yellow and thin as the corpses lying in the valley.

There were boys and girls, the oldest was eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest was only four or five years old, and there were more than three hundred.

Philip obviously saw the figure of the child in the sea of corpses and blood, indicating that the children in front of him were carefully selected.

No matter how old you are, you will occupy space, and no matter how young you are, you will not have the possibility of surviving in this wild mountain.

The entrance to the cave was not large, so it was dug into the small hillside and hidden by the visual blind spot brought by a boulder.

The surface is a layer of rags of cloth spliced together, blocking the collapse of the earth and stones, and there are wooden strips of support underneath, and there are ventilated holes in the withered grass.

Although the space is not large, it can accommodate more than 300 children, and the only surviving 300 children out of 100,000 people.

No one knows how they managed to quietly dig such a large hole in the ground without any iron tools and under the surveillance of the steppe people.

But they succeeded, they kept their seeds, and they left the hope of living to these children.

At this moment, whether it is Philip or Chand, no one accuses the Lubo people of having no family affection and no bottom line, they are all flesh and blood people with feelings and feelings, living people, like all other intelligent races.

The children were well hidden, and at such a young age they had been trained by the cruelty of life to know how to survive, and if it weren't for a very small girl who cried out in fright at the sound of beast hooves rumbling on the ground, I am afraid that she would not have been discovered by the awakened warrior.

But now, these 300-odd children are Murphy's treasure and everyone's treasure.

The children were passed around in their hands, and everyone wanted to see them with their own eyes and hold these treasures with their own hands.

They pulled out their own dry food, dried meat and water, stuffed them into the children's arms, and smiled happily as they gobbled up.

Not only the female warriors of the Maga Regiment, but even many Ward soldiers shed tears and watched the warm scene in front of them with heart.

But what surprised Philip even more was that the last person to come out of the cave was an adult.

A woman, a Ward woman.

The woman's name is Wenma, she is in her twenties, she has a striking scar on her forehead, and she has been trafficked here since she was a child.

Because of his disfigurement, he didn't sell it, so he stayed in the stockade.

Although there are scars, they are not ugly, and they don't have much impression of their hometown, just like Yun'er back then.

There was only one reason why she could be left in the cave.

These dead Rubos hope that if the Wardsmann Empire finally wins, it can be seen in her blood and give these children a way to live.

If the steppe people win, then there is no need to talk about everything, and it is left to fate.

The touching scene lasted for half an hour, and Philip gave the order to advance the entire army.

The children were left in the care of the nurses led by Natasha, and many of them developed fevers after being relaxed due to hunger, cold, and fright, and Afu is treating them one by one.

Philip sat on his horse and was surprised to find that the morale of the whole team had never been so high, higher than that of the angry army just now, especially the warriors of the Rimbo tribe, which had been completely changed.

From this moment on, they may still be a rabble, but they know what they are fighting for, and the power of protection is stronger than anger.

As if Philip's arrival had been expected for a long time, the steppe people set up a dense array of iron barrels ten kilometers before the Red Moon Pass.

The narrow terrain allowed round after round of attacks to fail, and both sides suffered casualties.

But no matter how Philip tried, the steppe people on the other side were indifferent, and learned the tricks of the Waldersmann, piling up more than a dozen rows of rejecting horses in front of the position, and also picking up wooden shields made of tree trunks in their hands.

Although such a huge wooden shield requires the cooperation of two steppe people to lift, it is not very convenient, although such a wooden shield cannot defend against the fierce javelins of the female warriors of the Maga Regiment, but it is more than enough to defend against bows and arrows.

After the javelins of the Maga regiment girls were consumed, they only lost less than 20,000 troops, and it seemed that the thick formation had not changed at all.

Philip felt a little bit of the helplessness of the steppe people when attacking the Red Moon Pass, and was also amazed by the old way of choosing the site when the checkpoint was established, which gave him a more intuitive and profound understanding of the topography of the battlefield, and also understood why the Red Moon Pass could stand for so long under such a round of attacks.

If you want to pass, you can only pass through the passage in front of you, which is more than a kilometer wide, and the further you go, the tighter it becomes, except for crushing the past with hard power, there is no skill at all.

The slopes and hills on both sides could not be attacked, and the south side had already been dug out of a four- or five-meter-high cliff, which could not be quickly rushed up unless engineering equipment was used.

Murphy had already asked for a few times, and the warriors of the Ryu Bo tribe had been thoroughly enraged, and they couldn't wait to drink the blood of these steppe executioners.

Philip knew that he could not force it indefinitely, and if he continued to decline, and if he delayed any longer, he was afraid that it would have a devastating effect on the morale of these soldiers.

But things were different from what he had imagined, and without the replenishment of these hundreds of thousands of people, the strength in Murphy's hands could no longer withstand serious attrition.

If the casualties are too great, it will be very detrimental to his control of this place in the future.

However, Philip quickly got rid of this entanglement, and any hesitation and foresight is not a good thing for a front-line commander, and there is often no solution to the best of both worlds in this world.

So he decided to give it a go, completely let go of all the shackles that bound him before, no casualties, no fire, only the victory in front of him and the safety of the new Red Moon Pass are the most important.

"Change the rocket, I'll go to the New Red Moon Pass and order something. He gave the order.

Before he could calm Miss Natalie and say goodbye, he heard a horn from the east to call the police.

There was nothing to the east, except for the endless mountains and valleys, and it seemed that there should be no enemy, unless the steppe people on the eastern front came over the mountains.

Obviously, this is not a funny joke, and it is no less difficult to implement than to open up the mountain pass.

He hurriedly rode Arthur eastward, where the Lunbo people were on standby.

Bruce cautiously poked his head out of the valley, looking at the scene in front of him in a daze.

Walking along the crack to the end, it turned out to be a crack in the middle of the mountain, down to a steep rock wall nearly 100 meters high, unless they could fly, or there was a long enough rope, they had to go back the way they came.

Naturally, they won't, but fortunately, they have ropes, and after being tied together, they can go down enough.

But the problem is that as soon as he emerges, he is spotted by the densely packed military array below, and then it is the rain of arrows that force him back into the crack.

Are they steppe people? How did they end up here?

Bruce couldn't figure out that after trekking nearly a thousand kilometers southwest in a dark cave, he had fallen into the trap of the steppe people again.

But if it weren't for the steppe people, then who would be these red-skinned savages with neat military appearances, leather armor, and scimitars in their hands.

The only suspicion was how their mount could be such a huge lizard, and there were too few of them.

Before he could discuss his countermeasures with Miledi, he heard a thunderous hiss in the air, startling him.

It was a unicorn's voice, and Bruce, who had grown up in the barracks almost since he was a child, couldn't get it wrong, so he was even more confused.

He cautiously poked his head out and shielded his entire body to see what was going on.

The next moment, his shield almost fell off the hanging wall, and the boss with his mouth open, his eyes wide as he looked at the figure in the air who was smiling at him.

Philip, his handsome, clever and cunning cousin, and the unicorn suspended in mid-air with its huge fleshy wings flapping beneath him.

Uh, silver unicorn, pale red eyes seem to be full of some kind of tsundere and disdain.

At this moment, Bruce felt that he must still be asleep in the semi-underground cavern, or accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms, otherwise how could he reasonably explain so many unbelievable hallucinations.

At that moment, he heard the handsome young man with his long white-blond hair flowing through the air speak, "Bruce, my cousin, where do you not meet in life?" ”

That's right, it's him, Bruce finally confirmed that he wasn't dreaming, this kind of fanbang slang with a weird tone, except for the cousin who didn't have a good brain since he was a child, he himself couldn't imagine it even if he dreamed.

This is the third time Philip has seen his cousin Bruce since he officially joined the Lion Division, the first time at the annual New Year's reception at Lion Castle, and the last time when he stood on the stage for a distant cousin of the Snape family running for city council in a neighboring city.

The first impression of the brothers after a long absence, was not good, and Bruce felt that his cousin's appearance was a bit burnt, especially when he got on Arthur's horse and put his arms around Philip's waist, which confirmed this.

Philip felt that his cousin was even uglier, and his unmanaged beard like a tropical rainforest reminded him of the imported TV series "The Brave Lion" that he had glimpsed when he was a child in his previous life.

Although he was too young to understand at the time, the ugly hairy lion face brought him countless nightmares, and after seeing Bruce today, the long-term memories found in the corners became exceptionally clear.

At the moment when the brothers embraced, Philip was stunned by the smell of Bruce's body, which almost made him vomit on the spot.

After clearing up the misunderstanding, Philip arranged for someone to take the remaining 44 bearded men and provide them with food and water.

Seeing them gobbling up tears, I couldn't help but think of those children not long ago.

"It's great to see you're alive. Philip and Chris also hugged tightly, this is indeed a foreign acquaintance, but he didn't know how the other brothers were doing now, he didn't have time to ask.

Chris is still bald, as if he has used permanent hair removal because of the delicate color, but unfortunately he has not shaved for more than half a month, so his head now looks like a large bird egg wrapped in pink feathers, which is very weird.