Time flies.

December 21, 1379 in the Medland Glory calendar.

The golden sunlight sprinkled on the Lanyin corridor.

Outside a small city of less than 30,000 people, in the snowy wilderness, Joe, who was shirtless, waved his arms and shouted to the sky.

The Titan Fist wrapped around his arm, reflecting a soft glow in the golden sunlight. Joe's heavy punches pierced the air again and again, and a loud roar of heavy artillery continued to erupt.

A sixth-order warrior from the Wolf Temple, spitting blood, collapsed at Joe's feet, unable to move.

On the side, Gorkin smiled, holding a set of extremely gorgeous Gallic armor inlaid with a large number of precious stones in both hands, and his fingers were gentle, as if caressing the skin of a girl, gently caressing the exquisite rose pattern on the armor.

A little half a mile to the east, nearly a full brigade of Imperial soldiers raised their weapons and let out a high-pitched cheer.

Half a mile to the west, nearly a thousand highland warriors in ragged clothes with tired faces wept in low voices, dropped their weapons in their hands, and knelt on the ground weakly.

The Imperial soldiers slowly approached, step by step towards the highlanders who had surrendered on their knees, collected their weapons, and tied them one by one with special ropes.

Among the captured highlanders, there was a sixth-order warrior who could not afford to be seriously injured, and there was also a young nobleman with a young face and a noble status, who was seriously ill and had a high fever because of the wind cold.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army quickly treated the seriously injured sixth-order warrior, and at the same time, they carefully deployed an elite team of soldiers to escort the young nobleman to the rear front headquarters.

It was a fair duel.

The army under the command of Joe and Gorkin pursued and fought fiercely all the way, catching up with the fleeing highlanders.

Because of the drag of the seriously injured sixth-order warriors and the seriously ill young nobles, this group of highlanders did not escape into the deserted plateau area on the north and south sides, but chose to flee all the way along the Lanyin Corridor to obtain supplies and medical treatment in a small town.

They were finally caught up in this small town by Joe and Gorkin and others.

Joe asked the sixth-order warrior lying on the ground for a fair duel...... He swore in the honor of the Wittu family that if this Sixth Order could defeat him, then he and Gorkin would let them take people away.

The highlanders, who were exhausted of food, medicine, and on the verge of collapse in strength and morale, agreed to Joe's request for a duel.

The sixth-order warrior of the Wolf Temple promised that if Joe defeated him, then they would lay down their arms and surrender to the Imperial Army.

Joe, Gorkin, and the military judges who accompanied the army all promised that if these highlanders surrendered, the low-level highlander warriors would not mention it, and they would all receive preferential treatment commensurate with their status.

Because it was a fair duel, Joe didn't have armor.

The sixth-order warrior took off his armor.

Joe wears the Fist of the Titan and fights with a sixth-order warrior armed with a snow-patterned iron scimitar.

That's how it turned out.

Joe seriously injured the sixth-order warrior and captured him alive.

Gorkin was overjoyed and confiscated the sixth-order warrior's full body armor. Such a gorgeous set of armor, and captured from a powerful Wolf Temple Sixth-Order warrior, this set of armor can become a very important treasure among the Weitu family heirlooms.

This army of the Highlanders, exhausted and completely demoralized, completely collapsed and completely surrendered to the Imperial army.

Several intelligence officers accompanying the army strictly interrogated several highlander leaders on the spot.

Suddenly, several intelligence officers and the Imperial officers and soldiers around them raised their arms and cheered at the same time!

The two sixth-order warriors of the Wolf Temple who were captured alive were just that, the young nobleman who was sent to the front-line command was the new chief of the 'Howling Wind Tribe', who ranked seventh in the overall strength of the Highlanders, and had only been in office for more than half a year!

With a smile on his face, Gorkin threw the gorgeous full-body armor to his adjutant, trotted to Joe's side, and punched the white flesh of Joe's upper body.

"Joe, you guy, you lucky guy...... You killed three Sixth-Order Orders along the way, and with these two, you captured a total of four...... The total number of fifth- and fourth-order orders killed by you has exceeded thirty...... Bastard, you're a lucky bastard...... You also captured the new chief of the Howling Wind Tribe...... Ha, no, I have to ask, your credit, your credit...... How should this be calculated? ”

"Hey, Gorkin!" Jo was about to stop Gorkin, but Gorkin couldn't wait, and jumped like a big horse monkey to the military judge who was counting the number of prisoners and the level of combat power of the prisoners not far away.

"Hey, hey, show me, how much Joe's military exploits have accumulated? Promoted to Major General, is it enough? You can't fool me, Joe is big enough to be promoted, right? Gorkin grabbed a Judge Advocate General's Colonel and leaned in front of him and spat loudly.

The faces of several military judges were extremely ...... Wonderful.

Joe, this freak.

Outside the Wolf Tooth Castle, he had killed a sixth-order transcendent of the Wolf Temple in public, and he had already frightened countless people.

But along the way, Qiao killed three more sixth-order, captured four alive, more than thirty fifth-order and fourth-order were killed by him, and the fifth-order and fourth-order were captured alive, and the total number was more than one hundred.

It's good now, because of this duel, the Imperial Army has captured the new chief of the Howling Wind Tribe!

Together, such credits are almost enough to reach the side of the lieutenant generals of the Empire...... But Joe, he had only turned eighteen a few months old, and the eighteen-year-old Major General of the Imperial Army? It's a little too sensational to get out.

The military judges grimaced and refused to answer Gorkin's questioning.

This kind of troublesome matter should be left to the bigwigs above to discuss...... Eighteen-year-old Major General of the Imperial Army? The military judges all felt a little broken. In particular, the highest-ranking Colonel of the Judge Advocate General's Office, who was over forty years old, kept glancing at Joe who was standing in the distance, and his mood was extremely strange.

More than two miles away, a full division full of spirits and high morale, lined up in a skirmish line, and launched an attack on the small city of less than 30,000 men.

Dozens of old-fashioned bronze field guns roared, and the shells hit the low, less than ten feet high earthen wall of the small city, and fiercely gnawed off a large part of the earthen wall, revealing a group of highlanders with less than a thousand people shivering, armed with swords, bows and crossbows of various colors, and even a few old-fashioned arquebuses.

A full-fledged division of the Imperial Army has nearly 20,000 soldiers.

In the small city in front of him, there are less than 30,000 residents in the entire city.

Several white flags poked out from behind the city walls, and an old voice sounded weakly: "We, surrender, surrender...... Honorable people, we are all good citizens in our city...... We are all good citizens with a heart for the Empire! ”

A sharp eagle's cry was heard high in the sky.

At a height of nearly 10,000 feet above the ground, more than a dozen large plateau sheep eagles with wingspans of more than 20 feet and large bodies that can hunt fierce beasts spread their wings and hovered over the small city.

Jo looked up and squinted, and he saw several small, thin highlanders sitting on the backs of several large sheep eagles.

He could even see the unwilling resentment on the distorted faces of these highlanders.

Lan Mujin walked over and draped a winter army coat over Joe. Joe's arms shook, and the Titan Fist turned into two bracers, which were firmly attached to his wrists.

Wrapping his coat tightly, Joe yelled at Gorkin, who was entangled with several military judges, "Gorkin, this is the last city planned, right?" Is the army preparing to spend the winter here, and then continue the attack after the spring begins? ”

Gorkin muttered a few words to the military judges, then turned around and nodded vigorously at Joe.

"That's right, Red Sakura City, here, all the battle plans for this year have been completed...... Later, after the New Year's celebration, the climate in the Lanyin Corridor will become even worse, and it will be difficult for even the giant beasts on the ice field to move here. ”

"Only when the snow melts, the land thaws, and the temperature rises in the spring, can we continue to attack westward."

"Still, it's pretty much the same. By the time they arrived at Red Cherry City, most of the Lan Yin Corridor had already reached the hands of the Imperial Army. ”

Gorkin walked back to Joe's side, pulled out two crumpled cigarettes, and handed one to Joe. The two brothers stood in the snowy fields with cigarettes in their mouths and spewed smoke, watching the busy Imperial army around them.

Gorkin's subordinates, busy counting the prisoners.

The Imperial Army, which had just begun to attack the city, had already entered Red Sakura Castle from four directions as a company.

Outside Hongying City, adjacent to a frozen river, a large number of logistics troops are nervously erecting barbed wire, building civil fences, and building field camps.

The Imperial Army will be stationed outside Red Cherry City for at least three months, surviving the colder weather that will follow, and then after the spring flowers bloom next year, they will be able to continue their westward attack and open up the entire Lanyin Corridor in one fell swoop.

Winters here are hard, and field tents simply don't allow soldiers to survive the winter safely. In the next few days, the soldiers must cut down enough logs and build enough wooden barracks to survive the terrible winter that follows.

"What the hell is this...... Gorkin! Joe looked at the lean Gorkin with pity, and patted his belly vigorously: "You should grow more meat, like the legendary white bear in the northern ice field...... Thick enough fur and fat will make you more comfortable in winter! ”

Gorkin rolled his eyes at Joe very unceremoniously: "Don't talk nonsense, you should find a way to cut the fat on your body a little...... Hmm, what's next for you? ”

Joe blinked.

What's next?

What plans could he have?

More than a dozen court knights rode tall horses and galloped all the way.

They circled the field for a while, and then went straight to Joe and Gorkin.

"Your Highness has an order, Gorkin Rong Wittou, Joe Jong Wittou, you follow us and report to the front command headquarters...... Your Highness, you are about to return to the imperial capital, you follow Your Highness and set off together! ”