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Looking at the white world, Renault couldn't help but sigh.

In such a vast expanse of land, there was not a single trace of green, except for the occasional few lone poplar trees, shaking their thin branches in the wind.

Along the way, Renault had people turn over the snow and dig up a lot of dirt to take a closer look. This black soil has a strong rancid smell and is supposed to be very fertile land.

And according to the information in his brain library, except for winter, the climate in the north is relatively good most of the time, and there is not much rain, but not to the point where even crops cannot grow.

Simon knows something about it, because when he was very young, he was a wandering orphan in the north.

"Lazy. He summed up the root cause in one word.

"Look, my lord, we walked for nearly half a day without seeing a single person, and no seeds were planted in these lands. ”

"Why?"

"Because the population is too small and there is too much land," Simon said, shaking his head, "the smallest village in the north has hundreds of families, but they only grow food near the village, and if it is too far away, it is inconvenient to sow and harvest, so there is a large open space." ”

"They only go to their land twice a year, once to sow and once to harvest. With this kind of farming, no matter how good the weather is, you will not get any good harvest. ”

"And the nobles of the north are also very greedy, and if they know that you have harvested more grain, they will collect it unconditionally. So no matter how much you plant, no matter how good you plant, in the end it is not your own. ”

It was the first time that Renault had heard so specifically about these things at the bottom of the northern realm.

It's just that he doesn't understand very much, if according to Simon said, then the people of the north are busy all year round, what are they doing the rest of the time?

"They?" said Simon, smiling disdainfully, "Most of the adult laborers will go to the coal mines to work, and of course they only go in spring and autumn a year, and they usually stay at home and eat and die." ”

"That's why so many people starve to death in the north every year, that's why there are slave traders who sell people from elsewhere to the coal mines. ”

Incomprehensible.

Renault felt that the nobles of the north seemed to be a bit of a passable posture of eating and waiting for death. If it weren't for the support of the coal mining industry, it is estimated that the northern aristocracy would have crossed a long time ago.

But a small port in Little Wolf Fort can make the north from a sleeping wolf to a royal family to start to speculate and fear, and the north also has great potential.

These potentials are a large number of idle people.

They usually squatted at home with groups of children, and once they were given enough food and gold, they could easily form a large army without training.

What is more terrible about them than the Black Sheep cavalry is their laziness. Lazy people always like to get something for nothing, and plunder is the fastest way to get rich, there is no one.

Armies that aim to loot, although not cohesive enough, can end up being extremely terrible and cruel when driven by greed.

"It's over there. Anna gathered her wings and slipped into the carriage, carrying a little snowflake on her body, "As you might expect, a lot of watchers were spotted around, and they didn't leave until the guards retreated to camp. ”

This is what Renault expected, thousands of people are fighting and killing here every day, and it is strange that these big people in the north don't send people to watch every day.

"More than 300 escorts disguised as robbers and fleeing are fleeing in the direction of the Bugara Pass. Should have arrived earlier than we did. ”

This is one of the more important parts of Renault's plan, and if he wants to exterminate the Luna Cult's nest at once, he is a little reluctant to rely on more than thirty Black Iron Army soldiers.

So far, it's going well, and it's time to pick things up.

From then on, to the Bugara Pass, almost from north to south across the entire northern border, the road is more than 500 kilometers, if you rely on the carriage to slowly shake through, even if it is day and night it will take more than a month.

This is still a case of good weather, if there is a snowstorm and the road is covered with heavy snow, it is estimated that they may not be able to walk until the New Year.

After cooking a simple hot pot in the carriage, it was finally dark that the Black Iron Army drove down the walking bird hidden in the carriage.

All kinds of supplies and equipment were placed on their backs, and this modified walking bird, which could carry more than 100 kilograms of weight at a time, could still run freely.

Moreover, they have wide flippers, which will only leave shallow footprints when stepping on the snow, and will soon be covered by wind and snow, making it difficult to find them.

The black birds were running through the snow, and the only sound in their ears was the whirring wind. The icy cold wind made Renault's pores tighten all over his body, and his spirits were lifted.

Anna and Lauren took turns in the sky to guide the birds, scouting everything around them, avoiding villages and towns, and running at an average speed of 100 kilometers a day towards the Bugara Pass.

Five days later, the shadow of the Warcraft Mountain Range had already appeared in his field of vision.

The snow-capped mountains are like a group of sleeping white giants, lying majestically in the hazy distance.

Since yesterday, Reynolds had a few accompanying escorts buy enough horses from the villages they passed, and then follow the road that was no longer indistinguishable to an unnamed town not far from the Bugara Pass.

The people of the nameless town don't seem to care about the appearance of strangers, and in this cold season, people also become indifferent with the temperature, and only the tavern owner keeps standing at the door to greet them.

After half a circle around the town, Renault settled on a remote inn.

He had only a few guards with him, and a large group of men and horses were camped a few kilometers away.

"Guest, don't you go to the tavern in town for a drink or two on such a cold day?"

"We just arrived and were a little tired. ”

"Well, there's nothing more comfortable in this weather than in the bed," said the proprietor, wrapping himself in an old sheepskin jacket, "Would you like to try my girl here?"

Saying that, the boss got out of the way, and a few half-old behind him walked out in shame.

They were wearing revealing clothes, and in the air of minus a few degrees Celsius, the skin and flesh on their bodies were frozen blue and purple, and they had to force a smile and scratch their heads.

There is such a thing as forcing good people to become prostitutes in any world, Renault couldn't bear to look at the pitiful appearance of a few old prostitutes in front of him, and directly invited them out.

"What a stingy guest. ”

The boss snorted a few words of dissatisfaction, and drove a few "girls" back to the room with some annoyance.

Since Renault did not "consume", he only had a few cold dough cakes with dinner, which were frozen harder than stones, and almost choked him to the point of myocardial infarction.

It seems that Weiwei's baked dough is not the most terrifying, he has seen too little before.

Let's go out for a bite to eat, and after watching a few of the guards choking like ducks, Renault finally gave up the idea of continuing to deal with the stone pastry, and led them out of the inn and towards the liveliest part of the nameless town. (To be continued.) )