Heartfelt thanks to Shan for the reward, and the fox rewarded the coins, "Damn! It's just a little bit, almost I can cross that ridge!"

Narondo, a smuggler, came out of the Samore barracks with a depressed face and a heavy heart, and kept blaming himself for "whirring"

Narondo felt a whistling wind rush past his ears, and a Samar herald rode past him on a warhorse, the flying hooves splashing the soft earth on the ground, and the huge horse's body quickly turned into a black dot on the road in the distance, "What's the matter! It's Frederick's boy!"

Naronto looked at the Samar herald who disappeared in the distance for a while, and in his image, although the Samar army was more strict in capturing smugglers, they got along very well with the nearby farmers, all kinds of smugglers, and the chamber of commerce gathered here, especially the herald Fitre.

This lively young man is a good man, and sometimes he will greet smugglers who have been caught, and he will greet them eagerly, and it is the first time I have seen such abnormal behavior, "What a season of hell!"

Narondo looked up at the sky that had darkened, the air was dull, the sun was obscured by black clouds, and the whole air was full of water vapor, it seemed that it would rain here soon, Narondo hurriedly sped up, hoping to rush to the front of Kra Town before the heavy rain fell, where there was still a batch of goods that had not yet been seized, thinking that the heavy rain might wet his captured goods, Narondo wanted to cry anxiously, it was all good military rations.

If it gets wet, it's all wasted, "No, I have to rush back immediately!"

Naronto ran in small steps, his slightly obese body trembling, like a fat rabbit that kept jumping, stomping!

Narondo heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and found that the Samorish herald had turned around with the dust just now, and Narondo hurriedly waved his hand as if he had seen a savior, "Frederick, stop, stop."

"Boss Narondo, why are you still here!" the herald saw Narondo waving his arms, and hurriedly reined in the galloping war horse, stopped in front of him, the horse's hooves struck on the stone pavement, making a crisp sound, "Can you take me to Kra Town? Why are you going?" said Herald Frederick's face hesitated. With a look of wanting to speak, "I'll give you money!, as long as you bring me to Kra Town, I'm willing to pay ten gold coins!" Narondo looked at the herald pitifully and said, "I know you're a good person, help me, I'll be grateful to you!" "You don't have to go to Kra Town!" The herald Frederick hesitated for a while before he replied with a solemn face, "It has been requisitioned, and now everyone except the army has been transferred to Rondo Town!" Narondo's face turned pale, and he was secretly glad that he did not return to the town, thinking that the goods he still left in the town were all military supplies that could not be seen, and if he was found out by the Samar army, his head might be over, "Because of the war! Our war with Kyoto broke out!" The herald Frederick said excitedly, "The legion has just issued a mobilization order! Those hateful Kyoto Yankees are going to be unlucky this time!" "War with Kyoto?" Narondo's face was stunned when he was said, and soon a look of ecstasy climbed into his face, the Kyoto embargo made him, a big businessman in Kyoto's business line, almost bankrupt, and the news of the outbreak of war was tantamount to a wonderful divine voice in the sky for him, "Long live! War!" Narondo shouted happily, the unhappiness just now had been thrown out of the clouds, in Samor, war means new trade routes, new wealth, "Boss Narondo, if I were you." Hurry now to the town of Laiwuford, ten miles to the north," the herald Fitrich's whip pointed to the north, and said in a slow voice, "The legion is gathering caravans there that are willing to follow the expedition, and that is the best opportunity to make a fortune! Think, prosperous Kyoto will open its beautiful cloak before you, and the legionary proclamation has been issued, and all caravans that follow the army will be eligible for the highest priority in the trade and management of Kyoto!" "Thank you, Frederick!" Narondo couldn't wait, waved his hand to the stunned herald, and his fat body jumped again, just like Narondo, countless merchants gathered in front of the announcement just released, and the content on it made everyone's blood boil with excitement, "Hooray! War! The merchants waved their fists excitedly before the announcement was issued, the smugglers gathered in the western hills cheered, the wagons full of goods rushed out of the town, with the whistling smoke and the thirst for riches, to the northern town of Laiwuford, where there was their hope, groups of Samore soldiers marched from the camp to the direction of Kyoto, the horses roared and the spears were like forests, the flat plains were full of soldiers, and the tents were standing on the banks of the Satsuma Kuri River, there were soldiers, merchants, and even the Hulin people in the south, no one believed that Kyoto could withstand the attack of the Samar army, and now Kyoto was like a cake destined to be dividedThe war mobilization order announced by Samar made this sudden outbreak of war like a deformed monster, urging everyone's hearts, wealth, glory, land, and all kinds of ** to converge into a huge, unstoppable torrent. Vicchia Jiang Palace, the torches crackled in the night wind, the flying sparks exploded, turned into bright spots, and finally melted into the surrounding darkness, King Guitar III stood up with a solemn face, looked at the silent ministers below, and spewed out a breath of anger at the corner of his mouth, "Say, is there any news from the north?" King Guitar III asked in a deep voice, the fire shone on his face, half dark, half white, it looked strange and terrible in the firelight, and the silence below was terrible, all the ministers lowered their heads, no one answered, and no one dared to look up at the face of His Majesty the King, because everyone knew that it must be an angry and distorted face. "Tellarante! You came up with the hurricane plan!" Guitar III's cold eyes swept over, and finally fixed on one person, the ministers' eyes turned to the back at the same time, fixed on the last figure of the minister's queue, Tirnarant's white face was particularly dazzling in the dark, Tirnerant stood out of the queue, there was no trace of fluctuation on his steady face, took out a secret letter from his arms, strode in front of Guitar III, in front of all the ministers, gently placed it in front of Guitar III, and whispered respectfully" Don't be anxious, ten days ago, the north had already moved! Now, the army of the Stien family should have crossed the Eituclay Mountains! The northern garrison of Samore would not have thought that there would be the army of the Stien family behind them!"