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The full moon is in the sky, and the night is like water

A gust of early spring morning breeze struck, and Baron Stuham, who was only dressed in thin clothes, was cold to the bone

As business elites, many things are the same

This group of Zhivadine nobles, who were panicked like lost dogs, were deceived by a word from the trusted Lidastov

If you don't see it with your own eyes, even if someone says it in your ear

"The seditionist Lidastov is an insider"

Absolutely will scoff at it

"You've been kicked in the head by a donkey! Lidastov has nothing to do when he is full, and he is playing heartbeat with a bunch of nobles?"

Although I don't know what the conspiracy of the cute fat man in the city lord's mansion is

But Baron Stuham's certainty

The dead fat man will never let this group of nobles who have a deep hatred for him continue to live

Even if it's just a little bit of a dog, live like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy

According to the fat man's revenge personality, he was touched by a fat buttocks, and he almost didn't jump up in shame

Not leading them all to the square and beheading them is already a good grace

Disheartened, Siduhan looked again at the low hills with dark shadows in the distance

On the mountain road that is invisible in the dark night, a pair of invisible black hands have already dug the graves of the nobles

Waiting for this group of poor people who are still happy when they embark on the road to death

In this age of intrigue and betrayal, the loyalty of the nobility has long been thrown out of the sky

Since you dare to rise up and rebel, you will naturally have to bear the inevitable consequences

To be able to die with dignity like a nobleman is much better than those vulgar peasants who have their heads cut off in public

Baron Stuham, from the bottom of his heart, refused to admit that he had personally sent these poor people to death,

"I just want to get them out of prison, and that's wrong? As for being sent to a dead end, that's what Lidastov, a traitor who ambushed among the people, did it, me!"

Siduhan, full of self-reproach, did not know that he was high in the distant hills,

There are also three hundred pairs of dark eyes also watching the nobles wandering below,

Seeing the nobles without hesitation, they got into the pre-designed dead end

Standing on the top of the hill, the leader of the third squadron of the Samor Light Cavalry Regiment, Thanlisus, waved his hand to his subordinates who had been waiting for a long time,

The indifferent eyes looked at the panicked nobles below as if they were looking at a pile of dead people

"The bait is on its way, signal to the grown-ups!"

A pine and cypress tree standing on a high hill fell silently

Baron Stuham's unbelievable that if he didn't follow the script, the third detachment lying in ambush outside the city would also drive the nobles in the direction of Fort Djerbo.

It will only rush to Fort Djerber with Baron Stuham

The nobles of Zhivading are indispensable supporting characters in this drama

How could a fat man allow his plans to slip through the cracks because of someone's feelings

A pair of big hands lifted the curtain of the tent where the fat man was resting, and the fierce cold wind blew into the warm tent,

The brazier placed in the middle of the blowing tent burst into flames like red fireworks in the dark night

"You can't stabilize the point?, you're also a big guy now, why are you still so frizzy, come, it's windy outside, eat a chicken leg to warm up!"

The fat man looked at Crorysart's monkey-like face, muttered as he took a piece of charred chicken leg from his fork and threw it over

Just now, because the sparks in the brazier exploded, the iron fork in the fat man's hand was directly inserted into the ashes of the brazier, and now the chicken leg is gray and black, which is extremely ugly

However, Crowissat, who was born as a hunter in the mountains, did not care about this, and in the vast mountains, in order to maintain his body, the raw meat of cold animals could still be eaten, not to mention the steaming chicken legs.

Disappreciatively, he patted the ashes on the chicken leg with his hand, and took a bite of it, his mouth full of greasy

"The nobles should have hit the road already!"

Looking at the eating relish, the fat man who was still holding half a greasy fat chicken leg in his hand burped and asked unhurriedly

"Yes, my lord, you are really an unpredictable prophet! The nobles did not even think about it, and walked into the valley of Locke, and from the calculation of time and distance, the nobles should meet the Isaheka army going south before dawn, and I have ordered the third detachment of the light cavalry regiment to follow behind according to the plan, and if I find any signs of deviation or return, I will immediately drive them over, they can't run even if they want to, and if they want to live, they can only go all the way to the end."

Crorysette patted the fat man's ass, staring at the last half of the chicken leg in the fat man's hand, squatting by the brazier and not moving, his hands baking the heat of the brazier

The fat man didn't see Croryssat's slanderous appearance, and swallowed the last half of the chicken leg into his mouth with a grunt, leaving Crorysette disappointed

The early spring night is as cold as winter, and the vast plains and wilderness are even more windy, and the howling night wind is like a glimpse of the wall,

If it weren't for the hundreds of wagons surrounding the barracks, the makeshift tents would have been blown away by the strong winds

Whoever stands outside on the tuyere all night and guarantees that he will freeze into a popsicle before dawn,

The heavy rain for two consecutive days turned the loose dirt road under their feet into a quagmire, which made it difficult for the nobles who fled for their lives, and there was no good way to run for their lives!

There are constantly people in the aristocrats who are in a panic and slip in the mud under their feet, and if they are lucky, they can get up and continue running.

The unlucky ones rolled directly down the slope of the black shadows, and they couldn't even see a single figure

I only heard a ghostly wail

"No, we are too old to run, and we will continue to run like this!

Running on the mountain road, Hetharitai was exhausted, and sat on the muddy dirt road below him, leaning against a big tree, panting, and his rapid breathing was like a leaky bellows,

Looking back at the nobles who followed behind him, there were only more than two hundred people, and it seemed that many of the people who had fallen behind had rolled down the slope

The whining cold wind blew by, and the biting cold had made Hetharitai stiff and numb, and his former glamorous appearance had long been stained into mud figures by the muddy water under his feet.

Hezarites' words resonated with the other fleeing nobles

"Yes, if we run like this, we will cross over by ourselves before we see Fort Gerbor! Besides, it will soon be dawn, we are nobles, and even if we run away, we will not let those Samors see our jokes!"

Speaking is the young heir of the Risa family, Risa Heben, who fully embodies the arrogance of the Kyoto aristocracy

He is probably the most innocent of the bunch

However, taking advantage of the family's inattention to run around the south, and dissipate the depression of not being able to return home due to the siege of the Kujits,

As a result, it was regarded as a rebellion for no reason, and now it is still running around in the mud with great grace.

"*** Fat Samor, don't let me go back to Kyoto, or I'll cut you with a thousand knives!"

Lisa Heben touched his muddy blonde hair, and thought that his popular "golden man" in Kyoto had been reduced to the company of muddy water, and he gritted his teeth and secretly swore in his heart

"Bump!"

A dark shadow struck Hetharitai with a sharp wind, nailed to the trunk of the tree against which Hetharitai leaned behind

The crisp sound of impact startled Hezarite, who was resting, and thought that the president of his dignified business alliance was actually smashed by his subordinates.

The grievances that had been held in his heart for many days made Hezarites angry, and he no longer cared about any aristocratic demeanor, and scolded loudly and angrily

"What do you want to do! You want to smash me to death to ask for credit from that dead fat man, don't you! I'm Hetharitai, the president of the Business Alliance, as long as you leave Zhivadin, the Business Alliance will still be ours!"

The angry Hetharites found that the nobles who were still sitting and resting just now stood up with pale faces when they heard his angry scolding, and looked at themselves as if they had seen ghosts, how nervous and nervous they were

A few timid men covered their mouths with their hands with trembling feet, looking terrified

Hezarites was very satisfied with the nobles' expressions, and it seemed that his prestige was still the same as before, and it was not affected in any way!

"The tiger is not powerful, when I am a sick cat!"

Hetharites turned around scolding, trying to see what was thrown at him.

He saw a white short-tailed crossbow bolt nailed to the trunk of a thick tree behind him

The distinctive white triangular tail, the short shaft that is only half an arm's length,

Wasn't it the Samar arrow that shot the middle-aged nobleman in front of all the nobles three days ago, what else could it be?

"Sprinkle, sprinkle......"

The frightened Hezaritaeus hadn't shouted out yet, and the nobles behind him had already fried the pot

"The Samors are catching up!"

I don't know who shouted, and the nobles who were still exhausted just now immediately pushed each other and rushed up the slope in front of them like hornets that had been stabbed in their nests, hoping to climb up the slope in front of them as soon as possible to avoid the chasing arrows of Samar's pursuers

None of the panicked nobles noticed that on the other side of the slope,

An equally impatient and tired army is also climbing

"Guide, look at what kind of bullshit road you are carrying, didn't you say that you can reach Zhivading before dawn? Why have we just passed Guò Sambuga now! If you delay the warplane, I will cut off your dog's head and hang it on the city gate!"

The Marquis of Isahka pointed to the muddy procession, and angrily asked the guide officer beside him,

The guide officer looked at the road under his feet with a pale face, and replied helplessly

"My lord, I didn't expect Sambuga to turn into a swamp in the heavy rain! But rest assured, after the Sambuga hills, there are almost no mountain roads ahead, as long as there are no accidents, our cavalry troops can still reach Zhivading before dawn!"

At this time, a knight in leather armor galloped from the front, and when he saw Isaheka, he quickly turned over and dismounted, and said in a hurried voice

"Report to your lordship, the forward scout reports that on the back of the exit of the Sanbuga hills, there is a team of more than two hundred people who are rapidly climbing the slope, and the scout captain suspects that Samar's army may have discovered our movements, so he sent an infantry squadron to seize the commanding heights before us and block the advance of our army!"

When Isaheka heard the discovery of the Samorian army at the Sambuga junction, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he shouted angrily

"Order the heavy infantry brigade to occupy the high ground at the exit of the hills with all its might, I don't care what price they pay, if they can't take the high ground, I want their heads!"

A young nobleman was the first to climb the slope with his good body, and looked at the nobleman who fell behind him, and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a cold light flickered in front of him, and he turned his head unexpectedly, almost crying out without being frightened

Piles of black shadows with cold light glittering weapons crowded towards themselves on the back of the slope, like a swarm of ants wriggling in the night, and the cold light that flickered was only the cold light of the weapons in the black shadow's hands

"Whoosh"

Just as the middle-aged nobleman was about to shout, an arrow shot from the dark shadow on the opposite side pierced his throat

The nobles, who were trying to climb up, saw a strange scene

The first person to climb the ramp did not roll over to the other side of the ramp as they thought, but twisted and shook his body strangely a few times, and then rolled down the slope like a ball from the top,

The body slammed into the branch below the slope, and the whole body was strangely rickety, and a mud-stained arrow was still dangling on the corpse

"Ahh

Before the nobles could react from their panic, they suddenly noticed a cloud of black shadows at the top of the slope, and they stopped at a loss

The scout captain who climbed the slope lowered the horned longbow in his hand, and the arrow that killed the nobleman just now was the work of the scout captain

Looking at the black shadows on the other side of the hill that were still struggling to climb, one of them was the closest, and he could even see the face that was pale because of fear,

"A peasant is a peasant, and in front of a real army, these peasants are only equipped with a fork!"

He smiled contemptuously, drew his sword from his waist, and shouted at the scouts behind him

"Kill them all, never let one go! Let these idiot peasants of Samar know what a real warrior is!"

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