The soldiers, led by the centurion, marched in an orderly manner in the direction of Yorktown. The baggage procession also began to move, waving their whips, and one by one the wagons drove out of the city gates and joined the army.

"Young Master, the werewolf scouts of the orcs are all over the place, and I'm afraid they will get the news." Luo Wei stood behind Qin Feng, looking at Qin Feng, frowning, he didn't understand Qin Feng's move a little. The sneak attack on York City was already a strategy that had been set at the beginning, but with what he said just now, wasn't the young master worried about leaking secrets?

"No, it won't." Qin Feng waved his hand, saying this, he couldn't explain it. He also knew the disadvantage of this, but all the soldiers were recruited from within the system, and he didn't worry about loyalty, and as for worrying about werewolf scouts, he even asked the guards to carefully patrol the surroundings several times in advance.

"And even if they knew, what would it be? Lowell," he said, "you and I know the situation in York City, and the number of orcs is less than a thousand. We, with the allies of the White Wolf Tribe, are close to two thousand, and even if they have high walls, what can they do to stop us, and we have weapons against them. ”

Qin Feng glanced at the city, two groups of war horses were holding a specially elongated carriage, and on its carriage was covered with a thick layer of fur, and a corner was faintly exposed under the fur, like wood and metal.

Luo Wei looked at Qin Feng suspiciously, he didn't know what the weapon Qin Feng was talking about, but he could only nod, at this time he was even more curious about the weapon that the young master said.

Qin Feng patted Luo Wei on the shoulder and walked down the city tower.

The procession was far away, the open gate slammed shut again, and the town of Boole, which had been noisy for a day, fell silent again, and only the townspeople excitedly waited for the return of their relatives.

The guards on the walls have also become more stringent, both on the walls and in the town, and there are heavily armed soldiers who will guard the town of Bull.

On the hill behind the town of Bull, a group of people stood on a rock that protruded high above the deep cliffs below. The silver moon shone in the sky, and the lilac moonlight shone down, enveloping everyone.

At the bottom of the hill is the town of Bull, where you can vaguely see everything in the town, Theron looks at it with his dark eyes.

"Chief." This was the werewolf's new name for Theron, as they had called him since they learned that Shadow Wolf had given command of all of his armies to Theron.

"They're gone, it's time for us to prepare." Theron knew who the werewolves were talking about, and he took another look at the town of Bull, which was full of fire, and turned around, "Get ready to go down the mountain." He commanded.

The werewolves scattered in all directions, and soon the silent mountain forest was filled with the sound of noisy footsteps, and a team of orcs gathered in front of him, and then walked before his eyes, and ran down the mountain. Theron sat on the back of the white wolf, and suddenly looked back at the depths of the mountain forest.

It was the Shadow Wolf, who was riding on the back of the Mounted Wolf and looked at himself expressionlessly.

"Go down." Theron patted the white wolf on the head, and the white wolf jumped off the rock, following behind the orcs. The sight behind him hadn't disappeared yet, and Theron knew that it was the last order the Shadow Wolf was giving him, that if he couldn't complete the mission, then he wouldn't want to live.

The rumbling footsteps were absorbed by the thick layer of snow, and there was no sound at all, except for a few crows that were occasionally startled in the mountains and forests.

The quiet town of Bull did not see this potential enemy.

The snowfield at night is exceptionally beautiful, like a shy beauty, splashing her beauty wantonly.

"What a beautiful scene, Lowell, I didn't see such a view last time, but this time I finally saw it, it is worthy of the night view of the north." Qin Feng put on a cloak and stood outside the tent, looking at the snowfield soaked in the purple moonlight in the distance, and sighed sincerely.

Although he had seen heavy snow and snowfields in his previous life, the scene in front of him was indeed beautiful that he had never seen or imagined.

"Yes, young master," Lowell nodded, and said, "Although in the eyes of the southerners, the weather in our northland is harsh and there is a lack of products, but his beauty is not something that those southerners can experience. They stayed in the mud houses, smelling the smell of the dirt and drinking the muddy water. ”

"If you say that, what are we drinking?" Qin Feng said funny, at this time, he didn't want to put on a baron stand, just as a conversation between friends.

"Tears of the Father, of course." Lowell smiled: "The snow fell from the sky, and all we drank was the snow water after the snow melted, which was naturally the tears of the Father. ”

Qin Feng thought it was quite interesting, "What do southerners drink?" ”

"Urine, of course, young master." Lowell laughed: "Only urine will be fishy, and only southerners can drink it." ”

"Haha....." Rowell's words made Qin Feng laugh, this is the funniest joke he has ever heard since he came here, what would Engels think if he heard it. Perhaps with his cunning personality, he would have laughed as much as he did, and continued to laugh at those southerners.

It was late at night, and all the soldiers except the sentry soldiers fell into a deep sleep, and the silent snow field was only the crackling of firewood and the tired snoring of the soldiers, and only the occasional wolf howl in the distance would cheer up the sentry with lowered eyelids.

At the foot of the camp, in the back of a tent, the fire did not shine here, making it pitch black, and the sentries did not pay attention to this corner.

A figure grasped something with both hands and carefully moved along the shadows of the tent, trying not to make a sound, and his hands clutched at what was constantly moving.

It was Amüller, who carefully touched the side, took out a roll of parchment from his bosom, and carefully wrapped it around the body of the object in his hand. Then after checking it a few times, I threw out what I was doing. The animal screamed, pulled its legs, and ran off into the distance.

"A rabbit." The sentry was awakened by the sound of the animal, and one of the sentries looked twice, cursed twice, and did not take it seriously, there were many rabbits on the snowfield, and many rabbits in the wild were alarmed when the army marched.

The rabbit ran wildly, and the stuff around it made it very uncomfortable, and it jumped up and down, trying to get rid of it, but to no avail.

Suddenly, a bloody mouth appeared on its head, and it only had time to scream, but it was silent, and a splash of blood stained the snow red.

It was a white wolf, and it still had a rabbit with low blood in its mouth, and the werewolf on the back of the white wolf reached out from the wolf's mouth and lifted the rabbit to his eyes, and looked at it. He took the parchment from the rabbit into his arms, then threw the dead rabbit into the white wolf's mouth, turned the wolf's head, and ran in the direction of Bulltown.