After lunch and a little rest, the traversers embarked on a journey to the south again, the target - the Orc Empire!

"Drive!"

"Step, step, step!"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again over the field, and they moved quickly to the south, and the sound of the waves of the Franiard River rushed with them to the warm place of the south.

Fast horses galloping, smoke and dust, sunset in the north, cold wind back!

Another week passed, dusk.

The horse team galloped on the field, a pure white unicorn rushed to the front, and on the wide saddle, two beauties were sitting together in a very ambiguous posture, accompanied by the unicorn's running, one after the other, the flying white dress was so unthinkable.

A wide river rushed beside them, slightly muddy current, reflecting the figure of the 'stowaways'.

Let the armor enter the automatic mode, Zhang Yuan closed his eyes, sucked a large mouthful of oxygen supply solution into his mouth, enjoyed the cool feeling from his heart, and then slowly spit it out, this feeling, one word - cool!

At the same time, his brow furrowed tightly - after more than two weeks of consumption, the travelers' already small supplies were on the verge of exhaustion, and soon they would face the embarrassing situation of starving food, and there was not so much prey for them to hunt on this snowy field.

"Lao Zhang, the material statistics are out, we still have more than 80,000 bullets, most of the guns are in good condition, enough to support a small-scale battle, the only thing missing is food, according to the current consumption rate, at most three days, we have to drink the northwest wind. You Nanzhe sped up, rode to Zhang Yuan's side, and said worriedly.

Zhang Yuan didn't answer, the two fell silent, and after a long time, Zhang Yuan replied: "Rob!"

"Robbing the natives?!"

"That's right, it's to rob the natives! Check the map immediately to see where the nearest town is, let's go right away, like you said, in three days, we'll have to drink the northwest wind!"

Goebbels rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up from the musty smell of the bed, stretched, and yawned long, revealing a mouthful of large yellow teeth.

"Phew, this damn boss, really picky, this kind of broken bed actually costs five livres a night (the name of the currency unit, copper coins, about the currency issue, please go and check the explanation of the currency problem in the work of this book, otherwise you may not understand it, and you will not explain it in the future), what a greedy vampire. He scratched his hair that he hadn't washed for a long time, causing a flurry of dandruff.

Getting up, putting on the stinking cowhide boots that had been with him for more than ten years, he rubbed the corners of his eyes, flicked a yellow eye droppings away, took off the saber on the table, and strode out of the room.

Outside, he took a hard breath, and the cold winter air lifted his spirits. When you look up, you will see a cluster of low buildings, densely packed together, interspersed with several streets, forming a small village.

Ramos Village.

A poor hamlet belonging to the San Francisco Empire, between the White Wolf Mountains and the rushing Dirkos River, is a small village that is not very remarkable.

This small village named after the first village chief has always been devoid of hustle and bustle, it has no public facilities of any state nature, including churches, nor any government-appointed officials, and there are not even any public activities except for the occasional gathering of the villagers in front of the campfire for a group meal, all of the illiterate villagers have been living by hunting and collecting fruits in the mountains and fishing in the nearby river, and the nearest town is also on the other side of the White Wolf Mountain, although the White Wolf Mountain is not a big mountain, but it is easy to isolate a small village with only a few hundred people and no precious specialties, and even the tax officials are reluctant to come hereOnly around the beginning of the New Year and spring, there will be a few very lucky villagers who have caught the lot and turned over the mountain to the nearest Tieshi Town to exchange some daily necessities and coarse grain, often they bring back things such as "seeing a carriage" Such things are enough to make all the children in the village scream and become the talking point of all the villagers at the dinner table and pillow in the next month, and the status of the person who brings back these topics will also rise to the level of "big man" in the hearts of the villagers, and his status is second only to the village chief and those "real big people" outside.

But this life of indisputability is now shattered.

Goebbels raised his feet and was about to go to the rushing river to wash his face, when he was startled back by a loud noise.

"Bang!"

He sat down on the ground, looking at the red smoke rising in the sky not far away, and his mind was full of doubts written in his mind, which had not had a few drops of ink

"Flares have been issued, and after reconnaissance, it has been found that there are no clergy in the town to attack. Wei Dadong put down the binoculars, his face was calm, but the right hand that kept rubbing on the handle of the pistol betrayed his true thoughts. He is a retired soldier, and reconnaissance operations are his old profession.

He clamped the belly of the war horse, slowly took out the pistol from his waist, put his left hand to his mouth, and was just about to whistle.

"Whew!" the sound of a piece of cloth shaking.

He turned his head, only glanced at it, and then fell to the ground with a thud: "What kind of trouble are you bandit-like looks going on?!" I saw that the traversers covered their faces tightly with cloths, leaving only a pair of obscene eyes. "Let's rob, how can we be unprofessional?" Yi Haotian smiled shamelessly, his voice was very hearty, but the cloth covering his face made his voice a little muffled.

"Well, I'm convinced. He rolled his eyes, shook the reins of his horse, and the warhorse, which had already been tamed by him, immediately spread its hooves and rushed towards the small village not far away.

"Step, step, step!"

The sound of horses' hooves, symbolizing death and plunder, drifted into the distance

Goebbels stood stupidly in place, looking at the cavalry not far away, who were rushing towards this side, obviously with bad intentions, and their faces were like ashes.

"How can there be cavalry here, how can there be cavalry?" He stood trembling in place, wanting to turn around and run, but reason was still telling him that if he turned around and fled, he would definitely die if he was caught up by the cavalry! He stabilized his breath, pulled out the saber whose blades had been slightly corroded, and stimulated the battle qi in his body, which was as thin as paper, and posed a cross sword starting pose, with the little murderous aura accumulated by years of being a mercenary, it was also a little powerful, but it was a pity that the feet that had been spasming destroyed this momentum completely.

As the cavalry drew closer, he knelt down, ready to chop the horse's legs.

What was not enough to puzzle him was that the distance between the two was less than twenty meters, and the other party still did not mean to draw the saber.

"Bang!"

A bullet slammed into his feet, startled him by the loud sound and the crumbling clods of dirt under his feet, and before he could make any other movements, "Bang!" Another shot, a 9mm large-caliber bullet pierced his right leg, the bullet tore through the muscles, shattered the bones, and blood gushed out. Losing the support of his legs, he fell to the ground with a thud, Goebbels threw away the sword in his hand, prostrate himself on the ground, and wept: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

More than thirty fast horses passed by him and rushed into the town. In the chaotic sound of horses' hooves, You Nanzhe attached to his ear not far away, and whispered: "Humble native"