A bright sun shone on the green walls of Achmoor, where the smell of spring was so evident, and small flowers of all colors, peeking out of the gaps in the huge stones of the city walls, some blooming golden, some climbing up the walls with small stems, and small yellow flowers hanging among the green leaves

If it weren't for the huge pits on the city walls that have not yet been repaired and the black-colored siege vehicle wreckage that collapsed under the city, no one would have associated this city bathed in * light and vibrant, and the brutal tug-of-war that took place in the north a few months ago, it was centered on the city, a great strangulation between the two northern powers around the hegemony of the north, the smoke of the war has disappeared with the cold winter, and the dark red blood stains are also deeply hidden under the vines of the city wall in front of them.

The only thing that catches your eye is this city like a huge picture screen, the city walls that wind into a square, and under the golden sunlight in the distance, the whole city is like a bright pearl dotted among the pale green meadows, so that all those who see it for the first time must let out a sigh from the heart

The Wecchian army withdrawn from Tulga, like a long black line, suddenly appeared in the sky in the distance, countless black war horses and soldier armor, reflected in the wind fluttering under the falcon battle flag,

"Long live, it's our battle flag"

After a moment of vigilance, as the scouts sent back the news, the cheers of the whole day resounded over the city of Achmore, and countless heads poked out of the city walls,

This was the Eighth Banner Regiment stationed at Achmor, and they looked with infinite enthusiasm at the battle flags fluttering on the top of the hills in the distance, and the Falcon banners in the distance took the lead, and the cavalry behind them let out a roar, and swept through the wide area, like a group of black goshawks with light sharpness across the sky,

The armor on the cavalry's body shone with a palpitating cold light in the sunlight, like a dazzling wave rolling forward layer by layer, making anyone who saw it feel enthusiastic, this is the military soul of the Vekia army, where the falcon battle flag is, always accompanied by the light of victory

The Kugit people in the city were very nervous about these fierce cavalry, and the relationship between Kugit and Vikia was not harmonious, and before Vekia rose, the Kugit cavalry set off a shocking slaughter in Vikia

This is the style of the Kujits, killing is the best way to destroy the enemy's productivity and weaken the enemy's strength, so the places where the Kugit cavalry passes, often corpses are all over the field, and rivers of blood flow.

The Kugit people all looked at these sudden Vikia black armor soldiers with stunned and horrified eyes, they never thought that the southwestern effect, which has always been weak, would one day plant its flag on the northern mainland, only two years ago.

Ever since the Vikchian army took over Achmore, the Kujits, fearing retaliatory massacres in Vicchia, have moved out of the roaded villages and taken refuge in the most remote and roadless places

From a distance, they watched the battle banner of the Wiki army rush to the west as if a gust of wind was blowing. They were used to seeing the Kugit cavalry and ironclad archers rolling in torrents.

The Vecchian cavalry generally advanced very fast, because the armor was only partially thickened, so the sound of horses' hooves was very soft, and it was an endless plain, and there was no better place for galloping horses than here,...,

Even in the northern part of Ryerdian, there is no such good plain wilderness, which can give full play to the power of cavalry, so the horses of the Vecchian army have spread their horses' hooves, like dancing elves, stretching their heroic posture in this wilderness.

The most important influence on the Kugit was the way the Wiki cavalry moved, often in groups of twelve, all on horseback as they ran

But the riders were not allowed to rotate, and even if they could, they could only take turns leading the horses in front of them, with a few hours of rest.

I don't know the details of the people who think that the cavalry is very beautiful, coming and going on horseback, galloping like the wind, it is simply the most chic person in the world

Only by being in the middle of it can you deeply understand the pain of the cavalry, and when the infantry marches to the camp, they can fall asleep until the rest time is over, and they can continue to drive after putting away their knapsacks.

The cavalry can't do it at all, and they have to take care of their horses during the rest time, and when the two horses are almost done, the rest time is about the same.

Anyway, the war horses are gregarious, as long as there is no earth accident, they will not leave the big team, and they can sleep with peace of mind.

The roads of the steppe were so flat, and the horses were so steady that it was most comfortable to sleep, and only a very small number of cavalrymen who were in charge of guarding would look at the surrounding fields vigilantly.

For hundreds of years, no army from the south has been able to successfully set foot on this land. Even the Ryordian people, a powerful country on the mainland, have only expanded here in the last 20 years, and this is the result of decades of bloody fighting.

Now, this history has been rewritten by the Wecchian army, they not only set foot on this land, but also have a lot of signs of stationing on this land for a long time, look at the expressions of those Kugit people, you know that they have lost confidence in the current Tulga royal court, the battle that just ended in the Green Corridor has shown that the royal court is no longer capable of continuing to protect their lives and property.

Perhaps, this can only be done by flying the falcon battle flag

"This is the Falcon Battle Banner that defeated the 60,000-strong army of the royal court on the left side of the Green Corridor" On a dark battlement in Achmore, an old Kugit man with a white felt hat on his head,

He held the cold battlements in his hand, and was looking at the rapidly approaching battle flag in the distance with a complicated gaze,

The old man was in his early fifties, tall and thin like an old osprey, with a tanned and blackened face, a short gray beard but particularly spiritual, a pair of deep-set eyes but particularly bright, he exposed his right arm outside his robe, and carved a flying falcon with a blue tattoo, the eagle's beak was hooked like a knife, bringing people a hideous sense of impact

"Yes, I heard that this battle flag was under lightning at that time, but the Immortal Heaven let it fall on our military flag, and the whole army was demoralized before the war began."

Beside the old man, a middle-aged Kugit shook his head with a grim face, and said with emotion, "You didn't see the situation at that time, if it wasn't for that lightning that made the army feel disrupted, we wouldn't have ended up in such a fiasco."

This old man's name is Lesuk, and he is the patriarch of the Oro tribe, one of the eight largest tribes in Kujit, and the younger one is called Hugudu, and he is the patriarch of the Hugu tribe who attended the meeting this time.

They all received an invitation from Vecchia, and in order to unite the forces of the Kugit tribes as much as possible, in order to re-determine the sphere of influence of the various tribes, the Duke of Vicchia's palace decided to convene a meeting of the leaders of the tribes in Achmore,

This is undoubtedly a major event that affects the interests of all the leaders of the Kugit tribes, and the leaders of the various tribes are also mixed for this meeting, and some of the smaller tribes agree with this, they are already living in the gap between the interests of the major clans, whether it is the original royal court or the current Vikia, there is not much difference for them...,

If Vikia can determine the scope of interests of each clan in the form of an official document this time, it will only be good for them, at least, they will no longer have to worry about getting up in the morning and finding that they have become captives of some big clans, and the wives and children of their tribes will not have to become the fruits of those powerful big tribes

And some powerful clans seem to be very nervous, Vikia this time is to take the ruling power of Kugit by absolute force, no one knows what kind of policy Vikia will treat itself, as a new ruler, he definitely does not want to have these powerful tribes in his occupation area,

As one of the eight masters, Lesuk is one of them, in order to find out the arrangement of Vekia and prepare the necessary responses in advance, he volunteered to go to Achmore to find out the news at the secret meeting of the eight tribes.

As for the Hugu patriarch, Hugudu is also a volunteer, but his identity is more awkward, he is not one of the eight tribes, but he is one of the Kugit generals who are extremely familiar with the terrain of Achmore

Because it was he who led tens of thousands of Kugit cavalry to fight street battles with the Ryordians in Achmore for a month, and the fierce battle for a month, with countless casualties among his subordinates, but it also allowed him to easily avoid the eyes of most of the sentries.

With his help, Lesuk entered Alchemore through a dark passage almost effortlessly, and as soon as he climbed out of the tunnel, he found that the city was under full martial law, and the streets and alleys were full of Vecchian soldiers with stern expressions, and a chilling spear towering high, and from time to time a cavalry in heavy armor rode through the entrance of the alley where they hid, and the smoke and dust were filled with the smell of slaughter

For the upcoming meeting of tribal leaders, the Vikchian army not only mobilized 5,000 soldiers into the city to completely block the streets of the city, but even the caravans that came and went on weekdays temporarily stopped a qiē business activities.

If it weren't for Hugudu's familiarity with the roads in the city, the two of them might have been captured as spies by the Vikchian army a long time ago, because they couldn't carry out activities, they decided to retreat along the secret passages in the city, who knew that they heard a high cry from the head of the city, and just saw the scene just now.

Lesuk suddenly stopped, looked out of the city, and suddenly lowered his head, he saw that under the battle flag, a mediocre-looking young fat man seemed to sense his gaze, and suddenly looked at the battlements here,

The sword-like gaze brought him the feeling of being scorched by fire, although they were hundreds of meters away, the terrible sense of oppression also made several cold sweats roll down his forehead, the young man's gaze was so terrifying, not angry and arrogant, and even made him feel a shock from the soul, but it also followed him with a bit of confidence,

"Maybe this is an opportunity" As if thinking of something, a hint of excitement flashed on Lesuk's old and swarthy face, and he suddenly waved his hand to stop Hugudu in front of him, "We can't go now, if I'm not mistaken, it was the Falcon's direct unit just now, and the Samar Guards will miss a great opportunity if we leave now"

"What great opportunity?" Hugudu looked back with a puzzled expression, if it weren't for the fact that Lesuk was one of the eight lords, he might have left this guy who had changed his mind on the other hand

In fact, this cavalry is really the Samor Guards cavalry directly under the fat man, because of the death of the left guard He Lunya, the fat man decided to enter the town of Aichemore in advance, in addition to the accompanying 6,000 Samor Guards cavalry, but also transferred a main flag regiment from the border,

"Order the whole army to rest on the spot and pay attention to the vigilance in the city"

The fat man jumped down from his warhorse, rubbed his still slightly hazy eyes vigorously, and waved his hand to the other generals behind him, and in the distance, a graceful beauty walked from the front, with a bit of unconcealable anger on her face...,

"My lord, can this battle be smooth?" Because the generals of the various flag regiments had not yet gone far, the beauty could only suppress the anger in her heart, and said in the fat man's ear in an indignant tone,

It was Berant Bonnie who stayed behind in Echmore, because Tulga's campaign to exterminate the Left Guard had drained most of the troops on the border, and the fat man deliberately left the Longbow Banner Regiment and the 3,000 infantry under the command of Bellant Bonnie to garrison Echmore in order to deal with any situation that might happen at any time.

Of course, this must have made the female knight extremely dissatisfied, to be able to see with his own eyes the fall of the grassland hero Zuowei King, for the female knight who has always liked to understand all kinds of tactics, but it is a great event worth watching, one is a military genius who rose in the south, and the other is a famous general across the grassland, such a duel is not seen every time

"It's kind of smooth"

The fat man nodded, his face full of exhaustion, and even after a day's journey, his body was about to fall apart from the bumps on the horse's back

He patted the dust on his body with his hand, and said as he walked, "It's just a pity that the leader of the Left Guard committed suicide during the escort, which is why I rushed back ahead of schedule, the death of the leader of the Left Guard may cause some unnecessary trouble among the Kujiits."

"Did the King of the Left Guard commit suicide?" Blant Bonnie's face fluttered, and the face that had wanted to lose some temper was full of surprise, and she had already thrown her dissatisfaction out of the clouds

The news that the famous steppe lord Zuowei King chose to commit suicide to end his life after being captured was too shocking for Berlante Bonnie, suicide is a dishonorable way to die among the Kugit people, according to the customs of the Kugit people, suicide is a cowardly expression, otherwise, after the Zuowei King was captured alive by a little-known lord like the fat man, he would have chosen to commit suicide to avoid insult

"It's not the King of the Left Guard, the current leader of the Left Guard is a woman about your age"

The fat man coughed with an embarrassed face, and then lowered his body and whispered in Berlant Bonnie's ear, "This matter is highly confidential, even in the entire Vechia army, there are only a few people who can know about it, and it must be kept absolutely secret before the meeting."

"Absolute secrecy"

Being whispered in the ear by the fat man made Berrant Bonnie have an indescribable heartbeat feeling, a trace of strangeness flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly stared at the fat man fiercely, and chuckled at the corner of her mouth, "It's not that you look at your beauty, and the result is ......"

"Poof"

The fat man was taking the water cup in Bonnie's hand, ready to take a sip to moisten his throat that was blown by the cold wind, when he heard such a sentence, he was choked by the water and coughed again and again, his face was red with grievances, and he pointed to the proud female knight, and he couldn't speak for a long time,

"Okay, I won't tease you, this will be the punishment for not taking me there"

Maybe it is definitely a bit too much, the corner of the female knight's mouth showed a sweet smile, and she suddenly turned around and took out a document scroll from the official document table behind her, walked over and handed it to the fat man, and said with a stern expression, "This is the official document that has just been sent urgently from the south today, because it involves your decision, so Governor Statuenko specially presented it"

"South?" The fat man hesitated for a while, took the unopened Wen Jiàn, his eyes swept over, his eyebrows frowned slightly, yes, it was indeed stamped with the red expedited Wen paint of the Southern Governor's Palace, and there was also the personal mark of Statunko, which represented the highest level of Wen Jiàn, no wonder with Berant Bonnie's wanton behavior, he didn't dare to tear it off without permission, and he had to wait until he came back

Fingers along the fold of the letter, the fat man took out the letter full of mystery, looked at it carefully, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth

This is indeed sent by Statunko himself, but the content has nothing to do with the south of Vecchia, so that the fat man originally had a little worry to put down, this time he sent troops to snatch Tulga, the fat man was most worried that the Odds would stab the knife in the back, with the transfer of the main force in the north of Vecchia, Vicchia's troops in the south were relatively weak, Caesar Sauron's army was stationed in the central Alberon and could not move, only with the 50,000 people of Statunco, in the face of a military power like the Kingdom of Bad, it was really not enough to fight,

The content of the letter was only a few sentences, it turned out to be a letter forwarded by Nilai who was preparing for the Winter Veil Festival in Saland, and it was forwarded by Guò Statunco, because of the unanimous invitation of all the lords of the north, Salander Kyoto finally agreed to send the highest level of the kingdom's Celestial Priesthood to preside over this year's Winter Veil Festival

Nilai's letter was an urgent letter for the fat man to rush back to Salander before the Winter Veil Festival

"What is the number today?"

Putting down the letter in his hand, the fat man stood up from his seat with an excited face,...... ，