Early morning.

One by one, the thick logs smashed on the ground frozen by blood, breaking the silence of the red clay slope.

A group of strong men with ice and snow broke into the cave where the bear goblin prisoners were being held, and the wails that sounded completely woke up the sleeping red clay slopes.

It wasn't until the lord blew the rallying cry that woke people from their dreams and threw them into nightmares that they ceased.

The post-war meeting was held on logs laid down by the mastiffs.

The industrious hobbits have set up iron pots and boiled pots of hot soup, with horse bones, dried fish, and clusters of fern hooks, tumbling in a rich tan color, and the fragrance wafts for ten miles.

Kosha withdrew from the cave with his brothers, just in time to see several of Shandora's fierce men piling up on the logs, pointing to the river.

The lord was still wearing a sleeveless linen shirt, his whole fat arm resting on his knees, and he sat high on a wooden pile, looking out over the horizon beyond the red earth.

None of the three beautiful lord's wives appeared, and today's fat man seemed particularly lonely.

"Green trees in a row", the black bear man hummed "Logging Song", the black axe jumped, the white wood chips flew, and the thick logs gradually squared, as if to make a stool suitable for the pier. Chief Bebo was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, and the blood that had penetrated the outermost layer of his chest dried up and fell off. Judging by the sweaty appearance of his busy nose, the injury should not be serious.

On the occasion of winter, he shaved off his long sweat hair, and Brother Luobi, who was regretting it these days, rewrapped himself in gray orangutan fur, and the reversed leather was tensed on the huge body, like a large toad, much more ugly than when he was shirtless! Rhythm ventriloquism.

The big-mouthed Orario was surprisingly quiet today, his waist full of fat straight, and he leaned on a log under the lord, like a Big Ben, motionless and silent. Kosha turned around to take a look, only to find that this guy had a stack of yarn paper on his knee, and a pen made of mandarin duck hair was writing and drawing on the paper, but he was writing poetry!

No wonder Verren would stand beside the big mouth! The hippopotamus people envied the archery skills of the House family, and the House archers also longed for the poetry of the hippo people.

Kosha leaned closer to his head, and there were only four sentences on the paper:

"After my repeated chanting,

The peach blossoms are finally red;

Don't laugh at me for dying too absurdly,

At the stroke of a thought, the leaves fell one after another. ”

Rubbing the blood and mud off his shoes next to his big mouth, the mastiff sniffled and said, "It's beautiful to read, why do I smell a commotion?"

Li Dazui was taken aback, pretending to hide the poem in his hand in a panic, and said: "Damn! Kou Tou, will you appreciate poetry?

"There is a priest who teaches us to read. Kosha changed to another foot, rubbing the mud against the big mouth's ass, and the crimson color rubbed against his pants, making the pot-bellied man look like he had leaked.

According to yesterday's battle record, this fat guy cut the most people! Mastiffs don't have a chance to participate in the war!

He didn't believe in evil, and a prisoner actually knew how to appreciate poetry? What else do you need a hippopotamus poet to do?

"Say that you tried your best to chant poetry, and finally pushed down a girl, but you died in the belly, and you were unwilling!" Kosha patted the shoulder of the "slasher", full of sympathy and comfort.

"I'm Dibolo!" "I'm obviously describing the bravery of the bear goblins, and satirizing the inadequacy of the human robbers!

"Such a poem is from your hand, misunderstanding is normal! Check doesn't wear pants to make people take them off, but there are always people who want to take them off!" Veron's comment is like the archery of a sharpshooter, and it kills blood with one stone!

"Crackle you rumbling!" he shouted, pulling out the only intact mussel shell axe from his waist, and shouted, "You are seriously guilty of preconceived prejudice, and I will send you a gladiatorial fight to save you from the wrong direction!"

"Come on, you're just a poet, not a knight, and you're going to fight stonemasons and hunters, or I'll train with you?" said Big Black Vault, stopping what he was doing.

Li Dazui looked at the real knight canonized by the temple, and then looked at the cuboid on the ground, opened his mouth, and was immediately deflated. The Bimon proverb "Pierre plays with an axe in front of him" is a very accurate description of the current situation of the hippo poet.

"The principle is the same. The lord suddenly interjected, "Shandora has many beautiful women, but they are not here to lure wolves into the house, but someone will always put their hand in, this time it is a bear goblin, and next time it may be an ogre." ”

"Luring the wolf into the house" is an allusion in Beamon. The "wolf" here does not refer to the Wolf werewolf, but to Wolf's cousin, the Waucher weasel. Weasel is a well-known scoundrel among Beamon, who is particularly fond of bullying Chikin women. Some of the unbearable Chekin women sued the city lord, but the Wauçer weasel bit back, saying that the Chekin woman had lured them. Now use this allusion to satirize some bad habits of someone and bring in bad people or enemies.

The greatest hippopotamus poet found in vain that he had no reason to refute, so he said stiffly: "You are killing the creative enthusiasm and future of a promising young man!"

"Come on, you!" Ouyang was amused by the big mouth, and the bitterness in his heart was swept away, and said, "If you really have a heart, write a song for Shandora." ”

"'Born to drink, then who will forge the sword' or something?" Brother Luo Nose raised his head and actually spit out a poem!

"Obislachi! Even you caveman can write poetry!" the hippopotamus poet's mouth was as surprised as his weapon, and his mouth was wide open!

"Occasionally, occasionally!" the mammoth's nose curled like the neck of a red-crowned crane.

"Alright, everyone is here, it's time to get down to business. ”

Ouyang saw Elder Crassus walking over with a cane on his face and a spring breeze on his face, and stopped discussing poetry with a few bad people.

"Cullen, tell me about last night's interrogation. Ouyang gave instructions and took the hot soup from the hobbit.

Cullen leaned his ass on the stool he had carved out, took a sip of the horse bone broth specially added with honey, and detailed the results of last night's interrogation.

"Actually, I still have a few questions about the captive's statement. That Barry, though sincere, always felt that he could not be trusted. It's an instinct I've cultivated through many interactions with human beings. Cullen motioned for the Hobbit chef to add another bowl of soup to him, licked the soup, and spat out a sentence:

"First, timing. ”

"Second, intelligence sources. ”

"Third, intelligence accuracy. ”

After saying that, Cullen's black bean eyes swept around. The eyes of the former sergeant major are very clear, since everyone here is a militia of Shandora, you should have consciousness, become the consciousness of the militia, and start military literacy from this moment!

Born in Camp Beamon, exposed to military training, and ready to become a soldier, the mastiff secretly puffed up his chest first, his facial features squeezed, and the scars on his eyebrows were torn into a bow.

Kosha said: "...... Occasion. The enemy appeared in our absence. On the night of our arrival, there was an appearance when the men had left the territory to cut wood. The timing was so good. And also...... The enemy seems to be spouting our movements all the time!"

"Scouting?" The former sergeant major took a sip of the soup in the bowl, holding the empty bowl and comparing it to the top of the red clay high slope, "The red clay high slope has a wide field of vision all around, and with Hérault as an aerial scout, how can the enemy scout us? If we follow all the way, can we not see Niu Er? The opportunity that the enemy grasps is not the time to appear, but the time to start making preparations!"

This pointed to the key explanation and woke up the reckless people in the field.

Instead of agitating a group of bear goblins, the Misty Valley bandits are trying to incite a group of bear goblins, but spend days agitating bear goblins!

How many days did it take for Shandora and her party to get from Witherston to the Red Slopes?, and how could the enemy be able to catch up with the front foot?

Because Shandora and her party turned a corner and swam around the Charles! And these few days, just give the Misty Valley a buffer of time to encourage the bear goblin to be able to step on Shandora's heel to kill!

In this way, it is not difficult to see one point: the enemy's intelligence was sent as soon as they left Witherston.

"But what does that mean?" Kosha's mind struggled to keep up.

"Judging from the timing, the enemy's intelligence was indeed sent from Witherston, which is consistent with Barry's account. As I said just now, I can only believe half of this human being's words. Since the previous confession is true, then the latter is false!"

Ouyang added: "This shows that the other party did place a dark chess move in Witherston, most likely those human merchants, it is not difficult to guess that the other party must have a plot against Witherston in doing so." But...... It's not something we can do anymore. Dealing with the next wave of attacks in the Misty Valley is our goal. ”

"Lord Luke, it's actually still related. We can use this to repair the Southern Temple, and ask it to send sacrifices to help us deal with the next attack. Cullen noted.

"It's good to get help, but I don't think the temple necessarily sends out sacrificial aid. The reason for this comes back to the issue we just discussed. Is the Misty Valley really having a dark chess set up in Witherstone? It's just our speculation, will the Temple believe it? That is, we haven't guessed the enemy's intelligence sources yet, which is the second point Cullen mentioned. ”

Speaking of this, Ouyang had other concerns floating in his heart.

He took the people of the two tribes of Yero and the land spirits, all the way south from the plateau, and the vast soup soup, a team of tens of thousands of people, attracted how much attention along the way?

Why did the misty bandits receive the news that there were more than a dozen elves? Whoever it is, they will pay attention to the Hérault in the team first! These are thousands of beauties!

In addition, the number of Shandora mastiffs is now three hundred and fifty-one, of whom fifty-five have joined from the crossroads. Why is the enemy's intelligence more than 200? This is a reconnaissance of the enemy's camp, not a count of sheep before going to bed! There is a proverb in Beamon, "A mastiff is better than three tigers," which refers to a formally trained mastiff whose combat strength is comparable to that of three Tiger warriors. Even if the mastiff prisoner's combat power is not developed, he is a complete rookie, but he is always a strong fighting race of Beamon, which is a name that cannot be ignored!

Why did you ignore dozens of mastiffs? And the prisoners who joined at the crossroads!

The information obtained by the enemy is so incorrect! What kind of hearsay did it come from?

PS：

It's actually more than 5,000 chapters.,But it's all dialogue.,If a chapter is too long.,I'll skip it.,Cut it into two chapters.,Because I like to write a little analysis of the mastiff elephant at the beginning of this chapter.。