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Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!

The Marquis of Isaheka, covered in mud and water, wolf bèi like a lost dog,

Escorted by the last 500 Golden Fleece knights, they ran in the direction of their old nest, Djerbo Fort, with tears streaming down their faces

The 6,000 knights under his command were wiped out, the Wings of the Golden Fleece heavy infantry were scattered, and the last killer Knights of the Golden Fleece were burned to a roast pig by the hateful Samars with unknown mysterious weapons

The despicable and rude Samour fat man used a set of combination punches to completely knock the confident Isahka all over the ground, and he still hasn't reacted

The family has endured for decades, and the little family foundation that has been accumulated with great difficulty,

Just burned to ashes by the fat man of Samor?

"I'm not convinced! I am a descendant of the Issa family, who is known as the last important minister of the kingdom, and I am not reconciled!"

Isaheka roared in her heart, tears streaming down her face, but form was stronger than people

The Battle of Sambuga, which caused a sensation in the South, was destined to crucify Isahka to the cross of disgrace

The muddy road greatly reduced the speed of Isaheka's retreat, and Isaheka, who was panicked, almost fell headlong into the mud puddle on the side of the road several times.

On hilly and muddy mountain roads,

The 2,000 Samor light cavalry who were ambushed halfway were like entangled ghosts,

From the woodland, from the hillside, from the depression below, like a hungry wolf who has found its prey, his blood-red eyes staring at the blood-colored double-ring battle flag that is constantly shaking in front of him,

Wielding a shiny sword in his hand, he screamed like a wolf pack with excitement in his mouth, and he didn't stop until he cut off Isaheka's head

In the face of the Golden Fleece Knights, who were far stronger than themselves, the Samar light cavalry gave full play to their high-speed mobility, and used the short crossbows in their hands to knock off the hard shell of the Golden Fleece Knights little by little.

The knights of the Golden Fleece, who were inmobile, were slaughtered in front of the short crossbows of the Samor light cavalry, and the knights of the Golden Fleece were unable to throw their heads under the pressure of the flying bolts

If it weren't for the knight's shield behind him, I'm afraid he would have become a hedgehog full of arrows

The short crossbow arrows that kept flying behind him made Itahka miserable,

Even the two white crossbow arrows stuck in the buttocks of his own war horse swayed up and down as he ran, like two shaking white flags

"No, if you continue like this, I'm afraid that before I return to Jerbo, I will hang up first!"

At the critical moment, Isaheka's excellent genes inherited from his ancestors finally awakened.

He shouted with his arm to the flag officer beside him

"You immediately lead the others to run on the main road, and I will break off the guards!"

After hearing that the lord was going to cut off for himself, the current situation is definitely dead or alive.

The 200 Golden Fleece Knights who accompanied him had a sense of justice, and took the blood-colored double-ring banner of the Issa family from the flag bearer, and led the pursuit of the Samar light cavalry along the main road

And Isahka herself, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention when she was turning, ran up the fork in the ramp with 50 guards knights

"I won't let you go! cunning Samars! Even if I die, I won't let you have a good time."

Isaheka, galloping on his horse, gritted his teeth and cursed,

The prey became the hunter, the battle of victory became the battle of shame,

The contrast filled Isaheka's heart with remorse, like a fire scorching his soul

Thinking of being caught by a fake message that the Samoors were "undefended tonight",

Like a hound that sees a bone, it lures out of its old nest, Jerbo Castle

On the way, he inexplicably killed hundreds of nobles,

No matter how stupid a person is, he knows that he has been tricked

"My lord, which way are we going back to Jerber Castle!"

Three forks in the mountain road ahead, and the guards stopped their horses, turned their heads and asked

"Are you going back to Djerbo Castle?"

Isaheka looked at the fork in the road ahead, and his mouth was bitter,

The last time I was here was twenty years ago, when Isaheka was in high spirits, and at that time he was just a noble heir to Djerbo Castle

Led by his father, the former old marquis, he went from here to a noble banquet in the city of Zhivadin

It was at this fork in the road that the old marquis, full of concern, pointed to the rolling hills below with his horsewhip, and exhorted the young Isaheka

"My son, you must remember what I said today, the Sambuga hills that you see now are the natural barrier of the Djerbo Fort, and the only passage of communication between the north and south of the Jerbo Plain

Whoever controls it will strangle the throat of Fort Jerbor! Whoever will strangle the future of the entire Issa family!"

Father's words are still fresh in my ears, and this natural barrier of the Isa family has been thrown away by himself

At this time, in Isaheka's mind, a grand and tragic picture appeared,

On the wide road of Sambuga, tens of thousands of wolf-like Samorian troops poured into the Djerbo plain, which had no ability to resist.

The Isa family, a famous family that has been inherited for hundreds of years, will carry an indelible stigma and be wantonly trampled by the sludge-stained bigfoot of the Samorian hillbillies.

The blood-colored double-ringed flag burning with fire was falling from the top of Jamborburg

"Lost the Sambuga hills, lost all the elites of the Issa family, what are you going to do back to Djerbo Fort?

Do you want to carry the shame of the vanquished, with the stigma of slaughtering the nobility, waiting for the hateful Samars to come and cut off their own heads?"

The thought gave Itahka a thriller, her eyes fluttering on the three forks in the road ahead

Finally, Isaheka took off the heraldic ring representing power on his right hand with a firm face, and pointed to the southernmost fork in the road

"From this mountain road to the south, you can bypass the city of Zhivading and reach the Zhivacheze further south, and you immediately take this power coat of arms to find the Dardanelles in the south, my daughter Isa Moriel is practicing etiquette with her maternal grandmother, and from now on she is the new head of the Isa family!"

The guards were taken aback by Isaheka's words, and looked at Isaheka with pale faces, from Isaheka's words, the guards had already heard a trace of despair!

"But, my lord, what are you going to do? The Samar light cavalry is still roaming around, and without our escort, it is too dangerous for your lord to return to Fort Jerbo alone!"

"I'm going to be a mystery, a lingering nightmare in the fat Samor's dreams

Even if I die, I will stand here and take care of the Sambuga Hills for the Isa family!"

Isahka looked at the puzzled guard, and then turned his head to look again at the wide Sambuga Hills below

"Huh...... I hope that my death can be exchanged for an innocent Issa family"

With a desolate face, he laughed a few times, and suddenly pulled out the knight's sword on his waist,

Before the guards could stop it, a cold light flashed through Isaheka's throat,

The knight's sword in Isaheka's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and blood mixed with muddy water flowed down Isaheka's body

The body of the first-generation hero Isaheka fell straight to the ground

"Hey"

The Isa guards sighed at each other, dug a large pit on the spot, buried Itahka, and hurried to the southernmost fork in the road.

Three days later

The uncommanded 2000 defenders of Fort Djerbo surrendered, and the entire area of the Jerbo Plain fell into the hands of the Fat Samor

Just when the fat man was full of joy and liquidated the goods and land that were about to arrive

A group of uninvited guests from the southern Živa rode into the camp of the Samor military camp

"What do you mean?"

The fat man looked at the name card sent by the sentry and was stunned

"Phew! Lao Tzu and that old thing of Isa fought to the death, no matter what happened to the people of the tile car these days, how could they mediate? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu tied them all up for ransom!"

The fat man who reacted wanted to say this, but he couldn't hold back the words in his mouth

The reason is simple, this team of mysterious people from Zhiwa Cheze

The fat man really can't be messed with

Because they come from the Dardanelles, a great clan in the south!

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