The girl bumped him with her elbow.

"Ahhh

"It's nothing, I just want to talk to you" The girl was also frightened by his violent reaction, "Actually, I'm not that scary, right?"

The boy's face was red to the base of his ears, and Lorna found that he was actually quite handsome, and he didn't even have a beard on his face, and men like this were rare in Vekia, and the men in the snow should have begun to show a warrior demeanor at his age, often with broad shoulders and round waists, and a stubble on his face.

"Now don't be me the commander of the army, I'm a friend to each of you. "The girl tried to make her voice sound as approachable as possible.

“”

The boy still didn't speak, not so much because he didn't want to speak, but because he didn't know how to speak.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Jörm"

Seeing that he was trembling all over, Lorna thought he was too cold, so she took off his fur and draped it over him. This was taken from the bear by the soldiers two days ago, and several Orion-born warriors who were good at making hides made it into a fur blanket, which was originally covered by the bedridden Harris, but just now the Virgian blushed and said that he was not afraid of the cold, and forcibly stuffed it to Lorna.

"Thank you, thank you"

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen years old. ”

"I'm the same age," the girl sighed when she heard him say this, "I'm not old enough to start a family, so why do you want to join the army?"

Yorm listened for a moment of silence. He kept his head down and didn't speak for a long time, and Lorna thought he didn't want to sue her. In the end, he raised his head:

"My parents were peasants from Serezk, and they had nine children, do you know what nine children mean for a family that is not wealthy?" The girl thought for a moment, then said:

"A heavy family burden?"

"Wrong, in fact, nothing," a wry smile appeared on Jolm's face, a sad smile with a hint of self-deprecation, and the image of Lorna, who had studied for a long time, was very profound.

"Why?"

"Actually, I was the youngest child in my family, but until recently. My parents were aware of my existence, and my brothers had been conscripted into the army for the previous wars against the Nords and the Swadians, and there was no more news, and the war was like a hungry wolf. Nothing left of devouring my eight brothers"

The girl stopped talking, just quietly looked at the boy next to her, looked at his lowered head, and the firelight reflected a light on his face. But it leaves more shadows behind.

"The other day. The local nobleman came to my father again and said that he must sacrifice another son for the sake of the holy war" At this point, Jorm's eyes seemed to erupt with fire, "What a scene it was, my old father took off the longbow hanging on the wall at that time, and shot the bastard with an arrow."

"What happened?"

"Oh, the bow had been left for many years, and the wood had rotted, and at the same time my father pulled the bowstring, it was broken, and the nobleman looked at my father's hateful face and trembling goatee, and forgot to call for his men to arrest him. Ran away in ashes."

"I know your father must be sad," Lorna felt as if he was about to cry, and put her hand on his shoulder. "Born in times like these, there are many families like you"

The boy sighed, trying to hold his emotions steady, holding back the tears in the corners of his eyes to keep them from flowing.

"Although the old man never came to embarrass our family again, his purpose was achieved, I joined the army behind my parents' back, because I want revenge, I want to kill eight Swadia or Nords, my brother can't die in vain"

On the other side of the fire, Harris and Fatis sat together, and the Virgians watched as Lorna was talking to Jorm, and without saying a word, he pulled out the sweet potatoes from the ash heap, picked them up and took a bite with a frown.

"What, it's not delicious?" Fatis had just picked up the potatoes that he had eaten, and he couldn't help but be a little amused when he looked at Harris as picky eater as a nobleman.

Vigia shook his head, glanced at the middle-aged uncle beside him, and stretched out his hand to hint at the direction of the girl: "Did she care about others so much before?"

Fatis was stunned for a moment, looked at Lorna, and sighed:

"I don't know that at least for so long, in actual action, she has not given up and is still with someone in need"

Then, his face became stern, and he asked softly at Harris, who looked like a child, "Do you like her?"

"Me"

Harris took a few bites of the roasted sweet potato, felt it wasn't fully cooked, and threw it back into the fire, his head down, trying to avoid the topic, but he looked up several times to see that Fatis was still staring at him—he was waiting for his answer.

"I don't know"

The firewood crackled, and the Vigian watched the conversation between the girl and the young soldier across from him, whose face was tense at first, but now stretched out, and smiled unabashedly at his commander. He began to think back to all the things that had happened before, the morning after that night, Lorna had spoken to him in front of the window.

What kind of affection did she have for him?

The girl said that that day was to make amends for the sins of the family, and perhaps she was just trying to pull out a child trapped in a childhood nightmare. Among the women the Virgians had ever seen, there were many he was fond of. There were also those who voluntarily climbed into his bed in order to cling to his power. Lorna also said that she would treat him as if she had slept with a bitch. But whenever he looked at those clear eyes, he would never allow himself to think like this, even if he spelled the family's reputation, he must make amends.

"Harespoye," Fatis's voice sounded faintly in his ears. "I don't care how many women you've played with before, but if you dare to trick her feelings with those tricks of yours"

Harris was slightly surprised, he didn't know why the middle-aged uncle cared so much about his almost young companion, and he saw his eyes, and the flames in them were almost equal to the dragon's fury.

"If that's the case, I'll kill you!"

Aryne, Jamila, Artiman and several Vecchian knights cautiously navigated the slopes, the one at the forefront holding a large flag and identifying their envoys in Kujitan. Along the way, Alleyne felt surrounded by nomadic cavalry. He leaned his horse as close to Jamila as he could, though it was something she was clamoring to follow, but as a man. Not getting a woman hurt is definitely the number one priority.

Suddenly, the knight in front waved his hand to signal the team to stop, and Artiman and the others saw through the snow and mist a large group of Kugit cavalry in front of them, although they were dressed differently. But there are also people with excellent armor. In particular, the front row is almost all of the same color scale armor. The spear in his hand looks like a standard equipment.

“@#￥%............&&&***”

Someone in the crowd shouted at them, but Alleyn didn't understand a word of the local dialect of Kujit, he pinched his horse's belly slightly, walked to the front of the group, and said in the official language of Kugit:

"We are messengers sent by the King of Vekia to bring your Khan's opinion, and we have come for peace. ”

"There's a group of Virgians south of Fesdena, are they your companions?" a burly man appeared among the nomadic cavalry. With a long braid on his bald head, it was Besture who had met Lorna and the others before.

Alleyne was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Then he glanced at Jamila behind him, and thought something was wrong, so he hurriedly asked him, "What happened to them?"

"Since you have come for peace, then go to our tent first, and then speak after seeing me and our chief. ”

At the same time, several sentries who had been sent out to spy on the movements of the Kugits returned from Fesdena, and Lorna, knowing that a large number of nomadic cavalry had withdrawn from the village, knew that Ellen had brought in a rescue force from the Živa, and immediately ordered all the soldiers to extinguish the campfires, and drove to the rear of the enemy army in armor, intending to flank the reinforcements in front and rear and annihilate the horse thieves in one fell swoop

"Will this work?"

"As long as Fesdena first commanded their leaders and forced them to surrender, I have never missed such a plan. In the face of Fatis's concerns, Lorna appeared confident.

After the three hundred Vekia soldiers learned about the current situation one after another, they also became energetic one by one, and with the fact that the commander was so confident, there was no longer any need to worry. Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he braved the wind and snow to touch all the way, and did not encounter a single scout cavalry on the way, which shows that Bestur did not report the situation here to his leader before.

"Very well, let's start the battle!"

Fisdener's bonfire was already lit up ahead.

Dozens of archers crawled to the tent under the cover of the bushes, the strings of the warbows were slowly pulled apart, and the tips of the cone-headed arrows and barbed arrows were aimed at all the Kujit in the field of vision, breaking through the air

"Huh?!"

Bestul, who was riding on his horse, suddenly felt something wrong, and the faint smell of burnt paste in his face made him instinctively feel that something was wrong. The Kujit warrior peeked at Alleyne and Artiman behind him, and their faces didn't show much goodness.

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"Everyone speed up, we have to rush back to Fesdena in an hour!" Bestur waved his whip violently, and the steppe horse under his crotch suddenly accelerated, and the cavalry around him were first inexplicable, and then followed the leader without saying a word, Ellen and the others felt that things had changed slightly, but they couldn't wait in place for now, more than a dozen horsemen followed closely behind the nomadic cavalry, and galloped in the direction of the village

(To be continued......)