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All the Samor guards stood five meters away. Face outwards and stand side by side in a circle. No one wants to be the light bulb of the Governor, not to mention that the fat man of Samore is famously cautious.

"Oh" the fat man replied very aggrievedly, Isa Mofeil's demeanor just now was obviously reminding himself that "the opportunity is right in front of him". The fat man looked at his bulging belly, unnaturally holding his breath and contracting, trying to let himself see, but soon the fat man found out. It is futile to do so.

"Flutter. The stupid appearance of the fat man made Allensteen laugh out loud, and his slightly frowning eyebrows were completely unfolded, like white lilacs blooming in spring, so that the fat man saw that his eyes were straight, is this woman of the Duai family really his fate? The fat man couldn't help but lose his mind a little, and was complained by Isamoryl, "Dead fat man, always so lustful!"

The voice was very soft, but it came clearly into the ears of the two,

"Ahem!" The fat man coughed awkwardly, and found that the delicate Alensteen opposite him was also blushing, and the fat man hurriedly squeezed out a trace of an embarrassed smile on his face, and stood up straight, trying to make himself look more sincere,

"Dead fat, it's always embarrassing!" Isamofil didn't seem to mean to let the two go. muttered in a low voice, and the horsewhip in his hand gently slapped his thigh, eager to whip the pervert he loved and hated.

Allensteen's head was hunched into his neck. The body trembled slightly. People can't help but feel the urge to hold it in their arms.

"Stomp. A rush of horses' hooves broke the embarrassment between several people at the gate of the New Town Pier, and a Samour herald rushed from a distance, stopped in front of the outer Guards cavalry, and said in a hurried voice, "Dehrim Alert!, small."

"Oh, what are the Inerdian people doing? The fat man's face changed slightly, and he took the emergency report from the guard's hand, and his eyes stayed on it for a while. Hukochili and the guards next to him didn't dare to take a breath,

Although the war of Dehrim is over, whether it is Miao Erdian, who has suffered heavy casualties, or Samor, who has gained the advantage, it is not very easy, time is something that both sides need, whether it is a stable form or gathering strength, everyone knows it. Once it breaks out again, it will be a more fierce fight to the death. I just didn't expect it to come so soon!

The fat man looked at the nervous soldiers around him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, handed the urgent report in his hand to Hu Keqili beside him, and shouted loudly with an excited expression: "Do you know what this is? This is the negotiation letter of the envoy of the Rui Erdian! He wants to negotiate with us! The Miao Erdian people are afraid, and he asks us not to go near their hinterland! For this reason, they are willing to hand over De Hery's thumb to us

"Samor will win! Samar will win!" The soldiers around raised their weapons with excited faces. Shouting loudly, only Wiki can know De Cherim's place in the hearts of Wikimen, that is a national shame. It was a family feud, and the Battle of Dehrim almost made the whole of Vekia cry, like a wound that could never be healed, which has been hurting for hundreds of years, and has hurt into the national spirit of the Vikia people.

Cowardly Wikibians, incompetent Wikibians, these disgusting titles will disappear without a trace because of this war.

Hukochili's face was also purple with excitement, and his fingers holding the anxious report turned slightly white, and the fat man patted Hukochili's shoulder, "Send a message to Caesar Sauron, and let him tell the envoy of Sù Inerdian, as the victor." We have the right to choose the place where we negotiate. If you want to talk, let him come to Chrysdo! Otherwise, our Samar army will not rule out the possibility of continuing to advance into the hinterland of Indjan!"

The fat man took the war horse from the guard's hand, turned over with agility, and said to the frightened Allenstin, whose face was slightly pale, "Dear Miss Allenstin, I don't know that I don't have the honor to escort you back to the Duai family in Kyoto."

The fat man said very calmly, and there was no trace of instability in his words, as if it was not the Du Ai family, but some other family "The dead fat man has changed". There's a hint of surprise flashing in Isa Mofel's sharp eyes, the fat man now and the same thing just now. The fat man is exactly like two people, and being able to speak so openly about the Duai family proves that the fat man has made up some kind of determination, or that he may have really unintentionally released a "king!"

"This fly. Alensteen looked embarrassed and didn't know what to answer. His eyes hesitantly looked at the fat man and the murderous soldiers around him, although he didn't know what the fat man's identity was, but from the fanatical expressions of the soldiers around him, combined with the large number of mysterious guards who had appeared in the manor,

It is certain that the fat man is definitely a high-ranking general in the Samorian army, and now that the friction between Kyoto and Samor is increasing day by day, Allensteen does not know what the fat man says. Whether it is just to escort himself, or to escort with a large number of troops, that is already the flower of war: only Allensteen is dissatisfied with the conservatives and the royal family, but he does not want to see the beautiful Kyoto destroyed in the war.

"Don't misunderstand!" The fat man looked at Allensteen's hesitant face, knowing that the other party had ambiguity about his words, and said with a hearty smile, "I went to the Kyoto Duai family purely as a private person this time, so naturally it is impossible to bring a large number of troops, please rest assured that Miss!"

"Well," Allensteen blushed. Just nodded slightly, which was a tacit acquiescence to the fat man's request. Itsamoriel beside him glanced at the fat man with disdain, and the meaning was too obvious, "It's too old to coax girls with this kind of trick!"

"Cut, it works!" The fat man's contempt for Isa Moriel, just don't look around, stay with this violent woman for a long time, you know, if everything is more serious. You don't have to live, because you're dealing with a problem. Psychologically and strengtheningly. They are all stubborn women who are absolutely dominant, and you want to defeat her unless you ignore her in the first place

The fat man took the reins from the guards. Waving to the Guards cavalry behind him, he ordered, "Hukochili, you lead the first squadron to me!

The horse's hooves galloped, the vast land retreated sharply in front of him, hundreds of Samol guards guarded around the fat man, two hundred guards cavalry wearing thick armor ran in the front, there was a hundred-man team on the left and right sides, five hundred galloping war horses swept over the Kyoto Plain like a tornado, and the flying horse's hooves made a thunderous sound, attracting the travelers on the side of the road to stop,

The Samors had 20,000 men stationed in the southern suburbs of Kyoto, but most of them were infantry, and this was the first time they had seen a cluster of Samorian cavalry in the southern suburbs, with horses like dragons, and a group of cavalry wearing black armor and carrying short crossbows passed by, bringing a whistling whirlwind. The residents of the southern suburbs of Kyoto had seen such a scene, and their faces turned pale when they arrived, and they thought that war had broken out

"Yes, it's Samor's Guards!" one coachman seemed to notice something from the fleeting cavalry. His mouth was wide open, his fingers trembled slightly, and he pointed to the eye-catching white thorn flower behind the cavalry armor, and shouted in fear

"My lord, let's go like this. Isn't it unsafe!" Hu Keqili saw that the fat man was doing well, and leaned over boldly. Although there is a squadron of cavalry guarding the guard, it is still too thin compared to the 40,000 enemies in Kyoto!"

"No!" the fat man said with a firm face, "Although there are many enemies of our Samor in Kyoto, the royal family is the head of the Juggernaut Yiqiē, and it is not ready to go to war with us at all." If we go with the army, we will force the royal family to go to war with us, and this time I will show all the nobles that I, Samor, am the master of this kingdom!"

Kyoto's majestic castle walls are rapidly expanding, and newly renovated towers reveal black rock masses. Like a black dragon, it surrounds the whole of Kyoto,

"Stop!" the fat man waved his hand, reining in his horse on a hill outside Christopher. In front of you are the newly built section of the castle in Kyoto, which is very different from the last time the fat man came, the thickened and heightened castle is full of holes conducive to spear assassination, and there are more than ten large trebuchet towers in the corners of the city on both sides.

White houses and towering aristocratic buildings abound in the city, layered on top of each other like fish scales, black people dotted down the streets, and horse-drawn carriages shuttled back and forth like schools of fish in the river. In the warm wind, there was a loud noise in the city. Although it is still not very dense overall, it has improved greatly from the dilapidated situation before.

"Hehe! It seems that Kyoto is not exactly a bunch of straw bales" The fat man sneered at the corner of his mouth, and secretly praised it in his heart, but he didn't expect that he had only been away for a month, and Kyoto had held up such a big scene, it seems that the knight competition and the autumn hunt of the mouth moon have indeed restored a lot of popularity in Kyoto.

The fat man rushed down the hill with his cavalry and saw two huge suspension bridges across the side river more than ten meters wide. A team of Kyoto castle guards in leather armor was inspecting, and when they saw a large number of cavalry rushing in the distance, they immediately panicked, and some even forgot their duties to guard the suspension bridge, turned around and ran back,

These are all recruits who have been recruited in recent months and have never been on the battlefield. I've never seen blood. There was a way to block the power of the horse's charge, and the heavy Supor horse nearly two meters tall was like a legendary man-eating beast to them. The sound of heavy horses' hooves was like a ringing urge, and a dozen soldiers who didn't have time to run simply squatted on the ground, their faces pale and speechless. "Step" A Samar Guards cavalry was the first to step onto the drawbridge, and the front hooves of the war horse were raised high. The scabbard in his hand emitted a cold light, and a sharp Samore guard's war knife hung low, and the sharp murderous aura made several city guards tremble in fright, "Who is the city guard officer here!"