Hill sat quietly with his eyes closed, in the rickety carriage, recalling relevant fragments about Ruda. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If nothing happens, in a quarter of an hour, Rudaburg will be in sight.

Ruda, don't let me down.

"Stop!" Soldton's angry shout outside the car interrupted Hill's train of thought.

"All staff, ready for battle!"

How did you encounter enemy troops here?

Hill hurriedly poked his head out of the car, and the Nord royal guards in front of the formation had quickly formed a shield formation, and the well-trained Nord archers in the rear had all drawn their bowstrings.

What kind of enemy is it that makes Salton so nervous?

On the distant horizon, large expanses of sand and dust were raised, and the first to break out of the dust storm was a blood-red banner embroidered with gold wire into the emblem of a double-headed eagle, which was particularly dazzling in the dim dust.

Behind the banner was a cavalry unit of about 100 men, all of whom were dressed in leather armor, each armed with a spear, several short spears and short bows, and a white background and black pointed sea eagle tail feathers inserted in the hood and arm straps.

Hill smiled, as expected.

Nord Scout Cavalry Regiment!!

The Nords had always admired fighting on foot and regarded cavalry as cowards who depended on foreign objects, but after years of warfare, the Nords gradually realized that no matter how strong a warrior on the plains could resist the steel torrent of heavy cavalry.

As a result, some young generals began to focus on building a cavalry unit belonging to Nord.

Ruda's son, Callad, is one of them.

The Nord Reconnaissance Cavalry Regiment is said to have been trained with the assistance of a certain Kujit, mainly mounted archery, and is mainly responsible for reconnaissance, raid, containment and other highly mobile combat missions.

The older generation of generals was so dismissive of the new army that former Field Marshal Eden even refused to recognize its strength.

But even so, no one can deny the power of this force!

In the early years of its founding, the regiment used guerrilla warfare methods to single-handedly block the invading force of nearly 800 people in Vigia on the Kulau Plain.

The following year, when Field Marshal Eden was defeated and retreated, as a broken rear team, it successfully pinned down the main force of nearly 500 people in Svadia.

Three years after the establishment of the regiment, in the siege of Fort Elbuk, it broke through the encirclement of more than 1,000 people in Vigia, and cooperated with the main force of King Ragnar, who had been besieged for three days, and successfully broke out of the siege.

Although it was not recognized by the older generation, it enjoyed a high reputation in the army, and some generals even called it "wind cavalry" to show its swiftness.

With such a powerful force, it is no wonder that Salton did not dare to slack off.

Friend or foe?

Commanding Soldton's right hand was raised in the air trembling slightly, and his right hand would not hesitate to swing down as soon as the opponent came into range, or put on any offensive stance.

In just the blink of an eye, the reconnaissance cavalry regiment had already rushed to a distance of more than two hundred meters. With a short howl from the leader of the group, the cavalry pulled the reins of their horses and stopped on the spot. Only the two of them broke away from the group and rode slowly towards the front of the battle.

In a few moments, the two men were in front of the formation, and Soldton looked fixedly, and one of them was a little short, with short brown hair standing upside down like a hedgehog, a high forehead, and a face so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary, so ordinary that it seemed to plunge into a pile of people, and it was no longer recognizable, but a pair of eyes shone like steel. He had already seen this person, and it was the long-known Calade. And the man beside him, his skin was very different from that of the Nords, showing a strange earthy yellow, and his black hair was tied into braids under the white crown, this strange hairstyle and complexion, it was probably the rumored Kugit man, right? But on closer inspection, he felt that the man was taller and stronger than the Kugit and the Nords, and his naked upper body was covered with thick muscles, like a cheetah ready to attack.

Salton stared at Kallad tightly and frowned, "Long time no see, Major General Kalard." ”

Callad grinned, "yes, long time no see, Uncle Soldton. Then he looked at Chris Sean next to Soldton, "And Chris." ”

Salton didn't relax in the slightest: "What the hell are you doing?"

Kalade still said lightly: "I have been ordered by my father to invite Lord Hill to Rudaburg. ”

"Since it's a well-intentioned invitation, why use Ge Bing!"

"Forgive me for being rude, we're just going to invite Lord Hill alone. ”

"What are you kidding! It's not clear whether it's friend or foe, how can I let an adult be alone in danger!"

Calad smiled bitterly: "That uncle is obviously trying to force me to be rude." ”

Salton shouted: "Presumptuous!"

Chris Sein beside him immediately waved his hands, and three silver rays of light flew out like a shuttle, drawing four completely different trajectories, locking Kalade's eyebrows, throat, and heart respectively, castrating fiercely and roaring away.

Ding-ding!

The Kugit big man jumped in front of him in an instant, and the flying spear swung out two of the silver lights, and the remaining one saw that the spear couldn't be returned, and the big man stretched out his hand, and the big hand grabbed it suddenly!

Unexpectedly, the flying knife was extremely violent, and that grasp could only slightly change the direction of its flight, and after rubbing a blood line in the big man's hand, it sank into the ground.

"Two bears... Hurt.... Awesome," the big man shook his head as if he couldn't believe it, and said intermittently in the Calradian lingua franca.

"Hey, Chris, you're not going to hold a grudge against me after three years, are you?" Callad said with a smile, "Isn't it just a first-class graduate, as for being so stingy?"

"Hmph!" Chris Sein swept away the playful look before, and replaced it with a grim face: "If you can't even catch this, you have no value in being the first in the academy, so it's better to die." ”

"Even if it's friend or foe, it's better to die. Anyway, with me - that's enough, allies or something, it's just a burden!"

A cold light flashed in the corner of his eye, and he caught four more throwing knives between his fingers, ready to fly out at any time.

"Stop!" shouted Ciel, scurrying out of the carriage. "I'll just let him go. ”

"Lord Hill, this is too dangerous!" Salton said. In the lord's hall of Rudaburg, the flames were constantly shaking in the fire tray, and the firewood made a crackling sound.

The firelight stretched the figures standing in the hall, and they jumped on the ground with indecision.

The atmosphere in the hall was unusually solemn, like a huge quagmire, which was suffocating.

Squeak~

The door was pushed open, and Callad's voice seemed to be suppressed by the strange atmosphere, and he called out tentatively, "Father, Lord Hill is here. ”

Ruda didn't turn around, just nodded slightly.

Hill Xinbu paced into the hall, bent down and saluted, and said loudly: "Finlikqing, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?"

"Andrew, are you afraid of death?"

Ruda's trembling voice was hollow and substantial, as if it had come from far, far away.

Hill replied indifferently: "People are inherently mortal, for the sake of great cause, what is there to fear when they die?"

"Okay, hahaha, okay!" Ruda burst out laughing, his laughter mixed with a bit of madness and penetration: "What is there to fear if you die! Ragnar that fool can have a courtier like you is a gift from God!"

Relieving his breath, Ruda's hoarse voice continued: "How can you be sure that I didn't follow the son of the first king to raise the anti-flag?"

"From your actions!" Hill touched the bridge of his nose: "If Finlik has already surrendered to the enemy camp, then you should send troops to attack Djerberg as soon as possible, drive the Svadians away, and prevent them from splitting the rebels' territory in two and rebelling in vain." Or they could send their troops straight into Tihrog and quickly cooperate with Tiha's rebels to occupy the imperial capital of Sagos. ”

"But your army is barely moving, you're waiting!"

"My model of the Nord Kingdom's soldiers, the great General Ruda, what is it that makes you so swaying?"

"If it's just a matter of interest, King Ragnar can give a more enticing one... ”

"his interests, his ragnar, his rebels!!" Rueda turned abruptly, his distorted face filled with a tired look, his bloodshot eyes filled, and his chapped lips opened and cursed.

"Hill Andrew!!" Ruda continued to shout excitedly: "People call you a god and call you the No. 1 think tank of Nord!!"

shouted in vain and turned into a wry smile: "Sad!!"

"It's not that you can calculate the hearts of the people in the world, it's just that you know how to calculate interests best!!And the saddest thing is that this world only talks about interests!!"

"Have you ever thought about the common people who lost their loved ones in the war!"

"Have you ever thought about those wandering spirits who scream on the battlefield at midnight? ”

"Are the interests really so important, or are the interests of the people sacrificed for the benefit of a few people!?"

"What a child!!"

Hill was stunned in vain, Ruda's words were completely unexpected.

Syllable~

A sheepskin scroll is tossed in front of Ciel.

The scroll was slowly opened, and the picture on it made the well-informed Hill gasp.

The entire picture is a distorted human form.

Whether struggling, vomiting, or coma, everyone was covered with abscesses, and many of the broken abscesses were bleeding disgusting pus.

A man in the lower left corner, mouth wide open, hands desperately tearing at his chest, as if something was squirming inside his chest, trying to burst out.

In the middle of the picture, swollen corpses are piled up like a hill, and even the scavenging crows are not far away, but only quietly watch from a distance.

What is it?

Even if it's hell, it's nothing more than that, right?

"It was the village of Aderun a month ago. Ruda said weakly.

"What?" Ciel's exclaimed.

Located south of Tiha and backed by mountains and facing the sea, the village of Adrun is inaccessible but has the most beautiful sandy beaches in the whole of Nord, and is a holiday destination for many nobles and a source of inspiration for many poets and painters.

Adelon, who has always been known as the peach garden of the world, how can he be like this!?

Ruda said almost dreamily: "A month ago, a man in gray and a team of soldiers and horses entered Aderun in the name of the prophet, and soon after the villagers began to get sick, vomiting, high fever, pustules all over their bodies, and finally vomiting black blood and dying in agony. ”

"Those villagers who were not yet sick tried to flee the village, but they were brutally suppressed by the army. ”

"Those demons actually watched the villagers die one by one like this... ”

Ruda could barely speak, covering his face with his hands and breathing heavily.

"Well, this scroll is. Hill asked.

Ruda let go of his hands, his eyes already red: "My Goodry, my poor Goodry." She was on vacation there at the time!" She tilted her body as if she could no longer hold it and was about to fall to the ground.

Calade hurriedly hugged his fallen father and said, "We finally rescued my sister, but unfortunately, she only had one breath left. The scroll and the events are depicted by the narrative she recounted before she left. ”

"They're experimenting with villagers!!" Calade's fists clenched.

"Do you remember what I just asked you?

Am I afraid of death?

No, I'm not afraid at all!

But being tortured and dying like this is difficult for normal people to accept.

Goodrey's beautiful face at the ball seemed to be still in front of her, and such a beautiful girl was going to suffer so much torture and die in ugliness and pain!

And the hundreds of unarmed villagers!

Heaven does not allow it!

"Those demons, all I need now is a desperate person and I will send them back to hell!" Ruda struggled to sit up, gasping for air.

Hill finally understood everything.

The habitual smile didn't return to his face again.

The corners of the mouth, which were habitually curved upward, seemed to have lost its strength.

Hill looked at the gray-haired old general, "I see, Finrik. This group of demons will be destroyed by our own hands!"

One is one and one is martial, and the two of Nord's most prestigious people hold each other's hands vigorously.

Do the right thing for heaven and swear to destroy the traitors!

Calad suddenly remembered something and asked, "Lord Hill, I heard that you have brought out the most elite troops in the Imperial City, and the city's air defense is weak, isn't it very dangerous?"

Hil tugged on his glasses and replied lightly: "That's just a bluff to cover people's eyes, if there is no accident, the war between Tiha and Cherbek is already raging, right?"

Hill lifted his glasses and looked directly at the face of the young general opposite, with a relaxed expression: "Everything is still in the calculation, don't worry, Soldton." ”