"Slow down, bastard!" the old soldier held on to the trunk of the tree, and soon reached the entrance of the cave, he looked, the entrance of the cave was still a little damp, but it was quite dry to walk inside, except that the temperature was a little lower, there was nothing to complain about. Of course, with the Rhodok cloak, the cold is nothing. At this time, Hammers had already carefully selected a dry place, quickly folded his cloak into a sleeping bag, threw the weight on his body aside, and then sat down happily.

"Go, go, go, I don't know how to honor your boss. The veteran laughed and kicked the young man up, and then took Hammers' place himself, and commanded with a big grin, "Hurry, get some firewood while it's still dark." ”

Seeing that Hammers hesitated for a moment, he kicked him out of the cave with a series of kicks, threw Hammers's spear and shield out of the way, and then grabbed some dry mosses and ferns from the rock wall, lit them with flint, and then took out the dried leaves and dry firewood that had been prepared long ago from the package, and quickly lit a bonfire. His packages always contained dry combustibles, and this foresight allowed him to survive countless bleak nights.

Soon, Hammers, with his spear and shield on his back, rushed back with a large pile of twigs and threw them into the fire.

The veteran was shocked, "Wait, hey!"

However, it was too late, after all, Hammers had been with the veteran for so long, and the branches he picked were of the right size and suitable for burning, so this time, the branches fully touched the flames, and a violent smoke rose up, which instantly filled the entire cave, and the choking smoke kept drilling into their noses and mouths, and their eyes were also reddened, and the two of them coughed while rushing out, and finally felt the breeze blowing on their faces, and they stopped and gasped for breath.

The veteran kicked Hammers twice in the ass in a fit of rage, "You bastard didn't see the campfire lit in the hole, and you still pick up this kind of wet wood, do you have any brains!"

Hammers touched his ass aggrievedly, and said unconvinced, "Didn't they all order like this before, why is it okay?"

"Nonsense," the veteran slapped Hammers in the head again, "why don't you light a campfire in the tent!"

A few days ago, although wet firewood was also used on the spot, it was better to be outdoors, and the evening breeze of Xi Xi was blowing, and no matter how thick the smoke was, it was also blown away.

Hammers tried to speak again, but was suddenly covered by the veteran, and immediately after, a continuous boom and an earth-shattering roar were heard.

"Damn!" the veteran dragged Hammer two steps and shoved him into a thicket.

"How... What's going on?" asked Hammer, half-sitting up, with a bewildered expression.

"Shhh The veteran pressed Hammer's head down, and he poked his head out and stared in the direction of the hole.

"What's up... Hammer reluctantly lifted his head a little, just in time to see a behemoth carrying the smoke coming out of the hole, followed by a heart-rending roar, and it seemed that it was choking in the hole.

"Oh my God, bear!" Hammer exclaimed, but his mouth was immediately covered.

"MD, you're looking for death, shut up!"

Hammers desperately pulled the veteran's hand off his mouth, lowered his voice, and said in a hurry, "Old man, we are in big trouble, it's winter, this is a hibernating bear, it is said that the hibernating bear is quite irritable after being woken up, and he will not give up until he kills those who are looking for trouble... ”

Hammer's head was twitched again, only to hear the old soldier say angrily, "What the hell, Rhodok's bear doesn't hibernate! It looked up, looked around, and sat down on the ground as if it wasn't going to leave.

"My cloak is in it ... ”

"You know, the food is in there, MD. The veteran cursed.

The bear seemed bored, too, and looked around with its fat head, then roared and began to pace around.

"Tsk, it's really strong, it's almost three meters long. ”

"This fur, the noble lords must like it. ”

"Hey, old man, look at the white hairs on its head. ”

"Huh, is it coming to us?"

"Damn, run!" the old soldier fled, grabbed Hammer and ran backwards, and the bear, no longer disguised, roared and rushed straight over.

"Old... Old man... Hammers didn't adjust, and gasped as he ran, "No... It's not that you meet ... Encountering a bear... Should... It should be loaded... Play dead?"

"Huhu, I don't know which idiot told you, Huhu, anyway, I've seen it, hurry, huhu, pretending to be dead in front of the bear, they're all dead and upright, huhu. The veteran turned around and shouted at the top of his voice, "MD, how the hell did it find me... ”

The veteran watched Hammer suddenly stop talking, which made Hammers a little frightened, and cautiously asked, "What's wrong, old man?" He didn't know that the spear blade he was carrying behind his back was shining in the setting sun.

The veteran slapped Hammers again in his busy schedule, and roared with a momentum no less than Xiong Zhen, "You me dead!"

Hammer was slapped in vain, a little confused, but now there was no time to worry about this, and the bear behind him was getting closer and closer.

"What should I do, old man, I'm going to be overtaken!" cried Hammer with a crying voice.

The veteran subconsciously touched the heavy crossbow behind him, and then suddenly remembered that his heavy crossbow had been left in the cave.

"Hell. The veteran cursed, and then shouted, "Boy, throw the shield at me!"

Hammer ran as fast as he could, shaking and unhooking the shield behind him, aiming for a long time before throwing it out, and sure enough, it was crooked.

"Your sister!" the veteran immediately braked, grabbed the trunk of the tree with one hand and spun around, turned around and ran two steps before he caught the shield, but the bear was almost in front of him after this delay.

"Boy," said the veteran, who did not retreat, simply set up his shield, and yelled at Hammers, "I'll stand in the way, and you can stab it with a spear!"

"Oh, good!" said Hammer, too, and scrambled to pick up his spear.

When the furious bear saw that his prey not only fled, but also turned around to deal with him, his anger immediately soared to the limit, and after roaring, he swooped, trying to crush the bold monkey in front of him into a meatloaf.

The veteran took a deep breath, and at the moment when the bear pounced, a roll overturned and let the bear go, and the bear, with a wail, fell to the ground hard.

"Now, Thorn!"

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Idiot, dazzling, dazzling!" said the veteran anxiously.

It was too late, and the cave bear roared, got up, and slapped Hammer who stabbed him.

"Ahh With a bang, the veteran faced the bear's paw with his shield on his head, and then retreated again and again. The bear, visibly angry at the sudden appearance of the monkey that had stirred up the situation, threw the veteran to the ground, and then opened his bloody mouth and gnawed at his head. The veteran roared, and with all his strength, shoved the helmet on his head into the bear's mouth.

Woo~ The bear's roar was suddenly stopped, blindfolded, and then began to struggle in a panic. The pot helmet is neither big nor small, just enough to stuff the bear's mouth, causing it to open its mouth and bite it. The veteran took advantage of the situation to pull out a military hoe from his waist and slammed it into the bear's head.

Poof, a stinky stream of blood splattered from the bear's eye and spilled on the veteran. The bear was in pain, but he could not cry, and could only struggle harder, and the two paws slapped indiscriminately, but both slapped on the ground or on the shield.

The veteran shouted with all his might, "Boy, ahem, stab, stab its eyes!"

"Ahh

Bang bang

"Ahem," the veteran's hand didn't stop, and he laboriously commanded, "Stir, stir!"

"Ahh

"Whew~" The bear wailed in pain, its mouth was about to tear, and the deformed pot helmet fell to the ground with a thud. Poof, the cave bear finally lost the last bit of strength and fell to the ground unwillingly, unable to move again.

Looking at the bear blood and brains in his hands, Hammer was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly threw down his weapon and ran to the veteran's side, and asked urgently, "Old man, are you okay?" ”

"Ahem, I can't die. The veteran grinned for a while, then suddenly grinned an ugly grin, "Haha, we're killing a bear." ”

Due to the light enemy of King Ragnar, the kingdom of Nord has fallen into an irreversible catastrophe. All the Yars were divided into two factions and fought each other to the death. It's like a gambler who has already killed a red-eyed gambler at the table, and without hesitation, he throws down the last chip in his hand. In terms of situation, King Ragnar undoubtedly has the upper hand. As a direct descendant of Okadin-Harebrex, the indisputable legitimacy of his reign, combined with successive victories in previous years, allowed him to accumulate a great deal of wealth and at the same time, to have a larger following.

Olafjarr is also an old nobleman in the Nord kingdom, and his status in the kingdom is almost the same as that of Haraus in Swadia during the reign of King Eastrich, except that he is not as rich as Haraus. As a result, when King Ragnar's carefully trained royal guards entered the battlefield, he had no choice but to accept defeat with a bewildered expression. However, a mere duel could not represent all of his strength. When the king thought he was a soft persimmon and was ready to pinch it, he burst out with all the strength of a man who was qualified to challenge for the throne.

No matter how strong the royal guards were, there were only a hundred people, and there was no way to take care of the entire front. Therefore, although the king and his followers had the advantage on the frontal battlefield, they could only be said to be evenly matched with Olaf, so the civil war dragged irrepressibly into the winter, and the blizzard in the north successfully stopped the steps of the brave warriors, and in the wind and snow that could not even guarantee the vision, the strongest Nords could not swing their axes at the enemy, so the two sides in the fierce battle had to temporarily truce, waiting for the warm spring to drive away the annoying cold wind. However, in this rare time of respite, the Nords soon discovered that they were about to run out of food.

The Nords, who lived by plundering and fishing, missed two bumper harvests because of the civil war, and after the war and its consumption of grain, their granaries had bottomed out, and the remaining stocks, let alone the war, could last until the beginning of spring next year. In winter, the warm currents that spread across the coast finally drained the last shred of heat, and the entire coast was finally frozen over, and during this season, fishing boats were completely unable to go to sea, so the Nords were cut off from their only source of food.

This problem was a headache for King Ragnar and the other lords in Sagoth, and how to raise food became a problem they had to deal with head-on. As for what to do, they played the usual characteristic of the Nords, plundering. As to which unlucky one had won the prize, the king glanced around the map and finally fixed his sights on Fort Elbuk, the territory of Tuyaar. That's right, since the enemy can't rob it, then rob your own people, all for survival, this is the philosophy of the Nord nation.

As for why he is eyeing Tuyaar, the reason is simple, it is because he is the enemy leader, the younger brother of Olaf Yar. Even though he has always been unequivocal in his support for King Ragnar, the king is still not 100% reassured of him. Of course, the main thing is that Fort Elbuk is located on the border between Nord and Vegea, although Vigia is still alive, but the border lords of Nord do not dare to take it lightly, so while supporting the king in his crusade against rebellion, they also left half of their supplies and soldiers to guard against the raid of the Vigians. And among all the border lords, Tuyaar is the best at management, and the perennial border trade has made his family quite rich, and even better, he does not know how to fight, although he has an excellent daughter to help, but it is only a drop in the bucket, and he has to give in to the army under his command. Hawkers, to put it bluntly, Tuya is very fat and bad, and it is not only easy to rob him, but also to get a lot of good things.

Of course, there are tricks to robbing. As the king of the Nords, Ragnar was deeply immersed in this way. If the troops came directly to the city, they would inevitably be left behind, so he directly issued an order for Tuyaar to collect grain.

However, when Tuyaar saw this order in his hand, he was immediately frightened and speechless, and looked at the messenger of Ragnar and pleaded, "This brother, you know, the king has given an order, and I will be honored as his vassal. However, this amount is too large, even if you take away all the food in my castle, you will not be able to make up it!"

The messenger put the order back away, and said with a blank face, "Dear Lord Jarr, I have deep sympathy for your plight. However, I am only a messenger, and I have no right to speak. Therefore, please do your best to the fullest of your power. After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving Tuya no chance to argue.