In the year 219 of the new French calendar, after the pastoral month, the first day of the month. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Nestled in the latter half of the majestic Grannes Mountains, the only plateau in France, the Salic people have lived for generations on the top of the mountains, calling themselves the sons of eagles, and they worship the birds that soar freely in the sky and overlook the mountains.

So much so that the city where the Grand Duke of Perran, one of the only four dukes of Fran, is the ruler of the northwest of the kingdom today is located, is also named "Eagle's Nest City".

The Duke's castle stood high on the top of the highest stone mortar in the Pato Hills, and the rest of the knights and nobles were scattered on the plateau like stars guarding the moon, and no one but Victor the Great could conquer this high and dangerous territory.

The aristocrats of the territory never thought that Frank Bardot, the mediocre "lazy king" who sat in Schönbrunn and whose government was controlled by the courtier, was in a position to command them, especially in order to satisfy the increasingly insatiable appetites of the Dull nobles and that of Rosendahl, and to spread the taxes on the heads of the Saliks.

This is intolerable to everyone who lives in this territory.

What's more, the honeymoon period between Grand Duke Perrin and the French royal family has long passed. When he married Frank, the Salik and Poole seemed to have a good chance of reconciliation, and the confrontation that had lasted for nearly a thousand years seemed to have finally eased.

But when the kingdom announced that Colleen Perrin had died of illness, and that his grandson Charles had been placed under house arrest in disguise, there was no room for relaxation between the two, and from that moment on, it was clear to all the people of France that the struggle did not break out in a moment, just as the wind never blew all at once.

At that time, the palace minister Hernans Forlie ordered the "cornerstone" of the kingdom, Bedwell Lake, to lead 20,000 troops to the Tieliu Gorge and read the obituary, which meant that the entire northwest territory would be bulldozed on the spot if there was a disagreement.

The old duke had to tremble and grief to take the obituary from the hands of the high knight, and this humiliation was engraved in the hearts of every knight on the high ground, who had been taming their horses and sharpening their swords day and night for so many years, so that one day they could follow the Green River, kill the Shijiu Mountain, rush out of the Tieliu Gorge, and vent their anger on the vast central plain.

And today, it looks like that wish is about to come true.

As the sun scorched, Gwen Perrin stood on the towering walls of the castle and watched the endless barracks stationed outside the castle, where he saw the banner of the snowy owl, which symbolized the Younas family, the black ravens of the Riley family, and the flaming and vibrant red kite of the Gailan family......

All the knights in the realm who were canonized by the Grand Duke of Perrin gathered here with their own private armies and subordinates, some of whom had originally guarded the border with Obotan in the northernmost mountains, some had led their subjects to open up the fields at the foot of the mountains, and some had followed the family of Perrin for generations, like the most loyal shadows.

Now all people are gathered here for one thing, and that is to go to war, against the unjust king!

As the lord of Xiongyan Castle and the eldest son of the Perrin family, Gwen has been guarding this choke point in and out of the Pato Plateau for many years, and at this moment the army has gathered and sent people to block the foothills, and all the falcons raised by the Saliks are released, and they will mercilessly hunt all the carrier pigeons in the whole sky.

In the Northwest Realm, not a single fly could slip through Gwen's fingers, and it was only necessary to follow the Green River all the way down, through the Iron Flow Canyon, and the entire flange was close to the palm of the Perrin family.

"What are you looking at—my dear brother!" a strong arm was placed on his shoulder, and without looking back, Gwen could guess that it was his second brother, Gary Perran, and that he was the only rough guy in the whole army who would hook himself up.

Maintaining the majesty of being the eldest brother, Gwen slowly turned around, although there was no smile on his face, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly, it was his three younger brothers who came.

"Big brother—" "Brother Gwen—"

In addition to Gary who was on his shoulder, the third brother Enrique and the younger brother Moses stopped one step away from him, which can be regarded as an extremely close distance, the relationship between the four brothers is very good, but the two younger brothers know how to measure themselves very well, and they will never ignore etiquette like Gary.

The elder Perrin often lamented that Gwen had her own bearing, Enrique had learned to deal with people from herself, Moses had the incredible intelligence of his mother given by God, and Gary only showed the recklessness of his youth to the fullest.

"Well, you're here. Nodding, Gwen gently took Gary's arm, which was still on his shoulder, stepped forward and patted Enrique and Moses, and deliberately rubbed the head of his younger brother Moses a few times.

Unlike Gary and Enrique, Moses and the three of them were not born to the same mother, but this did not affect the relationship between the four of them, on the contrary, because they were worried that the younger brother would feel sorry for them, the three of them often involuntarily cared more about Moses.

And Gwen is 28 years old this year, Gary and Enrique are also over 20, the eldest second brother Gary is 26 years old, Enrique is also 24 years old, but Moses is only 14 years old this year, and all three of them are very spoiled for this little brother.

"How's the supplies going? Gwen withdrew her hand, a quiet expression on her face that didn't smile, and turned to get down to business.

Enrique replied calmly: "It's all counted, the knights have prepared their own food and grass, and we are very well prepared and ready to move at any time." ”

Gwen nodded to show that he understood, Enrique is a veritable governor of the entire Northwest Territory, he is an expert in government affairs, whether it is agriculture or public works, he is well organized, the grain harvest in the territory over the years, and the large increase in population are all his credits, and even this time he can get the support of the Obotan Empire, it is also the result of Enrique's running, and it is not an exaggeration to call his third brother a political genius.

"After so much delay, it's time to act—" Moses rubbed his chin with his hand, looked at Gwen with big innocent eyes, and whispered:

"Fight, Brother Gwen - there is no danger to defend in the Central Great Plains, we will fight Fort Dawn, and if we lay this central point, we will be able to connect with the Greenness Mountains, which is a tentacle that reaches to the east, and if we are surprised, there must be a lot to be done. ”

"yes, big brother, let's do it—my hands are itching. Gary shouted anxiously, Gwen knew that although this second brother was the most powerful of the four, and his swordsmanship and spear skills were the best, he had a frizzy personality, and was even far inferior to the 14-year-old younger brother.

But it's also time. Since the little brother who has formulated the entire battle plan has said that it is time to move, it seems that the time has really come.

Gwen glanced at the dazzling sun again, and muttered to herself, "I don't know if the sun on the plains is so dazzling." Then he raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Well, inform the sirs to assemble in the hall!"

The imminent war of the Kingdom of France was finally ignited in the month of Harvest in the year 219 of the new calendar, but on the same day, far from the deserted corner on the other side of the continent of Votan, a small boat lowered from a dhow moored offshore, slowly approached the beach, and another storm rolled up on the deserted island.

Kratos once again stretched out his feet on the soft sand, like a wanderer returning home, and at this moment he truly made the Soth tribe his home.