By the time the sun shone on the thatched roofs of Stone Crow, the war was over. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the young knights drove their horses into the village, the villagers greeted them and shouted "Long live the Confederates." The boys were now covered in blood, but their faces were filled with indescribable joy.

Among them, Horn was the most pleased. Their squad consisted of twenty-six men, none of whom died, and although there were less than ten of them, it was the first real victory of his life for him. In addition to this, he had captured three heads, which were genuine and on his own, and he asked the villagers to borrow sacks, and put them in the saddle.

The head of Stone Crow Village was a white-bearded old man over half a hundred years old, and he received the knights from the northern city with mead and white sausages. To celebrate, Horn drank five glasses of mead, ate three white sausages, plus two pieces of bread, and a large bowl of pumpkin bisque. During this time, everyone boasted about their heroism in the war: Zira did not have a single head, but said that he had shot every enemy, and that all the heads tied to the saddle were related to him, Conn said that he should have harvested three heads, and like Horn, he had not thought of being robbed of one, and the cow Brac had no head, but he showed people everywhere the abrasions on his shoulder, and before that, the village chief had already ordered someone to bandage his wounds, without even stitches.

Horn just listened quietly, and when everyone laughed, he laughed along, and from time to time he lowered his head and drank.

Only one of them had a straight face the whole time. Ulf had slept so deeply and the scene was so chaotic that no one woke him up. After giving the order, Horn rode his horse to the battlefield, and when Conn went to the mountain pass station with two bloody heads to find the lost map, Ulf woke up in a daze, and then opened his mouth to look at his companions who were cheering in the distance, so angry that he almost broke the long axe. "Man, the southern crusade has just begun, and more tragic wars are yet to come. Seeing that his partner was sullen, Horn patted him on the shoulder and said in relief, "At that point, I think you'll just pray for a little less enemy, a little less." ”

Ulf picked up his glass, slammed Horn's glass, and poured the wine into his stomach with his head up.

After dinner, Horn proposed to take a break in the village to make up for the sleepiness of the night's sleeplessness, which was unanimously opposed. "I should go back soon, Mistress Mike must be waiting for us!" Conn said excitedly. "That's right, let those knights who look down on us take a good look, we are no worse than them!" someone in the crowd immediately chimed in.

So, they said goodbye to the village of Stone Crow in the early morning light, and took the mountain road from which they came, and returned to the Union garrison.

The young knights, who had ridden all day, had a night of cold winds, and had experienced an encounter in the early morning, had no sign of fatigue on their faces. "At that time, the sword grazed my shoulder, and half a second ago, the sword was aimed at my heart!" the cow told Ulf intently, "If it weren't for my quick sideways dodge, man, I wouldn't be dead by now!"

"It's not that you dodged the sword, it's my bow that you really owe thanks!" Zira exclaimed with a look of displeasure, "I shot the man in the neck at the time, I don't think a dying man is any threat!" He sped his horse and followed Ulf, "yes, brother?"

"Hey, your brother was sleeping soundly!" the cow laughed, and everyone laughed too.

"The lack of discipline on the part of the subordinates means that the commander is not leading in a proper way. Horn turned his head to look at the laughing crowd, "You're humiliating me, not Ulf." ”

"Boss, it's just a joke, the war is over, don't take it so seriously. Zilalang said.

"Everyone has times when they fall behind. Horn continued to defend Ulf.

Ulf turned to his brother. "Okay, I'll remember to keep up with you next time, the southern expedition has just begun, not to mention, there are a lot of bandits in Nippur, maybe when we return to the station, Mistress Mike will send us a new mission. ”

"Wait. Horn whispered, tightening the reins in his hand, and with a small neighing sound, the horse stopped at the front of the line.

"What's wrong, boss. Zira drove her horse to follow. They had just climbed over a mound of earth at this time, surrounded by rolling hills, and the dense trees obscured the view, and there was nothing but the sound of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves.

"What did you find?" Conn drove to the front of the group, sacks containing two heads bobbing back and forth around the saddle.

Horn didn't talk, but looked around vigilantly, everyone's movements stopped, and the relaxed and happy atmosphere instantly dissipated without a trace. "Don't speak, there's not quite something wrong with the forest ahead. His warning was quick and low.

"Shall I take a look?" asked Ulf, clutching his axe.

"No, don't move. Horn turned his head, "Listen to me, no one is allowed to look into the forest now, let's go back to the village of Crow, and then go back from the main road." ”

"Now?" Conn opened his mouth, "two more hills and we'll be back at camp." ”

"Execute the command. Horn drove his horse and turned around.

"Boss, boss....." Zira swallowed, the rest of the words stuck in her throat.

"In the name of the western lord of Nipur!" shouted the man who had stopped their retreat, pointing his sword to the sky and sitting in the saddle. He was followed by a dozen strong men on horses, but most of them rode malnourished ponies, each skinny and pitifully small, walking like a goat on a bumpy mountain road.

"In the name of the Lord of the West of Nipur!" Horn heard the same voice behind him. He turned his head and saw a dozen men on thin horses emerging from the bushes just now, some holding iron axes, some holding sledgehammers, some holding sticks with long thorns nailed, and the one who spoke, wearing a gun-gray chain mail.

"You've done a good morning!" shouted the leader who blocked the retreat. The pony under his crotch was slowly closing in on Horn with his hooves open. "It looks like those useless rice buckets are dead worthless, and they can't even hurt the hair of a group of baby soldiers, aha!"

"Horn, we ....."

"Shut up. Horn interrupted Ulf as he raised his head, "I'm Horn Dalton, the leader of this team, from the North City, and my father is Kenny Dalton, the lord of this territory, if you don't want to die-"

Horn was interrupted by the leader's laughter, and the sound was thunderous. Others weren't as amusing as he was. "Guys, we're going to have new horses and weapons soon!" he tilted his head to look at Horn, "Kill everyone else except this guy named Dalton!"