It was a cold day.

The white armor was like a cube of ice, clinging to his body, exuding a chilling aura.

The good breed horse under the crotch was also fostered in a farmer's cattle pen.

He could only walk on the frozen valley, one step, not a single step.

Winter is not a good time to crack down on bandits, especially since he is not very used to winter.

Winter birds, rock snakes, and snow hares, all of these common creatures are gone. There is only a vast expanse in the snow.

In the end, it was a piece of felled trees that betrayed his purpose.

Following the debris of the trees falling to the ground, he eventually saw a nest in the ground that had been almost buried by snow and ice.

In the valley facing the river, there was the faint sound of several men talking.

This is a group of icefield bandits that are the most common snowy bandits on the ice field.

When winter came, their business was closed, but their people still had to find a place to live, and this was a den for them.

Knight Jose drew a sword from his waist.

The José knight will sweep several soldiers to the ground with the heavy sword in his hand.

It's as clean as the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

A few ice field bandits are not his place at all.

Standing next to the corpses of the Ice Bandits, Knight José crouched down and roasted the fire for a while.

He didn't pay attention to such small scenes. Even though he knew full well that in the shadows of this cave, a man much taller than him had raised an axe.

A drop of water dripped from the iron armor of the José knight and fell into the fire in front of him, hissing with a sound.

The man hiding in the shadows could no longer endure it.

Like a wild boar with no way out, he walked out of the warm cave with his upper body naked.

At first, his pace was slow, but when he reached the entrance of the cave, he roared violently, and his speed suddenly increased, and then he threw himself in front of the knight in two or three steps, and raised his great axe high.

Then the man fell limply to the ground, the axe in his hand pointlessly plunged into the fire, splashing a spark that was still burning.

The José knight slowly pulled the sword into the man's chest from between his bones, his fingers steady as if he were performing a delicate operation.

The awareness of fighting is not bad, but the means are too immature, and there is no experience.

José commented in his heart.

On horseback, the knight of Jose swung out his right hand vigorously, and the thick blade of the sword turned slightly at the moment it touched the human body, turning from a slash to a swing, and another tribal general was repulsed.

And he took advantage of this opportunity to take a few steps forward.

It's only three meters away.

Knight José drew a burning stick from the fire on the ground, and used it as a faint illumination.

Judging by the last words of the merchant he rescued not long ago, and the leader of another gang, the person he was trying to find should be here.

The air in the cavern was as dirty as he had imagined, and although it was warm, the filthy air still made him frown.

He had met the slave traders many times and knew what the slave owners would do to the slaves, so when he came to the cave, he was ready to take on a large group of scrawny slaves.

But it seems to be empty in the hole.

Aside from the simplest food reserves, it seems that this place is really just a house where ordinary mountain people live.

Only in the deepest part of the cave seems to be another small compartment.

Knight José reached out and lifted the curtain on which the hides were sewn.

At the same time, there was a faint sound of a rat hurrying across the ground.

José's ankle was firmly held by a thin hand.

The owner of the palm seemed to want to overturn the knight, but he clearly miscalculated the huge gap between his own strength and that of the knight.

He stumbled slightly, and then he was already on his feet.

Three more shield-wiegding Wiegand warriors stood in a line, but it was clear how much they had learned their lesson, and even after those three warriors, there were a dozen or so prepared guards.

As soon as the Knights of Jose make the slightest move, they will be able to respond immediately.

Although José's body only staggered, his incomparably focused heart trembled violently.

He lit the candles in the nearby room with a burning torch.

Then he saw the face that made him think about it.

After many years, he still recognized at a glance that she was her.

Although he is dressed simply, there is always a kind of luxury that is difficult to hide.

Although the knight of Jose did not like the Armmarks at all, he had to admit that this kind of temperament was something that only the nobles of the Armaks would really have, even the royal families of the Great Prus, who did not have this kind of unusual and ordinary elegance.

But the light of the candle was only for a moment.

While the flames shone on the woman's face, there was also a flash of sword light.

It was an incomparably delicate dagger. If José's memory was not biased, he had used this knife to cut the throat of the woman's father.

It's razor-sharp.

Although the woman was unable to trip over the knight, she eventually found the unarmored place on the knight's iron boots and armor skirt, and stabbed him with all her strength.

Then he closed his eyes tightly and waited for death to come.

But after the darkness ended, what awaited her was not the pain of falling into the abyss, but an inexplicable light and warmth.

Ten years later, the little boy whose hands trembled after killing people and who smoothed the eyes of the dead became a killing machine like no other in the world.

He was looking at her in a daze.

But at this moment, a baby's cry woke up the two who were looking at each other.

The woman's face changed from initial surprise to unspeakable pain.

"I spent three years trying to persuade people to do good, but you just killed them. All. Haven't you learned even a certain lesson from the war?"

"Maybe winning or losing has always been more important to you than life itself?"

I don't know when it came, the woman had already cut her own veins with a dagger.

"I owe you my life, but you owe me more than one. One day, you'll remember that there's more to the world than just winning and losing. ”

The José knight was speechless, and could only watch as the woman gradually lost her temperature.

Then take the baby.

This is the only time in his life that instead of defeating his enemies, he has become a loser.

As for Vidia's background, he wanted to wait until Vedia became a real knight and slowly tell him the reason for this incident......

And the duchess, the daughter of the mayor.

Originally, after the end of this war, he wanted to get to know himself.

"I've fought countless wars, and I've naturally experienced worse situations than I have now, no matter what kind of opponent I have, I've faced them head-on, but I didn't try, and after no try, I took the initiative to admit defeat. ”

The knight flew out of his horse.

His free left hand pressed down the horse's back, and then with the help of the horse's galloping power, he sent himself out of the horse.

Behind him, several Wiegand spearmen pierced several large holes in the warhorses he had ridden.

Underneath him, several Wiegand warriors had already aimed their spears at his body.

Finally, in front of him, a young man with a wolf's head helmet on his head, in addition to his somewhat shocked age, the Knight José recognized his identity at this time.

He is?

Several spears stabbed the José knight's body, and blood dripped down the tip of the spear like brilliant agate stones.

But his pace did not stop.

The spearmen failed to hurt him.

He flung the sword in his right hand behind him with all his might, but instead of letting it go, he let it spin in the air for a circle.

Then he kicked the Wiegand warrior hard with both legs, and finally took another step forward.

One-step.

This is the final step.

One step further, and perhaps he will win the war for the Empire, as he has done countless times in the past.

Even if this time the price is his own life.

But José's sword only plunged into the mound of dirt in front of Edward

It stabbed into the ground entirely, its heavy blade still vibrating and making an eerie humming sound.

In the next moment, several Wiegand warriors stepped forward in a few steps and clamped the knight between the spears.

Edward looked at the imposing knight in front of him, and couldn't help but take a step back, and then he didn't touch his center of gravity for a while, and fell to the ground.

He reached out and wiped the sweat from his head.

Several soldiers went up to probe the knight's body.

"King, he is dead. Several soldiers said.

They gazed at the dead body with amazement.

"My lord, he is like a man who has been dead for a long time. The body is already solid. ”

"How could such a man survive? Did he really just die?"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Edward got up from the ground and looked at the hundreds of hussars in the distance, his face as if he could wring into the water.

"Pass the order, don't continue the attack, we just need to force back these big Prussians today!"

Several Wiegand generals standing on the side wanted to say something, but after seeing Edward's very ugly face, they closed their mouths in amusement.

Now Chief Edward has the intention of becoming king, and according to some sayings from the south, there is a rule that "the lord dishonors his ministers to death"!

Perhaps from the perspective of the war, it is only right to take this opportunity to defeat these southerners as much as possible, and to defeat them in one game while their strength and morale are not at their peak.

But based on what they just did......

Truth be told, if the king dies in battle, what does it mean to him even if he defeats these invaders?

So they bowed their heads and, like their king, made a look of embarrassment.

At this moment, Edward had a new idea.

"Return the knight's body to the Great Prussians. Then, by the way, they brought a message to their little emperor, saying that this was a gift from Edward, the king of the North, on the battlefield. ”

But it was said on the frontal battlefield.

After a long fight, the infantry on both sides finally benefited from Edward's conservative tactics, and the soldiers on both sides did not suffer many casualties.

Edward released the 3,000 Great Prussian infantry he had surrounded, and the Great Prus had no choice but to release the 6,000 Wiegand soldiers they had surrounded.

At dusk, the warring parties finally reached a consensus on a first ceasefire. The army of Great Prussia retreated twenty miles, handed over to the Wiegand men a supply depot they had built, and the two sides agreed to decide on the timing of the decisive battle after seven days.

In this battle, the Imperial side lost about 3,000 infantry men, while the cavalry lost 300 and 16 men.

On Edward's side, about 6,000 men were killed or wounded. If you say it's about it, it's actually no way to measure it at all.

The generals of each tribe naturally know how many soldiers they have, and the chiefs of those tribes probably recognize how many generals they have.

But for the soldiers who were killed in battle, and even the chiefs, the number of casualties was completely uncountable.

Although Edward had lost a lot of money in terms of battle losses, nearly half of them did not die entirely in battle, but to seize the hillside and lure the Great Purus into setting fire.

Of these two, one allowed Edward to win the initiative on the frontal battlefield, and the other allowed him to solve the problem of the cavalry, no matter what the consideration, it was a good deal.

After all, this was the first battle that the Wiegand people had won over the Great Pruss, and it had won them valuable food and a base for advancement.

What's more, this was also the first real "group" war of the Wiegand people, and before that, the largest war Edward had ever experienced came from the previous battle with Holder.

As for the chiefs of other tribes, not to mention, if there is a war with a total scale of more than five hundred people, it is a major event that deserves to be written into the tribe.

In the first Northern Expedition of the Beihai Kingdom, the Wiegand people were defeated without this experience.

In the Second Northern Expedition, the smartest of them learned the technique very quickly.

At the same time, Edward also saw clearly the power of sacrifice in the tribe, and thanks to them, the Wiegand people lost at least 3,000 fewer people.

This is a good thing for him and for the priests, after all, he is the kind of person who does not believe in gods at all, and can even put a knife on the neck of the priest at any time.

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