At this time, he looked around and lowered his voice, "Our Khan lost the war with the Vigias, when we were attacked by both the Vigians and the Salanders, and the khanate was in great danger, so the Khan agreed to turn this city into a neutral trading city in exchange for ten years of peace with the Vigias. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Therefore, the city was garrisoned by two people at the same time, each managing its own side to prevent the other side from infiltrating. "I can't help this forty-year-old uncle to be so careful, this history itself is not very glorious, he is just a Kujit rider, and he can't afford to arrange such a big crime as the Khan King. He looked at Zhang Yang's listening look with satisfaction, touched his stubble, and continued, "So..."So, we need to break through some Virgians" Uncle Kugit's words were interrupted by a dry voice, and he looked behind him in horror, the guy, the masked horror being, had paced the horse behind them for some time.

"Lord Commander...!" for the first time, Uncle Kugit felt that his penchant for bragging and flirting with others was so hateful.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear anything. But as punishment, it's up to you to protect this burden for a while. The masked man's voice was as cold as ever, just like his murderous character, but Zhang Yang still had a little human touch when he first discovered this terrifying guy.

"Everybody's ready, we're ready to break through. He paced his horse to the front of the line and motioned for everyone to get ready.

In the distance, the fence erected by the Vigians could already be seen - of course, because of the large number of merchants from all countries here, this fence was always open, and only a few guards inspecting the goods were there shouting for the merchants to stop and pay the duties. Uncle Kugit dragged Zhang Yang, who was about to fall off the horse because he was too nervous, "Alas~ What the hell, you don't look like a Kugit person, so let's ride side by side." As soon as the words fell, before Zhang Yang could react, he was grabbed by the uncle, and dragged to his horse-his thin body, he really couldn't bear this area, and was taken to the other party's horse at once-which also showed that this uncle, who was not amazing, also had excellent riding skills.

This horse is the best grassland galloping horse on the prairie, and it didn't seem too hard to sit on the two people at once, but it sank slightly, and the horse snorted softly, as if dissatisfied with the master who pressed so much weight on him, but under the comfort of the uncle, it soon quieted down.

Zhang Yang's heart was already full of bulls at this time, "Uncle, how long has it been since you took a bath...", he asked weakly while lying on the uncle's back.

"Huh?" the uncle was curious that Zhang Yang could ask this kind of question at such a time, but he still answered him, "About half a year, I can't remember clearly." "As a Virgian recruit, Vandersar seems a little too old, he is forty-six years old, he has been in the army for nearly twenty years, many people of his age, ten years ago, became light infantry, even infantry, several highly qualified people have even become senior soldiers, but he is still a Virgian recruit, legend has it that he once offended a captain in the army with family power, resulting in him has not been able to get the standard equipment of light infantry, although so, years of combat experience has made his combat strength even less than the average Vigian infantry。 But that's exactly what happened, and many of the key battles didn't send these recruits into battle, where they were just meaningless cannon fodder - so he survived to this point.

The lords thought he was too old and left him on the frontier as part of the garrison. So he was stationed at Fort Sagicher for two years, and today seemed to be no different than usual, but he still had a sense of foreboding, as if something was about to happen. He collects customs duties from the caravanserais, as he usually does, and "takes" what is rightfully his part—as is the case with almost everyone here, and what reason does he have to refuse the money for the sake of a better life for his family?

He suddenly felt the earth tremble slightly, "What's the matter, is the earth moving?" he thought to himself, and suddenly he thought of a possibility, and his heart was shocked, and he ran to his captain in three steps and two steps, a young man with a proud expression, who was said to be a rich boy who had come out to train. "Captain, there are cavalry rushing towards the city gate. ”

"What are you kidding, when I'm a fool, how can there be enemies here? I think you're a soldier at the end of your life. "Yes, this is the walled city on the side of Vegia, and it's a very safe place - so that the family can rest assured that their children are training here.

Before the words fell, the sound of dozens of horses running and shaking the earth was heard in the distance, and the young man seemed to have a very bad face, and gave Van der Sar a slap in the face, "What are you still doing in a daze, don't call someone quickly, block the door!"

Zhang Yang could already see the city gate from a distance, and the Vigians there were screaming in panic, hurriedly lifting the horse rejection wall that stopped the cavalry from advancing, they were already close, and Zhang Yang could clearly see their frightened faces.

"Haha, these Virgian cowards, even more unresponsive than I thought. The uncle smirked as he urged the horses under him into their final sprint.

Zhang Yang only felt that the things around him were rapidly retreating, although the speed was definitely not as fast as the car on the highway, but after all, his body was not exposed at that time, and the feeling was definitely not as clear as it is now.

Suddenly, he felt a shock to his body, oh no, he groaned in his heart, he had not been able to grasp his uncle's waist, and he had sat too far back - he had slipped off his horse! The great inertia caused him to slam into the ground and then glide some distance, which made him feel that his whole body was full of pain, and his internal organs were about to fall out.

However, he was now more concerned about what was going to happen to him, to be taken away by the so-called Virgias, or simply to be killed as a Kujit?—his old clothes had long since been thrown away, and he was now wearing the nomadic robes brought by the masked men's gang—that he was not a Kugit, and that even he himself would not believe it. He struggled to his feet with the burning pain in his chest, and looked around.

About a dozen Virgians surrounded him, and they seemed to be hesitant to step forward or not, and they all kept a distance of five or six meters from him.

Thirty or so Kugit cavalry galloped in front of Van der Sar, but he clearly saw that a Kugit had fallen from his horse in the middle of the way, and several of his colleagues immediately surrounded the Kugit. But they all pushed and shoved, and did not dare to step forward, for fear that the young-looking Kujit would suddenly attack and kill themselves, and they were all waiting for a substitute who could come forward and test each other.

He pushed past a few of his comrades who were crowded there, and took out his weapon, a short spear one hundred and fifty centimeters long, ready to kill this seemingly harmless fellow. He understood that falling from a galloping horse, even if this person could survive, would lose any combat effectiveness. So he was relieved that he would not be in the slightest danger. Seeing the guy on the other side who looked at him like he saw a dead man walking towards him step by step, Zhang Yang had fallen into despair. But yesterday's experience had taught him that he could not give up until there was even the slightest chance of survival, and he struggled to get himself to his feet completely, and pulled out from his waist the scimitars that the Kugit had given him as a weapon of self-defense. This was the first time he had fought with someone else as an ancient warrior, but Zhang Yang also knew that this was probably the last time in his life.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves coming back as they galloped away, but this time it seemed much softer.

He could clearly see that one of the horses had turned back from the Kugit who had just flown away.

The Virgians seemed to be just gatekeepers sent to the frontier, with little combat power, and they had to split their ways in the face of a Kugit rider - after all, no one wanted to be killed by a horse.

It was the Kugit man who was in charge of protecting him, and of course, Zhang Yang was still more inclined to call him uncle - this person was very talkative, Zhang Yang talked to him almost all night yesterday, and he didn't expect that this night's friendship (thinking about the crooked Mu Youxiao JJ) would be enough for him to risk his life to save himself.

A hint of surprise flashed in Van der Sar's eyes, a Kugit rider rushed here, if he was surrounded by the troops of the previous lord, he could naturally rush up and take the other party's life with a spear without fear, if he missed, someone would cover him to collect the spear and retreat to the side, but there were some old and weak soldiers all around, the risk of him doing this was too great, if he missed a blow, maybe the opponent's saber would immediately slash at him. He was ready to wait for an opportunity—when the Kugit pulled the one on the ground onto his horse.

He dodged the blow, but also lost the opportunity to pull Zhang Yang to the horse, and could only use his horse to rush to the outside of the city gate, where they had just rushed in.

The onslaught of more than thirty Kugit cavalry had made the Gatemen look ugly—those who had lost their weapons and fled, those who shrank to the side, and some who were even incontinent on the spot—made the situation at the Gate extremely chaotic, and it would take some time for the regular garrison of Virgia to arrive here.

So the uncle actually rushed out of the city very safely. As for stopping the horse at the city gate and picking Zhang Yang up, it was simply an act of seeking death - who knows if that master will come again like he did just now.

He reined in the reins of his horse outside the city, his eyes narrowing slightly, trying to find the master. But in an instant he was dumbfounded—there were Virgian recruits everywhere with short spears.

That master must have been mixed in, and when he passed for a while, that guy suddenly came from somewhere with a spear, and a recruit instantly turned into a master, and the consequences can be imagined. The invisible enemy is the most terrible, and everywhere, this statement is true.

The uncle hesitated slightly, then rushed back.

Van der Sar clenched the wooden-handled spear in his hand, his palms drenched in sweat, and the inevitable blow had already cost him a few of his strength.

It wasn't that he didn't expect the other party to be able to quickly dodge his blow, but he didn't expect the other party to be so alert, "This is a veteran Kugit rider" He made a definition in his heart.

The division of ranks on the Kara continent is very vague and confusing, such as Van der Sar - a Vigia recruit with the strength of Viggia's infantry, he can alone at least five existences of the same rank, which shows that the gap between the same ranks is also very large.

As the simplest division of ranks, this phenomenon is particularly serious, just like a masked man - he can defeat many ordinary lancers to become a commander, and the uncle can be incorporated into such a squad dominated by lancers, which naturally has his differences.

He was a very veteran Kugit rider and for two years was most likely to rise to the rank of master of the lancers in his tribe.

In fact, for some reason, usually determined by familiarity with weapons, a high-ranking newcomer often can't beat a veteran one level below him. So, in Van der Sar's opinion, this person's combat effectiveness is very terrifying.

He chose to retreat, retreat - yes, he was already old, and military merit had no effect on him. Perhaps, one day this year, the military department will issue a notice to let him retire.

At that time, his military exploits were a huge cake in times of war, and people would run to his residence and kill him to receive a reward. He just wants to live a peaceful life.

He quietly tucked his spear a little in, letting his murderous aura linger, and disguised himself as a Virgian recruit preparing to flee backwards.

Originally, his plan was perfect, except for that kid just now, no one knew about his existence, and of course the rider couldn't see clearly, who sent the shot like a god of wind, and these Virgian scum naturally couldn't see it.

"Van der Sar, you old fellow, are you trying to escape!" the captain was stunned and slapped the veteran, but he still didn't understand his hatred, and quietly observed his movements.

"Hurry up and take out that Kujiit. He said arrogantly, "Otherwise, the approval of the Judge Advocate General's Office will be waiting for you." ”

“......”

Uncle clenched the scimitar in his hand, and his eyes scanned every Vegia recruit on the road in front of him like electricity, and those guys were excited by this gaze and ran faster.

Suddenly, he saw a fellow, a Virgian recruit much older than him, moving to the side of the road, his spear raised, his eyes narrowed, and he recognized the murderous aura that had just nearly killed him.

The gate was not too wide, and the caravans who had fled because of the Kugit rush had abandoned their carts on either side of the gate, making the passage unusually narrow, with only two horses allowed to pass side by side in one place.

The guy on the other side was standing on the side of the choke point - he was going to be stabbed anyway, and he didn't know if he would be able to dodge it - as lucky as last time, but he seemed to have only one way to go.

He breathed a sigh of relief and rode his horse away.