The empty and quiet wilderness, the cold moonlight dyed the snow-capped mountains with a touch of silver, a few crows chirped in the dense forest in the distance, and the cold wind blowing through the mountains splashed snowflakes, but there was no trace of them when they fell.

Under a dead tree in the dense forest, Gracchus sat on a stone leaning against the trunk of the tree, facing the silver moonlight, carefully polishing his saber - the sharpness of the Dominic scimitar, even on the west coast, was also favored by sailors, and the best Dominic scimitar could even cut off the neck with a single swing if it was in the hands of a skilled samurai, and the blade did not even have the slightest chip.

After many years as a mercenary, Gracchus cherished his saber and would take care of it with him at all times - he firmly believed that this was the only way to prevent the life-saving weapon from going wrong at a critical moment and killing him, because he had seen too many unlucky people who died tragically because of damaged weapons.

Several cold-faced warriors of the Red Horse Clan gathered around him, holding weapons and guarding around, but there was a bit of expectation in their eyes, and they kept looking behind them, and after seeing Graguna's "concentrated" appearance, they turned back with some disappointment.

After a while, a brute-covered barbarian warrior came, with ropes in his hands and three or four human heads tied to them, and after greeting the guards, he walked up to Grachus with a big grin, and threw the human head on the ground. A few cheeks full of fear fell into Gracchus's sockets, and the long dead eyes seemed to be looking at him.

"A few Turin dog spies followed the footprints and actually found our camp. A cruel smile appeared on the barbarian warrior's face: "That's right. You don't have to hunt and get food. ”

"Did you dig up any news?" Gracchus, who saw him, slowly lowered the whetstone in his hand. The scimitar in his hand waved slightly. Withdrew the blade from its sheath.

"Their whatever, what flag-bearer, is in the barracks of this group of Turin dogs. The impatient barbarian warrior replied immediately, excitedly pointing to the fire in the wilderness in the distance: "There are not even three thousand defenders left in the fortress - all the damned Turin dogs are out this time - we don't have to find a way to break down their damn castle, we can kill them all here!"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Gracchus stood up, put his saber behind his back, and patted the barbarian warrior on the shoulder vigorously: "Gather everyone and get ready." ”

"Let's teach them a lesson in what a terrible place the cold land of winter is!"

The warriors of several tribes, who had just looked lost, immediately showed excited expressions on their faces. Excitedly, he rushed into the depths of the dense forest. Soon, with that terrible "wolf howl", the barbarian warriors lurking in the wilderness followed Gracchus in groups through the deep snow, and soon there were hundreds of thousands.

The light of the fire could still be faintly seen in the military camp in the distance, as if they had fallen asleep in a dream, but the excited barbarian warriors could not wait, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Gracchus who refused to give the order.

At this time, his face was extremely ugly - Gracchus had hoped to attack the fortress of the Green Valley, but he was stopped, and instead he led his warriors to stop the enemy's pace. Give the tribe time to gather more samurai to fight.

"Defeat the Turineites and defend the glory of the tribe?" Gracchus, muttering to himself, couldn't help but laugh mockingly, "I just want to see me take that fortress alone." A bunch of selfish and spineless stupid things. ”

"Kill them all!" Gragu snorted and roared with a wave of his long knife, "Blood debt and blood repayment!"

"Blood Debt and Blood Repayment-!!!"

Angry roars echoed across the wilderness, and barbarian warriors swirled across the mountains brandishing torches and weapons as they raced toward the camp's fence. It was only then that the sentries in the camp noticed the enemy outside, and sounded their horns in panic, and the originally silent barracks seemed to be boiling hot water, full of panicked soldiers, and the centurion who shouted and cursed, standing behind the wooden wall and listening to the creepy screams and roars, the sentries with earthy faces did not even have the courage to pick up bows and arrows to fight back.

"Pick up your throwing guns, fools!" the centurion and flag bearer with the banner pulled out their soldiers one by one and lined up behind the fence: "If you don't want to die, raise your shield for me, draw your sword, and prepare for battle!"

In the darkness of the night, I could only hear the howl of wolves in the wilderness, and I could not see the enemy's soldiers one by one, trembling and carrying out orders. The barbarian warriors, with their torches and spears thrown high, hurled at the barracks inside the fence, and even the bloody heads—all of them were sentries who had died tragically in the wilderness, sneering and causing panic after panic in the barracks.

In the darkness, even the soldiers who did not leave the barracks in a panic only knew that javelins and torches falling from the sky were hiding everywhere, and even disrupted the formation of the soldiers who came to the rescue, trampling on each other, and only screams and cries could be heard in the wind, mixed with the roars of the barbarian warriors.

"Hold your ground, hold your ground!" shouted Lerbinus, who led the First Banner Regiment, while gathering the soldiers who had collapsed in the panic around him: "If you let the enemy rush in, you will all die!"

"If you want to go, you can go, don't think about sending us to death!" Several soldiers with mournful faces fiercely put their swords against Repinus's neck, and shouted and threatened: "This is all a mistake, we shouldn't have come to such a dangerous place for that Turin master, he just wants us to die for him, yes, it's for him......"

Before he could finish speaking, a "hurricane" rushed through the crowd, and the soldier's head had already flown into the air, and the corpse that was still twitching fell to the ground, and the blood that kept gushing out was red in the firelight.

Surprised, Repinus looked up and saw Edward on his horse, with an incomparably blue face, and the long sword in his hand was still dripping blood.

"Am I not next to you now, won't they rush in and kill me?" Edward, who looked at them coldly, roared mockingly: "Even if you escape from here, there are only two ways to choose, either freeze to death, or be disemboweled!"

With that, Edward did not look at them any more, and rode wildly in the direction of the fence, the knights behind him following him closely, and a pair of disdainful eyes swept over Lebinus's face one after another, so that the chief centurion could not even lift his head.

A chief centurion who can even point a soldier at a sword, what is the need to exist, is it just the commander of the First Banner Regiment?

"Banner Legion, forward—!" a deep sense of shame tormented Lybinus, and he led the First Banner Regiment in the direction Edward had left.

The barbarian cavalry who shouted fiercely again and again charged towards the improvised fence, and the seemingly solid earthen wall actually crumbled in this charge, and the soldiers who shouted in surprise did not even dare to approach the fence again, no matter how much the centurion roared, the recruits who came in a hurry and did not even wear chain mail did not have the courage to rush forward.

In the midst of a few screams, the fence closest to the outer wall suddenly collapsed, and several recruits who had no time to escape were directly buried alive underneath, and the barbarian warriors who roared excitedly poured into it like a tide, and the broken shield wall had no ability to stop it at all.

At the same time as the barbarian warriors rushed into the barracks, the Knights of the Holy Tree, waving black tree flags on a white background, also followed behind the chief flag officer, and launched a charge in the direction of the fence, stabbing out of the gap like a spear!

"God Bless Turin - !!!" (To be continued.) )