Zira and Horn walked side by side, Ulf followed, followed by Cow and Ma-Face, the relationship between the two of them had always been close, and the rest seemed to follow, and the horses of the noble young masters walked on the bumpy mountain road, like a hunting party on a long outing. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It wasn't until after the sun had set that the team rode down the foothills. In the distance, the unwalled village sits on a flat field, with no place to ambush except for a small pine needle forest to the south, which makes Horn, who was the captain at the time, a little helpless. "Stop, we're camping here. He stopped his horse and raised his right hand, "Conn, take out the map and make sure you're not lost." ”

Conn complied. "How could I get lost, the North City Forest can't even bother me. The young knight shook off the map, scratching his chin. He told the people that the village was what Mike called the Stone Crow Village, and that there was a small pine forest to the south of the village, and that only the hill where they were located could be ambushed.

Horn dismounted, and Zira, who had just been made an officer, took out bread and wild fruits picked along the way, and distributed them to the people. The cow Brac wanted to make a fire, because they had come by a long river that blocked the way, and most of them were soaked from waist to boot, and the others agreed, but Horn rejected the proposal, because night was about to fall, and their goal was already so big that it would be pointless if they were discovered by the bandits.

The crowd nibbled on hard bread in disappointment, wrapped themselves in the blankets they had brought with them, and prayed that the night breeze in Nipur would not be too cold.

Ideals and reality seem to be forever at odds with each other. When night really fell, the young knights who had been lurking in the darkness crouched in blankets, shivering in the howling of the night wind. They had their backs to the mountain pass, and it seemed that only here could they see every move of Stone Crow. The branches and foliage of the trees around them rattled, the cracks in the rocks whistled loudly, and the wind from the whole hill seemed to pass behind them, disturbing the quiet night.

"It's so cold, Horn!" Ulf finally cried out, "Let's change places! It's so dark, even if we hide in the village, those guys won't find out!"

"Are you crazy?" Horn's eyes widened, "Mistress Mike told me that there might be their eyeliner in the village!"

"Just maybe!" Ulf insisted.

"My lord, even if we don't hide in the village, there is no need for a cold wind to blow in this mountain pass, right?" the cow's teeth chattered. "Listen to me, let's retreat to the back of the mountain to avoid the wind, use the lottery to decide the sentry post, just leave one person here, if you find the situation, blow the trumpet!"

"Unless you can prove that the bandits are all deaf!" Horn turned his head to look to the other side, "Even if those guys are not regulars and don't have as many people as us, at least they are all veterans, and only surprise attacks can give them a fatal blow!"

Ulf stopped talking, the cow kept his mouth shut, and no one objected. For the next period of time, the night breeze showed no sign of abating, and the bone-chilling cold continued to tear the teenagers' wills, and even Horn himself began to miss the campfire, the hot soup, and the warm feather bed. But now that he is the captain of this team, he doesn't even have the right to complain, so he can only grit his teeth and keep an eye on the village in the distance.

"Guys, which of you have killed someone?" he decided to break the awkward silence after a moment's pause.

At first there was no answer, so he asked again.

"I've shot a rabbit!" Zira's words drew a burst of laughter.

"I've seen dead people, piles of dead people. An eloquent young knight said, "My father has helped my lord to thoroughly investigate corrupt officials, and on that occasion twenty-one people were found, including even a marquis, who was to be executed by my father himself after Lord Sersi had pronounced their sentences. ”

"Hanging?" said Zira, pulling the blanket tighter and turning back, "Then I've seen it too." ”

"No, my father cut off their heads with a sword. "He ordered me to watch, and every time I cut off my head, he would look at me, and I would blink at it, and he would call me a coward in front of everyone." ”

"Then your father is really stern, Sumerian has not been at war for a long time, and people are used to peace. The young man beside Zhaofeng Ear muttered.

"No, those knights look down on us. Zira pursed her lips and turned to look at Horn, "Boss, you must have killed someone, right?"

"Nope. Horn shook his head, "But soon, I have a hunch that those guys are coming." He paused, then looked back at his companions behind him, "Let's compare and see who has the most heads." ”

"I can't ask for it. Ulf stroked the long axe beside him and smiled.

Horn didn't know how he could sleep in such a cold outlet. He dreamed of his mother, who hugged him and cried bitterly, and begged him not to say that he was not afraid if his father asked about the southern expedition. He also dreamed of his bedroom, and little John stole a whole bottle of wine for him, and with Mabel, and he made a whole dozen jam pies, and when he took a bite, it tasted ..... Full of gore.

He woke up to a deafening hissing as Zira shook his shoulders. "Boss, boss!" he cried, "wake up!

Horn stood up weakly, almost tripping over the blanket that wrapped around his body, and the noise in the distance resounded through the air, wild and miserable, as if shouting: Hurry, come on, help, hurry. He heard the shouts of the people, the clash of spears, the neighing of horses, but fortunately there was no fight.

His team didn't rush into action, perhaps out of fear, but he wasn't alone. "Take your fellows!" cried him as he turned on his horse, "I don't care who you used to be or who your father was, and if a man dares to retreat today, I will cut off his head at once!"

Zira's face was pale, and he felt that Horn in front of him seemed to have suddenly changed as a person.

Realizing that the young lord was not joking, the young knights mounted their guns and followed Horn towards the fire-filled village. Almost instantly, a trumpet sounded in the distance, low and mournful, chilling.

The fog in the air was gradually evaporating by the rising sun, the grass left over by the horses was covered with dew, the mud flowers were constantly flying behind him, and the feeling of the wind whistling in his ears made Horn wake up instantly. All the strategies discussed along the way were forgotten, and at this moment he suddenly found that he was no longer afraid, and only wanted to run to the first enemy immediately, and pierce those twisted faces with the sword in his hand. "Long live the Confederates!!" he drew his saber and let out a terrifying scream from his lungs.