Tielong, a strange uncle who has always been hippie and smiling, has an ugly face once, especially looking at the fat man's glowing eyes, it is like finding a naked beauty in front of him, especially the look that glances at himself while touching his stubble, how obscene and obscene it is, seeing the fat man's heart hairy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

That playful look seemed to remind the fat man: "These people are unlucky people who help you fight the black nest, if you dare to leave them alone, I will tell them that you killed the son of the eagle!" Only then did they suffer the revenge of the Kazakhs!

"What do you mean? Am I still killing the Kazakhs by mistake! I don't care what kind of prince he is, as long as he is my enemy, even if he is the king of Kazakhstan, my sword will not hesitate to cut down. ”

The fat man's eyes bulged and muttered, looking at the Roman Empire soldiers in front of him, the fat man had to be weak-hearted, if he let these poor babies in front of him know that he was a scapegoat, and he didn't scrape his fat flesh alive.

"My lord, Tower Fortress! Tower Fortress 、、、、"

Munda the leader of the hunters sent to the front to scout was sweating profusely from the crowd, his voice hoarse as torn gauze, and the war horse under his crotch was spewing in the cold of the winter night, and the gallop just now almost made Munda lose his breath.

"Well, I already know that the tower fortress has fallen, and we are about to face the revenge offensive of the Kazakhs, this winter is so fucking cold!" The fat man saw Munda's anxiously discolored face, and waved his hand with regret.

Thinking that the iron cavalry of the Kazakhs will blow through their territory like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and snatch away all their gold and silver treasures, the fat man's heart hurts.

"Great, my lord, there's no one in the Tower Fortress! The Kazakhs ran away before they even had time to pack up the bodies, and now the tower is an empty city. ”

Munda whispered in the fat man's ear with a strange face, only he and the fat man could hear it, and this subtle news was tantamount to a thunderclap in the fat man's ears.

"Run, run?" The fat man looked at Munda in disbelief, until he saw Munda nod affirmatively, and a wave of ecstasy spread through the fat man's heart.

The defenders of the tower have all run away, the lords of Satdo have also run away, and now even the troublemakers of the Kazakhs have run away, could it be that he is so angry that even the goddess of luck has lifted his underwear to herself? It would be too evil to open the door to the two county leaders at once.

"Can't get on?" The fat man is hesitating, and the risk of sending troops to occupy such a large piece of territory without authorization is not a little bit.

"People die with guns up, they don't die for thousands of years, the bigwigs in the north are still too busy to work, how can they be in the mood to care about a small landlord like themselves to make a little money, if this golden opportunity is missed, it will be damned!"

The fat man wiped his mouth with his hand, and the saliva that had been excited just now flowed out, and he suddenly pulled out his knight's spear and pointed it in the direction of the tower fortress in the distance, shouting: "Everyone come with me, I will retake the tower fortress and let those damned Kazakhs know the bravery of our Roman warriors!" ”

Watching the fat man with his three hundred cavalry roll up a puff of smoke and dust and disappear into the night, the bearded Sodras who was still crying just now was also stupid, who are these people, did he really meet the so-called righteous superman.

The morning sun pierced the thick fog, and the bright yellow morning sun shone on the ruined stone walls of the tower fortress, broken swords scattered at the head of the city, and the dried dark red blood on the female wall exuded a pungent smell of blood.

When the fat man led the team to the tower fortress, he did not see the Kazakhs, but saw the rising sun from the east, hundreds of broken corpses blocked the entrance to the city gate, and the entire city gate wall was stained dark red with the blood flowing from the corpses.

"What kind of people do you think they are?"

The fat man touched the dry dark blood stains at the city gate with his hand, and the tragic fighting at the city crossing made people like the fat man also begin to be a little sentimental, and the corpses piled up here are not so much people, but more appropriate to say that they are bloody meat * balls, and the fat man turned his head with a little emotion and asked the mysterious strange uncle Tielong who accompanied him.

"They are just like us, they have parents, relatives, children, lovers、、、、 but here they are warriors, fighters who fight to the death for their families to survive."

"Warriors? Those Kazakhs are also what you call warriors? ”

The fat man didn't expect this mysterious spearman Tielong to have such an understanding, there were not many people who understood his enemy in such a peculiar way, so he couldn't help but glared at Tielong in surprise.

Pointing to the corners of the city wall, several Kazakh corpses that have been seriously deformed and blurred in flesh and blood, it can be seen that these Kazakhs whose bodies are seriously deformed and almost broken into several knots are desperate to jump from the wall a few feet high on the Roman Empire archers below in order to block the sharp arrows below for their companions.

"Yes! They were all outstanding fighters. ”

The spearman Tielong nodded affirmatively under the fat man's surprised eyes, looked at the fat man's puzzled eyes, and said with a sad smile: "The Kazakh steppe suffered a heavy snowstorm last winter, ninety percent of the livestock were frozen to death, and the Mordu, where the grain was hoarded, was also occupied by the Swedes. The Kazakhs just made a choice, whether to let themselves die or let someone else die! ”

It's the first time the fat man has heard such an inside story, no wonder this year's Kazakhs are so fearless of death, sweeping through the north of the empire like a raging wind and fire, it turns out that they have been driven to the brink of extinction.

"Everybody rush out!"

The fat man thought of the Kazakh commander who fought hard in the face of a desperate situation, and thought of the Kazakh cavalry on the mountain road who jumped from his horse to open the passage of life for his companions.

Zhao Hu muttered: "Yes, everyone has to live, if people die, everything is empty!" To be alive is to have hope. ”

Torrential rains in early spring hit the northern part of the empire, leaving the roads muddy and forcing the Kazakhs to begin to quiet down, and for the Kazakhs of the steppe, rain is the greatest gift of the gods.

Because of the rain, the river can accompany the Kazakh war horses to gallop happily, because of the rain Kazakhs can have enough grass to store cattle and sheep, because of the rain, the earth can recover from the long hibernation, and the Kazakhs, who have left the steppe for nearly half a year, begin to feel homesick.

The battle of the Kazakhs in the south for nearly half a year crushed the military power in the north of the Roman Empire, and at the same time made the Kazakhs themselves fall into the muddy swamp like this sudden spring rain, and the road to the imperial capital of the Roman Empire paved with the blood of tens of thousands of Kazakh warriors came to an abrupt end under the desperate resistance of the Roman Empire.

The Minister of Military Affairs who stayed in the imperial capital urgently requisitioned all men over the age of ten and under the age of seventy in the imperial capital to form a garrison force of 200,000 people, relying on the tall and thick walls of the imperial capital to confront the Kazakhs.

In order to keep their belongings in the imperial capital, these big nobles who are high on weekdays, the big families have taken out their own family funds, not only increased the wall of the imperial capital by ten meters, and let the family blacksmith build weapons and armor day and night, but also built the family castle in the city, posing as a stubborn resistance.

This made the Kazakhs who came for the grain very helpless, the military victory can not completely solve the most important problem of the Kazakhs, although the most prosperous towns are in the north, but the grain production area of the Roman Empire is in the south, the Kazakhs who have swept away the prosperous northern part of the Roman Empire suddenly found that they have grabbed a lot of money in their hands, and this thing cannot be eaten.

So a protracted negotiation began in the imperial capital.

"Where is Chaoyang City, what is this city lord doing?" Zhao Hu asked his subordinates with the letter of appointment he had just received from the Ministry of Military Affairs with a puzzled face.

Zhao Hu was promoted, and Zhao Hu's name was once again published in the military newspaper sent to the whole country, which was the reward of the Ministry of Military Affairs for Zhao Hu not only defeating the attack of the Kazakhs, but also retaking the tower fortress from the Kazakhs.

Zhao Hu was appointed by the Ministry of Military Affairs as the deputy commander of the Imperial Southern Legion and the city lord of Chaoyang City.

"Chaoyang City is not far to our west, about half a day's journey, it is the largest city in the south of the empire、、、、 there are sleepless streets that stretch for hundreds of meters、、、 known as the city that never sleeps in the south." Uncle Tie Long slammed his face with an aftertaste and said.

"My lord, the military newspaper requires us to defend the tower fortress to ensure the stability of the southern part of the empire!" Starn reminded softly.

"Of course, of course, if you don't hold the tower fortress, what will those damn Kazakhs do when they run to rob my Chaoyang City!" Zhao Hu said loudly.

"What is that Southern Legion, and who is the Legion Commander? How did I not know? Zhao Hu thought that he was the deputy commander of the bullshit Southern Army, and there was a genuine product on his head to press him, and he felt unhappy.

"The Southern Legion is the Imperial Fortress's garrison of the Tower, under the jurisdiction of the sixth, eighth, two 3,000-strong Banner Regiments, mainly responsible for the defense of the south during the war, the commander of the corps is General Saka who died in the Tower Fortress some time ago, he is also the lord of the Tower! It's a shame to be a very knowledgeable old man! ”

Uncle Tie Long shook his head with a desolate face, as a soldier, Old Saka, who died in the tower fortress, was much more upright than the generals in the north who shirked their responsibilities.