In the middle of a completely dead snowfield, large swaths of trees were almost completely dead, and the leaves were buried deep under the snow without a trace, only the branches stood bare, like naked giants.

The soldiers just kept their heads down.

There was no way forward in the swamp, and they had to use their feet to make a path.

The knights stood in the back row of the soldiers, in this bad weather, the few knights who had a task were still staying on horseback, and the rest of the knights also chose to dismount and walk, at the moment they were not in a state of readiness, at most they were just defending the emperor and the baggage in the army.

Sword was in the midst of such a crowd of knights, walking with the same head down. As the Grand Master of the Knights, only if he takes the lead in dismounting and walking, those knights with eyes above the top will obediently follow him.

"General, we caught a Wiegand man in the swampy area ahead, and he seems to have something to say!"

A Wiegand man, a living Wiegand man!

Sword stretched out his almost frozen hand and couldn't help but wipe the layer of hoarfrost that had formed on his helmet.

"Bring him to me, nay, leave him in front of our army, and I'll ride over to him. ”

It's not that Sward Knight is too excited, it's just that he's desperate.

Even the veterans of the Beihai Kingdom who had served in the swamp couldn't say a word when they talked about the specific situation in the swamp, and those maps that had been used for hundreds of years had only found the remains of some tribes, and most of them were empty at this moment, and even the traces of their former lives were buried deep under the snow.

After finding the familiar feeling on horseback, Sword took a deep breath and poured as much cold air into his chest as he could, so that it could calm down so that it would not lose its demeanor in front of people.

The pace of the whole army stopped.

The flanking corps were allowed to repair in place, while the troops at the forefront looked lively.

The captured Wiegand were pressed to the ground by two strong North Sea Kingdom soldiers in a half-kneeling posture. And the Wiegand man still seemed to be a little unconvinced, and kept struggling, as if he wanted to get up from the ground.

"I'm the messenger of Grand Commander Savage! you can't do that to me. ”

"The gods are above, call your 'emperor' to come, I will negotiate with him!"

Of course, most of his words were incomprehensible to the soldiers of the Great Purus Empire, and even if there were Imperial soldiers who could know the general meaning, they were just listening to a joke.

Barbarians can now talk to the leaders of the Empire?

Eventually, a knight in a red cloak and a knight in a blue robe rushed along, followed by several horseback attendants.

Although the two knights at this time did not carry any of their heavy weapons and did not wear heavy armor, they only carried two short swords at their waists, and an inexplicable majesty was born out of thin air.

Although it has not yet reached the level of frightening, the majesty of the superior is unquestionable.

Although the soldiers beside him didn't recognize this as the lord for a while, they didn't dare to slack off, and they all avoided the sides of the war horse and saluted the knight on horseback.

"Lord Ward, why did you come here yourself? Eventually, the knight in the blue cloak stopped first. He took off the mask from his face, revealing a face that was not young.

"It's just a barbarian, how can you still use your care, you can assign any knight lord to come over, and we'll clean him up. As he spoke, the blue-robed knight had a cautious smile on his face, and his eyes kept looking at the red cloak behind Sword's back, as if it had something very rare painted on it.

But the Sward Knight just didn't see that expectation.

He stopped his mount just half a horse ahead of the blue-robed knight, and flipped straight off his horse.

In fact, he was more interested in the captured Wiegand warriors than in entertaining the little Baron of the Northlands.

Ignoring the obstruction of the soldiers around him, Sword walked quickly in front of the captive.

However, after only one glance, the knight was a little disappointed.

But judging by what this person was wearing, he knew that he was certainly not a person in a high position.

Indeed, the messenger of a small tribe, even the "Grand Commander Savic" in his mouth, probably doesn't know where the goods came out, whether they can eat enough, and whether they can dress warmly, let alone how to take care of a messenger under his hands.

As a messenger, he was only able to wear two animal skins on his body, which could barely wrap his body, and a lowest-level sergeant pulled out of the imperial army was much neater than him.

I don't know if he heard the sound of horses, or saw Ward's beautiful riding boots from the snow, the Weegand warrior who was crawling on the ground immediately shouted even harder, but he was somewhat aware of the identity of the person in front of him.

"Let me go! I am the messenger of negotiation! You great Prus are challenging the majesty of the Ruler. ”

Of course, the Sward knight couldn't understand what the messenger was muttering, so he had to scan the circle of onlookers with an inquiring eye.

One of the warriors hesitated slightly, and finally stepped out of the formation.

"Big ...... My lord, I know that this man says he is a messenger of some chieftain, and wants to negotiate with you......"

When the soldier said the word negotiation, he suddenly glanced at the embarrassed Weegand farmer, and then cautiously looked at the lower half of the Sward Knight, and immediately slapped himself.

"Bah, bah, bah...... Adult, the villain can't speak, he has the qualifications to negotiate with you that round. Why don't we beat him up first, and then ask him to explain things clearly and report back to you again?"

Knight Sword turned his face sideways, unhurriedly observed the North Sea soldier who spoke out, forced a frown, and said in a tone of relief as much as possible

"It's okay, I'll ask him directly if I have something. ”

The soldier leaned forward in flattery, as if he had received a great favor.

The knight had no desire to look at the soldier any longer, he took a few more steps, looked at the Wiggan's still braided hair, and waved his hand at the two soldiers who pressed him.

"Lift his face up, and I look at him. ”

The soldiers, of course, had no right to resist a knight, and they did as they could, slightly loosening the arm that was pressing on the shoulder of the Wiegand farmer.

But what they didn't expect was that after that, Farmer Wiegand was like a wild horse on the loose, immediately broke free from the restraints of the two soldiers, swooped up from the ground, and beckoned to Sword's face.

This set of movements was coherent as if it had been premeditated, and it was slow to say, but at the time it was only a matter of moments, and when the two were closest to each other, the violent messenger could even appreciate that there was a faint white lining under Ward's dark leather coat.

However, this was the limit of what he could do, and although no soldiers came to stop him, Sword himself was a champion knight of the Great Prius Empire.

Without pulling out the short sword at his waist, the knight almost subconsciously swung a punch at the courier's chest, and it was not until the iron gauntlet on his fist touched Cody's chest that Sword could react, and in order to prevent the hard-won captive from being killed in one fell swoop, he deliberately withdrew three points of strength.

Unexpectedly, he failed to repel this unremarkable farmer.

Curdiben didn't mean to assassinate Sword, he just wanted to control him so that he could be qualified to negotiate, and although the knight's punch in the chest made him feel a little angry, it made his heart swell with a brute bravery.

Before the soldiers could react, he raised his strong arms and pounced on the knight as if he were raising a pair of iron pincers.

But this time the knight didn't give him a chance to get close.

After re-realizing that the opponent in front of him was not weak, Sword first kicked Cody in the lower abdomen, then pulled out his undeparting saber sideways, and in the next moment, it was only pressed to Cody's throat.

Out of fear and a slight refusal to admit defeat, Cody immediately took several large steps behind him, wanting to shake off the sharp blade in his throat.

But the knight's dagger was like a leech in a swamp, and whether he retreated to the right or pushed to the left, the tip of the sword was stuck in his high raised Adam's apple.

Cody even wondered if he would accidentally swallow a mouthful of saliva here, and the tip of the sword would pierce his throat.

Just when his mind was full of scenes of being pierced through the throat by the tip of a sword, I don't know if it was the pain in his lower abdomen or chest that affected his next move, Cody lost his center of gravity and fell straight to the ground.

The soldiers standing around were still willing to rescue at first, but when they saw the Sward Knight draw his sword with ease, as if playing with the Wiggans, they invariably put down the blade in their hands and stood aside instead, watching the trick unhurriedly.

Cody fell to the ground, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt that a sharp weapon had been put on his throat again, and he couldn't help but be frightened and frightened, and in despair, tears flowed out of his eyes for a while.

"Huh, did you have the guts to do it with me just now, but just such a coward?"

Looking at the two lines of tears that frightened from Cody's face, a somewhat sarcastic smile appeared on Sword's face, and even the Imperial soldiers around him laughed.

Only the blue-robed knight ran up to him with a nervous expression, his sword clutched tightly in his hand, and yelled at the Weggen

"You brute, you dare to do it to our general, see if I don't cut you!"

With that, the saber in his hand fell heavily from the air, as if it was really about to split Kodi in half.

The surrounding soldiers all exclaimed in amazement at the fate of this Wiegand man, speaking of which, although they were soldiers, not every one of them had experienced life and death.

But Cody's reaction was a little numb.

Looking at the blade that had been slashed from the air, he closed his eyes as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

Perhaps it was a mercy for him not to be tossed and die by Sword, and as for the task assigned to him by their commander, it would have been forgotten long ago.

But Heaven was destined not to let this poor man die happily.

Just as the blue-robed knight's sword was about to touch Cody's forehead, the knight stopped as if he had suddenly changed his mind.

"Knight Marty?"

"As you wish, my lord, it is indeed somewhat useful to keep this guy alive. ”

After seeing that the Wiegand man had completely lost his ability to resist, and even closed his eyes, Sword withdrew his sword from his throat and plunged his backhand into the leather scabbard.

"This is the first living person we've seen since we entered the swamp, and even if you really wanted him to die, I would stop you. ”

Marty smiled awkwardly, when the two were fighting before, he couldn't find a chance to insert a pole horizontally and vertically, and waited patiently until the duel between the two was over, wanting to run up to invite himself to show his loyalty, but it didn't have any effect.

But Sword didn't have the heart to talk to this little nobleman of the North Sea Kingdom anymore, and the most important thing now was to deal with the affairs of the Wiegand people.

"You, the soldier who spoke the language of the barbarians, come here. ”

"Great, my lord, you ...... it"

"You just tell him that the Empire's legions are not prepared to negotiate with any barbarians, but I am willing to give them a choice, surrender or die, and after thinking about it, ask them to give me an answer themselves, understand?"

After the soldier heard the order, his waist, which had already bent down, suddenly bent a little more.

"Understood, sir. Barbarians have only two choices, surrender, or die. ”

Sword patted the snow on his collar with satisfaction, he loved and hated the snow in the sky, hated the heavy snow blocking the road, and the temperature was getting more and more, which greatly increased the difficulty of the expedition.

What is lovely is that the snow everywhere makes it more difficult for the troops to get water.

Snowflakes are really a blessing from Sardinia, and every evening, being able to drink a pot of boiling snow water really makes him feel refreshed, and even the fatigue of the march can be reduced a lot.

Just as he was about to turn away, Sword saw the footprints under his feet, and in the snow, the place where the riding boots stepped was particularly glaring. He immediately asked, frightened as if he had woken up

"Since you are this barbarian who you have captured with your own hands, how could he have suddenly come out of the ground?"

"General, he came out of the woods to the northwest to stop us, what about us?"

"Yes, head northwest. ”

"That's going through a lot of woods......"

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