Turazov watched the march of the Mecklenburgers, and he became more and more curious about the East Francians in the north, who seemed to be no different from the East Francs with whom they had dealt before, especially the group of cavalry in shining heavy armor, which made a deep impression on the people of the radar. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Count Yve, allow me to call you so." Turazov was absorbed by Yves into his inner knighthood, although he has not yet been officially awarded the title of Turazov, but he is very close to this radar man who almost killed himself, which makes many people look at it.

"Say it." Yves tightened his hooked prosthesis, which was made of special leather and iron sheet, and although Yves's attendants would often oil and maintain the prosthesis, the iron would rust and creak.

"On that day, I could already see on the battlefield that you were determined to die, but why did you back down at the last moment?" Turazov, riding on a horse, asked curiously as he followed Yve's side.

"I did throw in the towel at that point, but I thought of my son." Iv put his prosthetic leg in order, he looked up at the marching army in front of him, and said to Turazov.

"What's wrong with your son?" Turazov asked curiously.

"He went missing in the fighting." Yves sighed, as if the night of Fort Lidda had resurfaced in front of him, and in the middle of the night when he had been attacked, his son had disappeared into the flames of battle.

"Why don't you think he's dead?" Turazov asked, he has long been accustomed to life and death in war, whether it is a newborn baby or an old man dying in the flames of war, it is a normal thing, and death will not deliberately let anyone go.

"No, he won't die, I can always dream of my dead wife, but I have never dreamed of him, he must still be alive somewhere." Yves said in a firm, rugged voice, his eyes full of reassurance, as if he would be able to keep his son alive.

"The mustache of the god of war." Turazov had no choice but to stick out his tongue quietly, believing that this was nothing more than Yve's hypnosis of himself.

However, in the Duchy of Swabia, the three Boar brothers arrived with Yves' son, and along the way they were either employed by mercenaries from travelers, or directly as robbers cutting the road along the way, but in any case they accumulated some money.

"Big brother, aren't we going to the south? Why did you run here? Ogden sat on a rock, his legs drooping, and said disgruntled to his eldest brother, Grover.

"Haven't you stupid fellow heard travelers say that the kingdom of East Francia is on the brink of civil war?" Sitting under a tree, Grover pulled out a piece of cheese, sniffed it, put it in his mouth and munched on it.

"What does the civil war have to do with us?" Ogden stretched his slender neck and said dissatisfied.

"Stupid, as long as there is a war, we need a battle-hardened nobleman like us, and we will definitely be able to get a good job this time." Grover licked his lips and said excitedly to his brother.

"You're saying it's possible for us to get our own fiefdom?" Ogden's eyes lit up, and he became interested in Grover's words.

"No~~, wrong~~." Grover jumped up from under the tree, pulled out one of his iron rods, and was about to make some tirade when he was interrupted by a child's cry.

"Wow~~."

"Zippa~~." Zippa, the youngest of the boar brothers, was holding a child struggling on his legs in his arms, and Zipa seemed to want to take him into his arms, but the little one did not appreciate it at all.

"Damn, I've had enough of letting me slaughter this little bastard." Angden jumped down from the stone angrily, drew his slender sword, and strode up to Zippa, ready to kill the child who had tormented them all the way.

"Ogden, stop." Grover hurriedly stepped forward and blocked Ogden's sword with the war hammer in his hand, it was not that he didn't want to kill the cub, but it would make Zippa furious once every time, and he still chose to endure the cub's crying rather than face his little brother's indiscriminate rage.

"Zipa." Zippa stood up, his feeble head for some reason holding this maternal affection, he took the gray worm in his arms, roared at Ogden, and picked up his gigantic mace.

"Alright, Alright, Ogden, don't provoke Zipa." Grover hurriedly pulled Ogdon away, and he was very worried, but he still had to find an opportunity to throw away the gray bug, which was the name they had given the little bug.

"Zipa." Zippa pointed at the child in his arms with a clumsy finger, and then to his own mouth.

"Got it, got it." Grover said impatiently, knowing that the little kid was hungry again.

A carriage swayed along the path, a family of rich peasants who had sold their land and possessions in their homeland to move to the town where their relatives lived, where they thought they could find a better opportunity, but a few pairs of eyes were staring at them in the bushes by the roadside.

"Wow, wow~~." The farmer's wife had just given birth to a child, and they already had three children, and his wife added a daughter to him, holding the baby in her arms.

"Stop." Just as the farmer and his wife sat in the carriage, looking forward to the infinite future of the future, an ugly dwarf appeared in the middle of the road.

"What is it, robber?" The farmer's wife covered her clothes in horror, she had just been breastfeeding her daughter.

"What are you? We are just poor peasants, with no money and no food. The farmer seemed much calmer, and though he felt that the robber was not a great threat in the Swabian principality, he put his hand on a pitchfork beside the carriage, which was the only weapon he could use to defend himself.

"Don't worry, we don't want money or food." It was Grover who stood in the way, and he held the hammer to his shoulder and said to the man who had been robbed.

"This is the road of Lord Duke Swabia, and his patrol will be there soon." The farmer said in shock, and he couldn't help but put his hand on the family behind him.

"They've long since gone back to the town tavern, and are you still counting on those lords to save you?" At this moment, Ogden jumped out from the other side with a sword in hand, dashing the hopes of the farmer and his family.

"What do you want us to do?" The farmer hugged his family and said tremblingly, from the two heavily armed robbers, he was completely desperate.

The gray worm sucked the *** continuous supply of breast milk into his little belly contentedly, and the farmer's wife helplessly breastfed the child, her face full of tears, because her family was tied to a tree.