The cold winds of winter are melted by the warm midsummer, and the ice and snow of the mountain peaks melt into clear spring water, moistening the barren land of Hantu, no matter how much you show your teeth and claws, the cold winter still temporarily withdraws from its stage, and relinquishes this land to spring.

This somewhat short summer was precious to the people of the whole land, the farmers in the countryside rushed to start sowing grain at this season, and the merchants rushed to deliver their goods to their destinations before the first rainy season after the snow melted, and the towns and farms were prosperous.

No matter how severe the war is, most of the lands are still quietly enjoying their brief time of peace, admiring the night when the first Radiant Cross's divine power reaches its peak in the middle of the night, the starry sky that belongs only to the fantasy, showing its dazzling appearance to the worldly people, as if the distant heaven can be so within reach.

But for the Twin Towers Fortress, this night was so long and extremely difficult - whether it was the battle flag army inside the castle, or the barbarian army outside the city, perhaps only those soldiers who did not know it, and people who never thought about their own life and death, could still sleep peacefully on such a special night.

In this bloody land, perhaps ignorance is the luckier. The people who must really be able to control their own destiny are always a minority, and more are muddy and drifting with the flow......

However, the tribal leader of the Akama clan, Tiberi, is extremely convinced that he is definitely the one who holds the fate of the whole clan - and perhaps in the distant future, he will decide the fate of the entire clan.

In the middle of the wilderness at night. This one rode a war horse. The young clan leader was followed by hundreds of elite barbarian cavalry. Dressed in the fur of a variety of beasts, mounts are saddled with shields, javelins, and battle axes. They are quiet and solemn like wolves waiting to hunt, and before the first wolf gives orders, they are very comfortable polishing their claws and preserving their teeth.

These cavalrymen were all the few remaining elites of the Red Horse clan - the war tribes in the east were very different from those in the west, most of them did not have a tradition of keeping war horses in captivity, and were less influenced by the people of Turine. Most of the barbarian warriors also kept their horses for riding and pulling ploughs, and never formed herds of cavalry.

Because of this, although Gracchus had conquered all the warring tribes around the Twin Towers, there were still very few cavalry that could be put together, and there were not even a thousand elite cavalry that could be called excellent - naturally, Gracchus could not have given them to others, but gave his brother Tiberi to be the commander of this cavalry team.

In the silence of the night, although the heavily armed barbarian cavalry was very quiet, they all looked like dusty soldiers, and even Tiberi himself was tired. But that doesn't hide the excitement in their eyes. Excited, as if he would turn into a group of bloodthirsty demons who pounced on their prey at any moment.

For ten whole days. It took Tiberi ten days to lead his elite barbarian cavalry over the mountains south of the Twin Towers, and after paying a few casualties, finally reached the west side of the Twin Towers - the weakest side of the defenses!

Not only the people of Turine, but everyone knows that the Twin Towers Fortress was built to resist the westward invasion of the Hantu tribes, and to protect the fragile towns and unhindered countryside from the raids and sweeps of the warring tribes. But it is also because of this that the fortress began on the day of its construction, in order to block the east, and it was never considered that the enemy would attack from the west.

The reason is also very simple - the Duke of Hantu City, who built this fortress back then, is actually a very rational person, and he thinks that if the west side of this castle is also attacked, it can only mean one thing, Hantu City has been captured!

At that point, the Twin Towers Fortress will no longer have the meaning and value of holding on, and the kingdom will need to consider increasing troops into the Hantu, or transferring the territory of the Duke of Hantu City to the green river valley in the south. In this case, there is no need to build too many protective measures on the west side of the castle, as long as it can resist a small number of enemy raids, and it is enough to achieve the alarm function, the wall does not even have the east side, if you have enough strength, you can even throw javelins directly from below on the wall.

This is where the Red Horse Clan has taken the gates of the Twin Towers, where hundreds of years of Hantu people have washed away their shame and regained their glory - and all of this will be done in their own hands, in the hands of my Tiberi!

In order to be able to get here quietly, not only did they sacrifice many brave brothers along the way, but they also had to suppress those overly impulsive subordinates at all times, so as not to expose their targets by plundering the villages and caravans of the Turines, and they even had to watch as the wagons loaded with food and weapons were sent to the Twin Towers. In order to get them to obey orders, Tiberi killed several brave warriors of the clan.

Thinking that the hard work and patience of the past ten days had come to an end, Tiberi also excitedly drew his spear, and rode back and forth among the cavalry, looking at the pair of extremely excited eyes.

"Brothers, warriors of the Red Horse Clan, the time has come for us to be disgraced!"

"Maybe some of you remember...... No, it is all of us who remember, and we will not forget how on that day, in our hometown, in that peaceful and peaceful Red Horse Canyon, was trampled and ravaged by these filthy, filthy Turinees, and how our relatives and children were wantonly killed and humiliated by them!"

"The ancestral spirits of the Red Horse Clan are weeping, and our ancestors are feeling extremely ashamed of our cowardice and cowardice!"

"Is there anything more infuriating, and what makes you feel more uplifted—is it not because of this, our bereaved dogs, that we have to bow our heads in front of those barbaric 'relatives' in the East, and beg them to take them in, or even surrender willingly?!"

"Now tell me, what are you going to do - how to wash away the shame on you, how to make the entire Akama clan raise its head again?!"

"Kill all the Turin dogs-!" a cavalryman standing at the forefront shouted out without losing the opportunity: "Let the ancestral spirit wash away the shame!"

"Kill the Turin Dogs!!! Kill the Turin Dogs!!! Kill the Turin Dogs!!!"

Although there were only a few hundred cavalry, the momentum was not lost to the barbarian army of tens of thousands in the slightest, and there seemed to be an irrepressible force in the neat shouts, which made their faces flash with fanatical expressions.

"Kill all the Turin dogs—!" Tiberi shouted, holding his spear aloft, his expression distorted and hideous with his excitement.

But in the midst of such an atmosphere, a sudden shaking made him a little distracted. At first, he thought it was his own delusion, but soon, the shock seemed to be contagious, and slowly became more and more obvious and ...... Approach?!

The barbarian cavalry, who were still shouting excitedly just now, gradually stopped, and one by one involuntarily turned their eyes to the direction where the vibration came from - the wilderness in the dark night was only pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly, let alone any distant movement.

Only the tremor of the earth, and the roar in their ears, it was as if the thunder was rolling closer and closer, as if it would rush to their faces at any time and place, and they felt a sense of fear for no reason.

While they were still stunned, a light and shadow suddenly appeared on the horizon in the distance, slowly opening up like a thread, but soon they knew what it was—it was the sight of countless torches running side by side.

"It's the people of Turine, and the knightly army of the people of Turin is coming!!!" (To be continued.) )