"Oh yes, Ofe Mondridge, have your subordinates collected any new information about the cities in the central region?" Walking down the alley around the church, Rucha asked casually.

"As you know, the local officials of the Charles era are still working. Not only have there not been many changes in the direct territories, but there has also been no change in the major territories in the north and south, and even if Doniva is in a posture of imminent battle, they don't have much awareness. ”

"Hmph, they think they can survive the war?"

Walking past the closed shop door in front of the deserted market, several people and the guards continued on their way. Now Hilzi has been strictly scheduled to open the market, and a curfew is about to be put on the table. Although the local residents will have a lot of opinions, they dare not have many complaints due to the military situation. The military discipline of the Western Expeditionary Army of the Shuangyue Church is still quite strict, and the tips of the guns are executed to set an example.

"It's not that Zhe is protecting himself. For example, in a cold and snowy place like the north of Elta, we don't have to attack it, do we? As soon as Doniva is defeated, his little relatives who don't know the times will immediately be pugs for us, so why bother. ”

"Then after all, we still have to enter Shield City." Rucha crossed the stone bridge, and a river boat carrying cargo was heading for the bay. The dry season did not affect shipping in the middle and lower reaches of the Mineva River. As a result, many merchants went to the middle and lower reaches to take boats down the river. Although both the Church of the Two Moons and the New District are working hard to pile up powder kegs, it is impossible for the merchants to be so slow that they don't even notice it, and although the trade partner has become a soldier, money is greater than life, and business can be done. The soldiers don't dare to rob it, first, the boss is strict, and the other is that there will be no next time, so what should I do? Today came a good floss for cleaning teeth, and I was greedy -- tomorrow I will have a beautiful brush, so I have to be glad - fortunately there was no greedy swelling yesterday. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to buy any of today's good things. Don't think that businessmen can die for money, in fact, people who walk on the tip of a knife are the best at mastering the balance between the two sides, and once their lives are in danger, they can run faster than anyone else.

A group of people made their way through the residential areas of fishermen and sailors towards the bay. Although the islands of Lancas are accustomed to seeing the sea and smelling the smell of salt and fish, those who are nestled in the basement will know the value of coming out to get fresh air.

Fisherman's Bay in Hirzi is built with a breakwater outside. There weren't many waves in the breakwater, only the sea breeze caressing the dhow on the fishing boats, and the seagulls hovering in the bay on the sea breeze.

Uninterested in the loading and unloading of goods on the docks, Efmontridge broke away from the protection of the guards and walked straight onto the breakwater. He didn't want to go out to rest and care about the upsetting shipment of supplies, for him to grasp everything he wanted when he needed it, that was his limit and his goal. Other times he just wants to do what he wants to do and satisfy his curiosity...... And so on and so forth. He had little interest in climbing, but he was reprimanded by his father for this.

"Ah, it's like they're always thinking in a box, what's the point!" Offy Mondridge looked at the harbor talking about the sailors carrying the goods, pointing at the people of Rucha and the country, and complained contemptuously.

He turned his head to look at the sea outside the breakwater, what kind of enemy was on the mainland? If you can give him so many problems, it must be the existence of wisdom dominating force, right? After seeing what they are capable of, I hope to continue to see the sea. He didn't want his life to be sent to Elta, a country of unusually cold.

He took out the transparent wine bottle with a cork carefully wrapped in cloth in his fanny bag, and what kind of skilled craftsman worked hard after such a treasure? He pulled out a parchment note, picked up his wand, wrote a sentence on it, stuffed the paper into a wine bottle, and threw it into the sea.

"I hope that Bimoon is with me and my wish can come true." Offet Mondrich knelt on the ground with his hands on his shoulders alternately and prayed. The sea breeze brushed the ends of his hair, and at the same time carried the bottle into the distance with the current.

"Mr. Ofer Mondridge!" There was an exclamation from the harbor. After making a wish, Orfe Mondrich didn't know if he wanted to do some warm-up exercises, so he picked up his wand and used the water walking technique, sometimes walking slowly and sometimes running briskly on the sea inside the breakwater. Rucha, who was on the shore, showed a little envy in his eyes, but turned his head to reprimand the sailors who stood and watched the water float.

The smell of spring and laughter on the docks dispelled the heavy pre-war atmosphere, but how long could they relax? When the dust settles on spring ploughing, they will go to the battlefield of life and death, and in the end this is just the last pastime.

Just under the spring breeze of winter, a falcon has just flown into the blue sea from a southern port, and is flying towards the southeast with its tail in the wind.

"I hope I don't encounter any obstacles, and I must come back safe and sound!" Like a candidate who is expecting but afraid of the results of the college entrance examination, Gihat is still worried about his father's messenger, although it will only take four to five days for him to receive a reply, but today is the sixth day. Approaching the shores of Elta in anticipation and fear, he was unusually nervous. The piece of paper brought back by this small messenger demon could decide the fate of his boatman and the entire Red Dragon Regiment for two hundred years.

Is the action of the hash suspicious? No, even if he could make it up vividly, that picture was not something he could imagine or depict. What if Hash can't come up with a way to allow a large group of Red Dragons to enter the interior safely? Or maybe he didn't come up with a plan that was meticulous enough? Or maybe someone in his ship leaked the news? No, no, no, it can't be...... In short, when a question sinks into the sea, Gihat always pulls a dozen new ones out of his head, and allows himself to be troubled for a while, rather than facing the emptiness of no troubles—perhaps troubles will be a little easier for him than no worries.

The Great Falcon, which Gihat was waiting for, was late, but found the Lancas transport, which was swaying slightly in the waves. This time it was really hard, and the reason for being late was simple: its letter box was taken down and replaced with a beautiful carrying bag - now it was more like a postman.

The bag was full of hash and the planning supplies put in by the staff of the new district, a satellite map of the southern port coast, a waterproof hour hand electronic watch, a complete hash handwritten plan manual, and the most ferocious thing was a signal torch, a signal flare and their instructions, which were the key items of the whole plan.

“…… I don't know how this group has used to determine the position of your ship, if I am not mistaken, you will enter the fjord the next afternoon by the Lancas ship's inspection, and then slow down and do not dock, and do not let the inspection ship approach, and at nine o'clock in the evening of that watch, put one of the sticks into the air according to what is written on that piece of paper and set off a beautiful red firework, and then you should hear a roar and a flashing of red and green lights in the night sky in a certain direction, and then put the last one' Put the torch in your hand, and then get on the rotorcraft that will take you back! Be sure to be fast! …… Don't look back! ……”

The manual also includes a few colorful drawings of a beautiful machine with four metal knives on its head, two kinds of sticks in use, and the last one is a selfie of Hash next to a building in the new district, which shows that he is looking forward to meeting his friends.

"He's fat!" The chef was the first to give his opinion. "This kid can see that he's doing well."

Gihat pressed his gourmand head, "Nonsense, you don't have to put on your socks and shoes every day, and you're fat." But I guess it's pretty tasty, too. ”

Jafizerna had been trying to play with the beautiful watch, but Gihat wouldn't let her. This is the key to saving your life, and if you want to play, you can play it again when you get there. At that time, you can dismantle it. "If you sleep with me for one night." The new owner of the electronic watch joked with the curious Miss Flame - and the red mark on Gihat's face lasted for half a night before it faded.

Of course, it is not possible to sleep for a few nights, and it is not possible for Miss Huoyan to tie the red fruit to the sail cable and hang the mast for the captain to admire for a week, and Gihat will not agree to it anyway, and he can still distinguish which is more important in this regard, which is really commendable.

A group of people looked around three pieces of paper and a few photos on the dim oil lamp for one night. Of course, there is no subtext other than the superficial content, but everyone can tell that the life of the Two Moon Church to hunt them down at all costs is coming to an end.

Over the past two hundred years, the members of the Red Dragons have scattered around the world, using the Flame Dragon I, an era-span steam propulsion ship developed before the fall of the Red Dragon Nation, as a tool for them to constantly change their residence. During this period, there were companion sacrifices, and there were also escapes from death. They also secretly supported certain monarchs in influencing certain local people to break away from the pervasive control of the Bilunar Church, and often retaliated by sinking the Bilunar Church ships and escaping under the encirclement of the fleet...... Resentment and hatred have long been intertwined between the two groups, and there is no way to get rid of them - as long as the Red Dragons still exist, these evils will be passed down from the bloodline step by step, and will never go away.

The ability to take in these people who carry the banner of righteousness and resentment, and whose hands are covered in blood, is the real horror, and what they want is not to destroy the Church of the Two Moons or Lancas...... Gihat slammed himself up from the bed, he seemed to have heard his advice on the verge of waking up, and what was it? Maybe I'm too nervous......