Othua's War Banner

Chapter 569 0416: True Blood
Bituro looked back and said "Oh".

Earlier today, until the third patrol bone whistle before dawn, there was still no news of Meng who had been missing all night.

The beast trainer arranged for soldiers to search for it, but news of a battle broke out from the north of Qiuming Ancient Road.

According to the intelligence of the scouts: a city-state army crossed the snow slope overnight and directly collided with the Santon Kaya garrison.

Relying on the prestige of the mountain pass in the south and a group of powerful adjutants, Bituro quickly commanded the tribal army.

He temporarily took the commanding position of Mongolia and led the army northward.

It all fell into place.

The tamers and fishers did not trust Bituro.

But their prestige is mainly concentrated in the internal affairs of the village.

In terms of military affairs, Meng has always been in power. Now that he has disappeared and has not returned, animal trainers and fishers are not enough to shake Bituro's military status.

……

Bartley was a little dazed.

Bituro's cry brought him back to reality.

"Look at me, hey boy, here it is."

Bituro pointed to his bear-like eyes and said.

"It was a brutal fight ahead. Our brothers are being bullied by people from southern Xinjiang. No matter how dangerous it is, we have to help. Do you understand..."

"Ah? Ah, yes."

Bartley had no reason to refute, and he didn't dare to look him in the eyes.

Bituro moved his fingertips away from his eyes, pointed at the young man below, and instructed:
"It's normal for your friend to be scared, but don't spread the news. After all... not everyone is as brave as you."

"Yes, as ordered, boss."

Batley was infected by the rushing blood, and his answer became much firmer.

……

Winter is coming to an end, and the changes in light during the hunting season always fascinate the children of Xueyuan.

When Batley returned to the camp of the outlying troops, it was already dark.

Clusters of bonfires were lit around the mountain road, like snowflakes docked on a dead pine. The prelude to the war had already begun, and the recruits and brave men made conversations, and the veterans were more willing to rest.

The rider who took Bartley to the front sent him back.

"Feilang is so handsome, such a ferocious animal..."

Batley looked at the back of the other party and murmured.

Thornton Kaya wolf cavalry belonged to [Mongolian] direct commander, all the equipment had to be adjusted by Arthur himself, and the hoarfrost mine was chosen.

There is no news from Meng now, and they are temporarily under the command of Bituro.

Fallen Wolf will never betray Thornton Kaya.

Bituro called the team in the name of rushing to help the north, and the wolf cavalry followed, which also convinced the soldiers present.

Bartley goes to the carriage to tend to an unconscious Beddy.

He knew his friend was timid.

If Bedi wakes up and finds that he is still on the battlefield, he will probably collapse.

Batley kept watch until the night was getting dark, but he didn't wait for Bedi to wake up.

He decided to go to the rider who transported the baggage to see if he could rent an idle snow lizard.

Bartley wants the non-combatant laborers to send Bedi back to Thornton Kaya.

He is even willing to spend his own private money for this.

A few magic rough stones exchanged from traders in southern Xinjiang.

Batley made up his mind and left the carriage, but suddenly heard the sound of assembly horns.

"Oh, Mother Winter bless you."

Bartley turned to look at Bedi, and sighed, "You're not lucky enough, brother."

Starlight can be glimpsed in the gaps in the clouds, and the atmosphere of war becomes stronger every time a hunting hour passes.

Bartley was rewarded with a beast after meeting Bituro.

He rode a strong male [Bone Winged Beast], picked up a new battle spear mixed with hoarfrost mine, and rushed to the front with a group of peripheral fighters.

Obstacles in the middle of the trail have been cleared.

The team could smell the scorching smell in the cold night, and from time to time there would be that strange ripple that... after the magic bombing... stings the brain.

Bartley knew his path of aggression into the southern border countries.

There are about thousands of people around him, they are the last details of Santon Kaya, and they are rushing in the shallow snow.

The sound of battle came from the sky, a loud noise like a landslide.

Batley followed the column of bone winged beasts past the crossbowmen and light armored soldiers. Thousands of eyes were staring at the sky, and the dense clouds blackened the starry sky.

Then a stronger smell came from the front...it was blood.

Bartley put on the leather helmet, straightened the steel breastplate, and secretly swallowed while charging with the team.

At the forefront of Thornton Kaya's army was the Feilang cavalry led by Bituro, who was also the first to contact the enemy's troops.

The sound of steel colliding echoed in the arms of the mountains, the frozen soil and rocks were covered with warm blood in the dim light, and the hissing of beasts and monsters sounded like a terrible curse from afar...

Bituro galloped in.

It is estimated that the equipment of the wolf rider is better, Batley thought to himself.

The wolf cavalry is the strongest troop in Thornton Kaya. It is said that they have also received the training of Kenn's battle banner. Everyone in it has been carefully selected. Under the leadership of Meng, they have repelled countless enemies for the village.

Their bravery gave courage to others.

The wolf rider in the hoarfrost mine armor followed Bituro to the hillside, and then separated, submerged, and loomed in the darkness.

Bartley and others realized that:
The dark part in front is not the shadow of mountains at all, but a living person, an intruder who is more ferocious and brutal than wild beasts.

He is an outstanding hunter in the team, and he is also good at riding, so he is the first to come into contact with the enemy.

This is different from looters and robbers.

Bartley killed a Southerner for the first time.

It was a heavy armored soldier standing up from the corpse, with a horn-shaped helmet, and the opponent rushed up before seeing the material clearly. The roar could really deafen people.

Bartley got shorter than his body, and stabbed the spear into the opponent's stomach.

He expected to be able to poke into the ribs, but in fact, the iron spear was caught by the opponent's thick flesh, and the whole person was pushed back by the force of the push back.

Bartley fell from the saddle to the ground, and while rolling, he saw the execution knife of the other party cutting towards his head.

He gritted his teeth, and never let go of his weapon. When he was about to stabilize, he moved half a circle violently, and the heavy slash fell on his back about half a palm away.

Bartley could even feel the vibrations on the ground, especially horrifying and dull vibrations amidst the frequent trampling.

The heat in his chest was boiling, and his body seemed to explode, so he also began to roar.

Bartley turned around, and at the same time sent the bloody spear upwards diagonally.

puff-

A hot, viscous, disgusting liquid spurted out.

Before Bartley had time to draw his weapon, someone else wiped his thigh with a knife.

Not deep, but scary.

He didn't even have a clear look at the enemy who was attacking, when the opponent's head was chopped off by his companion behind him.

In a dazed effort, several arrowheads and steel crossbows grazed his cheeks,
The first arrow is ordinary iron, it is not clear whether it is poisonous or not.

Subsequent arrows are either burning or have a magical trail left behind.

Bartley subconsciously held his breath.

The oppressive feeling of war is now extremely real.

　Happy National Day, long time no see, the old group is gone, the new group number is 934570068
　　
　
(End of this chapter)