Occasionally, the sound of a soo was heard among the trees.

The bushes and branches then swept away, and several figures rushed out, similar to the equipment of the previous knights, leather armor and fur-lined leather helmets, one of them supported the wounded figure and ran forward, the other two, one with a sword to guard, and the last man ran a few steps, turned abruptly, and shot an arrow at the back with his bow.

Arrows shot out, piercing the shaking branches and flying deep into the woods.

In the woods, there was a sudden 'poof' sound, the sound of an arrow colliding with metal.

The next moment.

The figure of Sandao on foot, wearing a one-piece leather armor covering his chest, holding two swords, with a half-metal face armor on his face, exposed under the brown and yellow thick eyebrows, and his blue eyes were full of murderous intent.

In the dim forest, keenly caught a few people who escaped, these three people held swords in both hands, their bodies soared in the forest, and they rushed over, and the moment they approached, the two swords in their hands were slashed out together.

It was easy to be ridiculed by the warlike generals on the side of Holy Lothar for taking the fortified city by picking up a bargain.

It was the five Mongolian scouts who heard the birdsong before, and the head of the sign was called Jibha, which was the new name given to him by the Mongolian Wanhu Changsubutai.

The officer nodded, bowed and left the room.

At the age of sixteen, he single-handedly wiped out a group of horse thieves with ten arrows, but the grassland experienced several twists and turns, but he did not seize the opportunity to rise to a high position.

The moment the peculiar birdsong resounded through the forest, not far from this forest, several horsemen were following the birdsong towards this side.

A few babbles in quick succession.

"Oh the West...... It's time to fight you again! ”

The swordsman who came in, still wearing a half-iron mask, without making a sound, stepped on the soft woolen carpet, came to the spacious long table, and bowed respectfully to the Archduke Olein, who was eating Hesse.

……

Moreover, there is also a feeling that the mountains are all over the field, and it is like washing the ground.

Far away, there are hundreds of solo horsemen, fast horses in teams of two, constantly contacting the nearby troops and horses, and the roads between the Gobi are full of rushing scouts.

Six feet away from the staggered trees, in the dim line of sight, two figures supporting each other stumbled and ran, suddenly tripped over the raised roots under their feet, and the two of them rolled together in the fallen leaves.

He is a famous swordsman in the Immortal Army, only a little worse than those champion swordsmen, as early as a few days ago, he was ordered to hunt down the Oriental spies that appeared in Satsuma, but unfortunately let the other party escape to the border, when he came, he heard that there were scouts of the Eastern Cavalry here.

'Report back immediately......'

The hunter who was following behind was also rushing at great speed, and here, Jibha turned out his hunting bow with his backhand, and quickly buckled two feathered arrows, and the bowstring was fastened.

Then, the strings were shocked.

With the Mongolian tactics he taught, as well as the exchange and orders of the original Mongolian scouts, the exchange of information between these original Xirong cavalry became fast and smooth.

The mighty 150,000 cavalry, one person with two horses, or even many horses, created the illusion of hundreds of thousands of horsemen.

This veteran is still a dazzling presence in the star-studded Mongolian tent, with his footprints from the Jin Kingdom in the east to the Danube River in the west.

"Yes, Grand Duke."

After the pursuer landed in mid-air, he stepped back vigilantly with his twin swords, disappeared into the shadow under a tree in the forest, turned around and ran with his weapon, and disappeared behind the bushes in the blink of an eye.

Although several months have passed since the war, there is still chaos in the city, and the soldiers who invaded the city, tall and majestic, with barbarism and coarseness, came with the attitude of conquerors to the Satsuma people in the city, although the city had fallen, but treated the Satsuma people as if they were their own booty, and often appeared on the streets, and Western soldiers snatched their property and killed people.

He walked out of the tent and looked at the majestic mountain with snowy peaks in the west: "Your Majesty's spies can be rescued, don't worry about bringing them back here, and order the Mongolian warriors in front to continue according to the previous plan!" ”

"A few of the great swordsmen of the Immortal Army didn't catch that secret agent?!"

The two feathered arrows pierced through the darkness of the forest, and the three figures in pursuit reacted very quickly, and the leader swung his sword to slash at the flying arrows, and when the first sound of 'bang' sounded, the deputy next to him fell suddenly.

"Right ahead!" The commander who was riding through in front of him suddenly spoke, and drew his scimitar: "I see their figures, someone is chasing and killing!" ”

Another arrow was stuck in his neck, and blood gushed out.

"Damn, that makes me look up in front of Holy Lothar, how do I raise my head? This spy was very important, and he kept in touch with the Satsuma people, providing them with weapons from the East...... That Great Swordsman is back? ”

Taking off his iron helmet, he got up from the fur pad and walked to the tent.

"Kill them first!" Djibha took the arrow again and buckled the bowstring, and one of his scouts galloped up on horseback, past the two people on the ground to be saved, and the scout held a scimitar and bowed on horseback, a common cavalry posture.

He was originally a marquis of a small country, when the army of Holy Lothar came, he led the army to kill the emperor and open the city gate, and received the reward he deserved, after that, he became the vanguard of the opponent's front line advance, constantly attacking the city, and when encountering a strong enemy, Holy Lothar would let his army retreat, and other generals came to take over the battle.

The news from the mountains and forests over there had already come and been sent to the tent in Subutai, and after listening to the narration of the guards, he nodded with his eyes closed on the wool pad.

They were all former Xirong tribes, and even from different tribes, and after integrating the grassland forces and bloodbathing a group of small tribes with Subutai, they were finally twisted into a rope.

Later, from the weapons seized, he realized that the empire in the east was financing these Satsuma.

"The reaction of the Western army is disappointing, the scout war has been fought for two days, and it has not yet paid attention to it."

The Mongolian general, who exuded a terrifying aura from top to bottom, turned around and looked at the guards in front of him.

"Slaughter!"

At the hands of the remnants of an empire, he suffered several defeats in a row, which was a great shame for Olein himself, who captured Sattila.

"Let him in and see me at once!"

It can only be divided into several units by their respective centurions, assistant leaders, and thousands of men with their subordinates, in order to achieve the purpose of rapid marching, and enter the mountains in batches, although the number is small, but the speed of the scattered march will not slow down, and they can still quickly maneuver and arrive at the designated place in Subutai to assemble.

……

The three pursuers seemed to have a natural tacit understanding, without words or eye contact, and directly chased after the only two people left in front of them.

After a while, a man in leather armor and two swords on his back followed the official to the door, who stepped aside, invited him in, and closed the ivory-white door softly.

The arm holding the scimitar dragged the blood line into the air, and the Mongolian scout, who had cut off his right arm, was slashed several times in a row, and flew backwards and smashed into a nearby tree.

Nestled on the back of the city, the towering castle clings to the hill and is surrounded by the occasional mist that obscures the majestic castle and is full of mystical beauty.

O'Rein, who was tearing off a grape, saw this line of words, and his whole body was excited, and his fingers were forced, squeezing the grapes on his fingertips, and the juice splashed his face.

The feathered arrow shot slashed in mid-air, and the swinging scimitar collided with the opponent's twin swords, splashing out of the spark, the third pursuer approached, his body was agile, and the double sword in his hand slashed out at the arms, shoulders, neck, and waist of the Mongolian scout who was blocking.

Then, take the quill pen on the table and write a line on a rough piece of paper.

The old face was densely covered with the scars brought by the battlefield, and the expression of not smiling, even if he didn't speak, he just sat there, and no one dared to look down on it.

Became the temporary command post of the Supreme Commander of this army, the Grand Duke of O'Rhine.

He was once a small head under the command of the Iron Buddha, and he was not outstanding in the army, but he was extremely skilled in archery, and when he was a child, he met a master from the Qi country and taught him the ability to shoot arrows.

At this moment, the cold light soared in the forest, and the sound of breaking the sky instantly turned into zero distance.

The pursuer at the head hurriedly withdrew his sword, and slammed his sword in both hands, and there was a 'bang', and the arrow hit his crossed double sword, and the sparks bounced amazingly.

For the city-state that has conquered the enemy country, the victorious army can slaughter and plunder in the city at will, and will not stop until the commander of the army feels that it is okay.

Now it has changed from a small head to a ten-person team leader.

By now, he had cleared the resistance in the center of the Satsuma Empire, and only a handful of people had escaped, struggling with people in other Satsuma provinces, and still resisting.

'Bang! ’

That was his only thought.

In the area of entering the foot of Tianfeng Ridge, the order of Subutai has been issued, and the 150,000 Mongolian cavalry, except for the 10,000 who entered the mountain first, the rest of the cavalry can no longer maintain a united formation.

After running for a while, he stopped abruptly, and seemed to hear some unusual sound, and he followed the sound, and climbed up the mountain, far away, below the mountain, was the dust that was startled by the march.

He is now seventy-three years old, but he is still tall.

Wow!

The war horse man stood up, and the Mongolian scout grabbed the war horse in time, and the sword light swept in, and a large piece of the branch in front of him was broken.

With the command to adjust the queue, the speed, and the direction of travel, it was all passed on to the vast cavalry array in these lone riders.

The pursuer at the head rushed with his sword, stride, and jumped up, and the two swords were slashed out according to the scout's head and the head of the war horse.

Often in a few days, or even half a month, a powerful empire will be conquered, and it will be ruled, and then the soldiers of the defeated country will be conscripted as a servant army to continue to advance.

Seeing that the other party's five horsemen were in good condition, they cooperated to a certain extent.

Roughly what it means: The cavalry from the east appears in the mountains, and will soon be killed here.

"It must be re-enlisted...... No, it's not very peaceful on the east side...... Scouts from the East, more and more frequent......"

He wasn't worried about the other party's cavalry, his mission was to go back with the corpse of the Eastern Agent, but the current situation made him dare not be careless.

On the barren hills, the gray hair of Subutai stroked slightly in the wind and sand, looking at such a huge army in front of him, the excitement of once dominating the world and slaughtering the population returned.

There was a pause.

O'Leyin, a stout man in his fifties, with a large beard, blue eyes, and short curly hair, sat in front of the bright window, looking through the information in his hand, and with a fork, put a grape in his mouth, and the juice dripped down the corners of his mouth and onto his beard.

"Yes."

"How can a group of Satsuma people who can't fight resist the attack of 10,000 troops!"

The kingdom of Satsuma, the city of Sattilah.

Last year, O'Ray led 70,000 men into the heart of the Satsuma Empire from the north, breaking the empire's resistance to Holy Lothar in the west.

The pursuer's eyes narrowed, his sword barely grasped, and in his field of vision, it was a marching cavalry, descending from the rugged mountains, and then, through the gentle terrain, meandering towards the west, leaping over the mountains.

In the east and north of the Subutai, the yellow sand is flying, and countless crowds and horses are pouring all over the mountains.

He scolded and read the news from the southeast, and the iron forks were in his hands, pinched and bent.

The castle of the former emperor of Satsuma is now planted with the vicious banner of this army.

The blade swept through the air, and as the Prancing Horse charged at the pursuer, a third pursuer struck from the side!

The guards bowed and saluted, and as soon as they came out of the tent, they summoned the herald cavalry, and soon the cavalry galloped out and rushed into the mountains ahead.

Originally, they were going to be completely eliminated and welcome Holy Lothar to Sattila, but unfortunately, in the past month and a half, the remnants of the Satsuma Empire have become more and more resistant, and their weapons and armor have become sophisticated.

This is the main camp of the Mongolian army in Subutai.

Then, there was a bang on the table, and the melons and fruits in the fruit bowl spilled out, and the silver goblet in hand also fell on the table, and the wine poured and spread to the table.

At this time, it was still early, and Subutai took a few guards out of the camp and went to the nearby high terrain, where the Gobi and desert in the distance contrasted with the foothills in the west, forming a contradictory visual experience.

The view of the gentle mountain below, gradually coming into view.

But the general trend is that the Iron Buddha is dead, and he can only rely on the head of the ten thousand households called Subutai, and follow the other party for a period of time, after seeing the other party's ability to command the troops and command the cavalry, like everyone else, the dissatisfaction in his heart gradually subsided.

Outside the door, there were scouts waiting for him to be interviewed.

After the break, the two Mongol scouts, one of them drew his bow and shot again, and the other brandished his scimitar and let out a savage roar of 'hoho', and rushed to meet him.

"It seems that the lesson given to the Orientals last time was not enough."

This is a common battle west of Tianfeng Ridge in recent days, the Mongolian scouts crossed the mountains, probed for intelligence, surveyed the terrain at the same time, there is another task, covering the embroidery spies over there, and the scouts of the Xia Kingdom withdrew.

The remaining Mongol scout, who had drawn his bow, turned and ran, and was soon overtaken, a sword piercing his body from his back.

In a faint light.

At the foot of the mountain to the east of Tianfeng Ridge, there are yurts.

In the dark forest, the pursuer leaned through the trunk of the tree, kicked under his feet, and rushed into the air, his twin sword blades swung sideways left and right, like a scythe in the night of splitting, and swept a semi-circular sword light towards the Mongolian scouts rushing on horseback.

The moment he landed, his other subordinates were shot down from mid-air by the other two horsemen of the other side.

The smoke and slaughter had ceased for more than two months, and the towering walls still bear the traces of the fighting months ago, and the large rock-filled walls are hung with flags from the empire further west, embroidered with three fire-breathing dragons with three heads.

This is also the way they were able to expand their territory from a small country in the northwest, gradually expand their territory to the southern islands, dominate hundreds of tribes and city-states large and small, and then turn east and continue to kill and expand their territory.

As he was thinking, an official came in from outside the door and whispered a few words in O'Rain's ear, and the failure to annex the three small cities southeast of Satsuma had already made the Grand Duke very unhappy, but what the official said made him even more angry.

It was about to cross the mountains, and the terrain was rugged, which was not suitable for large-scale cavalry marches.

By the bright sunshine after the rain.

His original arrogant and disdainful demeanor changed suddenly, and the color of blood faded from his face.

The images of more than 30,000 Jinsa tribes sent out before, as well as more than 30,000 heads standing in towers, came up from the depths of memory.

(End of chapter)