One in and one out, it took a long time, when Zhang Lisheng walked out of the stone room of the fake mission leader with a hypocritical smile on his face, the sky was already bright, and then he pretended to yawn, and immediately walked straight to another room where the pretending to be a member of the Chinese mission on the earth temporarily lived.

At the same time, a group of more than twenty horsemen, seven or eight meters long after spreading their wings, with fangs exposed on their giant snake-like heads, and a hideous expression of bipedal flying dragons, skillfully drove their mounts and landed on the huge stone platform in the center of the capital city of Tat.

The samurai looked unusually strong, but they were too young, especially the leader with the long-handled warhammer emblem of the 'Cavalry Commander' status embossed on his breastplate, although he had a short beard, but he looked like he was just coming of age.

"Riding master, I wish you martial arts and martial arts," although I don't have the impression of such a young cavalry commander in my memory, but thinking that it is impossible for an enemy to pretend to be a Tatdu warrior in such a big way, abandon the powerful riding beast, and step into the Tatdu capital to find death, more than a dozen servants nearby still hurriedly surrounded him, saluted neatly and said: "May I ask which general you are here to meet?"

"I am Alpanso Duores of the Northern Defense Force of Tatt, and I have come to the capital of Tatt on the orders of Lord Hostan Tattut, the commander of the defense of the North, to the west of the Dodon Hills, the Sierra Hills, and the North Enit Plains.

Sir Hostan had led his army last night to defeat a whole force of 10,000 men of the West Lorians who had come to the rescue of Gattre.

Now, as long as the remnants of the enemy are destroyed, the Middle Enit Plain can truly be included in the territory of 'Tatto'. The young knight puffed out his chest and looked down at the servant in front of him, and replied, "Sir says that in fifteen days at most, he will personally return to the capital of Tatt to present to the Viscount the head of the enemy general and the map of the plain of Middle Enit, which is treasured in the hall of the council of 'Gertrey'.

Servants, now go and ring the bell of triumph, and inform the entire capital of Tatt of this good news, so that all the people of Tattus will congratulate Sir Hostan on his victory!"

Despite their humble status, serving in the 'center of power', the servants were more or less aware of the delicate relationship between the now wounded and paralyzed lord and his brother Sir Hostein, and heard the words of the young horseman. I couldn't help but cry out in my heart.

But hesitation is not always the answer. After hesitating for a moment, the higher rank of the servants could only praise him: "This victory is really a good news, and it is really worthy of the pride of the entire Tate.

Please come with me, Lord Rider and all the warriors, and I will take you to the Chief Hedland..."

"Don't you ring the 'triumphal bell' first to report the victory to the whole city? Spread the good news from the front-line warriors to the whole city in the shortest possible time. Let everyone sing the praises and spread the martial arts of the victorious generals. Isn't it a centuries-old tradition of the Romans?" said Doreth, interrupting the head of the servants, frowning and unceremoniously reprimanded.

"Ride the grown-up, because. For the good news of Sir Hostan's capture of the North Enite Plain had been five days ago..."The servant leader bowed his head in front of the young horseman and explained timidly, but was again interrupted by the samurai beside him, "The last good news was the great defeat of the Getre and the capture of the Middle Enite Plain.

This time it was the 10,000-man team that defeated the Silorians to rescue 'Gertres', is it the same victory!"

"Yes, yes, it's different, but the good news still has to be known to Lord Hedland first, and then then...

Ladies and gentlemen, please come with me to Chief Hedland.

Please, please..."The chief of the servants knew that he was in the wrong, but he was unwilling to be beheaded by the Lord Steward on the second day of the ringing of the triumphal bell, as he had to do five days ago, when he was forced to win a great victory that had not been seen in a hundred years and the good news of the occupation of the Central Enite Plain had spread throughout the capital of Tat, and he could only continue to prevaricate.

"A lowly servant dares to snub the cavalry commander of the front-line general, Chuanjie, and not take the martial arts of the Roman noble generals in his eyes," Looking back at the sweaty servant leader standing in the cold spring breeze, looking at his implicit pleading eyes, Duo Les raised his voice without pity and continued to scold: "Why do you need to see Sir Hedland first before you can preach the good news.

Are you doubting the victory of thousands of Tathdu warriors in the bloody battles of the Northlands, or are you angry that we Tathdu have defeated the Western Lorian vassals and occupied the Middle Enites?"

"This, of course not, my lord, the horseman, I, I never meant that, never, no..." Faced with the false accusation of the death penalty of the young horseman, the servant leader waved his hands in horror, and even tears appeared in his eyes, and the strange movement between the two attracted the attention of the others on the huge stone platform.

But striking is eye-catching, and when a servant of a humble status sees this anomaly, it is impossible for him to ask for trouble at all, but he avoids it from afar;

And the hurried Tatdu warriors and generals were busy with their own affairs, and no one had the heart to meddle unless the servants gave an early warning of an enemy attack, so for a time there was no one to relieve the poor servants.

Fortunately, just when the servant leader was already desperate, a young woman with short reddish-brown hair, wearing a half-body armor, and holding a spear ran out of the council hall, passed by him, suddenly stopped, and asked curiously, "Fei Duo, are you crying like this?"

"Ah, it's you, noble Lady Anadan, I, I'm not crying, I'm blinded by the gale. The leader of the servants came back from his panic, saw the face of the virgin warrior not far away, shook his body, and bowed his waist at ninety degrees in surprise in reply.

"Blinded by the gale," Anadan looked up at the bright sky, waved his left hand, which was not holding a weapon, and frowned and said, "It's spring, where does the wind come from, Fei Duo, you don't want to be lazy."

Be careful I tell Chief Sù Hedland to cut off your head. ”

"No, of course not a baroness," said Fei Do, shaking his head vigorously, "how dare I be lazy, I, I was about to take these warriors to see the head of Hedland."

They brought with them another brilliant victory for Sir Hostan. ”

"Uncle has won another big victory, may my 'Tate Du Family' martial arts endure. Anadan's eyes lit up, and his head turned to the unfamiliar cavalry commander opposite the head of the servants, "Young and valiant warrior, did my uncle defeat the reinforcements of the Silorians?"

"Yes, noble lady," Duo Les could not help but restrain her arrogance when facing the noble daughter of the lord family who had ruled the Tatt Territory for hundreds of years, and bowed and replied, "Lord Hostan attacked at night last night and routed the 10,000-strong convoy of the Silorians to rescue the Gatre Leader, and the Middle Enite Plain is about to be pacified. ”

"That's wonderful," cried Anadan, clenching her fists, "I'm going to tell Sù Sator at once the good news, she's been worried about her father for the past two days."

By the way, Fedor, why did you still ask someone to ring the 'Triumph Bell'..."

The female warrior was shouting excitedly, when she suddenly heard a boiling noise from the council hall behind her, "Stand up, Lord Viscount stand up!"

Those Chinese people from the other world healed the lord's old wounds with magical powers, Lord Viscount, he, he stood up!";

"The Triumphal Bell, ring the Triumphant Bell quickly, the lord has ordered, gather all the warriors of the 'Tathdu', launch a war of revenge, personally conquer the Southern Enit Plain, and crusade against the despicable Silorians!";

"Tate is victorious, Tat is victorious, and the whole territory is called upon by the order of the plenipotentiary guardian of the Sidodon hills, the mountains of Sire, and the plains of North Enit!"

In the tsunami-like cheers that resounded through the heavens and the earth, Anadan's body stiffened, and then suddenly tears burst out of her eyes, and then she was stunned for more than ten seconds, she came back to her senses and muttered: "Stand up, Father, stand up, and return to the battlefield again, is this true, isn't it a dream...", no longer caring about anything else, turned around and rushed towards the fortress in the distance.

And Duo Race on the side looked at the carnival scene around him, but his face gradually became iron-blue, gritted his teeth, and unconsciously squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Those damn people from the other world really broke the big thing, damn, damn..."

He cursed in a low voice, closed his mouth vigilantly, and after a moment of silence, he jumped back on his mount and commanded the accompanying samurai, "Canadian Solar, you take the others to report the victory."

I will immediately return to the Red Iron Castle to heal the lord's old wounds, and report the news of the revenge of the Cyradorians to Lord Horstan. The bipedal wyvern under his crotch soared into the air and rushed to the distant horizon.

In this way, the news that Viscount Agra Tattdu, who was once known as the unseen hero of 'Tatedu' for a hundred years, and his younger brother, the 'Northland Wise General', Hostan Tate, captured the Middle Enite Plain, defeated the feuding Silorian reinforcements, and successfully expanded the territory collided, causing the entire Tate capital to be instantly turbulent.

It is a great fortune to have a talented leader in a land, but if there are two, it is the beginning of the greatest misfortune.

At such a delicate moment, both the ministers who were still loyal to Viscount Tattour and the supporters of Sir Hostein were all jubilant on the surface, but in private there was already a dark tide, and for a while no one paid attention to the Otherworldly Mission, which was the focus of attention not long ago.

None of them could have imagined that a terrible battle that would engulf the entire continent, and even the entire territory of the 'Roman World', in just a few months, was slowly brewing in a small and rich town in Mount Sire... (To be continued......)