The first light of the morning dyed the sky black, and after a night of wind and snow gave way to the clear sky, the fishing boats in the city river slept on the shore, and looking out from the tent, the city walls and the streets and alleys were white, and the whole city of Nipur was as calm as ever, and it seemed that everyone was still lingering in a dream. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A standard arrow tore through the cold air and shot down a well-trained white crow with unmistakable precision, and Sersi watched the unlucky ghost fall from the air not far away, and patted Alan on the shoulder beside him.

"A barrel of wine, ten roasted quails. Sersi said, touching his bare head.

Alan shook his head, walked over and picked up the crow, he removed the parchment letter tied to its legs, and after a few cursory glances, he lit the velvet and burned the letter.

'Buzz-buzz-buzz-'

The steady and melodious sound of trumpets spread from the Oxhorn Legion's garrison to the whole city, each of which was extremely long, and then sounded again after a slight pause, three in succession, heralding the coming war.

A group of knights in armor galloped west through the snow at the gates of Nipoursey, led by the commander of the Horned Cavalry Regiment Taylor, who was dressed in a chain of silver chain mail, with horn patterns made of gold, embellished on his shoulder armor and chest, and a black and shiny mink cloak, which was lifted into the air by the oncoming hurricane.

Kenny was among them, riding alongside him was a man with his face hidden in his hood, his black robe constantly lifted by the cold wind, and the scars on his face could be faintly seen from the corners, like a slender centipede, from the jaw to the earlobe, which looked shocking.

"Going out today?" the hoarse voice reached Taylor's ears, and then drowned in the horse's hooves.

"Of course!" Taylor snarled back, "God Namu has given us a good weather!"

They rode across the snowy plains, into the Horn Legion garrison, through the layers of tents, and finally to the largest tent in the garrison. When he arrived, the sun had just risen, and a ray of sunlight was slanting on the curtain, and Taylor was the first to lift the curtain and enter the spacious tent.

After half a glass of wine, Fello walked into the tent, followed by Aiden, who was also dressed in fancy clothes, and Sombra with a longbow leaning on his back. Sersi arrived, and Allen looked refreshed with the bandages on her calves and arms.

"Hey, the Ponytail Rider looks in good spirits today, and it looks like you've adjusted to your new life in Nippur, but don't duel with anyone anymore!" Taylor said in a pleasant tone, with a very friendly smile on his face.

Alan raised an eyebrow and sat down next to Sersi. "Hmm, do you call me?" he asked, "it's just a friendly fight, not a duel of honor, at least that's what I think. Captain Sersi said that we are about to go on an expedition, and now it is time to unite the front, after all, the girls in the brothel are waiting for me to come back!"

"Hahaha!" Taylor got up with a smile, snatched the flask from the hand of the servant beside him, and stepped down from the throne to pour a glass for Alan himself, "Thank you, if you don't mind, I'm going to use your last sentence as an opening sentence to the soldiers who are about to go on the battle." ”

"Of course," Alan said, standing up and raising his glass, "I'm looking forward to your Arch Instructor's ..... The conductor of the mud, I heard that he was very knowledgeable about the formation, and I could almost imagine how shocking it was, even more amazing than the girl's body. ”

"It's Nikon Walton Perrault, the Knight of Allen. Taylor corrected with a smile.

"Oh. Sorry, I don't really care about remembering people's names. Alan sat down.

Taylor walked back to the throne and turned to look at the people in the tent, his face now faded from a smile to a serious and resolute look. "There are no outsiders here," he said righteously, "as Lord Allen said, we are about to go on a crusade against those blue aliens, and I will leave the words of the crown to the soldiers, and I do not want to hide anything from you here, everyone knows that I have selfish intentions, and so do you, but at least the outcome of this matter will bring peace to the people of Nipur City." ”

After a brief moment of silence, Taylor glanced at the crowd and continued, "I'm done, do you have anything to say, if so, please finish here, get out of this tent, I hope we are all the same, and don't let the soldiers see the jokes." ”

Seeing that no one answered, Alan stood up with a wine glass, "Maybe I'm not qualified to speak here, but the battle horn has sounded, who knows if that group of aliens has spies in Nipur City, now time has become our enemy, not an ally!"

"I don't really like this chestnut ponytail, but he's right," Philo glanced at Allen and turned to look at Taylor, "Let's go on the march, as soon as possible, maybe we'll have a few fewer deaths." ”

"Sercy?" a hint of suspicion flashed in Taylor's eyes, "Recently, the Oxhorn Infantry Regiment seems to have mysteriously killed a lot of soldiers with military achievements, maybe it was done by that group of aliens, don't you say something?"

Sersi drank sullenly, unconcerned about the conversation in the tent, until Taylor looked at him and put down his glass and touched his bare head.

"I'll catch a few blue monsters alive and ask, just like last time. He drank the wine from his glass and got up and walked out of the tent.

On the Horns' training ground, Taylor stepped onto the high platform, with Sercy and Fellowo standing behind him, and Alan shuddered at the sound of impassioned clichés, which sounded more like a three- or two-year-old child, but maybe he knew what was going on.

After the long mobilization ended, the shocking and dull horn sounded again, and with the third epilogue, it completely disappeared into the air, and tens of thousands of bullhorn troops formed three large phalanxes and marched to the south in a neat and orderly manner.

As they marched across the snow-covered fields, trampling down countless yellowing weeds and variegated wattles, low oaks and slender cedars were left behind, the sun had risen and shone on the faces of every soldier, and the horn crests of their shields and spears.

As dusk came, the leading cavalry returned from the south and reported to Taylor that the area was less than ten miles from the Blue Bone Terrans, and that in order to give the enemy a surprise attack, Taylor ordered a garrison to be established in place at Kenny's suggestion.

The soldiers placed their cowhide tents on the snow and covered them with thick thatch to protect them from the dampness, and under the pots and stoves they added dry firewood, and they waited for boiling water and food to wash away the fatigue of the day's march.

Alan and Selsey sat in one of the spacious tents, a cross-cut log used as a table, and they were drinking wine and talking about a certain girl.

There was a man standing outside their tent, and he was clucking his teeth as he heard the laughter coming from inside the tent, but by the time Taylor approached, the man was nowhere to be seen.