"Soldier, I'll ask you one last time, who sent you?" Mike's words were cold, and there was a hint of murder in his eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The archers kneeling on the ground were frightened, trembling and shaking their heads.

Mike got off his horse, his silver boots creaking and creaking on the snow, and the blood of the enemy dripping from his boots was so bright red that it was imprinted on every footprint he walked.

Step by step, he walked to the archers kneeling on the snow, the blade of the sword reflected up and down in the snow, and the bear's head on the hilt of the sword showed sharp fangs, like a monster that had not drunk blood for a long time, waiting hungrily for a long-lost feast.

Mike gently lifted the blade of his sword and placed it on the archer's shoulder.

The archer seemed to feel the cold devil, and his whole body trembled, for the first time he felt that death was so close to him, even on the battlefield he had never been so afraid, and the sour urine ran down his legs. He whispered softly, "It's not me, I don't, it's really not me." ”

'Whew!'

Mike's razor-sharp blade severed the archer's left arm, and blood spurted out of his stump and splattered on the snow. The archers rolled on the ground in pain, and their miserable howls frightened the winter birds of the forest into scattered directions.

"Soldier, for the sake of your fight for the Union Army, I ask you again, who sent you?"

The archer did not answer Mike's question, and his voice grew smaller and quieter, until the whole person convulsed in the snow.

Mike's blade slashed across the archer's neck, blood pouring out and printing the snow red.

"Great Namu God, please forgive this child for his sins and take him back to the Angolan steppes!" Mike muttered as he prayed for the soldier who had fought.

He tucked his sword into its scabbard, turned to Nina, and waved his hand as he walked to the soldiers who were waiting for him, who lowered their shields and guarded their sides.

"What's the matter, Mike, what's going on, is it the Peace Army killer?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, the guard who caused the trouble turned out to be our cavalry of the Angolan steppe, maybe he did have something unspeakable, this is my fault! Sorry ma'am. ”

"Poor Marven, he's only seventeen years old, he followed Kenny on his expedition when he was fourteen, he killed four pikemen by himself during the Holy War, and he walked fifteen miles of mountain roads with Kenny on his back, and he was all to our family..."

After a little regrouping, the army continued to march, and Marven's body was buried under a giant tree in the Red Oak Grove, and the stele inscribed, Loyal Guard, Marven.

Twenty years later, Kenny led an army of 100,000 men across the North City Bridge to the south, passing through this red oak forest, he dismounted and walked to the stele, the name on the stele was blurred, Kenny gently swept away the fallen leaves on the stele, picked up a bag of mare's milk wine and placed it in front of the stele, turned his head and introduced to his favorite son Horn, "Horn, buried here is my father's most loyal soldier in his life, Marvin Foglin!"

Kenny and Lawrence's army marched to the westernmost side of the Red Oak Grove, but failed to get the message they wanted, and the soldiers looked exhausted from the hurried march.

"Lord, further west is the border of Shotok City, after Marcy escapes, he will definitely count the soldiers and come to encircle and suppress us, we don't have many people left, if Marcy reports our whereabouts to Bill, they will definitely besiege us, and we won't be able to escape if we want to. ”

"I know all this, but what are we waging war for, just because of the black land of Black City? I have to remind you Duke Lawrence, we are for the freedom of those slaves and refugees.... Ten miles further west, if there is still no trace of them, we will turn back into the Red Oak Forest, and from the Red Oak Forest all the way north to the south boundary of the Yingshui River, we will not be far from the Beicheng Bridge. Kenny stroked his messy beard and replied impatiently to Lawrence.

"We all know in our hearts that Kenny, you're here for Nina...."Lawrence unceremoniously pierced Kenny's thoughts, but who made him the leader of the Alliance Army.

After more than ten miles to the west, Kenny and his party still did not meet Nina, so they had to return the way they came, avoiding clashes with the scattered peace army.

The wind and snow were particularly cruel in the north of the territory, and it took more effort for the soldiers to take a step forward, and the plains east of the Red Oak Forest, as if under the spell of a dark magic wizard, most of the soldiers were from the southern wastelands, and they knew for the first time that the snow could be so heavy that they could bury an entire foot.

The army finally reached the border of the Red Oak Grove before it got dark, and did the final analysis of the map before it was dark. They were all worried, they would never be able to get out again, but it was better than dying at the hands of the Peace Army, after all, those beasts in the Red Oak Forest only meant more food to them, and the only thing they had to worry about was the poisonous fog besides getting lost.

After the final analysis of the map, Kenny's army made a five-mile detour south to the northernmost town of Ogps, where they needed to exchange for some clothing to withstand the snowfall.

Ogps is the most marginal town in the north, and most of the townspeople live by hunting, and the fierce folk customs have caused all the ministers who come here to die until no one wants to come here anymore. The adults of the First Continent often scare disobedient children like this, 'If you don't obey again, I'll send you to Ogps.'"

In order not to arouse the resistance of the townspeople, Kenny and Lawrence only led a few guards to the town.

The cold streets of Ogps were deserted, and Kenny and Lawrence followed the sound as they pushed open the door of a tavern, greeted by enthusiastic music and prostitutes, and the aroma of ale. The hunters had a hard day's work here, and the ales and prostitutes made them feel as if they had come to life again compared to the jungle beasts.

Kenny and Lawrence ask for two glasses of ale and listen to the music and look at the prostitutes on stage as if they were one of them.

"Hey, blood-covered Southerners, where did you come from, and who allowed you to come in?" a drunken hunter stumbled to the bar, and then collapsed to the ground.

Kenny and Lawrence look helplessly at the drunken hunter on the ground.

"Northerners, do you have a place to sell clothes? We need plenty of winter clothes. Kenny asked, looking at the bartender busy at the bar.

"How much do you need? more than the wolves and lions of the Red Oak Forest? You look like a rich man, or at least a foreign minister. The bartender replied with a slight mockery. "There is only time left for recreation today, if there is anything you need to ask in the streets tomorrow, don't make trouble with the southerners, this is my kindest advice. ”

Kenny sat on the bar chair and played with a silver coin with a notch in the coin, and the two glasses of unpalatable ale asked for a silver coin, and only poured half a glass for them, they were obviously discriminated against by the bartender, but they had nothing to do.

A strangely dressed man walked over. "Distant friends, do you need a divination? Maybe it will bring you good luck. ”

"No, thank you. Kenny drained the remaining ale from his glass in one gulp.

"That's fine, I wish you a good night's dreams, friend from afar. ”

Lawrence walked out of the tavern after drinking, and the snow was already on the helmets of the guards at the door.

"It's snowy tonight! Lawrence complained to Kenny who followed.

"Yes, if the snow is bigger, it will bury us all, and we don't have to go abroad. Kenny said half-jokingly.

Back at the station, Kenny fell asleep on the haystack a short time later.