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"It's a man" The fat man looked at the resolute and resolute-willed Zigosa on the other side, and secretly praised it in his heart, turned his horse and waved to Zigosa, "As a friend, I don't want to embarrass you, but I want you to think about it, when you worked for the Kugit royal court, where were those noble adults of the royal court?

Hearing the fat man's words, Zigosa's face on the other side changed slightly, and in the face of the fat man's cross-examination, he wanted to turn around now, but when he saw the clansmen lined up behind him, he hesitated for a while, and turned around again,

Compared to the last time he was in Rui Erdian, this Kugit man seemed to have an extra layer of things on his body, at that time, he was just a mercenary who led his people to work for the Rui Erdian people, and now this guy has the feeling of being a commander of the army alone

"Grand Duke......" The god Zigosa lowered his head ugly, no longer spoke, the fingers holding the reins were slightly blue from excessive force, as a hero in the hearts of the Kujits, he carried too much injustice on his shoulders, Zigosa's tribe was only medium among the Kugit tribes, with a population of only 345,000 people, and the grazing area was also close to the extremely cold areas in the north,

The area there is barren, except for some thorny shrubs in extremely cold areas, the grassland that can be grazed only accounts for a small part, so in most cases, can only hunt for a living, depending on the weather to eat the probability is very high, once encountering a heavy snowstorm, they have to move south, temporarily settle in some relatively good royal pastures, and have to provide a certain amount of skin every year as compensation to the royal court,

Zigoza's Kugit cavalry is the best Kugit riders, but unfortunately no matter how powerful the rider is, it is impossible to compare with the real powerful archers, and the hit rate can be one-third in a round, thank God, let alone in this country where excellent hands are rotten,

Even a teenage little NV child, who can also be fifty meters away, can hit the red tassel on the top of the tent with an arrow, and move the arrow at high speed, in terms of accuracy and power, it is difficult to penetrate the armor of the main infantry of the mainland 100 away, if you rush into 100 meters, you will become the target of the opponent's archers.

This embarrassing identity determines that his clan is not valued in the Kugit army sequence, saying that it is a hurricane cavalry, but in fact, it is more like a miscellaneous one, responsible for loaming and pinning down the enemy's flanks during the battle, and after the battle, he can naturally only get the worst share of the spoils.

"Think about it, they plundered at will in the north of the rich Ryrdian, but let you stay in a Jedi Tulka with 40,000 people, can they really stop my Vikchia's troops?"

"I need time to consider that I'm not the only one guarding the fortress"

Zigoza's face was a little pale, the fat man's words were right, no one could talk about anything in front of the Vicchian army, and this principle had long been widely spread on the continent of Icadivar when the Samorish army broke through the 6 strong fortresses of the noble army in one day and one night,

Everyone knows that in front of the Vikia army with the "Thor" and a large number of incendiary bombs, sticking to one place is no different from looking for death, whether it is the Kujit people or the Ruierdian people, there is a bloody lesson in this, and for the strong attack power of the Vikia army, Zigosa, who has fought with the fat man, has a deep understanding,

In the original battle for the canyon, his own 1,000 hurricane cavalry, who didn't even reach the side of the Vecchians, were all killed by the powerful and outrageous thorn thorn longbow, and that cruel contrast of strength still woke Zigosa from his nightmare in the middle of the night.

"Well, ten days, I hope to give me a satisfactory answer" The fat man nodded to Zigosa, and with a hundred guards behind him, he turned and rode away, and the horse's hooves raised a burst of white broken ice

Seeing the figure of the fat man and others disappearing in the distance, from the cavalry group behind Zigosa, a young man with curly hair rode out, slender and vigorous, because of the cold weather, under the spotted leather helmet, only a pair of big watery eyes, the fingers holding the reins of the horse were white and slender, and the whole person looked completely different from other Kugit cavalry, like floating clouds in the sky, revealing an elegant feeling,,

The young man asked in a low voice beside Zigosa, his voice crisp and pleasant, "Uncle Zigosa, that guy is a big man on the side of Vecchia, as long as he is in hand, the Vikyans will never dare to act rashly."

"Catch him?" Zigosa glanced angrily at the young man, who had almost completely covered his face, and said unkindly, "Would you believe that a falcon soaring in the sky can be caught by an ordinary little sparrow?"

"Uncle, you are the great hero of our Kugit grassland, are you still afraid of these?" The young man's pretty face was full of slight astonishment, he didn't expect that the fat man opposite had such a high opinion in his uncle Zigosa's heart

"Compared to his falcon soaring in the sky, what kind of hero am I" Zigoza smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and said in a solemn voice to this junior who didn't know the height of the sky, "This time your father entrusted you to me, just let me take you out to see the world, this is the center of the Ikadiva continent, isn't it our cold land that can't even grow grass, do you know who the one-eyed dragon who brought me the letter just now is?"

"Isn't he just a messenger who is not afraid of death?" The young man shook his head, and the figure of the one-eyed dragon just now flashed in his mind, a very strong guy, but he was a little short-tempered, if it wasn't for Zigosa himself, the one-eyed dragon would have almost slashed his own adjutant

"Herald?" Zigoza paused for a moment and laughed, "In the whole north, maybe only our brave Nashata would treat the one-eyed beast Siron as an ordinary herald, you know, even the Ryordian people will feel a chill in their backs when they mention this name."

"He is Salon, the one who defeated the famous general of the prairie fox Misoa" The young man's eyes were bulging, and he realized that he had looked away, and he playfully stuck out his tongue, not daring to gnaw anymore

There was a crisp sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and a Kugit scout galloped from a distance, stopped next to Zigoza, and whispered a few words before joining the queue

"Okay, we can finally go back safely" Zigosa wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his hand, turned around and waved at the young man, his face showed a relaxed look It was only at this moment that he dared to be sure that he was safe, the cold wind was blowing, and it was cold behind him, and he was already sweating his underwear

"What do you mean to go back safely, but what's going on with the fortress?" asked the young man with a suspicious look on his face, a stark contrast to the pale god of Zigoza

"It's okay with the fortress, it's us who have something" Zigosa waved his hand at him, and sighed with an ugly face, "Young or good, never know the cruelty of the truth, do you really think that fat man will bring so few people to see me?"

"What does that mean?" said the young man

Zigoza said with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "Just now, the scout reported that behind the hills 3 miles away on both sides of us, we found a 10,000-strong Vekia cavalry, if we made a slight move just now, under the encirclement of 20,000 Vekia cavalry, we would not even have the slightest chance to escape back to the fortress, we would only become corpses in this snow Under the wings of the falcon, there will always be a pair of sharp claws."

At night, the Green Corridor is particularly cold. The mountain wind whistled between the strange rocks on both sides of the canyon, making a trembling sound, as if the gods were roaring, and as if the wounded gods were groaning in pain.

If you feel each stone up close, you can faintly feel the trembling of the stone, as if there is a war going on inside the stone.

The sound of the steppe wolves continued in the night, terrible and painful, and the heavy snowstorm almost destroyed the living creatures on the grassland, and even the wolves had to come from Tulga to hunt food near Achmore.

White snow covered the entire canyon, bare tree stumps, round and round, clumps of bulges. It's like a scar all over the earth. A huge long wall, like a gate, closed this narrow passage, behind the long wall, thin sheepskin tents, from time to time by the howling cold wind whistling by,

The thin felt blankets could not withstand the biting cold wind, and the Kugit soldiers in leather felt hats could only huddle together like rats, warming each other with the heat of their bodies, and discarding their mutilated weapons and armor in the corners.

The weather is too cold, and in the grassland, where there are not enough trees to make a fire, it is simply an irresistible disaster,

Although there is a long wall as a cover, in this extreme cold, the Kugit soldiers, who lack the ability to resist the cold, will suffer from frostbite from time to time, and there is not enough heat and grass, often in one morning, ten or even dozens of frozen corpses can appear in the tents of the mountain pass.

The armor on the body and the corpse were frozen together, and it was impossible to peel off at all, and those who collected the corpses could only bury the corpses on the spot on the top of the mountain to avoid becoming food for the wolves

In a huge tent behind the long wall, Zigosa looked at the leaders around him with a deep face, the light in the big tent was very dim, and only a small fire could be raised with extremely limited bones of cattle and sheep.

In this cold night, dry and cold like an ice cave, cold white smoke spewed out from the noses of the silent people around, and in the extremely oppressive air, you can hear the sound of breathing like pulling through the bellows from time to time,

It was the head of the Duk tribe, Liji, who had been pierced through the lungs by an arrow when he was young, and he was left with this sick H who breathed like a bellows