The midday sun shone on the clearing in the south of Valuno, and the northland was still sunny today.

It was supposed to be a good day. The farmer ploughs the land with his hoe, the merchant bargains with the townspeople for the price of a copper plate, the teacher teaches his pupils to read and write, and the mother lulls her newborn baby to sleep.

But today is destined to be sleepless, the defenders of the town looked in disbelief at the Weegand retreating towards the swamp in the distance, Mayor Joyce immediately organized some of the town's boys to pursue the Wiggen, which was also the boys' own request.

William picked one of the best horses from his father's stable for today's hunting celebration. He controlled himself and tried not to look at his left hand, which had lost two fingers. In yesterday's war, he was lucky to survive, but unfortunately lost two fingers.

Fortunately, after this battle, a large number of disabled citizens will be added to the town, and no one will dislike anyone anymore.

William donned the leather armor of the southern part of the Great Pruss and a Wiegand helmet, which made him feel a little nondescript himself, but these things did provide better protection than a decent linen shirt.

William and several young men came out of their homes and rode through the streets of the town, and the townspeople who stood on both sides of the streets gave the young men a round of applause. Some of the girls also boldly threw the flower balls at the boys, and while the young men looked up blankly to find the owner of the flower balls, the girls who threw the flower balls hid in the house with a coquettish smile.

The lads standing beside William were very pleased with the flattery, waving happily to the townsfolk and shouting

"Believe me, we will definitely teach those Wiegand people a deep lesson, and beat them to the point that even their own grandchildren dare not set foot on the land of the empire again!"

"Let their blood flow from under the city of Valuno to the North Sea Marsh!"

The boys' enthusiasm was met with an even more enthusiastic response from the townspeople, and suddenly even they felt that they had expelled the Wiegand people, and now the residents were celebrating their success.

William felt that someone had come to his head too, and when he looked up, his eyes met a girl from the town of Valuno, who, when she saw William's puzzled gaze, did not hide from the other girls pretending to be shy, but responded with a more fervent and straightforward look.

In the girl's eyes, which went from fiery to confused, and finally to disappointed and even desperate, William lowered his head, and even reached out to straighten the Wiegand helmet on his head, although because the helmet was not exactly the right size, the Wiegand man's flat skull was not worthy of such a tall and upturned large Pruce pointed skull.

He didn't know how to face this low-hanging fruit.

On the day the city fell, he dreamed of Jan being burned at the stake by a group of angry citizens, and he could vaguely feel that it was Jan but he couldn't see her face anyway.

The people who carried out the burning at the stake were none other than the town's monk Mende and the town's mayor Joyce. He stood in the crowd and watched as the girl was engulfed in flames. He wanted to shout loudly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any sound.

That night, William was awakened by a palpitating shout, and he was somewhat glad to find that he was lying on the bed in his own house, while his beloved parents were looking at him with some concern.

"What did you dream about, William, to scare you like this. ”

Father asked.

When William heard of the defeat of the Weygans, he joined the battlefield again despite his parents' obstructions.

No matter how long the streets are, there is always a time when they are finished, and these young people, who are carried away by praise, do not see that the battlefield is not as easy as they imagined from the moment they leave the town.

The Wiegand people were scattered, but they did not give up resistance. They gathered in twos and threes, and from time to time threw spears at the soldiers of the Great Prussia who were chasing them.

The battlefield outside the city was even more intense than the bloody battle on the city they had experienced. There are people screaming and falling to the ground, and there are people who have parts of their bodies flying out of their owners.

A young man who had just left the town looked at the sky suspiciously and said

"The sun is so good today, why is it raining?"

It was only after he touched the top of his head with his hand that he realized what had just been poured on his head.

Since this battle, this man's hair has been bald forever, and no matter how much he prolongs his medicine, this scalp has stubbornly existed as a fast and barren land. One wizard said that it was his hair that "voluntarily stopped growing, and there was no outward scarring." ”

Vidia quietly followed behind a group of heavy infantry, and took it upon herself to get a half-destroyed spear from the battlefield, and rushed out in a decent way.

"I'm going to be a knight soon. Vidia shouted to herself in her heart, "Even if it's just walking and running down, it's good for you." ”

In order to get rid of the fear in his heart, Vidia found that everyone else on the battlefield was shouting his name, or his hometown or something, Vedia thought about it, and he also ran to an open space on the battlefield, and yelled at himself, which was considered to be emboldening himself.

"I am the son of the knights of the Northlands, Vidia!

Vidia's immature voice was quickly drowned out in the noisy battlefield, but it was loud in his own heart, and it was the first time he had made his voice heard on the battlefield.

With the arrival of a new force of Great Pruss on the battlefield, the outcome of the war was clear, and the war of aggression provoked by the Wiegand people ended in their defeat. More than 800 valiant Wiegand warriors went on the expedition, and in the end there were less than 200 Wiegand people who were as destitute as dogs and crawled back into the swamp, if it weren't for Thoreau's son, Edward Campbell led an army of less than 200 reinforcements to support Thoreau, and it is estimated that the Weggand people would not even be able to keep this number.

After the Great Pruth warriors had already won a great victory, they found this unit on the edge of the swamp, and because they could not understand the reality of the Wiegand people, they voluntarily gave up the pursuit. In fact, the pursuit had been fought from midday to dusk, and the soldiers' physical strength had been exhausted to the limit, and it was no longer realistic to start another battle with the Wiggans.

The soldiers didn't even have time to eat lunch, and even ate a hasty bite of breakfast, and if it weren't for the defense of their hometown, these soldiers would have gone on strike long ago. At the same time, a commander standing on the front line also played a big role, such as how to use the knights, he changed three animals in a row, just to catch up with a few more Wiegand soldiers.

José knights have their own opinions

"If it weren't for a broken leg, I would have been able to cut the Wiegand all the way to the swamp. ”

Of course, this is all for later, and the soldiers of the Great Prus gradually stopped pursuing, especially when they saw the knights who were already covered in blood turn their horses' heads, and many Wiegand people couldn't help but cry.

The feeling of chasing an enemy is completely different from the feeling of running for your life, and many Wiegand warriors simply fainted on the grass when they saw the enemy stop the pursuit.

Several tribal leaders fell on the grass, looking at the chiefs who had become more breathless and less breathless, and no one had the strength to accuse anyone.

Mani, the pit viper general, had been pierced in half of his ear with a bow and arrow while fleeing, and if he had survived in a tribal tent with almost negative medical conditions, he would have fulfilled his idea of losing one ear.

Jan also fell on the grass, and most of these important family members could survive under the protection of the blood ties of the loyal Wiegand tribe. The scene in front of her only made her sigh, this was originally the script she arranged for the Great Pruus, but she didn't expect the list of actors to be reversed in the end.

Thoreau was stabbed in the crowd - in order to cover the withdrawal of the troops, the first warrior of the Wiggen people, who had barely cheered up, still couldn't help but go down to the battlefield himself. Although he wore the armor of his youth, he didn't feel anything when he usually moved, but it wasn't until he did it himself that Thoreau felt the age of his age.

The aging of limbs precedes mental power, and when Thoreau wielded the battle axe, he clearly felt that his arm strength had decreased, which directly killed him. The flying tomahawk sliced through half of the knight's helmet, not half of his head. The knight gritted his teeth and slashed Thoreau's shoulder with a backhand in the final moments of his life. The sharp knight's sword sliced through Thoreau's bones, and even the hardest animal skin could not stop the special sharp weapon.

The Wiegand people could not produce iron themselves, and several pieces of iron were embedded in their weapons to increase their power.

In order to stabilize the morale of the army, Thoreau only asked two of his own soldiers to help him out of the battlefield, so that the soldiers felt that their leader had only suffered some minor injuries.

But Thoreau had already clearly felt that his arm had completely lost sensation, and if nothing else, the blood that flowed along the way could have killed the man.

At the last moment of his life, Thoreau gritted his teeth, his ambitions were over, but he still had to find a way to show those who could still live.

Edward actually gave Thoreau a surprise, he never imagined that his son, who he had always looked down on, could bring so many fighters with just one word of his own, especially when he had already taken most of his supporters.

Thoreau gave the last command of his life: to send Edward Campbell to him.

Several of Thoreau's henchmen exchanged glances with each other, dragging their tired bodies to carry out the orders of the chieftain who could become the former chief at any time.

"Pass on the orders of Lord Thoreau Campbell, Supreme Commander of the Ferjo Swamps, example of the Wiggans, and Commander of the Rear Army, Edward Campbell, come at once!"

The loud voices of the guards spread throughout the swamp, and all those who could still move turned their attention to the "illegitimate son" of the Campbell family, which had just been revived and was not prosperous, and only Thoreau was the backbone of his generation, although Edward was an illegitimate child, there were still many people who had already put him in the position of the prince.

This is actually quite telling, Thoreau had never called Edward's full name in public before, even at Edward's bar mig.

Edward came to Thoreau's face with apprehension, this young man who was only eighteen or nineteen years old was not lightly affected by the scene of Shura in front of him, but when he thought of himself as Thoreau's son, he forced himself to arrange for people to take care of these wounded soldiers. At this point, although Edward at this time has not really shown any military talent, at least in the means of winning people's hearts is no less than Thoreau himself.

"Stand up, Edward. Thoreau commanded with a trembling of his lips. This was the first time since Edward became an adult that Thoreau took a serious look at Edward's standing.

He had indeed inherited a lot of his mother's blood, and although he looked a little thinner, he was tall enough to become a great leader in time. Perhaps having just been defeated by the Great Prus, Thoreau's dislike for his son's Great Prus blood was a little less at this time.

Edward looked at his father blankly, he had already noticed Thoreau's weakness in his sluggishness, especially his pale lips, which were almost bloodless. He wanted to persuade his father to take a good rest and say anything later, but out of his obedience to his father for many years, it was difficult for him to say even such words.

Thoreau opened his mouth several times and closed it, not because he was weak, but on the contrary, he felt that his body seemed to be better. He just suddenly didn't know what to say to this son. He had been obsessed with the struggle for power all these years, and owed so much to this child, that it was too late to teach him anything and any experience in governing the tribe.

"Remember to take care of your sister, it's not that she doesn't really love you, but she's not good at expressing it. She's actually a lot better than me for you. At this point, Tholo paused and said, "It is your sister's request to give you a mission in this campaign. ”

It doesn't matter if it's true or not, it's important that Thoreau says it.

Edward realized the gravity of the matter, and he looked at the man who had once been in the tribe in disbelief. Edward shuddered in his heart.

As for the matter of inheriting the tribe, he didn't think about it once or twice, but he didn't want to be in this position. has such a legendary father, and has always maintained good health, if nothing else, it is estimated that it will not be a problem to live for another ten or even twenty years, and no matter how bad he is, he still has such an excellent sister, and the position of the tribal chief will not be his turn to do anything.