"Who is that?", Clarence wondered as he looked at the forty or fifty riders passing by not far away, "why are they riding so tall horses? ”

Clarence's family has always raised a pure-blooded Tuhlman war horse, and the bloodline is particularly pure, and the bloodline of the past generations proves that there is no other bloodline in this war horse. Such a war horse is worth tens of thousands of gold coins in the Turman Empire. Don't be too much, this is still because Clarence's war horse is female, if it is a pure-blooded male war horse, the price of one horse is enough to make many small nobles feel desperate.

Many people love horses and are keen to raise horses, and horses are all they have. It is said that a hereditary earl rarely slept in the same bed with his wife, but spent his days crammed into the stables with his horses, which were adorned with luxury and race past the palace.

Delaire leaned over to take a look, he touched his gray beard, "I don't know either, but their horses are really good." He knocked a small bell on the inside of the carriage, and the whole team slowed down, and the guards rode up to the window of the carriage and bent down, "Please command." ”

Glaring pointed to those who were drifting away, and said, "Ask them if their horses are for sale, and I will offer them a price that will make them willing." ”

The guard slapped his chest, shook the reins with both hands, shouted a trumpet in his mouth, and the sturdy hind limbs of his mount under his crotch kicked the ground violently and ran out quickly.

"Those horses are really good, but I don't know if the bloodline is pure or not. I don't really like the hybrids, although the advantages of the hybrids are more obvious than thoroughbreds, but they are not noble enough. "The Grand Duke of Havana has a pure-blooded Tuhlmann horse, male, do you know how much his foal costs to mate once? 50,000 gold coins, it's crazy to think about money, only a fool would do such a thing." ”

He suddenly noticed an embarrassed look on Clarence's face, and the atmosphere suddenly stiffened. De Lael was stunned for a moment, then broke the stiff atmosphere with a haha twice, "How much do you think we'll have to buy their horses?"

"Fifty thousand gold coins, or more!", Clarence quickly dismissed Delare's ridicule as a fart, believing that it was an unintentional mistake on the part of Delare, even though he did pay thirty-five thousand gold coins like a fool, just to breed. Of course, this was last year's price, when it wasn't that high. However, he is not particularly bad, as the foal born in the middle of this year is just as good as his parents, and the most exciting thing is that the foal is a stallion.

As long as it is well trained, such a war horse can be sold for more than 100,000 gold coins, or even higher.

Delaree took a sip of red wine, and a gold coin was drunk by him unconsciously. "It's funny to say, those people are wearing the same clothes, and I don't know whose private army it is, but I always think they are a little familiar. ”

"When you say that, I think they're quite familiar, especially the ....... De Lael also suddenly came to his senses, and the two of them quickly rolled up the car window regardless of their demeanor, and the temperature in the cold wasteland was much lower than in the city, and suddenly the cold wind like a knife poured in, and the two masters were speechless with their mouths open. After a long while, Delaere leaned out and slapped the carriage of the carriage and said, "I suddenly remembered that I had something else to do to go to Fort Stone, and immediately turned around. ”

He shivered and shrank back from the window and closed it again, only to feel better.

"Wouldn't that be unkind?", Clarence hesitated, "at least Rosie should be reminded, after all, he will be a parent in the future." ”

De Laere shook his head, "He will definitely be able to dodge, that is the big man of the future, and their combat power is also very strong, at least when facing the thirty-three of them, I dare not make a move." After a pause, he said affirmatively in an autosuggestive tone: "Our speed can't catch up, yes, we can't catch up." ”

The long convoy suddenly began to turn from the middle, and the horse team in front immediately stopped and ran towards the Solid Stone Fort.

"Someone came after him. Alexander patted the horse and Rosie together, "but there should not be many of them." ”

Rosie gave him a surprised look, "How do you know someone is catching up from behind?"

Alexander pointed to the crows in the sky, "Crows are scavengers, they rarely catch living creatures on their own, and most of the time they eat the carcasses of dead animals. Therefore, in order to save physical strength, black crows most of the time land downwind of the grassland to nest, and when there is blood in the air, they will follow the smell of blood. Look over there, ......", Alexander pointed to the black crows flying in the sky on the left, "they are flying, we are moving faster than the smell spreads, and there is only one possibility that they are flying at this time, and that is that something has alarmed them." ”

"Could it be an animal?"

Alexander shook his head, the Templars had a lot to learn, and he was also a more experienced person, "Animals in the wasteland generally don't catch, no, they definitely don't catch crows, and they are not interested in flying animals, because if they can't catch them, they will consume physical strength." It must be people, but there are not many of them. ”

Rosie became interested, "Why aren't there so many?"

Alexander straightened up with a sense of accomplishment, "If there are many of them, these crows will fly away instead of circling." They were waiting for something that had alarmed them to leave, and then they were going to descend. ”

It is indeed extremely valuable knowledge, a bad advertising slogan, knowledge changes fate, and it is true. Rosie thought of an ambush for a moment, and he didn't like passive defenses. Defense and attack are two extremes, and the defense has succeeded nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times, but only one mistake can negate all previous successes. The attack is not painful, even if the opponent has defended 9,999 times, as long as the last meritorious service is made, the previous defeat is not a failure.

Instead of passively being chased behind by others, not knowing when and where to be forced to respond to the enemy, it is better to take the initiative to ambush the enemy.

Rosie's mind was racing, and he thought of many things in an instant, and he took one look at the half-human-tall, tough weeds like twigs, and immediately had an idea.

Behind him, a soldier of the Golden Legion grabbed a rope from the saddle in his hand, pressed one hand on the saddle, pouted his waist and abdomen, and stepped on the saddle with his feet as his buttocks were raised high. He carefully tightened the rope in his hand and stood up. With the republic's latest generation of military binoculars in hand, he scanned the surrounding wilderness.

Suddenly, there were several small black dots in the distance, which were about to run quickly, and he fixed his eyes to see that it was a war horse.

"There are war horses in one direction, more than ten in number, and less than a hundred. ”

Marcus pursed his lips, his indifferent eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the curtain of time and space, looking ahead of him to the right, he waved his horsewhip, and the whole team immediately fine-tuned the direction, and ran in an arc in the designated direction.

In fact, he also knew very well that his approach was very inappropriate, and he went deep into the enemy territory without authorization to hunt down the nobles of Tuhrman, which would make his superiors very angry, and he might not be promoted for a few years, and he had to do some dirty work. But he felt that he had to do this, and that the small sacrifices of himself and others were nothing compared to an unsung hero who would not be able to die without peace. Marcus was desperate for the warlords at home, if they could unite, maybe they would have carved up a backward feudal state like Turman with the Federation, and even finally be able to kill the Federation, like the Holy Light Church thousands of years ago, to highly unify the power of the entire Western continent.

It's a pity that he is only a small soldier, a small captain, and there are only a hundred people under him, and some people do not obey his command so much.

Wait, Brian, I'll get your head back!

Let you have a decent funeral, and let people remember that you have made countless feats for the republic.

"Speed up, catch up with them!", Marcus roared, raising his legs and stabbing the horse with the spurs in his heels, which felt the pain and ran harder.