Kuroda Hanbei, an excellent staff officer who rose like a meteor in the middle of the War of the Gods.

Of course, it is only for staff officers.

Norton, Monton, and even Marshal Dahaino repeatedly tried to put him in charge of the army alone, but he himself refused. According to the fox man's own words: "Too much caution, too much planning, but lack of courage and confidence to make decisions on the spot, this is a big shortcoming." ”

- "King of Kings: Shadow Soldier" Chapter 73 Super Sweet Wine Kuroda Hanbei put his hand on the side of the barrel and jumped into the carriage without a sound, quietly not even alarming the cattle in front of him. The fox man picked up the wine scoop casually, scooped out the half scoop in the wine barrel, sniffed it carefully, and handed it to the kobold under the car, and several kobold officers sniffed it carefully one by one, and some of them dipped their fingers in it and put it in front of their eyes to look at it carefully. Eventually, several kobolds shook their heads at Kuroda Hanbei.

Kuroda Hanbei took the wine scoop back, lay down on the wine barrel, stretched the wine scoop all the way into the wine barrel, and probed several wine barrels, apparently, everything was normal. The fox eyes wandered for a moment, and Kuroda Hanbei stirred the wine vigorously with a sake scoop, and soon a whirlpool appeared in the barrel, and as the stirring speed increased, layers of yellow particles floated from under the barrel.

"Sir, please tell me, what is this?!" the fox man still had a smile on his face, but it had changed to a questioning tone.

"What?" The car boss hurriedly poked his head on the edge of the barrel to take a closer look, reached out and pinched the sediment in the wine, and sniffed it carefully with his nose, and finally showed a smile on his face: "Master Bing, you scared me, what should I be, this is the lees that was not drained when making wine." You smell it. If you don't talk about a glass of turbid wine, this turbidity refers to the bottom of the lees. ”

Kuroda Hanbei squinted his eyes and stared at every subtle expression on the car boss's face, pondered for two or three minutes, did not say a word, and finally, scooped up the half scoop wine and handed it to the car boss: "Thank you for your affection, finally, I borrow flowers to offer Buddha, please taste it." ”

Obviously, there was a stunned expression on the car boss's face.

Kuroda Hanbei didn't understand the sound, and his eyes had already slid from the car boss's face to his hands. At this time, the hand should be able to better express the true mind of the car owner - the car owner's index finger subconsciously buckled back from the tip of the thumb to the root of the finger.

"Master soldiers, it stands to reason that I can't drink this wine, this is what I sincerely dedicate to you. However......" The young car boss actually made his words clear: "I don't think you seem to be a member of our Holy Court, and I guess you may not be too relieved to be too relieved for us who are devout believers in the Light God His Highness, so I might as well obey my orders if I am respectful." I'll do it first for respect. ”

After speaking, the car boss raised the wine scoop, looked up very cleanly, and the half-scoop wine was drunk clean in an instant: "Look, can I send the wine in?"

Kuroda circled around the car boss three or four times, but the suspicious gaze in his eyes still did not completely dissipate. If...... There is nothing wrong with the wine itself, it seems that it is really difficult to refuse, especially since it is still at the gate of the human legion camp, and the perseverance on the faces of the human soldiers next to it is already obvious. Finally, Kuroda waved his hand and let the boss into the camp.

Counting the days, tomorrow will be February 2, and the dragon will raise its head. This is also a relatively important festival for the inhabitants of the Flower Language Plain, and the commander of the 13th Legion, Lord Lei Qiu Deshan, was happy, in addition to saving the best barrel of wine and distributing it to the officers of the first rank of a thousand people, one of the remaining three barrels of wine was taken out and distributed to the middle and lower rank officers above the rank of the chief for dinner, and finally two barrels were left to celebrate the dragon's rise the next day.

The boss of the car lame but enthusiastically ran up and down, helped the fireman carry the wine to the officer's restaurant, and then helped divide it, seeing that the bottom of the wine was about to be poured, the boss of the car did not let him pour it: "The bottom of this wine is full of lees, sour and smelly, how can you let the officers and uncles and this thing?" The officers were very satisfied with this considerate believer, and if it weren't for this guy's disability, there would definitely be an officer who would have stayed as an orderly or something.

Originally, according to the meaning of the commander of the wheel, the boss of the car left the camp when he was done, but the elder of the thousand people was dining in the senior officers' restaurant, and of course he would not come to supervise for an idler.

And the commander of Shiren, who entered the camp with the car boss, accidentally dropped a few silver coins in the car boss's hand into his trouser pocket, and his face showed a trace of tolerance in his resoluteness, of course, he would not insist on letting the car boss leave - the car boss was also reasonable, he wanted to take the remaining sheepskins and wine barrels back and sell them for money to reduce losses. The Holy See's own army, of course, could not afford to allow the devout believers to suffer such great losses.

In the evening, there was a little problem in arranging the accommodation of the enthusiastic car owner. Originally, I was going to let him live with the soldiers, but unexpectedly, this car owner still didn't appreciate it - don't look at this guy can give up wine and fat sheep to work in the army, but he is very careful with the cattle that pull the cart at home, for fear of being kicked and injured by the war horse in the stable, so he has to find a tent nearby to sleep. In the face of this typical small-scale peasant consciousness, the leader of the team of 100 people was really helpless, and there were no tents nearby, so he simply let the car owner live in the horse feed shed and squeeze the grooms. The young car owner was grateful, and snot bubbled up.

Night...... A little deeper......

Although the aroma of the wine served by the middle and lower-ranking officers at dinner was not as pure as the bamboo leaf green drunk by the commander of the thousand people and the commander of the regiment, the stamina of the wine was quite large, and it was also on the top, and the officers were somewhat drunk. With the exception of the officers who were in rotation, all the other junior officers went back to their tents to sleep.

The ordinary soldier smelled the smell of alcohol emanating from the officers around him, and from time to time someone rolled his Adam's apple, thinking about tomorrow...... They also get a cup, and most people try to suppress the excitement in their hearts and slowly fall asleep.

At midnight, the wind is blowing!

Unlike the previous days, this time, the wind is really blowing. The howling north wind carried the cold air into the tent and clothes along every crevice, and the sleeping soldiers were tightly huddled together, and the soldiers on patrol saw that there were no senior officers patrolling in the second half of the night, and they cursed the damn wind in a low voice, and they were bent around their necks with their hands in their sleeves and trying to keep the cold wind out of their bodies, and individual human camps had even appeared that the patrol team had collectively hid to the south of the tent to avoid the wind.

Northeast corner of the 13th Legion of the Holy See.

More than 20 grooms in shifts yawned and poured bags of horse feed into the manger, stirred the hay and black beans with their hands, and greeted each other and returned to the horse shed. Thousands of war horses snorted and quietly ate horse feed.

Not long after, there was a deep snoring sound in the stable.

In the second half of the night, the wind became stronger and colder, and even snowflakes the size of rice grains drifted.

A black shadow rubbed out against the horse feed shed, and looked carefully at the front and back, left and right, except for the sound of the horse chewing the hay, there was no movement. The black shadow bent over and ran to the ox cart in small steps.

The two cows silently regurgitated the fodder churning out of their stomachs, and when they saw their master coming, they slightly pressed their heads against the chest of the boss of the top cart.

"Shhhhh......h

"Grandma, this damn Tayan, it's not really going to fucking break my eyes. Can't you make it less powerful? This guy should have fallen into the river and drowned!" the young man cursed in a low voice, and at this time, the young man had no idea that Lord Tayan had fallen off the cliff and was crushed to pieces. Of course, even if he knew, it was probably ...... I wouldn't believe it. What is going to happen to Tayan? This guy seems to have been injured since the Northern Expedition!

Touching the barrels with his hands, the owner laboriously unloaded the barrels from the car one by one. Then he untied the hemp rope that bound the oxen, removed the wheels on both sides, and at last, carefully turned the carriage over. At the bottom of the carriage was a large box 20 centimeters high, 120 centimeters long, and 60 centimeters wide, and the owner of the carriage drew a dagger. The people on the steppe had daggers in their boots, and when they entered the camp during the day, the soldiers searched them and gave them back to the owner of the car, which was used to free meat and eat.

The car boss used force in his hand, and the dagger instantly sank into the big box - it turned out to be a leather bag sewn from animal skin. The pitch-black oil slowly flowed out of the leather bag, and the owner of the car carefully dragged the leather bag under the horse feed trough, and the smelly oil flowed for a long time. This pouch covers 40% of the trough.

Then, the owner of the car gently flipped the two full wine barrels into the ground, opened a hole on one side, and the wine ...... Suddenly, the owner of the car pushed the barrel and turned the barn around again.

In the end, the owner of the car simply dismantled the barrel with a dagger, and spilled the cloudy bottom of the wine near the cart.

At this time...... The southeast sky has turned slightly white.

The car boss pulled out his dagger and quickly cut the reins of the war horses, with an anxious look on his face!

Just cut the reins of hundreds of war horses!

Anyone who has been in the army knows that this is the smell of smoke before the spontaneous combustion powder is about to turn into an open flame.

The boss immediately saw sweat on his forehead, and the dagger flew brightly, and on two occasions he almost injured the head of the war horse.

After a few more minutes, there was a crackling sound in the stable! An open fire arose! The nearby horses retreated uneasily. At this moment, some of the war horses stepped on the black oil that had been deliberately poured nearby just now in a panic, and then accidentally got into the spark seeds in a panic, and even stepped directly on the brown spontaneous combustion powder that was still soaked in wine.

One after another, the horses' hooves clattered and burned.

The horses were startled! The horses in the stables were instantly startled! The panicked horses broke free of their reins, kicked over the manger, and brought them to the stable! They neighed desperately, and rushed out of the camp blindly and aimlessly.

The groom in the stall was awakened, and as soon as he pushed open the door, he was knocked to the ground by the panicked war horses! In the trampling of countless war horses, the spontaneous combustion powder around the stall was also trampled, and the red tongue of fire quickly jumped up to the roof of the thatched stall in the whistling north wind! The lit thatch was blown all over the sky by the north wind, and from time to time it fell on the surrounding tents, and one by one the tents were immediately ignited!

The horses were driven by the fire and soon dispersed into dozens of smaller herds, one tent after another was trampled by the horses, and the soldiers inside were completely covered before they could get up, and then the hooves of the horses with the big bowl mouths rained down, and then maybe a few thatches fell down and set the whole tent on fire!

Screams and cries rang out throughout the camp.

The commander of the 13th Legion, Lei Qiu Deshan, was woken up by his own soldiers, ran out of the big tent in a small trouser, and desperately shouted to the officers around him in the cold wind.

The entire 13th Army is in a mess!

"Hurry up and put out the fire! Quick! Lieutenant officer, take the guards directly under you to guard the forage yard! Quick! If there are violators, they will be executed on the spot!" Lord Lei Qiu Deshang tried to calm himself, and his voice was like a bell! It seemed that it was not an enemy attack, but a fire in the stable. Now, the Legion Commander is most worried about bombing the camp, the 13th Legion is on the left side of the Fanos Orc Legion, and on the right is the Sweat and Blood Iron Cavalry Mercenary Regiment, once the battalion is bombed, now the north and south directions of the camp are full of obstacles, and the panicked soldiers will definitely affect the left and right legions.

If that's the case...... Even if His Majesty the Pope is in the camp, it is estimated that ...... He is also unlucky.

Until now, Lord Raidou Deshang had not connected the fire in front of him with the laborers during the day.

At this time, a small group of soldiers hurriedly ran over, led by the 100-man commander who was in charge of the rotation tonight: "Report to your lordship, the soldiers on the tower sentry found that the large battalion on our right side is also on fire, and there are also several large battalions on our left side that are on fire!"

What the?!

Lord Lei Qiu Deshan's mind immediately remembered three anti-cavalry trenches on the north and south sides of the camp, and suddenly, his eyes turned black!