Fierce winds mixed with snowflakes raged high in the sky, stretching on the top of the snowy mountain were patches of dense forests and a cliff with no road in sight, and after one attrition after another, only more than 3,000 soldiers were left to climb along the ancient mountain paths.

With the cold winter wind whining in their ears, the soldiers held torches in one hand and the brothers in front of them with the other, and along the cliff path, the endless queue became a "light belt" in the dark night, winding and circling on the road halfway up the mountain, moving little by little.

At the head of the procession were the veterans of the First Banner Regiment and the Knights of the Sacred Tree, armed with their weapons and torches held high to make their way through the entire procession - the narrow path could not allow the whole army to pass through, and the mountains were the easiest place to get lost, and finding the true path became the most important job for these warriors.

When the night fell, the sky was full of stars twinkling, the bright stars were quiet and elegant, and with a sense of holiness and nobility, many Turin soldiers who believed in the glorious cross looked at the starry sky above their heads with pious eyes, silently praying for themselves and the brothers beside them, praying that they would survive.

Even Alan began to stare at the bright starry sky at the peak, praying silently. Some of them had blue eyes that sparkled, and their lips trembled slightly.

"What are you praying for?"

The sound in his ear made Alan blush for a while, and when he turned his head, he saw Edward's playful smile, and snorted softly. And thinking that he was actually in ...... While praying for this bastard, the girl's cheeks were even hotter, and she asked angrily, "Then what are you praying for?!"

"First of all, I'm not a devout Radiant Cross. Edward looked at Alan's puffing face. Teasingly, he laughed: "As for what I pray...... Praying, of course, that this damn blizzard will stop quickly. But I don't think it's going to be useful. ”

It had only been a quarter of an hour since his voice fell. The blizzard, which was still raging wildly, slowly stopped, and in the quiet night, the clear starry sky seemed to be within reach, only the whistling of the cold wind could be heard on the distant mountain tops, and half of the hillside was filled with the excited cheers of the soldiers.

In the minds of these Radiant Cross believers, this was the best evidence that the Radiant Cross had defeated the ancestral spirits of the Red Horse Clan—the soldiers who had only obeyed the order suddenly felt an infinite sense of sacredness in their hearts, and shouted excitedly: "Radiant Cross Protection!"

Even Edward himself laughed in surprise, but immediately reverted to his original form. Giving the order to go at full speed -- who knows how long the "Radiant Cross Apparition" will last this time? The most important thing is to rush over this mountain range before the blizzard stops.

Until midnight in the starry sky, the entire Battle Banner Legion finally crossed the Great Snow Mountain and stepped on the land of the Red Horse Canyon - not far away, the ancient Red Horse Clan settlement was already close in front of him, and Edward, who was standing at the front of the queue, looked at the firelight behind him, and followed him here, Allen, Little Goodwin, Ludwig, Shirel, Donner, and Lebinus...... Thousands of soldiers, but they are also in high spirits.

I was once alone, but now I am no longer alone - not just for myself. and fight for those who are behind you. Edward, who smiled suddenly, stood on the raised rock and looked at them: "Everyone, have a good rest tonight." ”

"Look at the town down the hill. He said. Edward drew his sword rather boldly and pointed at the red horse settlement in the clouds and mist in the distance: "Tomorrow, it will be all of us!"

"God bless Turin, long live Lord Ed Wittwood-!!!"

Such a promise was more useful than any "miracle", and the exhausted soldiers cheered and set up improvised camps on the hillside, waiting with excitement for the next morning.

And in the Red Horse Settlement under the snow-capped mountains, the old people, women and children in the longhouses were also waiting for the dawn of the next day - all the men and strong laborers had gone to war with the Great Chief of the Red Horse, and they had taken with them a lot of food stockpiles, and the food that had been stored for the winter was also compacted, and the old samurai and women had to find a way to dig ice on the frozen lake to catch fish, or go hunting in the forest.

Of course, there are also many who look forward to the day when the Grand Chief of the Red Horse returns, believing that the warriors of the clan will be able to completely set foot on the fortress that has held them back for three hundred years - and when the children of the tribe have conquered the green valley, they will be able to relocate to that fertile land, and they will no longer have to worry about food and drink.

Naturally, they will never be able to wait for that day.

In the early morning, before the sun had even risen, the army of battle banners chanting "God bless Turin" rushed into the defenseless camp from under the snow-capped mountains - and the barracks of the camp, which was so rudimentary that even the villages of Turin were trampled into ruins with a single charge.

No matter how powerful the Red Horse Clan was, it was still an ancient and savage Hantu barbarian tribe in essence, and with the danger of natural obstacles and the strength of the tribe, they didn't even think about building any strong walls or defenses, not even those war tribes in the green river valley.

Banner after banner of the legion rushed into the ancient settlement, and after enduring the sacrifice and hard march, it had become a little mad, and it was only able to do what was ordered, and one by one smashed down the doors of the houses and began the most unscrupulous plunder, for they were the victors, and it was the privilege of the victors to take everything from the vanquished.

The desperate members of the Red Horse Clan still resisted fiercely, but more of them chose to flee. Even before that, however, the rest of the cavalry of the entire legion was roaming around the settlement, hunting down the escaped barbarians like rabbits.

From early morning to noon, the soldiers of the legion were unleashing their hearts that were on the verge of collapse unscrupulously - wantonly looting the livestock, food and all kinds of property in the settlement, but these soldiers still had the last shred of sanity, and did not take the strong things as their own, but kept them according to their own hundred-man teams and handed them over, and naturally there were private partitions and secretions, which was a tacit thing, and Edward could not blame them for this.

Escorted by cavalry and several knights of the sacred tree, Edward, with a calm face, walked into the Chief's Hall, not even looking back at the bleak scene behind him. The pale Alan had already used the excuse of being too sleepy to go to sleep, which also made Edward lose even the interest to hide, and there was even a casual smile on the corner of his mouth

If it were their own defeat, the fate of the fortress and the entire Green River Valley would only be ten times worse than this, not to mention that all this was promised to the soldiers, and they fought from the fortress to the Red Horse Canyon for their own bloody battle, wasn't it for this? And what else could he give them?

The hall had already been sorted out by the soldiers who had entered first, but there was still a lot of bloodstains - almost all the tribal elders who remained here were dead here, and these proud tribal nobles could not imagine themselves becoming slaves, so they had to end their "noble" lives by cutting themselves off.

Just as Edward was talking to himself with some mockery, angry footsteps came from outside, and Repinus, who gritted his teeth, forced himself to hold back his anger and walked in: "Lord Edward, all the gold and silver of the entire tribe, as well as some precious stones, have been collected, and they are all stacked on the altar in the square, waiting for you to search. ”

"Let my squire Goodwin go, I trust your honesty. Edward raised an eyebrow, "Something's wrong?"

"Gracchus has run away!" a hint of hideousness flashed on Repcinus's face: "I also brought more than 2,000 people, almost all the light and strong of this settlement, and it is said that they went to the north." (To be continued.) )