The heavy cavalry galloped back and forth, and in the sound of heavy and rapid horses' hooves, the snow hanging on both sides of the Bison River Valley fell, and the snow of more than 20 centimeters on the south bank was trampled solidly by the dense horses' hooves.

The cavalrymen were neatly guarding the hundred and ten wagons carrying grain and grass, and some sturdy infantry with arms were transferring the heavy sacks of food from the wagons to other wagons with sacks piled like hills, the heavy wagons creaking under the heavy loads, and the overwhelmed wheels sinking deep into the solid snow.

The noble knights sat on their sturdy horses, whispering to each other, and they would never do such a lowly job in front of them, and the cavalry, which was the main force of the army, would never leave their horses.

Other infantrymen skillfully dismantled the thick wagons into solid oak trees, and under the escort of the archers, the heavy infantrymen who had stripped off their armor carried the thick oak with the thickness of a human head dismantled from the wagons in an orderly manner on the flat south bank that was trampled by the horses.

In the open space outside the project, a simple but absolutely not simple gorgeous tent was erected, thick canvas and felt full of exquisite patterns resisted every trace of cold wind, and above the tent, all kinds of dense pennants printed with the noble badges of various noble families, the flags were waving in the wind, whirring.

In the warm tents, the leaders of the expeditionary force, those noble nobles, were sipping fine wine and enjoying the fragrant and tempting roast wolf meat, waiting for the project to be completed.

"Boss. What are they doing?" asked Marcus, who was lying in ambush in the snow on the other side, had been crawling in the snow for almost a day since they had been preparing here, and the damned humans on the other side of the valley had been grinding over there for a whole day, and now instead of crossing the river, they had camped and tossed in place.

"Stupid, they're building bridges!" Tara pursed her lips in triumphant mockery.

"What are you talking about, little man?" Marcus lowered his voice and glared at Tara, which was all he could do now. They were not too far away from the army opposite. If you move bigger, you may be discovered by the other party.

"Okay! shut up for me!" Xia Zuo scolded dissatisfiedly, and immediately asked Marcus and the two to shut up in a hurry, but they still kept provoking each other with their eyes.

"My lord, if you let them build the bridge. Our preparations have been in vain!" said Möngke, with some concern in his tone. They had intended to give a surprise attack when the other side's heavy axles crossed the river. But now that the other party is not willing to work hard to build bridges, they have no chance to take advantage of their unpreparedness to attack.

Xia Zuo scanned the hot construction site on the opposite side with heavy patience, and the other party acted unreasonably. Although his original plan failed, he was sure that there were definitely other opportunities to ambush the other party, but he had not yet seized it.

The snow hanging on both sides of the river falls into the deep valley because of the heavy cavalry galloping back and forth, the span of the Bison River valley is not wide, the distance between the two banks of this estuary is only a span of more than ten meters, but the depth is nearly 100 meters high because of the rain in the upper reaches all year round, and the mountain wall is as straight as an axe and a knife.

With the current manpower and material resources of the expeditionary force, it is not difficult to build a simple and strong bridge on it for their army to cross the river, if this bridge is used for trade between the north and the south, Xia Zuo will definitely welcome it, but if it is used for marching, the most advantageous advantage of the Kampas in the gravel wasteland will be lost.

"Boss, what should we do? Do you want to retreat first?" Gu Lie asked a little anxiously, this is not that this brave warrior is cowardly, but the position they are in now, once the opponent's army crosses the river, then they will face each other head-on, and when the time comes, there will be no other choice.

"Wait!" The slight cold wind seemed to take away all the heat in Xia Zuo's head, and his thoughts were calm and terrifying, slowly scanning Xia Zuo around him, a cruel smile suddenly appeared on his face, and a better idea flashed in his mind.

Although the surrounding warriors did not understand Xia Zuo's decision, they had a long-standing habit that they would not oppose any decision made by the leader.

The cold wind gradually rose and whistled past, and the only sound of the bridge building seemed to be left on the cold wasteland, and the infantry holding their arms in the cold wind sweated to their heart's content.

In the gorgeous tent, although there is only a thin layer of separation, but the warm and spacious tent is very different from the ice and snow outside, there are three rows of mahogany carvings, inlaid with gold edges of luxury long tables, each table is placed twenty sets of gorgeous and delicate shiny silver tableware, silver around the golden pattern inlaid with rubies in the wine jug, and all kinds of jade, horn, gold, silver, all kinds of crystal gorgeous wine glasses, inside by the red shimmering luster, like flowing ruby-like wine。

At the feet is a fine blanket made of fine wool and covered with brambles representing the Savani family with golden threads.

The stools of the guests were lacquered with soft velvet cushions, while the most noble of all, the Count, sat a chair in lacquered gold encrusted with precious stones and large pearls, with four legs replaced by carved wooden lions, and a two-headed eagle with its wings spread and ready to fly.

In the center of the tent was a large square oak table, with sturdy oak legs sunk deep into the soft and delicate blanket.

On the table, there are all kinds of gold and silver utensils, melons, fruits, vegetables, roast chicken, bacon, and all kinds of luxurious delicacies that are rare in the wasteland are piled up on the table.

The steaming heat is filled with the aroma of wine, meat, melon and fruit and even the spices of the woman, all kinds of smells are mixed together, making this luxurious tent full of extravagance.

The richly dressed nobles and knights sat proudly behind the lavish long tables, enjoying the rare delicacies of mortals, while whispering about the simplicity of the party and the roughness of the food and drink.

His Excellency the Most Honourable Earl sat in his own splendid seat at the top, and even the mountains of wine and delicacies in front of him did not make his gloomy face look any better.

The only people who were able to sit beside the Count were a few other noble Earls, as well as the mysterious and noble Titan Priest, who wore a scarlet robe and a hood on his head that covered his entire face in deep shadows.

Even when enjoying food and wine, it is sent into the shadows with the dry palms of the hands that are so pale that you can see the pale blue veins under the skin.

"Your Excellency, you don't need to worry, at this speed, by this time tomorrow, we will be able to actually walk on the land of Campas!" a nobleman, richly dressed and with gold and precious stones inlaid with black silk tunics, looked like one of the few counts, and raised his crystal cup full of red glass to Lord Sidvar, and laughed loudly.

The ownership of the Gravel Wasteland has been disputed, with the unwritten agreement that the south bank of the Bison Valley belongs to Rodman and the north bank to Campas.

"Your Excellency Meglore, on the front line of the expeditionary force, when the soldiers are busy building bridges in the cold wind, do you know that it is the right time for a banquet?" Count Sidwal's tone was filled with resentment, if such a banquet was placed after their victory, even if it was ten times more luxurious, a hundred times, he would give a smile to every hero.

But now on the banks of this damned Bison Valley, these damn bastards who only know how to collect money, enjoy themselves, and sleep with women, must take advantage of the time to have a banquet, not to mention the possible enemy attack at any time, and once the scene here spreads, the sergeants outside will definitely complain in their hearts, and they will not be able to fight at all.

To be precise, the sergeants who were now braving the cold wind had begun to complain, especially the heavy infantry who were forced to remove their armor and weapons for labor.

"You saw it, too! It's not a decent banquet, is it?" Count Meglore pursed his lips and glanced at the food and wine piled up around him, "It's just an ordinary dinner, all of you are nobles with noble blood, warriors from long-established families, you can't let these noble warriors fight with inferior wheat flour and smoked meat!"

The tone full of mockery made Kane's thick brows jump, "This kind of noble banquet is not where I, a civilian, should stay!" sneered disdainfully, got up and looked around at everyone with resentment, and the burly body viciously shook off the curtain and walked out.

"Oh, lowly civilians who don't know how to be polite!" Meglor scoffed, but the voice was loud enough to make Kane's face flush with anger as he walked out of the tent.

Sidwar wanted to jump up and yelled at these stupid bastards who only had power and money and women in their heads, but his education since childhood prevented him from doing so, and many of the nobles present were from the military line, and these nobles who relied on the face of the Titan's oracle to invite were exactly what he needed now.

In particular, Count Meglor, who came from one of the oldest families in the empire and had his own large territory with noble blood, brought with him 1,000 heavy cavalry and 2,000 light cavalry, which can be said to be the highest among many nobles.

Even though he was already eager to cut off that damn head in his heart, Sidwal's face still piled up a warm smile, and he took the golden cup inlaid with various colored gems in front of him, and raised his glass to the nobles who were doing it from afar and looked around, "Your Excellencies, let us drink this cup together, and wish us victory and return!"

The red glass wine flowed into his mouth, and the corners of Count Meglor's mouth, the initiator of the banquet, smiled with satisfaction at Sidwar's attitude. (To be continued......)