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Beddy stared at the distant gunpowder in a daze.

Every wisp of ashes floating in the wind is a village or tribe that has suffered from war.

The countries in the southern borders really started to invade Palotusbi on a large scale.

Almost all the ancient roads to the north of the permafrost wall suffered a devastating blow.

The armies of empires and city-states poured into the north like a tidal wave.

Bedi had heard stories of massacres on his wanderings before he joined Thornton Kaya.

What will the ferocious Heili cavalry do?
Bedi escaped at this time, but everyone else in Santon Kaya remained on the battlefield!

Meng did not garrison the northern battlefield.

Thornton Kaya Army is an interim commander making decisions.

Bedi lay prone on the horseback, terrified, his back was drenched in sweat, he held his breath and walked around the scattered city-state soldiers on the mountain road.

He had to dispel his fear by talking to himself.

"Why do you insist on not withdrawing? If you go with me..."

If the commander chooses to retreat, more people will survive, but he only let Bedi leave the battlefield.

Because he is cowardly, and cowardly people will be more desperate to survive, and have a greater probability of passing through the danger zone of Qiuming Ancient Road.

"Take the news back to the Horde."

Bedi was indeed, as the commander thought, always in fear.

His steed moved faster and faster.

It seemed that as long as he paused for a moment, those terrible black knights and soldiers with pointed helmets would appear behind him.

what--

The horse tripped over a rock protruding from the ground.

The moment the horse's hooves slipped on the frosty stone surface, his heart stopped suddenly, his scalp went numb, and distracting thoughts were driven out of his mind.

Beddy landed heavily, his ribs seemed to be broken after the labor pains, he screamed and was bitten in his mouth, the severe pain went straight into his head along the torn muscles...

Then he lost consciousness and passed out.

For a while, Beddy woke up briefly because of the severe pain.

But the bloodshot eyes couldn't see the environment at all, and his face was facing down, with his mouth half buried in the mud.

He had a terrible dream: Someone passed by the place where he fell, but thought it was a corpse, did not check his breathing, and finally let him leave the world quietly.

The darkness did not completely fall, and the icy ground began to erode the residual heat of the body.

Bedi went back and forth between coma and sobriety. In a trance, it seemed that he really heard someone passing by here. Many people, even the frozen ground was shaking, bustling conversations, the friction of steel and baggage...

He was lying in the gully unable to move, and even the condensed consciousness would be dissipated in the next moment.

Bedi even suspected that this was his hallucination, maybe the believers of the old gods were on their way to welcome him.

Then he was turned over.

The sunlight is vast white, it doesn't matter, someone is checking their breathing, more people gather around...

Bedi came to life on the shaking chariot.

The shaking wheels crushed on the ice-covered ancient road. Judging from the speed, at least two pack animals were pulling it.

He opened his eyes, his neck seemed to be temporarily immobilized, and looking around, he could see soldiers wiping their sabers in the shadows.

"Look, the brat is awake."

There was a roar of laughter from the cargo box, and the brave spearman with a beard at the front came over.

His thick brass earrings almost touched the tip of Beddy's nose.

"Batley... where am I?" Brady called out his friend's name.

Bartley was more excited than usual. Known for his bravery, he had long since joined the periphery and belonged to the frontline troops against the southern aggression.

He made no secret of his pride and joy.

Because Batley discovered that Bedi, the most timid of his fellow countrymen, actually rode a horse through the dangerous restricted area of ​​the mountain road.

"Haha, if I can dig you out of the soil, it means that you have gained courage on the front line."

He patted Bedi on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't be afraid, we have given you a simple treatment, and the praying man will come to heal you."

The current arms of the Santon Kaya tribe are very messy.

The advantage of this is... There are many people who can treat Bedi's injuries, such as chanters, spiritual warlocks, rock medicine masters, and even witch doctors from the tribal port.

Bartley felt a little strange that Cowardly Brady didn't seem to be getting happier.

He bowed his head.

This time, the thick copper earrings were placed near Beddy's mouth.

Bedi said feebly, "Protect... Thornton Kaya... no... don't... support..."

He brought the news.

……

The Invoker stepped out of the chariot, and he healed Bedi's wounds.

Here is a temporary camp, chariots, bonfires, and hot soup next to the weapon rack.

The road ahead was blocked by an avalanche and seemed to have been bombarded by magic, and Thornton Kaya's heavy cavalry were clearing the obstacle.

The light cavalry spearmen where Batley is, as well as the Thornton Kaya wolf cavalry, crossbowmen, and follow-up troops can rest in place.

After treatment, Bedi was able to fight again, but the huge consumption caused him to fall into a coma and needed a nightmare to relieve.

Batley brought the news to the leader, who then relayed it to the higher-ups.

He finished the hot soup with his friends in the tank.

A scout was dispatched from the front of the team to take Batley there by name.

He rode forward with the familiar seniors of the hunting team. Along the way, there were a lot of luggage and soldiers counting their equipment. "Have all the troops guarding the roads in the south been mobilized?"

The Feilang rider replied: "It's more than that, the garrison of Thornton Kaya has been pulled out."

"So aggressive!"

Bartley was aware of the tense situation.

He knew that Thornton Kaya is now divided into two armies, the north and the south, and the commander is "Heila" who was left behind by the battle banner, that is, the leader of the Thornton Kaya wolf cavalry...

Mongolian.

Bartley lowered his voice, as he did every time he called the boss by name.

He said: "What's the name of Meng and the people in the south? Oh, Bituro, there must be conflicts. How did they unite this time?"

The Flying Wolf rider's brows were always furrowed. Hearing these words, his eyes seemed to be more complicated.

He turned his head, kept the two mounts side by side, and replied: "Meng has not returned to the village... He has been missing since last night, and neither the animal trainer priest nor the fisherman has any clues about him."

Bartley was a little surprised.

Meng is the pillar of the tribe, and his disappearance is a terrible thing.

Batley looked around in horror—the tense atmosphere of the war, the fully equipped tribal warriors, and the orderly marching rhythm.

He couldn't help thinking: Who is calling the shots?
Fu——

Feilang and the war horse stopped at the same time, arriving at their destination.

The doubts in Bartley's heart were immediately answered.

Bituro.

He was sitting on the top of the boulder, maybe it was an illusion, his body seemed to be bigger than usual.

Behind Bitulo was the scene of the avalanche, which hindered the advance. The sand, mud and snow covered the ground for a mile, and it happened to be the widest entrance of the Qiuming Ancient Road. At this time, hundreds of strong shield soldiers were clearing the obstacles.

"I heard you have other suggestions, oh, gossip, from... the battlefield in the north?"

Bitullo's hostility was too strong, and Batley dared not speak, so he could only acquiesce.