Qin Feng led the army, and at this time he was already close to Fort York, and the sound of fighting and shouting on the battlefield could be heard from a distance.

"Young Master, will we be late," Luo Wei shook his horsewhip, let the war horse run forward in small steps, came to Qin Feng's side, raised his eyes and looked at the situation that was vaguely visible in the distance, his tone was full of worry.

"It's not too late." Qin Feng looked into the distance, "It's not too late, the barbarians are still resisting, if we are really late, there should be a sea of fire over there, the orcs won't stay there, they will definitely burn the barbarian tribe to the ground." ”

"Speed up, Amul, you stay here with the carriage and hide yourself carefully," Qin Feng found Amul and said, "We don't have many people, so we can't leave soldiers to protect you, so everything depends on you, if you see that the situation is wrong, immediately withdraw to Boer Town, don't wait for us." "Qin Feng didn't dare to guarantee victory in this battle, it was like a gamble. If you win, you will be able to live well all winter, and the pressure on Boer will be much less in the following spring, and there will even be strong allies; As for losing, it means that there is nothing, and without his existence and the strength of Boer Town, he will definitely not be able to escape the fate of breaking the city.

"Young Master, I'll go with you," Amul looked at Qin Feng anxiously, how could he stay behind in the face of such a situation, "I'm still your guard." "He was Qin Feng's guard from the beginning, but he was favored by Qin Feng so he handed it over to the housekeeper for training.

"You're not my squire now, Amüller." Qin Feng was very pleased with Amule's loyalty, but he already had enough guards, especially at this time, what if there was one more guard? Amul staying in his place is the best option. He solemnly ordered: "This is the order, Amul. ”

"Yes, young master." Amul nodded unwillingly, but he didn't dare to disobey the young master's order.

Qin Feng nodded, shook the horsewhip and turned the horse, and said loudly: "Speed up, be sure to rush to the battlefield as soon as possible." He looked at Hank again: "Hank, you take the guards to the front to investigate, be careful of the orc scouts, and if you are discovered, don't let one go." "He doesn't have many troops, and if he is tough head-on, he is definitely not an opponent, so he can only take advantage of the fact that the orcs are attacking the barbarian tribes and the troops are gathered on the mountain, and they will raid the past and block all the orcs on the mountain. And in order to realize this strategic plan, the premise is that the orcs must not discover their existence.

"Yes, young master." Hank took the order, rode his horse with a few guards, and disappeared into the snow field ahead.

"Speed up...."

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On the mountain, Siricorn and Norma were shocked by the news of the arrival of reinforcements. Norma organized all the fighting warriors of the clan, men and women, as well as children, to defend the existence of the tribe to the death.

"You take the warriors to stay here and block the orcs, and I'll go to reinforce the big boss." Norma organized the tribe's remaining elite warriors and prepared to go to reinforce the big leader, who he couldn't watch alone and fight ahead.

"Honestly, I should have advised you, but I can't think of any reason to persuade you." Siricorn looked up at Norma and reached out to pat his arm, "You don't have to worry about the rear, I don't want to lose my life here." ”

"Thank you...."Norma gave a rare thank-you, he saw everything they had done for the tribe in Sirigon, they could have left completely, and there was no need to get involved here. Half of the elite human knights had been killed, and the rest were wounded, but each one of them still stood on this last line with the warriors of the tribe without complaint.

"What are you talking about, don't go quickly, it may be too late to wait a while." Sirigon withdrew his hand, patted the cloak on his body, dusted off a snowflake, and looked up at the sky in surprise, it was snowing!

Norma took the last of the tribe's elite warriors, so in the end, Sirigon had only a group of female warriors and young warriors under his command, in addition to the remaining 40 or so cavalry of his own men.

"Is the young master here?" After the housekeeper arranged the matter, he ran over and asked.

"I don't know, now the snow has obscured our vision, and we can't see the situation down the mountain at all now." Sirigon's gaze at the sky, the snow was getting heavier and heavier now, and we couldn't observe the situation down the hill here. The weather in the Northland is changeable in winter, and sudden snowfall is a common thing, and in the blink of an eye, the sky seems to be shrouded in a layer of white veil.

"But we must also be prepared," asked Sirigon, "steward, bring out all the horses, and those horses that have no master will immediately recruit those barbarian warriors who can ride horses." With these old and sick alone, even if the baron fights the orcs at the bottom of the mountain, I am afraid it will be difficult for us to rush down from the mountain. ”

"You're going to use those cavalry as strikers." The butler understood in an instant.

"Hmm—" Siricorn nodded, he was indeed worth the idea. He knew how many troops Boer had in town, and he also had a rough guess about the strength of the orcs. So even if the baron brought all the soldiers, it would be very difficult to defeat these orcs.

What he said before was more to cheer people, when the city gates were breached, and the big leaders gave up their lives to block the front, and the tribe was in danger of collapsing in the blink of an eye. So he had to exaggerate the role of reinforcements, in fact, he knew that it was very difficult to defeat the orcs with the strength of the barbarians and the strength of the baron, and the only way to survive was to break through under the response of the baron.

"Okay, I'll go get ready." The butler nodded, although he knew that these cavalry were obtained by the young master with a lot of effort, but at this time, the woman's heart must not exist, even if this is the only remaining cavalry.

The women of the tribe were armed with weapons, and watched curiously as the dwarf humans pulled out the sturdy war horses, not knowing what they were going to do. Perhaps I don't want to know that the women are holding the weapons of their relatives who have died in battle, skillfully wielding them, and cursing a few orcs from time to time. Maybe it's a matter of living environment, even the women and courage of the barbarians are not much worse than the men.

The cavalry soldiers saddled their horses, fastened their reins, and turned over their horses, and their serious faces were not timid because this was a lifeless mission. Since half of the cavalry had been killed or seriously wounded, Sirigon had the steward select some sturdy warriors from among the barbarian warriors, and they climbed on their horses excitedly under the envious gaze of others.

"Baron, now we are all waiting for you." Sirigon's eagle-like eyes look down the mountain, as if they can see through the heavy snow curtain.