The black canopy, the moonlight and the starlight are echoing, like a beautiful picture written by countless shining points of light overhead,

Coming out of the prison, the fat man couldn't help but speed up, the terrain here was flat, there were almost no ups and downs, his hand raised his whip violently, the fat man rode alone, ran on the small mound in front, and the hundred guards cavalry behind him followed,

"Your Majesty, there is our military post ten miles ahead, do you need to inform them in advance to prepare!" Hu Keqili came up from behind and asked the fat man for instructions

"No, we won't rest at the military post tonight, let's go back to Xinhai City directly!" The fat man waved his hand to Hu Keqili and said loudly, "Sue everyone, whoever arrives at the gate of Xinhai City first, I will reward him with this bottle of grassland drunk on my waist!"

As the order spread, the hundred guards cavalry in the rear gave a stirring response, and the speed of the horse team increased again,

The melodious sound of the piano floats in the night, and the food on the bonfire makes a crackling sound of dripping oil, such a scene makes the night a little more romantic and blurry, not to mention that the stars are hanging tonight, and the young men and women in the caravan are leaning together, wanting to enjoy the romance of being alone, but there is a rapid sound of horses' hooves in the distance like thunder rushing to the mountains, and the darkness is heavy, only to see the war horses galloping like the wind, the iron armor is cold, and the cavalry above is extremely strong, which attracts the side eyes of many caravans resting on the side of the road,

There is a distance of forty miles from the prison to Xinhai City, and the fat man originally planned to speed all the way, but soon, he found that it was not feasible.

Although it was late at night, there were still many caravans on the road, and several times they had to slow down and pass slowly past the caravans full of goods.

The bonfires on the side of the road are almost never broken. It dragged out a distance of more than 60 miles on the road, spreading along the trade road all the way, like a huge long light scene, which is spectacular. These are caravans that come and go to rest,

Because the scale of the post station next to the road is generally not large, the number of accommodation is limited, and the current weather is very suitable for May, many caravans have given up the habit of going to the post station to rest, but choose to camp in the wilderness.

Horse-drawn wagons filled with goods form a circle outside, with a roaring bonfire lit in the middle. All the people of the caravan sat in a circle around the campfire, the trade routes along the coast were the key protective areas of the Falcon Army, and the patrol cavalry divided by region patrolled back and forth according to the area to which they belonged,

There are only caravans along the way, and there are no robbers in sight, and thousands of horse-drawn carriages pass from here every day, like a large artery that crosses the northwest coast, bringing together resources and commodities in a steady stream

In fact, there are very few robbers on the northwest coast. On the one hand, it is because of the strict suppression of the Falcon Army, and on the other hand, because most of the immigrants who come from the migration are in groups and build their own camps. There are also some self-built guards, the northwest is barren, there are many wild beasts, and people are often attacked when reclaiming wasteland. The light weapons possessed by the guards were mainly used against wild beasts, but they could also be used against bandits, especially if the guards of hundreds of villages were united. The guards with more than a few thousand people, generally bandits with less than 100 people will be beaten and fled, and those who are larger are the key targets of the Falcon garrison's clearance, "It seems that it will not be there tonight!"

The fat man looked up at the moon and the sky, and then at the seven or eight carriages in front of him that were overturning more and more in the middle of the road, and the piled goods were tumbling everywhere, and several merchants were squatting on the ground with sad faces, and the road was completely blocked

The fat man could only reluctantly give up the plan to rush back to Haicheng at night, and in a fairly wide flat land, the fat man raised his hand to the cavalry behind him, "The whole team stops, camp on the spot!" The guards got down from the war horses, wrapped the crotch of the war horses and took out the camping tools, and soon set up more than a dozen bonfires in the same place,

Seeing that it was the people of the army, the nearby caravan consciously gave up a large piece of land, although the reputation of the falconry army was good, but for these murderous warriors, mainly the merchants converted from the nobles, they also chose not to provoke,

Moreover, these guards are all big and thick, murderous, even if they take off the armor on their bodies, they are the kind that can scare people to death with a glance, in such an atmosphere, the merchants around them even speak much quieter, and even the occasional glance at this side is mostly full of fear and curiosity

The fat man lay on the soft meadow and stretched out without any care, he could feel the changes around him and the strange gaze of the merchants, but so what? The army, the sharp weapon of the country, even if there is no sharp weapon out of the sheath, at least the murderous aura that the weapon should have,

What's more, these hundred guards, which one of them didn't roll over in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, they have been on the battlefield for a long time, killing people like chopping vegetables, naturally, they will not treat people as people, and their eyes are like the eyes of a hunter looking at their prey,

"The first team is responsible for the left, and the second team is responsible for the right......" In the night, the sound of Hukochili personally arranging the defense of the camp was heard, and piles of bonfires were lit, like several barriers separating the fat man from the outside,

Under the cold moonlight, the fat man was rare and calm, looking at the huge sky of thousands of stars that have been giving people a bright feeling since ancient times, the silver starlight is like a long river across the sky, and there is only the insect chirping in early summer in his ears.

The earth is vast like a landscape ink painting, majestic and magnificent, like a meadow, blown by the wind in the moonlight, the rumbling sound of the sea slapping against the cliff wall in the distance, the beautiful scenery in front of you can't help but make the fat feel a little intoxicated, the world is like chess, where is the position of his flag, compared with this eternal heaven and earth, his troubles are really ridiculous, war, glory, the hustle and bustle of thousands of troops! The monstrous power of the country! In the end, which one is what he needs?

A trace of confusion flashed in the fat man's eyes, I don't know why, at this moment, the fat man remembered the young man in prison, although he was weak and couldn't stand up, but when he saw the obsidian king ring on his finger, he still tried his best to stand up, and respectfully made a salute to himself to meet the king of the Khan, and the tenacity and loyalty of the steppe people were undoubtedly revealed,

This had to make the fat man rethink the strategic direction of the empire, the vast bitter cold land, created the heroic and fearless blood boiling in the body of the steppe man, with a character that is difficult to conquer. The strength of the steppe cavalry is definitely not only because they have strong warriors who have been riding on horses since childhood and can draw bows and shoot arrows, but also because of their tenacious and majestic spiritual culture.

It can be seen that from the idle nomads who love freedom, to the rangers who defend the tribe, to the steppe cavalry who went forward and succeeded in the steppe war, those rough men, killing people and their cruelty, but they will always be moved to tears by the cultural symbol of "tribe", for this sense of cultural belonging, the steppe people have a firm gaze in the wind and snow: they wear thick felt coats, stepping on shiny riding boots, in the cold and bloody world, guarding the warmest sustenance in their hearts.

Suddenly, what the fat man had been hesitating in his mind began to become clear, the Slavs' thousands of miles of borderless land is tempting, but because of this, facing the main force of the Dongting people is a little worthless after all, in front of the invading steppe cavalry, no matter how much land you can't hold, it's useless,

On the other hand, the northwest coast, which was originally designated as the support point for setting foot in the Obaro continent, has now had a very good foundation after some period of great development, population, military strength, commerce, and urban infrastructure, and has become more and more on par with the empire itself. Taking advantage of this gap of thousands of miles to speed up the control of the northwest of Gaul, before the Gauls finally intervene, it is obviously more in line with the needs of the interests of the empire to truly complete the control of the northwest before the Gauls finally intervene.

The fat man was originally worried about Southwest, but since Southwest was on the same front as him, if he didn't show enough strength to make him trust, he was afraid that he would be looked down upon by this Murphy Obon.

The troubles are gone, and the fat man who is burning is the heart of war,

"It seems that the fire that shook the Gallic Empire should have begun to burn!" Half-sitting up, the fat man picked up a piece of wood root on the ground, and picked up the fire in front of him with a deep face, a bright yellow flame, like a snake climbed up the stick,

According to the letter from Fort Julilsford, if the resolution made ten days ago and the all-out obstruction of the Julils family, the time for the new Northwest Governor to arrive in the Northwest would give him a gap of one month at most, "One month, even if you can't complete the control of the entire Northwest, it is enough for those wall grasses to weigh their own weight well!" The light of the bonfire, shining on the fat man's face, alternating light and dark, no one would have thought that this fat man who showed a smile in front of the bonfire, turned in his mind the fate of millions of creatures in the northwest, the fat man drew on the ground with a scorched wooden stick, to fully control the northwest, it must not be able to bypass the two powerful countries of Denia and Rosende......"

"What man!" came the captain of the night guard in front of him, interrupting the fat man's thoughts, and then there was a sound of a sharp weapon unsheathed,

"Don't get me wrong, we're just passing refugees! because we're looking for a place to rest......" came a timid voice, and the fat man could see that a simple carriage was parked there, and a middle-aged man dressed in aristocratic clothes was trying to explain something to the guard, "I guess I also saw the place where I camped."

The fat man's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he immediately felt that something was wrong, hundreds of murderous soldiers squatted here, and many caravans nearby unconsciously distanced themselves, could it be that the other party was blind and couldn't even see a little obvious thing? Or did he deliberately stick it up because he saw that it was the army? The fat man felt that the latter was the majority! (To be continued......