"They...... They ...... in the tent, listening to the sound outside fading away, and Giryev couldn't help but cry angrily.

"Shhh

As soon as he struggled, Giryev's head and his nose came into close contact, and the tears that hit him were snotty, and the hated Kampal had to lower his mouth.

"You stupid fellow, do you want to get another guard?!" Kampal retorted in a low rage, "Get out! Get out of here to bring this news back!Now, go on, my Lord willing, I think I'm going to undo this damn noose." Come on, Giryev, we don't have time to delay. As he spoke, he put his head forward again.

Giryev was stunned, and quickly stretched out his mouth to gnaw. It was another busy job, but fortunately this time it went well, and no one bothered them again.

After more than twenty minutes, the two finally untied the rope around their necks.

Both of them were lying on their backs on the ground gasping, this gnaw, both of them felt that their teeth seemed to fall out, and their cheeks were called sore.

After a little respite, Kampal was still determined, and he grabbed Giryev and leaned over to the tent door to peek out carefully.

It was the night starlight, and it was pitch black all around, except for the embers of a bonfire in the middle of the camp, flickering and faintly, revealing a faint afterglow.

Four tents were set up around the campfire, and with the exception of the one where the two of them were being held, the other three were in the shape of a zigzag.

There was a faint noise in the northwest, and Kampal's eyes shrunk and he stared deeply, he knew that it must be the sentry who had stayed outside.

Hmph, they were very guarded. Kampal snorted secretly, retracted his head, and pulled Giryev not to the tent door, but turned back and returned to the place where the two were lying.

Garyev's face was confused, and he hesitated: "Your Excellency, how can you ......?"

Kampal leaned over the tarpaulin behind the tent and fumbled around it, without raising his head, "You can't go out from the front, it's right in front of the campfire, it's too dangerous." Let's go from the back, you know, this is not a real house, it's a tent, you know? That's it!"

As he was talking, he suddenly let out a low cheer, and when he raised his hand, he had already pulled into a loose place, and with a little force, he opened a gap, and the whistling lee suddenly blew in through the gap, making the two of them shiver at the same time.

"Let's go. Kampal's eyes flashed with excitement, and he whispered a word, and bent down to get out first.

Giryev looked at him with excitement, took a deep breath, reverently drew a cross on his chest, muttered a few prayers, and then went into the crevice.

The night on the steppe is silent and noisy. Silence means that almost no people or animals come out to move, while noise refers to the noise of the wind. Here, the world of the wind is total, seemingly filling every inch of space, pervasive and ubiquitous.

They cheered, ran, and let out a terrible whimper. It is precisely because of this hustle and bustle that all the voices of Kampal and Giryev are perfectly disguised and do not cause a little alarm.

"We needed two horses, as well as food and water. In the darkness, Kampal grabbed Giryev and whispered in his ear.

Giryev was shocked, he never expected that the Count would be so crazy that he could finally escape, and even think of going to get food for the horses again. Oh my God, didn't he understand how terrible those Orientals were, and that terrifying beast, the White Bear, had a roar that completely crushed his entire team of fifty men.

Now they were almost under the nose of this terrible beast, and if they didn't take the opportunity to walk farther, they had to think about stealing inch by inch, and Giryev felt that the count was really crazy.

Xu was aware of Giryev's emotions, Kampal took his hand and shook it vigorously, and said in a deep voice: "Listen! Giryev, we have to get the horse." Food and water may be optional, but horses are a must. Otherwise, on this thousand-mile grassland, how can we escape and go back? As soon as dawn comes, they find out that we have escaped, how far do you think we can run on our two legs? Okay, cheer up, believe me, since I can escape with you, I will definitely be able to take you back. But the premise is that you must trust me and obey me unreservedly. Got it?"

Giryev opened his mouth, but finally sighed softly and nodded, "Well, Lord Count, I hope you are right. Give orders, and I will trust and obey you unreservedly, in the name of the Nikolai family. ”

"Very good!" Kampal secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand and whispered, "There, do you see it? All the horses are there, I can smell them." Those little babies are waiting for us. Let's go, let's go find them. Remember, be careful and don't make any noise. Also, it's better to get four horses, two for each person, so that we can maintain as much horsepower as possible. Well, after you get the horse, don't rush to ride it first, wait until you're out of the five miles, understand?"

"Yes, four horses, one in charge of two, and they will be ridden after they have gone five miles. Giryev repeated in a low voice.

"Try not to make a noise!" Kampal told him again, and when Giryev confirmed again, he nodded in satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder, and touched his waist to that side.

Thank God, thank you to the grassland, thank you for this moonless and starless night, and thank you for the north wind that seems to never get tired. Under the howl of the roaring north wind, all the sounds of the two of them were perfectly hidden in it, and they touched their destination without any danger.

The horses weren't too surprised by the two outsiders, only a few woke up and let out a few short snorts. But even so, the two of them were scared enough, lying on the ground motionless, observing for a long time, and seeing that no one came to inspect, they relaxed a little and got up.

Gesturing with speed, Kampal felt the reins of one of the horses, untied it from the other next to him, and then carefully led him out.

After camping and resting, they were all relieved by Su Mo's command and moved to the tent and placed. One is to let the horses recover as much as possible, and the other is to be on the safe side. Su Mo attaches great importance to these materials, and he can't tolerate a little wrong. You must know that Wei Yi has long been short of food and clothing, but he is waiting for this batch of supplies to be rescued.

Kampal sighed regretfully and tightened the leather buckle on his body again. It was the two of them, and they only got a piece of roasted half-cooked horse meat in the evening. Poor one, the dignified Earl, once upon a time fell to this point, the meat of the horse was rough and dry, and there was a strange smell in the mouth, and when Kampal first entered it, he vomited it directly. It took a lot of effort to eat half of it and I couldn't eat it anymore.

Now, however, even if you want to get a few more pieces of horse meat like that, you can't get it. Sure enough, after looking at Giryev, who had only pulled two empty saddles, Kampal could only smash his mouth with regret, leaving the thought of food or something behind him.

Two men and four horses, walking for a while, stopped for a while, almost like a turtle, until it lasted for nearly an hour, and finally got away from the camp and reached a relatively safe distance.

"Alright, now, let's go home. Kampal and Giryev glanced at each other, and both saw excitement in each other's eyes. The experience of coming for this day and night made both of them physically and mentally exhausted, and now that they think about it, it is like a world away.

Especially Giryev, he could never have imagined that he would be able to return to his hometown alive one day. You know, he was tortured more than Kampal.

Therefore, at this moment, when he heard the declaration of return that the Count of Kampal almost announced, Giryev couldn't help but shed tears.

"Your Excellency the Count of Tver, I, Giriev Nikolai of the Nikolai family, the first successor and owner of the Nikolai family, and the Baron of the Principality of the Principality, hereby solemnly swear that I and my family are honored, loyal, and unreservedly dedicated to you. From now on, your will will be my will and that of the Nikolai family, and all your orders will be carried out without hindrance. With a solemn look on his face, he knelt on one leg and swore aloud with one knee on his hand.

Kampal had a look of surprise in his eyes, and it was a great surprise for him to receive the oath of allegiance from Garyev. With the allegiance of the Nikolai family, his power will go straight after the Marquis of Ino, and he will no longer have to be so jealous and careful.

"Well, I accept your allegiance and that of your family. Well, dear Giryev, now, get on the horse, everything will be said when you get home. Trying to restrain the smugness in his heart, he stepped forward and pressed his hand on Gireyev's shoulder, then took two steps back and said.

This ritual was supposed to be to pat the other person on the shoulder with his own sword, but now he had to use his hands instead. That greedy Dongfang Su had already scavenged everything of little value on his body, and he didn't even leave a single hair.

Giryev replied loudly, got up, and first helped Kampal to get on the horse, and then rolled over himself. Then with a soft shout, the four horses neighed merrily, and the trumpets rushed into the endless darkness.

The north wind whistled and blew, but in an instant everything was smoothed out again, leaving no trace. In the camp in the distance, a flash of fire suddenly flashed, and the figures of Su Mo, Second Brother Wei and others were revealed in the middle of the camp.