Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 306 Chapter [-] Mountain Dance Silver Snake
snowflake.

General Gullit Gale raised his head, looked at a vast and gloomy sky, and licked the snowflakes that fell on his thick lips.

"It will snow heavily before dawn tomorrow." The stooped old shaman leaned on his crutches, squinted his eyes, and looked at the dim yellow sunset that was gradually sinking on the horizon. "We can't march any more tonight."

General Gale lowered his head and glanced at the old shaman.

The haggard old shaman, who is probably 90 or [-] years old, looks extremely small in front of the tall orc general Qasim Galefeng, who is nearly two and a half meters tall, as if he could be crushed with one hand Muppet.

Until now, General Gullit Gale couldn't figure out why the Grand Commander sent this old man with half a foot in the grave to be the chief shaman in the "Hammer of Purgatory" division;
General Gale even suspected that this old man could not withstand the hardships of a long-distance march, and he might die in the human empire, on the wasteland of the legendary "Soul Breaking Land" where countless bones were buried.

Having said that, General Gullit Gale still dared not show any disrespect to the old shaman.

Because General Gale, who is nearly fifty this year, still remembers the earnest teachings of his father, who was also an officer, when he was a child:
"We orcs, there is no war that can be won without relying on shamans."

Therefore, General Gullit Gale bowed his head humbly to the old shaman and said:

"Master Saki... really can't march in a hurry? When crossing the dust mountain, we have already wasted too much time..."

The old shaman raised his head slightly, looked at the burly Gullit Gale peacefully, and said with a smile:

"No, marching in the dark on a snowy night is not a good thing for children—or do you want the troops to light torches and march forward forcefully, exposing themselves to the sight of human outposts in vain? Children, don't worry, the God of War has taught us, Patience is the most important virtue of a warrior..."

Gullit Liefeng was stunned for a moment, and then nodded to the wise old man sincerely and said:

"The master is right. I will stop the 'Hammer of Purgatory' team now, and we will set up camp at the foot of this mountain of dust tonight."

The old orc shaman named "Saki" chuckled, stood on tiptoe, and reluctantly patted the orc general's elbow.

Gullit Gale was more than four or five times bigger than the old shaman, but Master Saki looked at the federal officer with kind and doting eyes, as if he was looking at his own son.

After saying goodbye to General Gale, Master Saki walked away slowly with the support of two shaman apprentices.

Once night fell and the weather turned cold, the old shaman couldn't stand this kind of torture, so he had to quickly set up a tent and surround the stove to keep warm.

Gullit Gale watched Master Saki go all the way, and then he looked away, called a messenger, and passed on the order for the whole army to stop marching and set up camp on the spot.

Then, Gullit Gale supported the cold and barren rocks of the "Jackcrow Peak" in the Dust Mountain Range with his hands, climbed up a large jagged rock, and looked into the distance.

The towering terrain of "Jackcrow Peak" allowed General Gale to almost have a panoramic view of half of the "Land of Broken Soul" wasteland.

The sky was dim, and the outline of the Soul Breaking Land was also covered with a vague rust color.

As the sun set in the west, in the extremely far north, a faint spot of light that was almost invisible and like a spark lit up.

General Gullit Gale narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the spot of light.

According to intelligence, the human empire has only one settlement named "Frost Maple Ridge" in the entire land of broken souls, and it was just established last year-General Gale knows that the spot of light is there.

According to the original plan of the "Hammer of Purgatory" division, it was supposed to capture this unique human settlement on the wasteland before sunset tomorrow night, and then make repairs on the spot to prepare for crossing the Lionheart River later.

However, the process of crossing the Dust Mountain Range was not smooth. By the time the "Hammer of Purgatory" arrived at Jackdaw Peak on the west side of the mountain range, it was already much later than expected. It was five or six days away—not to mention it was still snowing.

Then just wait, don't worry... General Gullit Gale thought silently, Master Saki was right, "Patience is the most important virtue of a warrior"...

However, General Gale knew in his heart that the human territory called "Frost Maple Ridge" would become the first spoils won by the "Hammer of Purgatory" division after it broke into the territory of the human empire. How could the poor human settlements established on the wasteland be able to withstand the onslaught of tens of thousands of orc warriors?
To be honest, General Gale even felt that crushing such a weak enemy was nothing less than a shame for the true sons and daughters of the God of War;

However, the "Hammer of Purgatory" division really needs to take this poor wasteland territory to test the knife and sacrifice the flag before crossing the Lionheart River.

In order to sneak attack on the human empire as quickly and covertly as possible, the supplies carried by the "Hammer of Purgatory" division are slightly lower than the general standard of the Glorious Federation, and this "Frost Maple Ridge" is just right for the "Hammer of Purgatory" The guys provide some food and grass——a barren wasteland territory, the material reserves must be limited, but the humans living there will undoubtedly become the best barbecue material.

More importantly, the "Hammer of Purgatory" that has stayed in the Federation for a long time before needs to use a hearty killing to stimulate the bloodiness of the orc soldiers-only in this way can they face the battle with more energy. The real challenge of this trip is to cross the Lion Heart River after more than half a month.

Water battles are an eternal pain in the hearts of the federal orcs. Even though they have made sufficient preparations this time, the thought of leading the "Hammer of Purgatory" across the turbulent Mother River of the Empire and the countless battles of General Gullit Gale, There will still be a trace of uneasiness in the heart that cannot be resisted.

So, on that "Frost Maple Ridge", dedicate a real killing feast to the God of War, and let the great God of War grant us real peace of mind.

Thinking of this, General Gale looked away from Shuangfengling, the distant prey, and looked down at the "Hammer of Purgatory" division that was marching.

On the narrow and winding mountain path, countless orc soldiers formed a seemingly endless long line;

At the forefront of this marching line is the wolf cavalry unit that "Hammer of Purgatory" is most proud of - those well-trained tundra wolf mounts have soft foot pads, and can run as fast as a horse on the plain. , nearly sixty kilometers per hour, and the footsteps are as light as a breeze;
At the end of the marching line, the camel carts that were driving hard on the mountain road were loaded with not only grain and grass, but also siege weapon accessories carefully prepared by the Glorious Federation—due to the steep terrain of the Dust Mountains, the orc ballista could not climb over to it. Within the empire, the artisans accompanying the orcs still have the ability to assemble the "flesh and blood disaster" ballista on the spot after arriving in the empire!
In the end, mixed with falling snowflakes, General Gullit Gale saw countless messengers carrying red flags running between the ranks at high speed, passing on the camping instructions just issued by "Master General":

Soon, the former soldiers who have arrived at the foot of the mountain will set up camp, and within two hours, the "Hammer of Purgatory" division with a total of 1 people will end the exhausted march like a machine that runs perfectly , into a brief but comfortable respite on the turf of human hybrids.

What a group of outstanding elite soldiers... They are my children, my father's children, and my grandfather's children... General Gullit Gale thought with a sense of happiness, "Hammer of Purgatory"... This number, held by the Liefeng family for generations, will offer firewood to the holy fire of the God of War. We will be forever recorded in the history of the Haven Continent because we successfully crossed the dusty mountains and raided the human empire with lightning...

From the back of the neck, there was a touch of soft fur.

General Gullit Gale returned his hand and touched his shoulder, only to grab a snow-white wolf fur cloak.

"It's going to snow heavily, keep warm..." When General Gale turned his head, the young orc officer grinned at him with a big mouth full of sharp fangs.

"Marco?" General Gullit Gale froze, looking at his son, "Why did you get here?"

Marco Gale scratched his green bald head and said:

"Captain Kaedwin sees it's going to snow, let me send you a cloak..."

To the surprise of this young military general, his father, Gullit Gale, tore off the wolf fur cloak on his shoulders, and roared loudly:
"Kedwin is a sycophant! And you too! This is the army! If I'm cold, there will be guards to help me, and you, soldier, your job is to stick to your post, not to send your father cloak!"

"But...Father, I..." Marco opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't think of words to argue for a while.

"Soldier! Go back to your post!" General Gullit Gale yelled furiously, "If I see you in a place that shouldn't be there again, I will wait for the military law to serve you!"

The young Marco turned around abruptly, turned his back to his father, and was about to run towards the big team with his head down.

"Wait!" Gullit Gale roared.

"What's wrong..." Marco stopped and stood where he was, but still drooped his head and didn't look back.

"When fighting humans, stand back and don't be shot by arrows or get hurt." The orc general ordered in a deep voice.

Marco Liefeng was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly looked back at his father.

But General Gullit Gale, of the "Hammer of Purgatory" division, never looked at him again. Instead, he stood on a lone rock, staring directly at the dim sunset in the west. Hair, also stained with a little crystal snowflakes.

(End of this chapter)