In the evening, as twilight fell, the gunfire had ceased and everything was over, the excited cheers of the victors mingled with the desperate groans of the wounded, and the dying horses fell to the ground neighing in mourning.

Rescue teams were sent on both sides to find the survivors, passing by, occasionally greeting, and the soldiers tacitly obeyed morality, a peaceful sight that had been killing each other three hours earlier.

The inhabitants of the nearby villages had already taken refuge in distant places, and out of nowhere, some sneaky figures appeared, bending over and tiptoeing into the battlefield.

Dalí knew who these people were, they were corpse robbers who made their fortune by looting corpses on the battlefield, and his father scoffed at these people, believing that they had desecrated the souls of their warriors.

The robbers were accompanied by vultures and scavenging crows, who smelled death and came to enjoy the feast.

The robbers greedily rummaged through the carcass' pockets and bags, and they specifically sought out the corpses of officers in ornate military uniforms, took off necklaces and rings, and pulled out gold teeth with pliers.

They looted not only the dead, but also the seriously injured who still had their breath alive.

A hussar from the principality came to inspect the battlefield, and they raised their guns and fired a volley, one of the corpse robbers fell in response, and the other thieves scattered.

In silence, the two fugitives climbed off the roof of where they were hiding, and they carefully walked along the edge of the battlefield as they continued towards the heart of the principality.

Dalí had just discovered the tragic fact that his money bag had been lost in the process of escaping for his life, most likely when he fell into the water.

He did not dare to go back to the river to look for the money bag, and if he was mistaken for a corpse thief by the soldiers on duty, he would undoubtedly be executed immediately.

There is only one piece of good news, the gendarme knights who are chasing them will definitely not come to entangle again, the noble alliance has suffered heavy losses in this battle, leaving only an ambulance team of more than 100 people, and the area around the battlefield has been completely controlled by the principality.

Dalí sighed: "After this war, it is time to redraw the power map of the peninsula, and the border division here must have changed, according to this situation, I am afraid that the principality can really unify the peninsula." ”

"I'm thinking...... If only my father had decided to move to the principality earlier. Jane Ning said sadly, her head bowed, dragging her tired body to move her feet.

There was a hint of indignation in Dalí's words:

"They say that my father is a traitor, but our family has never sworn allegiance to the Count of Herbes, just because my family's territory happens to be located in the Earldom of Herbes, this county is just one of the many forces on the peninsula, we have never had a sense of state, we only know that we are Varstads, in fact, like my father, we all support the unification of the peninsula."

After a long journey, the two of them saw a street sign with the words "Territory of the Duchy of Valstad" engraved on it.

After a lot of hardships, this is just the first step, and the road ahead is long.

With nothing left and no fugitives left to survive in this strange land, their destination is Fort Midknight, a fortress city named after the Duke's family and the capital of the Duchy of Valstad, in the heart of the Duchy.

The Duchy official with whom his father corresponded lived at Fort Midknight, and his name was Simon Gallieni, who his father considered him to be the best military theorist on the peninsula, and Dalí knew nothing but that he was in a high position and close to Duke Easter Midknight, and that everything could only be said after arriving at Fort Midknight.

With no money, no food and no water, Dalí did not dare to steal food on the territory of the principality, he also counted on finding a living here, and if he was caught and put in prison, it would be all over.

During the day, they went to the houses of the people along the road to beg for food, and when they were thirsty, they looked for water from wells to drink, and at night they had to eat and sleep in the open, and when they were lucky, they came across a carriage willing to carry them for a while.

Some of the bastards stared at Jane Ning with a flirtatious streak, claiming that they were willing to pay for her, and Dali was going to draw his sword to teach them a lesson, but now he didn't want to cause more trouble.

During the arduous journey, Dalí did his best to take care of his sister, but she still fell ill on the way, she had a high fever, some delirium, and was in a coma from time to time, and Dalí found a cart abandoned on the side of the road to push her.

On the day he arrived at Fort Midknight, Dalí felt like his body was about to collapse, his resurrected body was not tired easily, but the pain of his body was not relieved at all, his knees made unsettling noises, his shoes were worn out and he was barefoot, his feet were quickly worn out, and every gravel in the path was painful torture for him.

There seemed to be an epidemic in the surrounding area, and people were panicked at the sight of the sick, and no one was willing to carry them in horse-drawn carriages.

The scorching midday sun scorched the earth, and Dalí was afraid that Janine would not be able to support it, so he made a small tent to shield her from the sun, at this time her breath was already quite weak, several terrifying erosions appeared at the corners of her mouth, her eyes were closed, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and at this time he could already look at the fortress wall in the distance, and passers-by said that it was Fort Midknight, the capital of the duchy.

Hope was in sight, Dalí's limbs were numb, only the conviction in his heart sustained him to keep going, the magnificent fortress city seemed to be close at hand, but in fact there was still a long way to go, and that afternoon they finally entered the city inside the fortress, but fortunately the guards at the city gate did not trouble him.

Dali fed Janine all the water he had begged along the way, and he himself drank unclean well water on the way, and his throat was swollen and he couldn't make a sound, which made him anxious, and he had planned to ask passers-by for his address, which was terrible.

Seeing that Janine was already angry, Dali had no regard for his self-esteem at all, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to all the people who passed by, he could not speak, he could only use a wooden stick to desperately draw words on a dirt floor:

(Please!) Tell me where Simon Gallieni lives, or help me find a doctor! Help her, she's dying! ）

Pedestrians saw this mute man with a beard, tattered clothes, and bloody feet dancing on the side of the road, and a dying woman lying in a cart beside him, who looked like she had contracted an epidemic, and people did not care about the writing on the ground at all, but avoided them from a distance, for fear of contracting the disease.

In the scorching sun, the indifference of these passers-by chilled Dalí's heart, and just as he was desperate, the guards at the city gate blew their trumpets, and a spectacular procession was entering the city.

A group of gendarmes began to clear the road, and all the carriages moving on the road were avoided to the side, and a senior officer on a white horse inspected the road, who waved his hand to the rear and signaled that the procession could move.

A group of horsemen at the front of the line, dressed in extremely ornate black uniforms, with brimmed bearskin hats that made these tall and handsome young men look even more formidable, and the edges of the epaulettes hung down with golden tassels, and the buttons and cuffs were delicately ornamented, all of which indicated the extraordinary status of this group - they were the guard of honor of the Principality of Valstad.

People seemed to understand the origin of this procession, and gradually gathered around to watch the excitement, and the children jumped up and down excitedly.

Behind the cavalry were three huge carriages inlaid with gold, each pulled by six precious steeds, the rare horses of the Far North were beautiful and strong beasts, their long manes fluttering in the wind, and their backs were draped in robes painted with the insignia of the night owl.

It was the carriage procession of Ister Midnet, Duke of Valstad, and Dalí's blood began to surge, and a crazy thought came to his mind, he must seize this opportunity, if he wanted to find the high-ranking official who corresponded with his father as soon as possible, he could only take the risk of carrying out this reckless act, and he would not be able to survive if Janine died because of his hesitation.

He rushed into the crowd and squeezed into the front row, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't shout anything, his swollen throat made every breath he took accompanied by sharp pain, and with all his strength he could only squeeze out a few faint and meaningless sounds,

Seeing the duke's convoy passing in front of him, gradually moving away, if this opportunity was lost, Jian Ning's condition would definitely not survive tonight.

Dali knelt down, completely ignoring the sharp pain in his throat, and tried to recover his throat as quickly as possible with a dry cough, the ground in front of him was covered with bloody mucus that he had coughed up, and the people around him were so frightened that they kept their distance from him, and they watched in amazement as the homeless man grabbed a handful of dirt frantically and swallowed it.

This trick finally worked, and my throat felt a lot clearer!

Dalí burst out of the crowd and tried to approach the last wagon in the group, but the four Guards cavalrymen who were guarding the carriage quickly jumped off their horses and pinned him to the ground.

Dalí could not move at all, and he prayed in his heart: (Lord Duke, please listen to the cry from the depths of my soul, and if you can help me save Janine's life, I am willing to sacrifice this body and do my best for you until the last breath!) ）

"Let go of me! My father knew Simon Gallieni! We're here for you! Please! Lord Duke! Save my sister! ”

The hoarse roar seemed to come from the desperate souls of purgatory, and everyone present was shocked by the shout.

An officer in a three-cornered hat walked up to Dali and ordered, "Guards! Take this crazy homeless man away and put him in the castle dungeon! ”

"Wait." The man in the carriage spoke.

The doors opened, and the Guards officers and soldiers stood up straight, knocked their heels hard, and saluted the men who got out of the car.

Duke Easter Midknight, still wearing his plain blue-grey military uniform, and his silver-grey eyes as sharp as night owls under his thick eyebrows, examined with interest the down-and-out vagabond in front of him, his beard, rags, and bloody feet.

"Your father knows my top military advisor? What is your name? Where did it come from? The Duke asked.

"My lord, my name is Dali Einfurt, I am from the city of Tagarvi, the county of Helbes, I am here to find Simon Gallieni, to go to your country, I beg you, save my sister, she is dying! Please, please, please......"

The hoarse throat of the homeless man made a smaller and smaller sound, he raised his arm and pointed to the woman lying dying on the flatbed, the pain and exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he fainted.