Chapter 517 [You Are on the Wrong Path]

The sand and dust that obscured the sky almost obscured the end of the sky.

At the entrance to the Northwest Corridor in the Kilimaro Mountains, the original lookout and military fort is empty.

The last of the guards had been evacuated ten days ago, and the only thing left here at the moment was the only one convoy left, just twelve people, and the transport cart was full.

The order was to take everything they could, and when the defenders left, they cut down almost all the flagpoles and pulled them away, and if it wasn't too late, the Tulip defenders would have been able to take all the planks from the fence wall.

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When the first horse emerged from the dust, the soldiers standing on the lookout immediately let out a cry.

The soldier quickly took off the monoculars, and then, like a nimble ape, slipped off the lookout, and before he could land, he had already opened his throat and shouted: "Steppe Cavalry!!Steppe Cavalry!!"

This shrill cry alarmed the remaining dozen or so members of the transport team in this level.

The captain of the transport, a middle-aged veteran, quickly jumped on horseback, stood in the saddle, and looked out of the northwest corridor with a telescope.

The dust was all over the sky, and the steppe cavalry, in a slightly loose line, walked out of the dust, although they were far away, but the captain seemed to be able to hear the clanging sound of the scimitar and the saddle colliding on the saddle of the steppe cavalry.

On visual terms, the distance is only 1,500 steps at most!

For cavalry, this is already an extremely dangerous distance!

"Evacuate all!!immediately!!immediately give up everything!!"

The captain jumped out of the saddle, sat on the horse's back, and nimbly drove the horse around the team.

The soldiers of the convoy immediately got busy, they abandoned the half-loaded wagon, untied the noose of the horse pulling it, and hung it in the saddle.

Soon twelve soldiers of the convoy. It became a light cavalry.

"Everything is gone!Let's go!!Let's go!!"

The captain of the transport shouted hurriedly, he rode to the side quickly, and the man on the horse, waved a knife, cut off a torch standing aside, reached out and grabbed a torch, and rushed to the fence wall of the checkpoint, the horse trotted all the way, and the torches lit fire everywhere on the fence wall.

With that done, the transport captain returned to the front of the line. threw away the torches and shouted, "Let's go!!"

"Team, captain, are we really just leaving?" a young soldier's face was full of unwillingness: "This is our land......"

"We'll get it back sooner or later! Believe in the family! Believe in the Duke!" A hint of perseverance appeared on the vicissitudes of life on the captain's face at this moment: "Go! Let's go now! They are already very close, if they don't leave, they will be bitten by their outpost, and everyone will not be able to leave!"

The horses neighed fiercely, the soldiers kicked the horses in the belly hard, and they left in line as fast as they could. All the way to the east.

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It was a squad of steppe cavalry at the outpost, and when more than a hundred cavalry rushed out of the desert and came to the Northwest Corridor, they were greeted by the level that was already burning in the fire.

The once sturdy fence had been engulfed in flames.

The steppe cavalry let out a roar of excitement and a shrill whistle. They even ignored the flames and rode through the gaps in the flames.

"Those Rolands didn't go far!" a steppe cavalry pointed to the horseshoe prints on the ground: "Let's catch up! There are not many horseshoe prints, and they must be few in number." ”

"No!" one of the outpost leaders wiped his oily face vigorously, "Check the warehouse here first...... Those Roland people always have good things, see if there is anything to gain. The fire here ...... Let it burn! These are the levels that have held us back for hundreds of years. It's best to burn them all!!"

This winter of the 1,000th year of the imperial calendar.

After more than 100 years of peace, at the end of the great era of the first Duke Tulip, the steppe people, a people like hungry wolves. Once again, the Iron Hoof trampled on the land of the Rolanders!

The raging fire, and the frantic and excited shouts of these steppe cavalrymen, seemed to be witnessing the end of this great era.

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The steppe people came with dreams of conquest, they were hungry, crazy, and dreamed of revenge.

But as more and more steppe cavalry crossed the desert that had held them back for generations, the northwest corridor that had once made them desperate......

The steppe cavalry at these outposts were growing in number, and they were almost reckless as they rushed into the Northwest Corridor and into this huge, narrow canyon, not even fearing any ambush here.

They were right.

Indeed, they did not encounter any obstacles along the way.

It turned out that in the northwest corridor, all the checkpoints were empty.

The Tulip family army evacuated very thoroughly, they emptied the warehouse, moved all the supplies: food, drink, clothing, use! Not even a single piece of firewood was left for these steppe people - every checkpoint, and the last evacuees did not forget to set a fire and completely burn down the checkpoint.

More than a dozen outposts, thousands of cavalry almost crowded the Northwest Corridor. But when they rushed out of the Northwest Corridor, they were annoyed to find that they hadn't grabbed a copper plate or found a grain of grain!

Not even wood to make a fire to keep warm.

Ten days later, when a steady stream of steppe cavalry marched to the Northwest Corridor, when the Steppe King rode on the flagpole, and the banner of the roaring golden-headed wolf fluttered over the Northwest Corridor......

The steppe cavalry who came here unexpectedly found that they did not have any thrill of conquest.

It's like holding back the fire and trying to find someone to cut it down, only to come here only to find that the opponent is not here at all.

More and more steppe cavalry entered the Northwest Corridor, and the steppe king quickly made a decision:

Keep moving!

It was a decision of last resort.

The steppe people never had any logistical supply routes for their expeditions. The steppe people are wolves by nature, and they are accustomed to fighting to feed their wars. When the steppe army went out on the expedition, the only logistical material was the large herd of cattle and sheep that followed the large army.

That's the food they carry!

Therefore, the steppe people must find the enemy before they eat all these cattle and sheep. Crush the enemy and loot all their property and food!

When more than 100,000 steppe cavalry walked out of the eastern entrance of the Northwest Corridor and finally stood in the territory of the Tulip family......

The war, it seems, began silently.

That's how it should be, right?

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All the way east!

This is the general route of the steppe people's march.

The steppe people have never had a comprehensive and meticulous strategy of warfare. Their war is like a great plunder. Like locusts, like wolves.

Orders were issued in the Golden Tent of the royal court: two tribes to the north, and two tribes to the south. This is where they are headed, in charge of looting, finding enemies, killing enemies. Rob the enemy.

The large army of the steppe people, more than 100,000 cavalry, from various tribes, followed their steppe king and continued to run eastward.

For ten whole days, they wasted too much time.

Along the way, since walking out of the Northwest Corridor, I came to this legendary tulip family's territory, this legendary one. Where there is gold, where there is wealth, where there is food...... But what is presented in front of the eyes of the steppe people is ......

Nothing!

Village, empty!

Villages: Empty!

House: Empty!

Granary. Empty!

Farmland, deserted!

Cattle, no! people, no! army? no!

For ten days, the steppe people have lost count of how many times they have been full of anticipation. Shouting slogans and brandishing sabers, rushed to the villages that appeared in front of them. Then he ran out of the village empty-handed, disappointed.

"Keep looking!Keep going!!"

In the royal court, the king of the steppe was angry and roaring. When this supreme of the steppe is angry, it means that someone has to shed blood! A lot of blood must be shed to appease the wolf king's anger.

"Keep going, these Rolanders, they can't run to the sky...... Go to Loulan City!!Where is the tulip's lair!There must be someone there!"

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To the west of Loulan City, there is a canal. The water brought from Loulan Lake irrigated a large area of farmland.

This is one of the few relatively rich grain-producing places in the entire tulip family's territory. The grain here is specially supplied for the consumption of Loulan City, the largest male city in the northwest.

When the steppe forward cavalry came to the west of the canal, they looked at the water conservancy facilities on both sides of the canal, and at the roads that were becoming more and more prosperous. Look at the houses, look at the warehouses, look at the workshops......

The steppe cavalry rushed towards the bridge over the canal in an almost frenzied manner.

They were instructed that the Rolands were cowardly, and that the Tulip army was cowardly, and that when they knew that the mighty steppe warriors were coming, they all fled to the far east with their tails between their legs.

The lack of resistance along the way made the steppe people dissatisfied and angry, and at the same time fostered their pride.

Maybe...... Should we have called a long time ago?

The legendary powerful tulip family is so cowardly and cowardly? If we had known, we would have been ten years earlier...... No, twenty years ago...... No, maybe it should have been called thirty years ago?

This wave of vanguard cavalry rushed to the aqueduct. Fortunately, the leader of this cavalry did not forget his minimum duties:

"Send two people back first and report to the tribal wolf general that we have crossed Loulan Lake and are advancing towards Loulan City!"

The two horsemen who were in the middle of the point accepted the order sullenly, and had to stop their horses, and watched their fellow tribesmen excitedly wave their sabers and rush across the canal towards the east.

They looked at these companions with envy, guessing how many heads of the timid and cowardly Tulip family they would have chopped off, and how much splendid gold and delicious food they had robbed?

After watching their companions rush across the bridge over the canal, the two horsemen watched their figures disappear into the distance of the road, and then reluctantly turned their horses and went back to report the news.

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That night, the Golden Horde of the Grassland King's Court, which was lagging behind, got the news that the vanguard cavalry of a certain tribe, more than 300 brave and fierce grassland men, had rushed through the Loulan Lake. Heading towards Loulan City.

The Prairie King immediately gave the order to speed up the advance of the large army!

"Cross that canal! Let's go to Loulan City!! Three days later, I'll sit in the castle of the Duke's palace of the Tulip family, and drink wine with all the brave steppe men! I'll make the Duchess of the Tulip family my slave girl!"

The news that the forward cavalry was marching towards Loulan City inspired all the steppe people.

In order to fulfill the great ideal of the Prairie King, the Prairie King sent his most powerful general, the Golden Wolf Head General, with 10,000 Prairie Iron Horsemen, to leave the Prairie King's camp lightly.

At the request of the King of the Prairae. They had to arrive at the city of Loulan early the next morning and immediately launch a "ferocious attack" (this is the original words of the King of the Steppe).

The Golden Wolf-headed General was the most fierce warrior in the royal court, and he took ten thousand sons selected by his tribe and rode away with a roar.

They did not carry any sheep or cattle, but only stuffed the bags of the saddle with jerky.

It didn't matter, they believed that the big army behind them would soon follow—no, maybe they weren't even needed! Since the Rolanders were so cowardly, maybe they had already abandoned Loulan City and fled!

Just like the villages they gave up before.

But the golden wolf-headed general has a common sense: a city. A legendary city, even if it is evacuated, it is impossible to move everything!

How much wealth will a big city have. How much of a valuable thing? How much food??

As long as you get there yourself, maybe ...... You can make a ruthless stroke before the arrival of the Prairie King!

Before this war, the Prairie King had made a bloody alliance with the leaders of many tribes. A vow was made.

In this war, the king of the steppe only collected 20% of all the harvest of the plundering of the various tribes. The rest can be reserved for the various tribes themselves!

This is an unprecedented, very generous condition!!

When the Golden Wolf-headed General arrived at the aqueduct with his cavalry......

His mind was full of gold and silver jewels, mountains of grain, and the delicate skinned Roland women with delicate voices......

And this time......

"General, the bridge, the bridge......"

"What's wrong with that damn bridge? Are there any timid Tulip soldiers? What are you doing with your scimitars! Rush over them and kill them all!!"

"No...... Checkmate...... The bridge! It's, it's gone!"

The golden wolf-headed general's eyes widened, and he immediately shook his horsewhip fiercely, rode his horse and galloped wildly, and after a while, rushed to the front of the group.

In front of me, the canal was still quietly across the land.

And the "bridge" depicted by the forward cavalry.

Not at all!

Could it be that we are going in the wrong direction? This is impossible! The road in the Tulip family's territory is very recognizable, and this big road to the east is wide and flat!

"Where's the bridge?!!"

The golden wolf-headed general roared angrily, looking at the empty surface of the canal, he glared fiercely at the cavalry beside him.

"General!

Then the sun was getting darker and darker, and some of the horsemen rushed to the river of the aqueduct, and saw the opposite bank, and there seemed to be a few piles of black shadows on the bank, piled up there, like a pile of grain.

"Torches!!"

The golden wolf-headed general also rushed to the edge of the canal and shouted loudly.

Soon, a torch was handed to him.

The golden wolf-headed general roared and threw the torch out with great strength, and with great strength, the torch crossed the canal and landed on the opposite bank, in the middle of the piles of things.

The bright light of the fire completely illuminated those piles of things!

Not a grain pile!

But......

Head!!

Blood had already stained the land next to the canal, and more and more blood was flowing into the canal, gradually dyeing the canal water red.

Those heads, just piled up!

Their eyes widened, and the expressions on their faces ranged from anger, pain, panic, and even ...... Implore?!

All the heads were cut off from their necks, and judging by their expressions - the heads were cut off alive. The eyes are already rolling and the mouth is open.

There is no doubt that this is something that the steppe people are very familiar with!

Kyokan!

Head of the city!

Just at the top of this Jingguan, which was closest to the river, a head with its head tilted up and its mouth open, was the leader of the vanguard cavalry.

A sword stabbed through his mouth, and it stood on top of the Kyokan.

A long white piece of cloth hung from it, with a vertical string of words scribbled in blood.

It's a steppe language.

"Go back, you're on the wrong track!" (To be continued......)