Stretching through the southern wasteland, the Akama Canyon is actually a land surrounded by snow-capped mountains, dense forests and lakes, so that the Akama clan living here has plenty of food and breeding space, and they do not have to worry about outside enemies when they are at their weakest. The plants and prey of the forests, the plump fish of the lakes feed this ancient clan, and here it slowly grows its power.

The relatively stable environment was one of the reasons why the Red Horse Clan never joined the rebellion of the clan tribes in the north, and their strong enough power kept the Red Horse Clan oscillating between the Kingdom of Turin and the Hantu Tribe, neither declaring a rebellion, but also raiding and plundering caravans and patrols.

And this time, despite being "forced to be helpless", the ancient Chima clan has finally stepped out of their homeland and will embark on the steps of conquering other places, just like the compatriots in the north, to attack the sworn enemy for hundreds of years!

In the light of the sun, the Grand Chief of the Red Horse, standing on a cliff on the hillside, rode a Turin steed proudly, and watched the endless tribal army stretch along the road below the mountain, and beneath the cliff was a winding mountain road, undulating in this ancient mountain forest, and thousands of tribal warriors striding forward with great courage.

On the one hand, there are ancient tribal totems, legendary warriors, and clans with a long history...... And I am the lord of all of them, the great chief of the Red Horse clan! The proud Great Chief of the Red Horse raised his head, and the excitement in his heart was even sweeter than fine wine, who could have the courage to resist in front of this army?!

"Abio, I remember the Gragu guy talking about it. Beware of the ballistas and bows of the Turines. The excited Grand Chief of Chima turned to his younger brother behind him and asked, "Tell me about it!"

"Yes. Dear brother. "Abiu, who was originally arrogant in front of Gracchus. Now he stood behind him respectfully, bent down and said slowly: "Their arrows can shoot farther than us, and their power can even penetrate shields and armor;

"Fireballs?"

"Yes, a fireball that can explode, my people are tragically killed by these vicious weapons!" Speaking of this, Abiu couldn't help but grit his teeth: "That kind of fireball is different from the previous ones, not only can it not be easily extinguished. It will even explode - either sending a rain of fire in mid-air or blowing everything around it to pieces!"

"That's too dangerous. Grand Chief Akama frowned—he was keenly aware of how much of a blow this weapon would take to the morale of the samurai, "How could their evil god have such terrifying power?"

"I heard that among the clans in the north, there are also some ancestral spirit sacrifices who have some more powerful power in their hands than in the past. Abio answered: "Maybe we can go for help?"

"That will have to wait until we defeat them. The Great Chief waved his hand - he was more worried than the samurai under his command that the weapon would definitely alarm the trolls, who were most afraid of fire and loud noises: "By the way, where is that guy from Gragus, why didn't I see him?"

"That coward!" a sneer of disdain flashed across Gracchus' lips at the mention of the name: "He stayed in the camp with those cowards like him, and he didn't dare to leave his house at all!"

"I don't think he believes in the Turin. The Grand Chief of the Red Horse still stopped his brother and continued to hurt people: "Of course, I don't blame him for this—maybe he's right." ”

Just yesterday, the Great Chief remembered the messenger who claimed to be the "Chief Flag Bearer". Came to their tribe to ask for peace, and was very arrogant to say that their army was already stationed in Tallinn. It will wipe out all the troops that he sent out at any time, and it is simply arrogant to the point of lawlessness!

In the face of the envoy's naked provocation, the angry Akama Grand Chief finally accepted the other party's "declaration of war", and forcefully suppressed the tribal warriors who were eager to tear the messenger to pieces, telling him to go back and tell his master that he would fight them to the death in Tallinn, and if he was not afraid of death, he would wait for him there, like a true warrior, let the gods of heaven choose the one who should survive!

But just as he could say this, Gracchus, who had been hiding in the corner, jumped out and stopped him in a loud voice, saying that all this was a conspiracy of the Turines, just to lure him to his death—the great chief, who had said all this, of course, could not go back, and rebuked the side brother severely.

Therefore, the Grand Chief was not surprised that Gracchus did not come—and that was fine, and if he was left behind, there was no need to worry about any surprise to the tribe when the army went out. Although he didn't like this side brother very much, the Grand Chief of the Red Horse also knew that Gragu was an extremely intelligent fellow, and it must be safe to keep him.

............ "Everything is as you wish, Lord Edward—the enemy has taken the bait." ”

Although he was still out of breath, Ludwig stood there and looked extremely calm, like a dagger withdrawn from its sheath, quiet and deadly, humbly touching his chest, and slowly speaking: "After I said that you declared war on him, His Excellency the Great Chief was immediately enraged and accepted this 'challenge' without hesitation!"

"How many troops do they have?" Edward was more concerned about this: "Is it really a dump?"

“...... No, in fact, as I can see, they didn't expect that we would march this winter, so they weren't fully prepared, but they had already concentrated the vast majority of the forces in the entire Red Horse Canyon, and if they were to be gathered, it would really be more than 10,000!" Ludwig replied very calmly, "But this time he brought out only about eight thousand—these barbarians don't seem to mind being told how much strength they have." ”

In other words, they have a lot of ideas. Edward chuckled, "What else?"

"I see trolls, Lord Edward. Ludwig's expression became serious: "After the battle of the fortress, they still have a whole six trolls - they are not very strong! Once on the battlefield, these monsters are simply invincible!"

"There are no invincible monsters in this world. Edward waved his hand, looking clear. But at the bottom of his heart, he was already on guard - what does a ten-meter-tall monster mean? It means that a normal soldier is not much bigger than a cat in front of it!

"One more thing, the barbarian leader named Gracchus, I also saw in their tent. Ludwig then said, "He seems to have discovered something, but the chief didn't listen - this guy is a nuisance." ”

"Definitely. Edward agrees with this - if it is not terrible to be a clever savage, the danger of Gracchus is that this guy knows the people of Turine, and knows more than many people: "But it is not a problem for him alone, and one man on the battlefield cannot turn the whole situation around—how long will it be before they get here?"

"They left the day after I left. Ludwig replied: "In terms of time, I'm afraid it's ...... now."

While the two were still talking, there was a panicked footstep outside the military tent, and Lybinus suddenly broke in, his eyes wide panting: "Our cavalry has sent news that we have seen the traces of the barbarian army on a slope outside the Tallinn Pass, as well as the footprints of trolls!"

"That means ...... We don't have time. Edward immediately stood up and grabbed his sword from the table: "Ring the bell - the whole army is assembled, ready to fight!"

"Are you going to pull it out?"

"No, it's just...... A friendly gesture that shows the spirit of the people of Turin. Edward stopped at the door of the tent and smiled at Repinsus with a somewhat mocking smile: "Let's welcome these distinguished guests from afar in a 'friendly' way!"

"From afar?" Lebinus was stunned: "This is the Red Horse Canyon?"

"Of course it is!" Edward raised an eyebrow, "Isn't it the land of the Turin people who are standing now?!" )