“”

The rout of more than 300 men was stationed next to an abandoned hunter's hut, but fortunately it was a leeward slope and inaccessible to the people, so the group was able to survive in hiding.

Fatis patrolled the surrounding camps, and the soldiers were not in good spirits, mainly because of the fear of the arrival of the Kujits. This kind of situation has not been encountered a few times when Fatis was a serving soldier, and his cavalry unit has basically not been besieged or separated, so at the moment he can only look casually, and he is at a loss to solve the problem.

Lorna, on the other hand, was in the hut while guarding Harris, who was sick in bed, and at the same time used mud pans and branches to figure out the current position, like this kind of large snowfield where birds do not lay eggs, it is very important to find her own storage zài, she occasionally goes out to try to test the direction of the wind, and tries to try to determine the direction of the sun, but it is still the snowy month, and the sun will not come out of the clouds at all. The girl's job brought great difficulty.

"Ugh"

Hearing Harris moan, Lorna dropped what she was holding and walked to the edge of his bed, reaching out to try his forehead, and it didn't seem to have a headache and fever from the inflammation of the wound on her body.

"What's the matter, do you want to drink water?" After that escape, the young nobleman, who had been very strong, had weakened almost rapidly, and now his face was pale, and both the girl and the fatis were troubled by such a situation.

Harris struggled to sit up from the bed, and Lorna, seeing his weak appearance, didn't say anything more, and put up the pillow that didn't have much cotton. Then she helped him and let him sit against the pillow.

"Actually, I just want to talk to you, do you hate me?" even if it was just such an action, Harris was already panting.

"I don't hate you. ”

"Then why is it at the time of Zhiva Chenori?"

"I hate your uncle, that old fellow," Lorna's words were cut off at this point. Think that only that old thing knows about that night, and look at this man next to him. She couldn't help but have a headache.

Harespoyer's eyes looked straight at the girl beside him, people used to use flowers to describe girls, but Lorna gave the impression of a famous sword in an ornate scabbard decorated with enamel and gold, wonderful and sharp. He was intoxicated by this beauty, but she didn't realize it as she was thinking about it.

"That's since we were that night"

Such a sentence was exchanged for the girl's sharp gaze, probably this is a past that cannot be mentioned, although Harris feels dizzy, but he is still very sober.

"I mean I mean I actually want to say I can marry you so you won't"

"Why should I marry you?"

Without hesitation, ask rhetorically, what it means. Although Harris has dealt with many women, he can't guess it.

So you can keep your honor?" he wondered if he should say that next.

"Well, that's what I thought, even if we already have a good time, if I marry you as a wife, no one will know about it"

"But I don't have feelings for you. ”

This sentence simply interrupted all the train of thought of the Virgian, who had said it with a sense of guilt, and when he thought about it, he had not even thought about whether he really loved the girl in front of him.

Lorna stood up and walked to the door, watching the snowflakes fall slowly outside the door.

"Maybe I won't have such happiness in my life. It was my misfortune to be born into a strange family, and my fate would have been worse than it had been now, but now," she turned her face to the man who was sitting on the bed looking at her with a look of astonishment. "I decided not to do anything reluctantly." ”

return

Faced with the chaos in front of him, Saiga Khan stroked his beard with concern. In order to gain respite, he had already sent emissaries to the Shariz peace talks. and prepared to unite the Virginians to the north, unaware that his people had wandered to the eastern part of the snowfield, causing great trouble for the intended ally.

"The regions of Tulga and Lana have seceded from the Khanate, and in this case we will have to move the capital to Achmore. "Nayan Ubai is the patriarch of the court. He also had a good record in the war against Swadia, but in the face of a devastated situation, he was not at all sure that he would be able to hold Halma.

"Now that the Knights of Dawn are busy managing new territories, it seems that there is little threat to us for the time being," Khan looked at the news he had just received a few days ago, "but that old fellow from Claes has been hugging his men in the southern mountain passes, and we don't have much manpower to mobilize for help."

It was at this time that the guard at the gate suddenly returned.

"The messenger of the Sultanate of Salander has arrived. ”

"It's been a day, and it's good that the Kugit haven't touched it. ”

"Wait like this, that kind of thing is sooner or later" Fatis took a sip of the wine in his pocket, this skin was previously ripped from the corpse of the Kujiit, the oriental liquor brought by the steppe people was both refreshing and warming, before he ran into the house and poured a sip on the lying Harris, who had sweated all night, and his face was much better this morning.

Lorna stood in the doorway, leaning on the hilt of her handguard sword, looking indifferently at the tent around her, the wind ruffled her hair, and the cold last night had frostbitten many people, many of whom had frostbite on their hands and feet, and even had problems standing and holding things.

Yesterday afternoon, a soldier hunted a hibernating bear and a few deer nearby, and with the dry food supplies they had brought before, they could surprisingly last enough for a week, and the water source could rely on snowmelt. The shortage of fuel became a problem, and the nearby bushes, dead grass and even animal manure that could be used for burning had been collected, adding up to only two and a half days in total - in the year-round cold of the Wekia Snow Field. No one will be able to spend the night without fire.

"Kujiits!!"

The soldiers who were guarding in the distance suddenly ran back, and the whole camp was in chaos. Everyone began to scramble to arm themselves and put back on the scales or chain mail that had been taken off. A few of the fast-moving ones had already picked up their weapons and held their shields in front of them.

"Fatis!"

Lorna fastened the collar of her blouse, drew her sword and beckoned to her partner, and Fatis nodded, grabbed a spear, whistled, and the two horses ran with their hooves scattered.

"Circle up on the perimeter of the hut and prepare to meet the enemy!" the mercenary captain galloped by, leaving his final order. Two riders ran in the direction of the mountain pass through the snow.

“”

Harespoye stood in the doorway leaning against the wall, and he tried to get his sword when he heard the commotion around him. In the end, he found that the fingers of his right hand could not exert any strength at all, so he could only barely come out and watch the girl who had taken care of him for a day and a night rush to the front line to meet the enemy

The five Kugit cavalrymen, who were not in a fighting position when Lorna and Fatis rode in, were clearly unaware that they had been spotted by the opposing sentinels.

“！！！”

"Driving~~~"

Fatis's chestnut horse had a speed advantage over Lorna's white horse, and he skillfully raised his spear and stabbed it into the chest of a nomadic cavalryman who had just turned around, the tip of the spear piercing his back with a red fountain, and the sound of the blade piercing through the flesh and bone suppressed the screams in the man's throat.

The Kugit reacted at this time, drew the nomadic scimitar at his waist and prepared to meet the enemy. Lona's horse is tough in terms of weight and short bursts. With a swift blink of the wind, half of the head of another Kujit was cut off, and the blood was like water from a sea bowl, and it opened a large field on the crystal white snow. The headless body fell from the horse like a sack.

Seeing that the two companions were killed almost instantly, the remaining three said something in Kujitan, which Fatis did not understand, and quickly distanced themselves from the two. Pulled out the nomadic bow in his crotch pocket.

"Fatis, get the horses moving!"

Lorna lashed at Fatis's horse. The chestnut horse immediately began to run rapidly, and Fatis tugged hard at the reins. A few feathered arrows "swished" past his head. The Kujits' riding and archery skills are really not boastful, and there are crossbow-wielding cavalry in Swadia, but none of them can calmly release arrows in the run like the Kugit archers, and they are so accurate. Lorna's hind leg was quickly hit by an arrow, her whole body weakened, and the nearly 1,000-pound mount fell down.

"Lona—"

The girl was secretly a little surprised in the face of the sudden change, but immediately jumped up with all her strength, quickly broke away from the stirrup, and made a cushion with both hands at the moment when her body threw herself on the ground, and knelt on one knee with a beautiful roll. The Kujits, who shot her horse down from behind, seemed to see an opportunity, wielding a nomadic scimitar to Lorna's neck.

Fatis was trying to get close to an opponent, using his spear to force him not to turn back and shoot his arrows, but this was already the limit of his equestrian skills, and although the nomad could not slow down to shoot, he could also keep his distance from Fatis steadily, and the two of them were consumed like this, and the other saw Lorna fall off his horse, so he turned to help his companion deal with the one with the horse.

"Whew-"

Bloodflower blooms

However, the blood of the man on the horse added the hilt of a throwing knife to his throat, and the corpse fell backwards. The ownerless horse still kept its high speed and crashed into the girl, Lorna lowered her body as best she could, and when her chest almost hit her face, she suddenly reached out and grabbed the belt that the saddle was tied to the base of her neck, and with the force of her legs, the whole person flew to the right, and one rolled over and rode steadily on the prairie horse.

"Get out of the way!"

When the uncle heard the sound, the girl gave a command, and hurriedly turned sideways, two flying knives broke out of the air, and hit the back of a cavalryman with the shoulder armor of Fatis, and the other was pushed away by the one facing this side with a blade in a hurry, but the horse was slow, Fatis's spear directly penetrated the neck of the war horse under his crotch, and the tower-like Kugit man turned over and fell to the ground under the churning of the horse, but both found that this scout was different from his companions, and the other four were skilled in arching horses, which can be said to be due to the nature of the nomads. But this guy also seems to have a good knife hand, both in terms of movement and reflexes, he is a professionally trained fighter.

"Bang dang~~" (to be continued......)