On a snowy night, the Normandy plain, the world is vast, the cold weather makes the ground crack a dry gap, as if it has never changed for thousands of years, large snowflakes fill the world, with the howling cold wind, flying back and forth without scruples, making a piercing whistling like tearing cloth, in such a cold weather, basically no one will rush at night, even the hottest flames in the cold wilderness will be extinguished, the temperature at night can drop below minus 20 degrees, except for the hungry wolves, any life will choose to retreat,

But tonight there was a column outside, hundreds of small black dots appeared in front of them in such a situation where they could barely see the way forward, facing the cold and biting wind and snow, they were wearing thin linen clothes, their faces were as cold as a blank piece of paper, and their bodies were more or less covered with blood stains that had been frozen into ice, and all kinds of strange farm tools in their hands, and the blood stains on them that had coagulated, indicating that these people were not as simple as ordinary people.

The cold wind was biting, and in the wilderness where they could not be avoided, they faltered, and in the knee-deep snow, they were the first foot high, and even though their faces were cold and frosty like white hairs, their eyes were still unwavering in their eyes staring at the northeast sky,

"Akira, hold on, we're almost there!" a young man who was running ahead suddenly stopped his progress and shouted to a companion next to him, whose body was completely frozen, and finally fell into the snow like a puppet in a strange position.

Only the eyeballs were still able to roll, and the mouth was slightly open, "Leave me alone, keep running!" was the message his companion revealed with his eyes, and tried to show a smiling smile with the last twitching corners of his mouth,

"Don't waste your precious strength, he's hopeless, let him be alone for a while in peace!" said an accomplice who caught up from behind. To the young man who tried to pull his frozen companion out of the snow,

"No, we agreed to go back together! I can't leave him behind!" the young man looked resolute, even though he shivered from the cold, bent over, gasping for breath, and his messy hair was covered with snowflakes, all frozen like ice slag, he still held his companion's hand and refused to let go

He was about twenty years old. The tears that flowed from his eyes, before they left his cheeks, turned into two crystal clear ice cubes, the weather was so cold, only stopped for less than half a minute, the young man felt that he was almost unconscious all over, and the biting cold wind made him almost unable to walk

On this road, there are already many companions, and they can't move like this. Watching the snowflakes falling from the sky alive, at an unimaginable speed, quickly covering their frozen bodies until they were in this vast snowfield. There is no trace of them anymore, and their lonely lives remain in this foreign land forever

"What are you doing, don't let him go yet, unless you want to die with him!" a tall middle-aged man approached him. Forcibly separating his hand from the hand of the frozen zombie body, "I said, I would take him back with me!" The young man had fallen into a semi-comatose state. In a voice that could almost only be heard, he whispered, "Stupid! coward!" Almost instantly, the middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped him in the face, a strong sense of humiliation made the young man suddenly sober up, and the young man raised his head angrily, he came from a noble family in Salander, he was captured because of the defeat, and then was sold here as slaves by the Normans,

"I'm so ashamed of you!" the middle-aged man said as he looked at the young man with palm prints on his face and an almost dull expression, pointing to his dead companion Look at the place where your companion fell, this is not our land, our lives are as light as this falling snowflakes on this foreign land, so they resist desperately, even if they know that it may be the moment of death, they may not have the opportunity to see the sea that separates their homeland, and they may not be able to re-read the fragrance of Salander's flowers, but at least they hope that when they die, they can be closer to their homeland, they can fall, but they are not willing to be able to take the person they wish to return to die too!" "I'm not a coward!" The young man's blood swelled and glared angrily, and the word coward reminded him of the unpleasant experience of being captive, "If you are not a coward, then go on with the hope of your companions!" The middle-aged man scolded, "Snow is pure, and it may not be a good place for us who are far away from our homeland, at least, they don't have to be discarded by their masters in the wilderness to feed wolves or other predators, and they don't have to be tied to tree trunks and skinned alive by the guards because of one of their masters' dissatisfaction,

The middle-aged man's voice stopped, looked up at the dark sky in the distance, and said, "As soon as the snow stops, the Normandian pursuit party will come, and we will resist together, from more than a thousand people to less than 100 now, for what?

"But......" the stubborn young man still wanted to say, "go on, or stay together, and run away like a coward from the hopes placed on you by your companions, the choice is yours!" the middle-aged man interrupted him, and then continued to move forward without turning his head away,

One by one, the fugitives walked past the young man, his face was red and white, looking at the figure that gradually disappeared in front of him, as if he had made up his mind, he crouched down and laid the already stiff body of his companion flat on the snow, "Akira, you have to wait for me!" The young man half-knelt on the snow, said his final goodbye to the corpse of his best friend, raised his head, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and whispered, "I will come back with the most beautiful golden Palis flower in Salander, and let this wilderness bury you." I swear to the god of winter, by my noble surname, Beausud!"......

The sun rose over the eastern horizon, the wind and snow stopped, the sky and the earth were snow-white, a black line appeared in the distance, the horses' hooves raised snowflakes, and in the dense sound of horses' hooves, a group of Normandy cavalry of about 100 people appeared in the direction where the fugitives appeared last night. In front of the cavalry, there were several great hounds running in the snow, and the cavalry commander leading the team was a middle-aged knight with a scar on his face, wearing polished shiny armor and a thick cloak

He is the local lord Dicole, he received a report of an attack on the nearby garrison last night, according to his guess, it must have met the rumored Salander slaves who gathered a crowd to rebel, according to the rules of the principality, as a lord is obliged to help the slave owner capture the slave. In order to thank the lord for his help, the slave owner must also come up with a thank-you gift, Diccol is worried about the early progress of this winter, and the harvest in the territory is not good, knowing that it is such a good thing, the sky is not completely light, so he immediately rushed with his own guards

One of the hounds that was tracking in front of "Wangwang" suddenly stopped in front of him, barking low in his mouth and his eyes shining. Scraping through the snow below with his claws, he seemed to have found something

"Let's take a look, they attacked the nearby garrison last night, and there was so much snow. There must have been a lot of deaths" Dicker, who led the team, was a seasoned knight, and he predicted that if the other party fled all the way, it would be difficult to move forward in this wilderness where he could not even dodge. His own hound grew up eating human flesh, and such an excited move indicates that there must be good food underneath

The cavalry guards let out a shout. Riding his horse and galloping to the place where the hound plowed, a cavalryman pulled the manic hound away, several cavalrymen jumped off their horses, and struggled to dig through the loose snow with their own cavalry swords, revealing the body of a fugitive inside, a seasoned escort cavalry squatted down, checked it, stood up and said loudly to Diccol behind, "My lord, I have been dead for 3 hours, judging from the other corpses found along the way, the direction of these fugitive slaves should be the seaside!" "Seaside?" Dicker sneered on his warhorse, do these slaves want to jump into the sea and swim back? What are you kidding!"Everyone get on the horse, let's go to the beach!" Dicker shouted excitedly, as a lord in Normandy near the sea, he is no stranger to the escape of Salander's slaves, and he even knows that there are some smuggling merchant ships that come and go to the open sea, and occasionally take some of the fugitive slaves back at the smuggling point, but unfortunately, since Normandy abandoned Antoros, the nearby sea has been blocked,

So during this time, there were no smuggling merchant ships in the coastal area, and you can imagine what kind of expression those Salander slaves who were eager to wear it would have when they suddenly saw themselves at the moment of longing.

It must have been a wonderful feeling! Dicker's cruel eyes had a hint of blood,

He still remembered the same situation last time, more than sixty Salander slaves who had been captured, a few of them who had taken the lead, were dragged all the way back by their own horses, and by the time they arrived at the castle, they were already dying, and the bones had come out, or they had turned into a pile of meat puree, and the screams and desperate helplessness along the way still made Diccol tremble with excitement when he thought about it,

In particular, there are more than a dozen good-looking female slaves in it, Dicker left all these female slaves to his soldiers after playing with a few, and for three days, none of them survived, and the broken corpses of Bai Huahua were all thrown on the river beach to feed the hunting dogs, and all the Salander slaves in the territory were gathered to watch, and the faces of the unacquainted Salanders were green, and some even peed their pants on the spot,

The kind of funny scene made Dicol feel that the Salanders were really a weak people, unlike the Normandians, who regarded themselves as wolves of the wilderness, such a weak people, and only slaves could match them.

Twenty miles of road was only an hour for the cavalry, and the familiarity of the road made Dicole's pursuing cavalry find traces of fugitives about three miles from the sea, and those ragged men were cooking, numbering about seventy or eighty people, all of them emaciated and thin, like clumps of hemp in the cold and windy wilderness

"Stop!" Diccol shouted loudly as he raised his hand and shouted sharply, and the cavalry behind him stopped the hooves of their horses in unison, bringing up a white snow and flying, and the metal vests made a crashing and rubbing sound, and in the morning light, brought up a black dead line

"It's a Norman!"

The fugitive, who was cooking in place, looked at the black line that appeared in the distance, and suddenly became chaotic,

They had already reached the beach, but the tide on the sea did not look like a ship docking, and they had to rush to another smuggling point where the zài boats might be kept, only to meet Diocoll, who was chasing after them

"Don't mess around. They are cavalrymen, and if you don't want to die, you have to hug them together!" or the middle-aged man, who was obviously of great prestige among these fugitives, his name was Valal, and before he became a slave, he was a deputy commander of the Mamunuk Knights of Salander,

He and his more than 2,000 Mamunuks were routed by the cavalry of the goshawk Avizzi while covering the withdrawal of the large army, and he was also the main person in this escape. Under his shout, a part of the Salanders gathered around him, their arms trembling slightly, raising the agricultural forks in their hands, as well as some simple infantry swords, forming a simple queue, which was already the biggest resistance they could organize, panic, confusion, fear and countless other emotions flashed in their eyes. "Haha, what is this, Salander Gun Array?"

Dicker looked at the war horse in front of him, erecting a group of funny farm tools. Even the Salander slaves, whose bodies were trembling, had a sinister smile on the corner of their mouths, if they could withstand the impact of the Norman cavalry, it would be a real big joke. He drew a knight's battle axe with a double blade from the manger of his horse, raised it high in the sun, and shouted, "Warriors of Normandy. Crush them!"

"Charge!"

Hundreds of Normandy cavalry swooped down at high speed by the terrain, and the heavy armor on their bodies made a "whoosh" metal sound on the undulating horses, like a magnificent steel city wall pressing on the Salander slaves in front, as the cavalry ran faster and faster, the whole ground trembled in front of this terrible steel charge, the heavy horse's hooves were like rolling thunder in the winter night, and the majestic momentum was that a giant dragon in front of him would also be crushed into pieces, "Never retreat!"

The people of Salander on the other side also let out a passionate shout, many of them were Salander's soldiers, and the humiliation of defeat made them finally show a kind of determination on their faces, even if they were holding a laughing fork in their hands,

They tightened the queue as much as they could, making dozens of Bingnong forks open like hedgehogs, their round eyes were bloodshot, their lips were tensely white, and a fierce cold wind was squeezed by the cavalry on the opposite side and blew from the opposite side.

Dozens of meters away, in the blink of an eye, the Salanders at the front of the "pop" were all knocked over without exception, but the agricultural forks in their hands also stabbed the war horses of the Normandy cavalry, and brought up a spark of friction on the metal vest, the people turned on their backs, the snowflakes rolled, and several Normandy soldiers also fell from their horses into the Salander slave herd because of inertia, blood splattered out of the crowd, and the sound of the Normandy soldiers screaming fiercely, frightened the other cavalry hurriedly turned, "A group of fools!

Diccol, who was in the back, scolded with some dissatisfaction, these Saland slaves were able to block the first wave of impact, and he was also very surprised, he personally drove his war horse forward, and all the Normandy cavalry approached him, "How is our situation?" On the Salander side, Valal was hurriedly unarming the corpse of a Norman, and then draped it on himself, "18 people were wounded, 4 were killed! The tragic price of the first encounter made Valal's body tremble slightly,

"So much!" he took a deep breath, a hint of complicated feelings flashed in his eyes, according to this comparison, it would not take three rounds for his side to collapse, he seemed to think of something, looked at his companions around him, and said, "Are there any archers here?" No one around answered him, archers are a very weak profession in the Salander army, there is basically no formal establishment and there are few archers in the general Mamunuk, "Not one?" Valal asked again, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, "I've been learning bows and arrows for a while!" A young man stood up from the crowd and said with an embarrassed expression, "My family once had a sharpshooter, so the ages have asked us to learn something about bows and arrows" "It's you!" Valal's eyes lit up, he remembered this young man last night,

He handed over the longbow and a bag of arrows he had found from behind the Normandy cavalry, and asked, "I'm glad you've finally made the right choice, listen to your tone, it should be a hereditary Mamunuk, haven't you asked ...... your family?"

The young man took the bow and arrow, tried it in his hand, made a posture of drawing the bow and shooting flat, and responded with a flat expression, "Duke Baiou's family ......!" Hearing this surname, Valal's face suddenly changed, his hand stopped in mid-air, and the other people also stopped their chaotic voices, and all eyes were focused on this young man

After half a ring, Valal said very respectfully, "It was such a faux pas last night, I didn't expect Your Excellency to be one of the three major duke families in the south" "It's already a thing of the past!" The young man responded to him with a wry smile, "Because the entire Baiou family died in the Southern Campaign, and now I am the only one left, if I die here today, the surname Baiousud will end here!" "You just mentioned that there was a marksman in the Baiou family, I don't know if it is called Baiowalia who shoots down the stars!" Valal asked cautiously, "Well, I didn't expect you to know him?" This time it was the young man's turn to be surprised, Bai Ou Valia is an alternative to the Bai Ou family,

As a son of the three major dukes' families, he didn't even learn Mamunouk's horsemanship, but plunged headlong into archery that made most people shameful.

If it weren't for the thirty-four generals who had shot the enemy in a row with their outstanding archery skills, I was afraid that Bai Ou Valia would have become a disgrace to the Bai Ou family. "Alright, now let's set it up!" Valal didn't want to say more, and glanced at the Normandy cavalry that had been assembled in the distance,

He said to the young man, "The only way we can win now is to shoot the opponent's commander with a bow and arrow when the opponent attacks, and as long as the opponent is chaotic, we have a chance to survive!" (To be continued.) )