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The fine sand is floated by the wind, forming rippling waves.

The smooth surface of the lake, the translucent water, shatters the cold light, and turns into blue waves and silver brightness.

It is a small village in the Sultanate of Saland, which is exceptionally peaceful and peaceful under the moonlight.

Then, a huge shock was heard in the distance.

On that side, countless yellow sand was flying, mixed with wild roars.

Horseshoe trampling!

The calm surface of the lake ripples, the night becomes cold, and the yellow sand heralds the smoke of gunpowder.

It was a bunch of bandits.

The tip of the spear was stained with bright red, and his eyes shone with a fierce light, and he roared loudly at the sky.

Wild and fierce.

The yellow sand was raised, and the war horse under the crotch neighed.

They rushed into the peaceful town with an unstoppable force.

The sand bandits led by him felt a hint of the same, and beckoned the sand bandits behind him to stop.

This village was almost the same as the others, but it made the bandit leader feel a little uneasy.

What's so strange about it?

Nothing strange, everything was calm and business as usual.

Their horses' hooves trampled only to cause the surface of the lake to sparkle, and then ...... Everything is calm and business as usual.

Where they passed, there was no blood-stained earth, and heart-rending wailing.

Then he saw a bonfire near the lake.

Bonfire, surrounded by seven people. Although they were a little uneasy, they had a gang of nearly forty people, and they had guns in hand, but it was not a big deal if there were only seven people.

Thinking of this, he shouted again, and drove his war horse towards the campfire by the lake.

The horse's hooves trampled on it, and the spearhead pierced the silence and screamed.

One of the seven said, "It's a little noisy." ”

One person said, "That's what the villagers are talking about, right?"

One person said, "That's right. ”

"Who's on?"

He lifted his warbow.

"I'll get on. A bearded man wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth.

Then he stood up, like a mountain, and the momentum swept through the world in an instant, and the bonfire flickered for it.

The sand bandits led by him turned into an aura, and the tip of the spear was already aimed at him.

He picked up an axe and faced the rushing cavalry. The corners of the mouth are curled up in an arc.

Then, an axe was thrown out with the power of the raging waves.

"Poof!"

The axe flew straight over at a faster speed, and then directly exploded the head of the first sand bandit!

Gray brains and snow burst in an instant, shimmering in the moonlight, and a trace of steaming heat.

Pillars of blood rose into the sky, and the headless corpse hung its arms weakly, and then fell from its horse.

Three more axes, turned into flying fire meteors, and directly exploded three of the seven people, one of whom mounted a crossbow, and one of whom picked up a war bow.

One long arrow, one crossbow arrow.

The man who picked up the war bow drew the bow and puffed up his mountain-like muscles to stand still in front of the rushing sand bandits.

The flying sand hit him in the face and was then retained by the hair.

And then......

The bow is like a thunderbolt!

At the moment of rebound, an explosion directly exploded, shaking the surrounding flying sand.

The long arrow pierced the air, sending out a heart-rending scream.

In the moonlight, like a silver streamer!

"Whew!"

A sand bandit had bloodthirsty fanaticism in his eyes, and then collapsed in a daze, leaving only a stupe.

The long arrow pierced his skull, and the arrow protruded from the back of his head with blood and brains.

The other person saved much effort, lazily looked at the sand bandit in front of him, and aimed the crossbow arrow.

Or maybe at that moment, a blazing light bloomed in his eyes.

Fierce and sharp, it was the killing of the eagle.

Like a sharp sword out of its sheath, like a sharp blade blooming with cold light.

"Hum~"

Crossbow bolts passed through the head of a sand bandit and landed on a pile of sand dunes, splashing sand stained with blood.

The bearded man even beheaded a few people, and he became excited, and took out a big axe directly from behind him.

The axe was so huge that it was necessary to use both hands to control him. He smiled hideously at the sand bandits who had already rushed over.

The wind stirred his beard and blew his hair away, and his momentum climbed sharply.

He raised the great axe and pierced the night.

Then the cyan tendons on both arms instantly bulged and the muscles swelled.

And then...... Know what destruction is.

This trick is called a Sunny Thunderbolt, a vertical thunderbolt.

Horses, people, armor, are split by the axe blade in the most direct and brutal way!

Steaming flesh splattered left and right.

The axe slashed into the sand, splashing the yellow sand, and in an instant it was thrown down by a cloud of blood-colored paste.

The beard was covered in blood, and he took a gulp of blood that splashed in his mouth.

Then two more stood up, one of them taking a stick of fire and rolling at the spear that had stabbed him.

"You guys don't know how to use guns!" a strong, yellow-skinned man roared and smashed his fire stick on the sand bandit, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The sand bandit was smashed and fell off his horse, and the yellow-skinned man jumped in three steps and rode on the horse's back at once.

"Let Lao Tzu teach you how to use spears. ”

The brawny man picked up the spare spear on horseback and waved it in a circle.

At the same time, with a pull on the reins, the horses neighed and rushed forward, and in front of them there were three sand bandits in charge.

"Come!"

The tip of the spear arced, and the silver tip pointed straight ahead.

Killing, lone spear and horse.

Even though there are thousands of troops in front of him. Rectification?"

"Whole!"

Two men stood up, one frowning as he looked at the sand bandits rushing in the distance, while the other just smiled.

But both of them have one thing in common, that is, in front of the roaring sand bandits, the sprinting war horses, and the raised spears, they are very relaxed.

That kind of ease is definitely not pretended, because no one can still change their face in the face of the raging yellow sand.

"Tut-tut, look, there's a guy who obviously hasn't lowered his body, so he looks a little shaky, and look at that, the spears are still ......."

"Dodge, I'm going to stab. ”

The two of them pointed at the spear, one with a frenzy in his eyes, and the other with a smile.

Then, the spear protruded, and at that moment when the blood was about to splatter, one lowered his body, and the other turned sideways.

The strong wind from the spear blew a few pieces of debris up their chests and backs, and then quickly staggered.

Then the two bandits turned their horses and tried to charge again, only to find that they had disappeared.

"Are you looking for me, baby?" a large head suddenly popped out of his side, and it turned out that he was clinging to the saddle and hanging sideways beside the horse's waist.

He threw a punch that completely shattered the left side of the bandit's face, then rolled over on his horse, pulled out his straight-edged machete, and shouted, "Let me see my baby!"

The horses roared and charged!

The other man just silently broke the sand bandit's neck, and then drew his scimitar and charged.

The momentum of the two was not strong before. However, at this time, the swords, with a roar, actually brought an overwhelming oppressive force, and the sand bandits in front of them were suffocated by this fierce killing force! This fragile sand bandit regiment was extremely brave when fighting the wind, but it shrank into eggs in front of the sharp fangs, and when eighteen people died, the sand bandits finally couldn't help but be afraid of the unknown and began to disperse.

Because they are so powerful that they have no heavenly principles, not to mention killing thirteen of them in a row, not to mention their own losses, not a single one of them died.

"Ahh

"Oh, Iro, you're still hurt!

"Get out of here! It's all the sand bandits!"

"Cut, Ye Wen, hurry up and show me my ribs, my ribs seem to be broken!"

Monterey, you're embarrassed to say Lao Tzu!"

The young man, who hadn't moved from beginning to end, finally moved now, and opened his mouth to be frosty: "Come here, I'll take a look." ”

The cross on his chest was glittering.

Monterey got off the horse, threw away the straight-edged machete, and sat down next to Ye Wen with a big grin.

Ye Wen touched Monterey's solid chest, frowned, and then kicked Monterey on all fours.

"You don't have any. ”

Monterey got up, patted the dried blood clots on his body and sneered, "Isn't this a peace of mind?"

Ye Wen looked around and frowned again: "Haji, come here." ”

A strong man covered in blood but silent from beginning to end got off his horse and sat next to Ye Wen.

He took off his blood-stained armor, revealing his hard, swollen muscles.

"Well~~~, just now I noticed that the muscles of your right arm were pumped out irregularly in a small amplitude, and at the same time, your chest was slightly bulging and your breath was uneven, so I asked you to take a look, and as a result, your arrow wound really attacked. ”

"Your wound has been torn again, why don't you say a word?"

Haji was silent and didn't speak, just kept staring at Ye Wen, the firelight flashing in his eyes.

"Alas. Ye Wen sighed and bowed his head to treat him. Greenland under the cover of snow is the most beautiful memory of all Nord people, it is pure and flawless, so that Nord soldiers can muster up courage in the longest voyage and face the wind and waves as citizens of Greenland. Many of the Nords had made a promise before they went to sea: if they were lucky enough to die in battle, they would ask the Valkyrie to bring their souls into the temple of Vargra. If the temple is occupied by more valiant warriors, send your soul back to Greenland, and you will continue to wander your homeland as a lonely ghost.

The dying Nord royal guard lay in a pool of blood under the city of Tiha, looking at the half-blue and half-white snow mist in the sky, and showed a long-lost smile: "And home... It's really like..."

Two Swadian light infantrymen, who were cleaning the battlefield, heard the whispers of the dying man, and walked step by step in this direction with their swords and shields carefully protecting their bodies. One of the light infantrymen, with a thin face, asked his companion with trepidation: "Has he bled so much that he is not dead yet?"

Another Swadia light infantryman, tall and strong, spat at the pool of blood where the Nord royal guard was, and smacked impartially on the dying man's face, while the Nord royal guard remained motionless and maintained the expression of the smile he had just looked up to the sky. "Cut, coward, this bastard can't get up! Let's go see if there's anything of value on him!"

The gray, thin light infantry trembled and walked a few steps towards the "corpse" of the Nord royal guard, and then looked at it for three seconds, the faint smile on the dead man's face that made him shudder. He hesitated, "West, still, wait...... A few more people...... I'm afraid ......"

His companion West ignored the one, walked straight to the dead man's side, bent down, lifted the broken chain mail with his hands, and groped around his waist. The gray and thin light infantry stared blankly, not daring to move forward.

"It's better if Anse doesn't come" West looked at his cowardly companion and thought to himself, "This guy is armed to the teeth, there must be something good, it's all mine now!"

Soon, West found a large gold cup placed in the church, and he sat on the ground, greedily looking at the luster of the gold cup: "It's a good thing! It's enough to pay Lao Tzu for half a lifetime!"

"Ah~~~~~~" the gray-skinny light infantry Anse suddenly let out a pig-like scream, "back!

West turned his head suddenly, only to see a bloodied face smiling at him, with the fingers of some Swadian knight between the thick beards on his face. The mouth on the beard said softly in Nord: "Since you are here, let me stay!"

West was so shocked that he was about to flash when a Germanic sword buried between the corpse and the minced flesh suddenly lifted up and stabbed the soldier's throat like a poisonous snake! Fortunately, many years of battlefield experience saved him, and he sat on the ground with a wild boar rolling on his side, which was worthy of passing the sharp sword, but left a deep trench on West's right arm, and blood splattered out of the wound like a stream. Suddenly frightened, West couldn't even raise the mind to swing his sword to resist, and while covering his wounds and rolling for his life, he shouted, "Come quickly! I, I can't..... Uh-uh...... Ahh

Four or five soldiers rushed to hear the news, and saw that the gray and thin Anse tried in vain to separate the two, but the iron-like arms of the Nord royal guard were clasped by West's throat, and poor West could no longer breathe a full breath of fresh air, and his face was purple and terrifying. The soldiers swarmed up, swords, grey wooden guns, and marching hoes that carved countless fatal wounds on the Nord royal guard, but the Nord royal guard kept laughing as if there was some great joy. Eventually, however, the laughter grew fainter and weaker, until it was reduced to a debris that was almost gone. At this time, the red-eyed Swadia soldiers realized that the light infantry West, who was tightly locked in his throat, had already swallowed his last breath, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had witnessed something incredible.

The upper and lower lips of the Nord royal guard touched slightly, and then their heads drooped, and their broken bodies like chain mail could no longer exert their terrifying strength.

"You live in Tiha, you know Norde, what is he talking about?" asked Sergeant Swadia, who looked like a squad leader.

"He's saying, 'As my God sees, I'm going to walk into the temple of Vargra!Goodbye, Greenland......"

There was a deathly silence on the battlefield, no more swords and warrior roars, only the ravens brought by the Nords from their ships hovered low over the heads of the Swadian soldiers, making an unsettling wail.

Under the city of Tiha, the scorched earth was scorched, and the 1st Northern Army of Swadia was crippled alive, and only 700 of the 1,700-strong army remained. The only thing that reassured Marshal Haraus and King Irech was that the Nords had left thousands of corpses under the city of Tiha, but they had not been able to conquer this important North Sea town. The gateway between the empire and the North Sea, still locked to death, for a year and a half, the wounded Nords have no possibility of a large-scale invasion, but for Count Ragnar and King Rex, this is a job that will always be on the agenda. If the nobles of Swadia had seen how barren the land of Greenland was, and how many people wished they could go to sea to beg for food before they starved to death or waited to starve to death, they would have the same understanding as the leaders of the Nords: "It is only a matter of time before Tiha falls." ”