Walker's remnants were defeated like a flock of defeated roosters, and they followed Walker, the Earl of Alpha, on the road to Jarfin at the foot of the Ella Mountains, losing all their honor and supplies, just because of their commander's wrong siege orders and idiotic assault strategy. Although the Ella Mountains in winter are not as snowy as Sheffield, the yellow leaves of the lonely cypress forest are still covered with a thick layer of frost, and the whole air is cold and gloomy.

"It's bad enough, don't chirp." The one who spoke quietly was a junior officer with a brown tassel on his head.

"Centurion, we're only a few dozen buddies left! Why are you still following this idiot count? Now is not a good time to get promoted and make a fortune. One of the Yafen soldiers beside him bowed his head and muttered in a low voice.

"Say less of that now, watch your head." The centurion squinted at the Buffenburg soldier beside him, "Stay away from the Count on the Black Horse at night, brothers have their own total, shhh, now shut your foul mouth." ”

The defeated soldiers of the Jarfenburg seemed to be whispering in secret, discussing how to escape from the ruined army, which could be attacked by the Entre at any moment; Discuss how to drop the shield with the coat of arms of Aven that is wanted by the Earls of Entre and the Barony of Woodbank. Of course, if it were possible, they would have discussed how to take out the once conceited Earl of Yafen, and if it weren't for the 14-man team of close-fitting hoplites inseparably protecting the defeated Earl Walker, they might have rushed up and stabbed this defeated rooster to death.

That night, they set up camp in a secluded cypress grove in the Ella Mountains, but did not dare to light a bonfire. It was just a simple fence made of tree trunks and branches found in the Ella Mountains, and the fence was enclosed in a circle to prevent the invasion of wild beasts in the mountains at any time.

Walker kept complaining about the Earl of the Red Boar, cursing at the Earl's cunning (in fact, there was nothing new in this kind of arrangement—all because our Mr. Walker was like a failing Ryan Camp student in commanding the army this time), and he and a few of his knightly cronies sat in the middle of a simple "cottage" surrounded by a rotten wooden hedge, and fiddled with the disturbed non-venomous brown snake on the ground in a daze, until their eyes were sleepy. The armoured BMWs on their mounts were tied to cypress trees very close to the camp, and were guarded by four knights of the guards in turn, changing shifts at regular intervals, and Walker had nothing to watch over the remnants of the soldiers on foot, whether they were heavily armed sergeants or lightly armed infantrymen, or Walker couldn't watch over them at all, and they were now at the instigation of veterans older than themselves, or at the behest of their brothers who had been drafted together to join this damned war. Walker is now nothing more than a Doom Lord being chased by the Entre army like a lost dog, and the nameless woods at the foot of the scruffy Ella Mountains are still far from the lord's own territory, Yafen!

Early the next morning, as the already deserted camp became more empty, Walker's personal guard lieutenant reported, "To the great Earl of Yafen, the troops are ready to be reorganized and counted, and ready to continue their march in the direction of Yafenburg." ”

"What? Your face doesn't seem to be good. It seems that we have dozens of people missing from the barracks. Earl Walker asked the lieutenant of the guard listlessly.

"This is bad news, your Excellency, our army escaped 40 infantry during the night, and now there are only 63 infantry and 14 heavily armored knights left. Among those who escaped was a junior officer in the Affinrien Barracks, a centurion named Pryor Sharp, who was said to be a relative of the Sharp family, the guardian of the King of the Castle. The adjutant of the guards hung his head, and his voice became quieter and quieter.

Walker's lips twitched slightly, he didn't say anything, but rubbed his puffy eyes that seemed to be extremely unstable and sleepy, and with the help of a knight of the guard, he put on Walker's exclusive black war horse, he waved his hand at the lieutenant of the guard, and everything went on in a hurry in silence. He just wanted to return to his territory, reorganize his army, and then find a plausible excuse to trample Woodbank, the accomplice of Entle, with iron hooves, pick up the head of Baron Woodbank Sherlock with his own sword, and throw it into the mud like the camp now, and then go and kill Hunt, the red boar who had humiliated him in this battle.

Walker and his remnants gradually heard the sound of water, and through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the cypress trees on the right side of the road, they could easily see the sparkling water, which was simply crystal clear. There is a vast lake, that is, located in the middle of Yafenburg and Entre source of life - Santa Kana Lake, the western end of Santa Kana Lake is located in the southeast of the city of Entel, the east main stream of Santa Kana Lake is divided into two tributaries, northeast and southeast, the northeast branch into Yafen's water source Raif, the southeast branch finally flows into the fishing sea in the Knight's Valley, the border of mankind. On the southern shore of Santa Kana Lake is the majestic high mountains, the top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round, and the main reason why the water of Santa Kana can extend to the distance is that the iceberg melts snow from the top of the majestic Santa Kana Mountain, which flows through the gap in the mountain into the underground river of Santa Kana Mountain, and the underground lake of Santa Cana Mountain provides a steady stream of fresh water for Santa Kana Lake.

"We have finally fled to the realm of Yafen! Lo and behold, that's Santa Kana Lake! Lake of Life! Praise Akana! We came back alive! The soldiers cheered, and the discipline of the improvised ranks was becoming more and more disjointed.

"Good! Finally escaped from the county of Entle, and finally the worries along the way fell to the ground! Even Earl Walker and his men cheered with him, they dropped their weapons and their heavy shields, and rushed to the picturesque Lake Santa Kana like a group of ** stragglers, they fell to their knees, washed their dirty hands, and they sucked the refreshing sweet water of the lake with their hands with hunger. They had come safely to the land out of reach of the Earl of Entle, on the edge of the lakeside village of Caiyi controlled by Earl Walker's servant, Baron Horton, the Baron of Fort Diefend. They were only halfway to their hometown of Yafen.

"All the soldiers are ready! Our land has arrived. The adjutant's voice became agitated for a moment. The tall and uneven remnants packed up their equipment and regrouped their ranks, and finally raised the tattered Buffet of Jarfen, the brown slanted white background stained with dark brown blood and mud, and the crumpled banner finally survived until it was time to stretch their brows and flutter in the wind.

"Command the troops! Head to the richest lakeside village next to Lake Santa Cana! Earl Walker took a deep breath, he raised his horsewhip and pointed to the looming eastern shore of Santa Kana Lake, "Adjutant, order the troops to move forward at full speed, and tell my men that these defeated roosters are there, and we can relax and relax when we get there!" ”

"Yes! Great Earl! The personal adjutant suddenly swept away the decline, and he gathered the group of defeated remnants in high spirits, "Brothers, ahead is the place where we rest, the lakeside village!" The Earl has an order, full speed ahead! ”

Walker's troops swaggered into the border city of Lakeside Village, not far from Santa Kana Lake, and for a while, chickens and dogs jumped in the lakeside village, but there was no one in sight. According to etiquette, although the land here belongs to the fief of Baron Diefend, the farmers here are still obliged to take the initiative to salute and greet their high lord, but the village obviously does not live up to these basic etiquette.

"I'm so angry! Adjutant, why are the untouchables here so ignorant of the rules? Arrest the village chief for me. Walker's arrogance was quietly revealed once more, and he ordered his personal lieutenant beside him. The personal adjutant came to the village chief's longhouse with a few fierce remnants, and they slammed the door unceremoniously, and in a few moments a thin shriveled old man in a black robe was pulled out of the village chief's longhouse.

"Your Excellency, this is the chief of Lakeside Village." The adjutant pushed and shoved the old man to the earl's horse, "Old fellow, don't kneel yet!" The adjutant pushed the old man to his knees.

Walker stroked his mount's hair like a **, then raised his head, and squinted his eyes at the shriveled old man kneeling under his black horse, "Hey, old man, don't you think your village is very rude?" ”

"Honorable, glorious, Grand Commander of Yafen, Lord of Yafen, our village did not know of your presence." The old man didn't dare to look at Walker, Walker felt very comfortable in his heart, he liked the feeling of enslaving other people.

"Hey, okay, okay, old man, my army has returned from battle, and it has been hard for many days, and you are so stingy that you don't give us a little sustens? Also, you should use 'you' instead of 'you' when addressing me. "Walker wants to ransack this village, but since this is the territory of his vassal Houghton, he has to be patient and try his best to blackmail this lakeside village that should be rich in resources but seems to be stingy and does not want to leave the lake, "This is a serious mistake. It's a crime. ”

"Master of the great House of Easttime, my beloved Grand Commander of Jaffin, Lord of the Earl of Jaffenburg, our village just a month ago provided 2,000 Setyrs of food to your faithful servant, Lord Horton, who guarded the fortress of Divind, and the other day gave you 40 head of cattle and 500 Setyrs, and now our whole village is running out of food. You can just leave us alone. When the old man heard Earl Walker ask him for food, he wept so much that he kept kowtowing to the ground, and his face was covered with mud.

"Huh!?" The unpleasant words reminded Walker of his defeat, and his heart was nameless, and two white gases snorted from his nose, and he drew the one-handed sword with sapphire inlay at his waist and pointed it at the old man's forehead, "Do you recognize this sword?" ”

"Recognize, recognize, this is the sword of power of the Grand Master of the Earl of Eastterm. No one knows the boundaries of Yafen, no one knows it. The village chief nodded diligently, nervousness written on his face.

"I thought you old had forgotten! Ben Jue will give you another chance, and those who know each other will obediently pull out the cattle, sheep and pig food for me, otherwise, hum. Walker threatened the old man who was kneeling on the ground and covered his face with one hand, and made a tongue-sticking expression, then looked around with his sword at the villagers who came out of the farmhouse door one after another, carrying a pitchfork, "What the hell do you guys want to do?" Do you want your village chief to die? Put down your ridiculous farming tools, yes, and your rusty pitchfork, I don't want to go on a killing spree here, your lives were given to you by my Easthem family, remember, don't lose it. ”

The remnants of the defeated soldiers beside Walker swished and pointed their swords, axes, hammers and spears at the farmers who tried to get closer.

"Quick, Kroll," the old man called feebly to the farmer who looked like the old man's son standing beside him. "Go and open the granary in the village, and give the grain to the earl." The old man's eyes were full of tears.

"Father, it's all given to them, what will happen to our village? We will spend the next year with this little bit of food, and if we give them we will have no food! Kroll reluctantly retorted to his father, and the surrounding villagers reluctantly agreed, "yes, what are we going to eat?" ”

"They have eaten up all the oxen that pull the plow!" Some of the brave farmers kept complaining, and their complaints were loud enough for everyone present to hear.

"Greedy nobles!" Occasionally, there are some obvious discordant noises, but that's also a complaint of lack of confidence.

"Alright, well, I've only been gone for a few days, and you lowly bedbugs have the audacity to start disobeying Benjue's orders!" Walker gestured at his anger on his tall armored black horse. The two foot soldiers standing on the side set up the crop, Hancl. There was a punch and kick in Kroll's abdomen, "This unknown guy should beat me to death." ”

"No, no, no! Don't fight, don't fight. I beg you, Lord Earl! The old man continued to kneel on the ground and pleaded, "I will give you all the food, Lord Earl, and I beg you to spare my son." ”

"No, father, you can't give food to these robbers." Before the village chief's son, Kroll, could finish his sentence, and the infantryman's heavy slap knocked him to the ground. The farmers were silent and looked at each other, and the babies in the hands of women and children were crying and crying.

"Youngor, go quickly, open the granary for the Count!" The old man looked back and anxiously instructed his villagers, "Kroll, don't talk any more, if you keep talking, I, the father, will lose your child forever." ”

"Village Chief!!" The farmer named Youngor didn't seem to agree with the village chief's orders.

"Bastard, Youngor, do you want to die or live? You want to kill our whole village? Listen to me! Just go! Did you just watch Kroll get killed by them? The farmer named Youngor was reluctant to hear the village chief's urging, but when he saw the vicious eyes of the soldiers at him, his legs went limp, and his hands began to tremble.

"Go !!" The village chief almost began to growl.

"Okay, okay!" Youngor had to forcibly swallow back the strong dissatisfaction, "Phew! ”

"See, if you don't use force against these inferior bones, they won't yield to you." Earl Walker was very satisfied with his power, he got supplies, he had not tasted the white rice and fragrant cattle and sheep in the past few days of escape, Walker lived directly in the village by the lake, which was a little like a house, and he temporarily requisitioned all the villagers' farmhouses as a rest room for his subordinates, and he threw them all into the largest empty pigsty in the village, and of course there were two heavily armed infantry "guarding" his subjects. Huddled in the stinking pigsty with rats and cockroaches, the villagers stared in horror at the heavily armored soldiers with spears in their hands.

"Goddess Arcana will punish this demon." The village chief curled up in the corner of the pigsty with tears in his eyes, and the woman behind the village chief was holding a baby who was screaming at hunger.

"He'll be punished." Kroll and Youngor gritted their teeth.

"Quiet! I will cut off your tongues when you speak again. The fierce soldier turned his face, glaring at the lamb-like peasants so fiercely that for a moment even the cries of the babies in the pigsty ceased.