"What's the situation?"

Marquis Harrison was frightened into a cold sweat by the shouting of killing like rolling thunder, when the captain of his own guard was hit in the head by a mace from a tall and bear-like cold man, and the blood mixed with the brain pulp blew up his face, Marquis Harrison's drunkenness completely turned into beads of sweat on the door of his head, he couldn't figure out what kind of person would think of a sneak attack on Little Rock Fort, Little Rock Castle as the retreat of Fei Shan's 300,000 main force, it is definitely the top priority in terms of strategic location, but on the other hand, 300,000 Fei Shan's main force only needs one turn back, and it can easily crush the enemy attacking Little Stone FortSo the little stone castle is impregnable, but the other party just touched it

"There are too many enemies, my lord!" The adjutant desperately pulled the completely stunned Harrison Hou back, the violent melee ability of the cold warrior defeated the Faisan light infantry one after another, the sword light and sword shadow, the blood was like a sudden explosion of water, the long sword of the Fissan soldier slashed the armor on the shoulder of the cold soldier, slipped out a dazzling spark, three or four bayonets penetrated the chest of the cold soldier, and the blood flew to the people behind him and dyed the blood, but the cold warrior was able to shake the mace in his hand and smash the head of the captain of the Marquis Harrison guard, which was simply too strong

"Bell!" the bell on the fortress towers struck the sky, and several torches were thrown from the city, "Attention, the archers are ready" The Fishan archer raised his bow, and the light of the torches illuminated the uncountable cold warriors on the city wall like ants clinging to sugar cubes, and the Fishan archers on the fortress towers didn't know which one to shoot, there were too many enemies, the shooter panicked and released the bowstring, and the arrows flew away, as if they were lost in this sea of people

The cold warriors who rushed into the city walls were a massacre for the Fessans, who had only 3,000 men and faced the surprise attack of tens of thousands of the most elite cold warriors. The crying father who was beaten before he even had time to form the queue called his mother. Woke up from the drowsiness, picked up the weapon and hurriedly ran to the city wall, his eyes were full of enemies who didn't know where he came from, there were swords and swords everywhere, the enemies were as tall and strong as a bear in the mountains, and the fierce weapons in his hands were even more invincible, and they swept fiercely, even the shield could be broken in the north, and the soldiers behind turned around and fell from a high place, and there were not many people on the city wall

The weather is cold. One by one, the soldiers were hiding from the fire, and suddenly they were attacked, and they were able to react, and by the time they shivered and picked up their weapons, the city walls had already been taken under control, and they rushed forward! Losing the small stone fort, no matter whether the army returns or does to kill all these enemies, he will not escape the death penalty, and he will not care about safety first. Picking up a knight's sword, he rushed upwards with the scattered soldiers, and the mace of the cold warrior smashed down with blood, and the oncoming Fishan soldiers collided head-on like two waves. Countless splashing waves were stirred, and blood-colored sparks were splashed from the swords and guns of the battle! Under the heavy pressure, they all threw the cold soldiers to the ground. The small stone fort fortress with blood and mud under the feet and the three thousand loose defenders, under the pounce of the cold warriors who were dozens of times the number of people, the closed gate of the "Titicaca" small stone fort fortress that had been beaten at an hour was opened from the inside to the outside, and Besukaya drove the war horse forward, and the cold wind swept the face, and the blood was permeated. "Your Royal Highness, our army has taken the target!"

A middle-aged man in heavy armor kneeling on one knee on the road at the entrance of the door, thousands of cold warriors are also neatly placed on one knee on both sides from the city gate to the center, the torches are faint, blown by the night wind, from the door is full of corpses, it can be seen that the people of Feishan have put up desperate resistance here, many of the maces of the cold warriors are still bloody and blurred, these maces are now placed on the ground by the warriors, and everyone's face is full of piety" Patriarch Luxor, please get up, there is no need for this!" Besukaya rode a pure white horse, looking at the middle-aged man with a somewhat overwhelmed face, Luxor is the leader of the cold Rasul tribe, and the only leader of the six cold tribes who came in response to the call of the empire this time, in terms of identity, the other party is not worse than himself, and he is also considered a hero of one side in the north, among the 30,000 cold army, there are 6,000 people who are Rasul warriors, these are the real tribal elite, and they are also the backbone of the 30,000 cold army,

"Please also ask Her Royal Highness to take back the title you just had," Luxor said with a hint of shrewdness in his eyes, "Has Her Highness forgotten that just last month, my Rasul tribe had been included in the agreement of the Besu tribe?" Now Luxor is no longer the patriarch, but an elder of the Besu tribe, it is appropriate to bow to Her Royal Highness, this time thanks to the presence of Her Royal Highness, my Rasul tribe can enjoy the same opportunity as the Besu tribe to build a city in the northern part of Obaro, it may be just a matter of words for Her Royal Highness, but for the Rasul tribe, this is by no means inferior and gives the tribe a grace of rebirth!" Elder Luxor said seriously, I just did what a Northland should do, if possible, who doesn't want their people to live in a land of peace."

Besukaya smiled, got down from the war horse, and personally helped Luxor up, Luxor's inclusion in the Besu tribe is the most sensational event in the north this year, the Rasul tribe itself is a cold tribe, the population of the whole clan is more than 90,000, of which there are 30,000 who can fight young and strong, such a force is definitely a big force in the cold land, the territory of the Rasul tribe is also considered to be north in the cold land, bordering the East Irai people in the extremely cold land, and has always been regarded by the cold people as a barrier to resist the East Ele people, the Besu tribe has risen sharply since it was supported by the empire, attracting many small tribes to take refuge, but there is no big clan like Sural, This is regarded as a sign that the Besu tribe has truly become the first tribe in the cold region, and the population of the Besu tribe, which has absorbed the Rasul tribe, has exceeded 300,000 in one fell swoop, almost three-fifths of the population of the entire cold region, "The land of peace?" Luxor said excitedly, "For us who open our eyes to the cold wind of the boundless ice field, where can there be a place of peace?" For the sake of tribal food, we need to fight the fierce beasts on the ice field, and in order for the tribe to survive, we need to fight the enemy, but even so, a large number of people still die every winter, and if we want to be peaceful, we must leave the ice field. I knew that the princess was very clear about the purpose of our tribe, that is, she was rushing to relocate, and I thought that the princess would refuse, but the magnanimity of the princess made me admire, not only allowed our tribe to have the right to trade with the interior like the Besu tribe, but also gave us one of the three cities in the north of Obaro, and from that moment on, I, the Rasul tribe, were the loyal subordinates of Her Royal Highness!"

"What did you hear?"

Besukaya's hand trembled slightly, and her slender phoenix-like eyes flashed with a hint of depth. Luxor is saying that the Rasul will be loyal to themselves, not to the Besso. This is a problem in itself, she is the princess of the Besu tribe, but with the expansion of the Besu tribe and the continuous absorption of new tribes, the Besu tribe is no longer as single as before.

The tribal leaders recruited automatically became elders, and in the absence of the princess, the affairs of the Besu tribe were decided according to the elders' deliberations, and there were many elders. Miscellaneous, naturally there will be problems for the benefit of their respective clans, for example, when he left this time, the great elder of the Besu tribe faintly hinted at himself. The population of the Besu tribe is increasing, their influence is increasing, and their affairs are increasing, and it is no longer possible for a single great elder to control it. Therefore, the Council of Elders wants to set up a few more affairs elders, in fact, to put it bluntly, it wants to empty the power of the princess and raise the princess Besukaya. The real power is in the hands of the elders

"It's nothing, it's just that the behavior of some people is really blind, and if they bite the master's wolf when they are fed, they should be killed early!" Luxor's face looked a little hideous, and he said in a low voice, "As long as Her Royal Highness says a word, I, the Sural clan, am willing to drive forward for the princess!"

"The Northland has just been peaceful, let's wait and see!" Besukaya sighed, "I know that you are a famous hero in the Northland, because it was the Great Elder who raised yì, so Besukaya did not refuse, the elders want to overhead my idea is not wrong, it is not on the ice field all the year round, who will have such thoughts after a long time"

"Actually, for the power of the Besu tribe, Besukaya himself doesn't care, I've seen the vastness of the sky, who cares about the splendor of a cloud? Besukaya's ideal has always been in the Northland, not the Besu tribe, I came from the multi-choice sect, influenced by the theory of multi-choice parliamentary system, Besukaya also wants to see, this kind of presbyterian council similar to the initial parliamentary system, can it be implemented in the cold northern region?" And the situation in the North is getting more and more severe, and the news from the North is worrying, and the East Ile people may be going south again."

Luxor said" I also heard, I heard that it was not for expansion, but for fleeing, some of the displaced people who ran from the East Ile area brought panicked news, the Lurere-Caspian Sea, which was regarded as a holy sea by the East Ile people, froze, and it was in the most unlikely June, the East Ile people were terrified, this is the precursor to the arrival of the rumored three-hundred-year great cold wave, under the great cold wave, the legend that everything dies is also heard from childhood, I heard that there will be a great cold wave every three hundred years, and then the weather will become colder, and all the water will turn into ice, even in the Austin Sea, at that time"Only the tribes that desperately migrated to the south have a chance to survive" "So we don't have time for civil strife! They want to try, then they have to stop the East Ile people first" Besukaya quickly turned over his war horse and galloped past with a dozen of his subordinates, "Patriarch, you said that Her Royal Highness really doesn't care at all?" A young warrior kneeling on the ground came to Luxor, who was thinking about something, and whispered, "Have you seen the vastness of the sky, and will you care about the splendor of a cloud?"

Luxor gave him a blank look, muttering to himself, revealing a touch of abruptness" Yes, Her Royal Highness is a disciple of the Falcon Emperor, even if she doesn't return to the North, she is also a first-class honor in the Empire, and only the buns of people in the North will take that little bit of power so seriously, as long as you have your back to the Falcon Emperor, the control of the Northland is firmly in your hands, the cold wave is coming, and the power of life and death is in the hands of the Princess, those guys of the Besu tribe are just clowns who jump off the beam, and it is the most suitable way for Her Royal Highness to watch from the sidelines, and it will be clear who is the good guy and who is the bad guy at a glance!"

Originally, I wrote 4,000 words, but the improper operation was gone, and I rushed 3,000 overnight, hey...... Ugly Luck (To be continued......)