In the unusually quiet battlefield, William's voice was heard far away, far away - it was natural that Tharida Khan, who was incredibly powerful, heard his voice half excited, half angry. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info then smiled knowingly:

"Yes, of course you're not afraid of me. What you are afraid of is Tartaria. It was my army of 200,000 that was afraid. What is afraid is that Tartaria is a powerful force dozens of times stronger than Mystia. William, young wolf cub ......"

In the end, Sarida Khan's face became unusually hideous—he hated William more than he hated him. William naturally caused him more losses than what he got from William.

It can even be said that during the years that Sarida Khan controlled the Tartariya Khanate, it was only William who really caused harm to the Tartariya Khanate, and made Sarida Khan feel pain to the bone marrow.

Hatred, anger, and intense murderous intent. Sarida Khan was even willing to make huge concessions if he could—a kingdom, an army of 100,000, or even more. He was willing to trade this for William's death.

That's it. Compared to the two reasons that William had previously analyzed, namely that William was easier to deal with than Duke Otto, and that the fortress on the lower Vistula River was closer to Mystia, there was another important reason for Sarida Khan.

That was William's life.

Kill him, kill him. Kill this bastard - at the same time that William "saw" Sarida Khan, Sarida Khan also saw William at the same time.

"Yes, it's that man, the wolf cub of the Hereford family—how is he not my son?!" (Another script was conceived, and the main character was the Tsarist Prince.) But he was shot by the editor...... Hm).

While muttering to himself, he turned his head and looked at Jebe, the best marksman under his command, every nomadic khan, had a dream of Genghis Khan, and every khan with a dream of Genghis Khan was accompanied by a marksman named Jebe.

"Say hello to him. ”

"Yes, my master. After bowing slightly, the Khan's hound stretched his bow and arrows in one go. Before the vast majority of the people could react, he withdrew his bow, then bowed slightly, and retreated behind Sarida Khan - at the same time - although time did pass for a moment - but felt that time was indeed "at the same time".

At the same time, William had an extra arrow in front of him.

It was astonishingly fast, astonishingly fast, so fast that it was too late to react - the next moment, William had an extra short-barreled handcuff in his hand - he drew the gun, took aim, pulled the trigger, and did it all in one go, even faster than Jebe.

Then, the lead bullet hit the feather arrow's cluster - which, surprisingly, split the lead bullet in half - but after such a "pause", the speed of the feathered arrow also decreased considerably. So, the next moment, the feather arrow was in William's hand.

"Very good, very fast, it was like teleporting. It's terrible...... And without a word of greeting, despicable barbarians. William muttered to himself, then with a little force, he halved the pure steel arrow.

"Maybe that's Tartaria's way of greeting. Next to William, Charlumi said.

"Perhaps. Perhaps Sarida Khan was a more enlightened centaur khan. But no matter how enlightened the centaur Khan, he is also a barbarian. After saying this, William threw the steel feathered arrow that had been broken in two in his hand to the ground.

"Guess how many centaurs there are with such skill?" asked William.

"Two?"

"One. After saying this, William looked at the turret next to him.

The fully enclosed turret was equipped with a 32-pound heavy fortress gun. It was a treasure that William spent a lot of money to buy from Polotsk. With such heavy artillery, only eight were deployed in the entire fortress.

These eight thirty-two-pounder guns, as well as four heavier forty-eight-pounder guns, formed the heavy firepower of the fortress at the mouth of the Circassian River.

And the maximum firing range of these guns is about five kilometers. And the effective firing range is only two kilometers.

"Across the Vistula River, there's probably ...... here. Three kilometers, maybe even farther, there are such madmen around Sarida Khan......" William thought as he pulled out the short-barreled fire hammer from his waist - faster than Jebel.

"It's a pity...... The range is too short...... No, even if it's an anti-materiel rifle, I'm afraid it doesn't have the range of this distance. What a pervert. ”

"So, why is there only one person?" said Charlumie, beside William.

"If there are two more, I'll be the one who dies. William replied, "He wants me to die, desperately wants me to die." And Sarida Khan is a very rational person. She wouldn't let go of the opportunity for a stupid reason like 'can't let him die so cheaply, catch him, and then slowly concoct it'. ”

"So, do you think the archer can still draw his bow?" said Charlumie.

"I guess, no. William replied. After that, he turned around and walked in the direction of the stairs: "The officer on duty - give the order to go down, and the whole army is on alert." Then the news was transmitted to Krakow as quickly as possible. There is also the fortress of the upper Vistula River. ”

"Yes, yes, Count. After William said this, the shadow-like star officer beside him conveyed William's order in the shortest possible time.

"Today is just an appearance. I know. The real battle is after this. Not even tomorrow...... Well...... Day after tomorrow...... Or is it the day after tomorrow? Do you really want my life at any cost, or are you just making a gesture?

Or rather, it depends?

If it's the latter, I'm sorry, you're going to be disappointed. ”

After the initial astonishment, anger and fear subsided, William's heart burned with excitement, yes, a huge, irrepressible excitement.

Isn't that what he wanted? Isn't that something to be happy about? Soon, soon, he will have a great battle with one of the best commanders in the world, Sarida Khan of Tartaria.

As an aristocrat, is there anything more deserving of joy in this world?

Especially at this point in time.

"The cavalry is coming to an end, and the nomadic barbarians will eventually be torn apart by the machinery of civilization. Even in another world.

So, this is the last chance for Sarida Khan and the nomads of Tartaria that he represents. The last glory of the Nomad Cavalry Empire - if another twenty years were ...... No, ten years...... Maybe in a shorter time, I won't have that chance again.

Lucky, yes. In that sense, I was lucky...... Well...... Very lucky. ”

Towards such a thing, William couldn't help but smile - Sarida Khan, what is that?

It's just a stepping stone. A polished, priceless, stepping stone.