Tang Zhangwei contacted his subordinates everywhere in the cold Tang Nordic Province, although Tang Zhangwei and the Confucian scholars fought against those murderous Vikings for a long time in the location of this iceberg and the Arctic Ocean, but their efforts were not in vain.

Because, some Viking tribes loyal to them gradually gathered under Tang Zhangwei's command, and these people were willing to work for the Tang Dynasty.

These people feel that it is really their honor to be able to cooperate with Tang Zhangwei, the commander-in-chief of Datang.

In fact, Tang Zhangwei is a very open person, and he knows that the people who fight with him are most worried about nothing.

Because, whether it is the Vikings or other people, if they have no income, it means that everything they have done is in vain.

Bai Cunxiao had been fighting with those Vikings for a long time, and he was very tired, but even if he was tired, he had to find a way to protect Tang Zhangwei.

However, Tang Zhangwei knew the mental fear caused by the long-term war.

Therefore, Tang Zhangwei let his henchman Bai Cunxiao go to the Rus Steppe to recuperate, or directly to the Datang Polish Province to recuperate.

In the end, Bai Cunxiao, Tang Zhangwei's henchman, chose to go to the Polish administrative province of Datang.

The people of the Tang Polish Province have been advocating that their province should be upgraded to a Polish administrative region.

There were countless Polish peasants there, and in those yellow muddy fields, people worked year after year, and the wheat of the Polish province would not be more prosperous because it was upgraded to a Polish administrative region.

However, the locals still enjoy it.

Fortunately, the local Poles are optimistic, and the local farmers have planted wheat there, and some are even trying to grow rice.

Not to mention, there are really people growing here.

Because only one crop of rice grows here a year, the rice here is particularly delicious.

Here, there are countless scientific and technological workers and agricultural engineers, and in the eyes of the people of the Tang Dynasty's overseas provinces, they can always put forward incredible conclusions, but these intellectuals, they can always put forward some incredible conclusions.

Here, there are many Taoist temples, and at the same time, there are also many fire dragon laymen here.

The atmosphere and various cultures from the Tang Dynasty blow the European provinces of the Tang Dynasty, and whoever has more money, who has advanced science and technology, and who has more consumer goods, where the culture will prosper.

In the Polish province of the Tang Dynasty, there are many immigrants here.

Although the governor of Tang Poland held a grand welcome ceremony for Tang Zhangwei's henchman Bai Cunxiao, after Bai Cunxiao drank wine and ate meat here, he still hid in a farm in the Tang Poland province.

In the Polish province of the Tang Dynasty, there are countless native immigrants from the Tang Dynasty, and there are countless monasteries with many monks from all over the world.

There are a lot of Holy Crosses here, and they are also religious.

Bai Cunxiao smelled that on his farm, there were a lot of rice and wheat in the wind, and in the Tang Dynasty, these two crops have always been far apart.

However, on the farm here, the two plants grow together.

Bai Cunxiao likes it here, he watches people work the farm, and his soul is relaxed.

The orcs fled, but their pursuers caught them in the battle on the other side of the bushes. Unobtrusive, Trist sneaks behind the tree where he holds his bow.

Wolfgar couldn't shake off his fighting spirit so easily. With two of his friends already down, his thirst for orc blood has grown to the limit, and this group of newcomers to the battle is shouting at his god of war, Tampas, with a passion that this young warrior can't ignore. Confused by this sudden development, the circle of orcs surrounding Wolfgar slackened for a moment, so he opened the snow and blew it as well.

An orc looked away, and the Fang of Aegis ripped its face off before it could turn its attention to the battle before it. Wolfgar squeezed into the gap in the circle, and as he passed, he knocked the second orc away. Just as it was about to turn and reorganize its defenses while stumbling, the strong barbarian struck a blow. The remaining two turned to escape, but Wolfgar was directly behind. He threw his hammer, smashing one to life, then lunged on the other, crushing it to the ground and ending it with his bare hands.

When he was done, he heard the last sound of his neck bone shattering, and he remembered that his friends were still in danger. He jumped up and walked back with his back to the woods.

The black-haired barbarian remained at a distance, feeling respect for his martial arts. And Wolfgar still doesn't know what these people are trying to do. He looked around looking for his friends. Regis and Bruno lie side by side where their horses were tied; He couldn't tell if they were dead or alive. There's no sign of Trist, but there's still fighting going on outside on the other side of the woods.

The warriors lined up in a large semicircle around him, blocking all his paths. But they suddenly stopped, for the Fang of Aegis had returned to his grasp through the power of magic. He couldn't beat so many people, but the thought didn't make him afraid. He may die in battle, like a true warrior, and his death will be remembered. If these black-haired barbarians swarmed up, he knew that many of them might not survive to return to their families. He stepped his heel into the ground and tightened his grip on the hammer. "Let's put an end to this!" He shouted into the night sky.

"Don't move!" There was a soft, but hard-pitched whisper from above. Wolfgar immediately recognized it as Trist's voice and relaxed his clenched hands. "Keep your sense of honor, but know that it's not just your own life that depends on you now!"

At the time, Wolfgar learned that Regis and Bruno might still be alive. He immediately threw the Fang of Aegis to the ground, and shouted to the warriors, "Good luck! ”

They didn't answer, but one of them, almost as tall and muscular as Wolfga, made his way through the ranks and stood in front of Wolfga. The stranger had only a braid, which passed his face and extended above his shoulders. His cheeks were painted with white wings. His sturdy skeleton and weathered face showed him the harsh wilderness of his life, and if it weren't for the black color of his hair, Wolfgar might have thought he was a member of the Icewind Dale tribe.

The brunette recognized him as well, but he was clearly more aware of the social structure of the Northlands, so he wasn't confused by their similarities. He said in a non-standard common language. On the other side of the mountain, where the cold wind blows. ”

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