The night in Sorrenburg is exceptionally quiet, with the evening breeze blowing the leaves and the moonlight stretching the figures of the lovers. The night of Luofu is naturally indispensable to their careful embellishment. It should be a quiet and lively, cold and romantic night!

Such a night also stirred up the hearts of lovesick people.

By the window, Fan Ming held the wine in his hand, looking thoughtfully at the sultry night sky, the red liquid swaying in the glass, like blood, the warm summer breeze blowing on his cheeks, but could not thaw his cold expression.

He seemed to see Yu Xin again, the red-haired girl, the one who almost became his wife. He thought of them warming each other together under such a night sky, he thought of the affectionate kiss when he parted, he thought of all he gently stroked a wool shawl when they were together, it was very ordinary, but it was a precious thing for Fan Ming, which implied that money could not buy love, the most sincere love of a pair of lovers, tears fell on the shawl, these tears were full of remorse, sadness and longing, and even more full of hatred squeak~ squeak, with a sharp sound of opening the door, Jamila came in with some food" I made it myself!

He walked up to Fan Ming's side, the beautiful long yellow hair draped over his shoulders, exuding a seductive fragrance, she scooped up a spoonful of soup and was about to feed it to Fan Ming, but she didn't want to, but saw his cold cheeks, and the eyes that secretly wiped away tears.

Putting down the food, he looked deeply behind the man, the man who fascinated him and didn't belong to her.

"She was really happy, even when she died. He will also be deeply loved and missed by his lover, and I wonder what kind of person she is!" His eyes were slightly red.

"You won't understand, only we can really understand each other and love each other deeply, but" said Fan Ming, putting the shawl to the tip of his nose and sniffing deeply, as if he smelled her. The faint, unforgettable fragrance of flowers.

"What about me?" asked Jamila in a low voice, two lines of silver beads. It's already running down my cheeks.

Fan Ming looked back and saw Yamila crying like a tearful person, a little unbearable, and just about to persuade, he heard a knock on the door.

Fan Ming gently wiped away Jamila's tears, "Fool." You have your happiness!you know!". Then he called into the guard who knocked on the door.

Jamila walked out of the room, looked at the closed door and said gloomily, "What am I like in your heart?"

The guards inside the house reported to Fan Mingyu: "My lord, according to the Orion report at the bottom of the mountain, this evening there are about a thousand troops marching up the mountain along the mountain road, including more than two hundred knights, who are still a few hours away from the valley when the sun sets. It looks like they are going to cross the valley early tomorrow morning and attack the castle. And they seem to be familiar with the way into Sorrenburg!"

Hearing that the other party was very familiar with the way into the castle, Fan Ming's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he grabbed the guards and asked excitedly, "What banner are they, and who will lead them?"

The guard was taken aback by Fan Ming's actions, and was stunned for a moment before saying, "According to Orion, it is the Black Bear Banner of Svadia, and the leader of the team is a knight in black armor, who looks like a nobleman!"

'Bang' The pottery cup in Fan Ming's hand shattered in response to Fan Ming's huge explosive force, "Hahaha, it's really him!" Fan Ming laughed almost madly, which made the guards think that Fan Ming was possessed by a demon.

"Go, my good friend, gather the troops, let them come to the square, we have a distinguished guest coming!" Fan Ming excitedly instructed the guards.

After the guards left, Fan Ming looked at the stars outside the window and said excitedly: "My dear, see how I can avenge you! I will make them pay for you, a hundred times the price!" Then Fan Ming put on the woolen shawl and put on a silver-white armor, this armor used to belong to the old Cullen, and Fan Ming took it when he looked at the wind.

Coming to the square, it was already surrounded by soldiers. Fan Ming stood on the podium in the square, looking at this army, this army trained by his own hands, for them, Fan Ming not only gave them preferential treatment and protection for their families, but also gave them respect! They have regarded Fan Ming as the object of reverence in their hearts, the soul of the entire army!

Therefore, they have worked a hundred times harder than other armies to step up their training, so that they are not only brave, mighty, and loyal, but also disciplined, and they are a real tiger and wolf army, and even in the entire continent, they are one of the few.

Fan Ming looked at this tiger and wolf master and nodded with satisfaction, thinking to himself, his efforts were worth it.

"Brothers, my friends, I am very excited to see your elite and your discipline! This is to tell me that you have lived up to the expectations of the people of Sørenburg!

Van Min paused and continued: "Brothers, just now, just now, I have received a reward, our enemies, the greedy and hateful Svadians, who have plundered our wealth and burned our relatives and friends, are coming again, and they are going to slaughter us like pigs and dogs, as they did last time, to burn down our homes, to insult our wives and daughters, and to raze this qiē to the ground! Will you humble yourself and watch this qiē happen? Are you willing to be their slaves? Sue me loudly!"

"No, no, no!"

"Okay, then come, friends! Let's take up our weapons and shoot them in the head! Gouge out their hearts! Avenge the death of our compatriots! Let us tell these Swadia bears, we are not an enslaved people! We are free Rhodoks! Come! Let us see how heroic our ancestors in heaven are!

Let's go and tell the sù swadians, every Rhodok will fight for freedom!"

"Long live Freedom Rhodok! Long live Van Minh!" "For freedom!" Van Minh's mobilization was praised and cheered by countless soldiers. Listen to them chanting their spiritual idols, they fight for freedom!

"Now, I give you the title of Freikorps! Remember, every Freikorb is noble, a hundred times more noble than the lowly lords who are high up, because you are the Freikorps, because you are fighting for freedom!"

Fan Ming came to the crowd and shouted, "Freedom! Freedom!"

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers shouted in unison, and the shouts shook the sky. As Van Ming shouted to set off, the soldiers of the Freikorn set off to the distinctive sound of the horn on Mount Sauron.

"Miss Jamila, what do you think of this battle, a battle of four hundred against a thousand?" asked Bandas to Jamila, who was standing beside him.

Jamila also hesitated when she heard the proportions of the number of people, but finally said firmly: "I will definitely win! I believe in Fan Ming!" After that, he turned around and ran to the city wall, looking at Fan Ming's departing figure, in a daze alone.

"Haha, my lord, it seems that I will serve you all my life!" Bandas hummed a little song with a leisurely expression. Back in the castle, it seemed to him that Fan Ming wanted to win the battle. It's too easy! Because he understands that an enemy without terrain advantage can't fight this snake even if he is strong!

In the middle of Mount Sauron, the prince's camp, at this time, the prince was sitting confidently in the big tent and discussing with his men the distribution of the spoils after the capture of the castle tomorrow. There is a return to how Svadia. How to praise your own merits.

"Your Excellency, tomorrow morning, we can occupy the castle, and when the time comes, there will be no more tricks to slander you!"

"Yes, yes, when the time comes, His Royal Highness will only have to hang the heads of those bandits on the gates of Viruga, so that the cowardly Rhodoks can have a good look!

The knights were constantly flattering, and for them, knights were used to destroy the bandits. It's just overkill! So I didn't take Fan Ming and them seriously at all.

"Haha, don't worry. As long as you storm the castle, you can take the wealth there, and I will cut off the strange-looking, monster-like head myself!

"Then, thank Your Highness the prince as soon as you can!" everyone happily agreed, for those who can tie up the prince, this is the ladder for them to soar in the future!

Inside the tent was a feast of laughter and wine, but outside the tent, the peasant legions, which were composed of civilians, could not even eat enough. These are from the fallen villages of Kurmaburg, Marasburg and the surrounding villages of Viruga.

Because of the continuous wars, the Swadia army was also reduced in rank, and had to forcibly recruit people from the newly occupied villages, these people have not been treated as people by the lords since they were recruited, and they only have one meal a day, and they are all gruel that is so rare that they can show the shadow of a person.

"Hmph, these abominable lords, none of them are good! they are eating and drinking there! let's eat these things here! damn it," the peasants grumbled as they heard the laughter of the lords.

"That's it, let's fight for them, and enjoy ourselves there, what's it!"

At this moment, a young peasant soldier came out of the crowd, covered in tatters, "That's it! Look! What is this? Is this food! We fought with our lives, and when did they treat us as human beings! When we were fighting, we rushed to the front to use them as cannon fodder, and when we grabbed the spoils, they left us behind! What the fuck is this!"

"Huh!

"Hey, what's the solution?"

The young peasant soldier saw that his language had succeeded in flashing these simple peasants, and he felt that the time had come. And so began his true purpose.

"Hey, but do you know what! who are we going to attack this time?" said the young peasant soldier on purpose.

Seeing that everyone else shook their heads for a while, he said: "I heard that this time we are going to attack the leader of freedom, the protector of the common people, St. Van Ming." At this time, the name of Fan Ming has been passed down to the myth, and even the word 'saint' is used: "What! It is the St. Van Ming who led the Rhodok people to fight for freedom! Oh my God! I don't want to fight him! He will be a good man!" "Yes, yes, yes! That's St. Van Ming!"

Seeing that his agitation was very effective, he continued, "I will tell you a secret, just now, just now, just as we were going up the mountain, I met a hunter over there, and he saw that we were all Rhodoks, so he told me, in fact, Saint Fan knew that we were coming! He had already ambushed thousands of people!

"Ahh

More and more peasant soldiers gathered, and they were terrified when they heard that they were going to die. Some even sobbed.

For the sake of us all Rhodoks, I won't hide it from you!" "I have a brother-in-law who is in St. Van Ming's army, and I was going to secretly run to him tonight! Now it is not easy for you to see you, so it is better for us to go to St. Van Ming together! He is very good to the peasants! If he goes, he will divide the land and houses! If he is a soldier, he will also get money! He can still be respected!"

"Yes, that's what I've heard! The peasant life in the territory of St. Fanming is nourishing!" "But how can so many of us defect to him?" "Oh yes! there are too many of us."

"Don't worry about this! I have a plan! You all come here!" the young peasant soldier told them about his plan, and the people nodded their heads to indicate that the plan was feasible.

"Okay! Since everyone agrees, I'll go to the army of Saint Fanming! Wait for me to come back and act according to the plan! You also hurry up and inform everyone! Remember! Don't let the lords know!"

After the peasants had agreed, they went to inform their partners, and the young peasant soldier climbed over the barracks fence and disappeared into the forest at night (to be continued......