The smoke of the war just now had not yet dissipated, and a young Toulouse tribesman couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the ruined scene in front of him.

"Wouldn't it be a pity to be ruined after decades of operation?"

As the first barrier between the Toulouse and the outside world, this ridge camp is known as the "Maginot Line" in the north, and "maginow" can be understood as "impregnable" or "unshakable" in the Toulouse language.

However, in the eyes of the world's top powerhouses, this line of defense is like a pebble, and a kick of the leg can make it collapse.

The head of the head of the Avalanche Rabina was squatting on a big rock at this moment, with a dry cigarette in his mouth, his eyes staring blankly into the distance, and his heart was extremely hesitant.

None of the left and right followers dared to come forward to persuade him, and provoking him at this time was tantamount to death.

"How many years, alas," Rabina muttered to himself.

"We are immersed in our own world, resting on our laurels, and not thinking of progress, so that we will be punished by the snow god, which leads to today's situation."

"That's it, that's it", Rabina jumped down from the boulder and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

"Pass my order, everyone, etc., be sure to evacuate to the Liku patio within half an hour, with all the supplies."

The Toulouse began the great evacuation, carrying the wounded away on stretchers, rolling up the barracks, putting all the food and meat on the cold ice tigers, dragging their children and daughters, and marching in the direction of the Liku patio.

After about an hour, Yang Jian's team came to the ridge.

"Don't let your guard down, beware of the ambush of the Toulouse!" , Yang Jian looked around and found that the place was empty.

"The smoke has not yet cleared, the campfire is still burning, and the ground is crisscrossed with ravines," Billis observed.

"Hmm", Yang Jian nodded, "It seems that their army has been evacuated in its entirety."

"Amuli, Basturu", Yang Jian looked at the two hostages who were firmly bound.

"What the hell is going on?"

Amuli swallowed, a puzzled look.

"I got the order to come and arrest you before, the big battalion is here, why did you disappear all of a sudden?"

"So where might they have gone?" , Yang Jian asked patiently.

"It should be in the direction of the Riku patio, where we have our second line of defense."

"Hmm", Yang Jian was not embarrassed by the two captives, he used the slaughter flying knife to untie the ropes for the two and let them return to the team.

"Head, why let them go?" , Hans asked, puzzled.

"The Toulus tribe must have suffered some major changes, even disasters", Yang Jian stared at the depths of the snow-capped mountains, "If I don't fall into the well at this time, they will definitely be able to recognize my good intentions."

"The next time we deal with each other, they will treat each other with courtesy."

"I see", Hans suddenly realized.

"Why don't we set up camp here first, and visit the Riku Courtyard tomorrow, and Bilis is in charge of keeping watch tonight, and if there is any trouble, let us know immediately."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he took out a copy of the Arad Naturalist Chronicles of the Ten Thousand Years of Snow Mountains.

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, puzzled.

"I think, when this adventure is over", Yang Jian raised the book in his hand, "I want to write a letter to the publisher of the Arad Naturalist Chronicles, about their 10,000-year-old snow-capped mountains."

"It's all ready to be taken off the shelves", said Yang Jian and threw the thick book on the ground.