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Chapter 1648 Rise (10)

The strange uncle Tie Long, who always had a hippie smile, had an ugly face on a rare occasion, especially when he looked at the fat man with glowing eyes, as if he found a naked beauty in front of him, especially that pair of eyes that glanced at him while touching his stubble, how wretched it was How wretched, seeing the fat man makes my heart shudder.

That playful look seemed to be reminding the fat man: "These people are unlucky bastards who help you in the dark. If you dare to leave them alone, I will tell them that you killed that son of the eagle! Let them Revenge by the Kazakhs!

"What do you mean? Could it be that I killed the Kazakhs wrongly? I don't care what prince he is, as long as he is my enemy, even if he is the king of Kazakhs, my sword will cut it off without hesitation."

The fat man grumbled with his eyes bulging, looking at the horrified Roman Empire soldiers in front of him, the fat man had to feel guilty, if he let these poor children in front of him know that he was being a scapegoat for himself, he would not let his fat body live scratched.

"My lord, Iron Tower Fortress! Iron Tower Fortress,,,,"

Munda, the leader of the hunters sent to investigate, squeezed in from the crowd sweating profusely, his voice hoarse like torn gauze, and the horse under his crotch was breathing heavily in the cold winter night. It almost didn't take Munda's breath away.

"Okay, I already know that the Iron Tower Fortress has fallen, and we are about to face the Kazakhs' revenge offensive. This winter is really fucking cold!" Fatty saw Mengda's face that had changed color from anxiety, and waved regretfully. waved.

Thinking that the Kazakh iron cavalry would blow across his territory like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and snatch all his gold, silver and treasures away, the fat man's heart ached.

"My lord, there is no one in the iron tower fortress! The Kazakhs ran away before even picking up the corpses. The iron tower is now an empty city."

Mengda leaned close to the fat man's ear with a strange expression and whispered, only he and the fat man heard the small news, and this small news was like a thunderclap in the fat man's ears.

"Run, run away?" The fat man looked at Mengda incredulously, until he saw Mengda nodding his head affirmatively, a burst of ecstasy spread in the fat man's heart.

All the defenders of the iron tower ran away, and so did the lords of Satduo, and now even the troublesome Kazakhs ran away. Could it be that I was so shocked that even Lady Luck lifted up her underwear?It's too evil to open the door of the two county leaders to him at once.

"Can't get in?" Fatty was hesitating, sending troops to occupy such a large territory without authorization, the risk is not a little bit.

"A person's death gun is pointed upwards, and he will not die for thousands of years. The big bosses in the north are still too busy to survive. How can they care about making a small fortune for a small country landlord like himself? If you miss this golden opportunity, you will suffer. Damn it!"

The fat man wiped his mouth with his hands, and the saliva flowed out from the momentary excitement just now. He suddenly pulled out his knight spear and pointed in the direction of the iron tower fortress in the distance, shouting: "Everyone follow me, I will Take back the Iron Tower Fortress and let those damned Kazakhs know the bravery of our Roman soldiers!"

Seeing Fatty and his [-] cavalry disappear into the night in a puff of smoke and dust, the bearded Sodras who was crying just now was also stupid. Who are these people? Could it be that he really touched them? On the so-called Justice Superman.

The morning sun pierced through the thick fog, and the bright yellow sun shone on the broken stone wall of the iron tower fortress. Broken swords were scattered on the top of the city, and the dried dark red blood on the female wall exuded a pungent bloody smell.

When the fat man led the team to the Iron Tower Fortress, he did not see the Kazakhs, but saw the morning sun rising from the east. Hundreds of fragmented corpses blocked the entrance of the city gate, and the entire city gate wall was stained with blood from the corpses. dark red.

"What kind of people do you think they are?"

Fatty touched the dry dark blood at the gate of the city with his hands. The brutal fighting at the entrance of the city made people like Fatty feel a little sentimental. , the fat man turned his head with a little emotion and asked the mysterious uncle Tie Long who was accompanying him.

"They have parents, relatives, children, and lovers just like us, but here they are fighters, fighters who fight to the death for their families to survive better."

"Soldiers? Those Kazakhs are also the so-called fighters in your mouth?"

Fatty didn't expect that the mysterious spearman Tie Long would have such an understanding. There are not many people who understand his enemy so strangely, so he couldn't help but stare at Tie Long in surprise.

Pointing to the severely deformed and bloody Kazakh corpses scattered in the corner of the city wall, it can be seen that these Kazakhs whose bodies are severely deformed and almost broken into several sections are to block the sharp arrows for their companions. And desperately jumped on the Roman Empire archers below from the city wall several feet high.

"Yes! They are outstanding fighters."

Tie Long, the spearman, nodded affirmatively under Fatty's astonished eyes, looked at Fatty's puzzled eyes, and said with a sad face: "Last winter, the Kazakh Grassland suffered a severe snowstorm that was rare in a century, and the livestock we kept froze to death." 90.00%, Mordu, which hoards food, is also occupied by the Swedes. If the Kazakhs continue to stay on the grassland, no one can survive the cold grassland winter. The Kazakhs just made a choice, whether to let themselves die or let others die!"

It was the first time that Fatty had heard such an inside story. No wonder the Kazakhs were so fearless this year, sweeping across the northern part of the empire like a gust of fire. It turned out that they had been pushed to the brink of extermination.

"Everyone rush out!"

The fat man thought of the Kazakh commander who fought desperately in the face of desperation, and thought of the Kazakh cavalry on the mountain road who jumped off their horses to open the life channel for their companions.

Zhao Hu muttered: "Yes, everyone must live. If a person dies, everything is empty! Only by living can there be hope."

The torrential rain in early spring hit the northern part of the empire, causing the roads to be muddy, and the Kazakhs who were tossing around had to start to calm down. For the Kazakhs who are the sons of the grassland, rain is the greatest gift from the gods.

Because of the rain, the river can accompany the Kazakh war horses galloping happily. Because of the rain, the Kazakhs can have enough green grass to raise cattle and sheep. Because of the rain, the earth can recover from the long hibernation and leave the prairie for nearly half a year. Kazakhs are starting to get homesick.

The Kazakhs' Southern Expedition, which lasted nearly half a year, defeated the military power in the northern part of the Roman Empire. At the same time, it also made the Kazakhs themselves fall into the muddy swamp like the sudden spring rain. , the paved road to the imperial capital of the Roman Empire came to an abrupt end under the desperate resistance of the Roman Empire.

The Minister of Military Affairs who stayed behind in the imperial capital urgently recruited all men over the age of ten and under the age of 70 in the entire imperial capital to form a 20-strong defense force, relying on the tall and thick walls of the imperial capital to confront the Kazakhs.

These old, weak, sick and disabled city defenders are useless in field battles, but they are very suitable for defending the city. In order to protect their belongings in the imperial capital, these nobles and aristocratic families who usually stand tall on weekdays took out their wealth one after another, not only He raised the city wall of the imperial capital by ten meters, asked the family blacksmiths to forge weapons and armor day and night, and built a family castle in the city, putting on an appearance of swearing to the death.

This made the Kazakhs who came here for food very helpless. The military victory could not completely solve the problems that the Kazakhs needed to solve most. Although the most prosperous towns were in the north, the grain-producing areas of the Roman Empire were in the south. The Kazakhs who had scrapped everything in the north of the Roman Empire suddenly found that they didn't have a lot of money in their hands. This thing can't be eaten.

So a protracted negotiation started in the imperial capital.

"Where is Chaoyang City, and what does this city lord do?" Zhao Hu asked his subordinates around him with the letter of appointment he had just received from the Ministry of Military Affairs full of doubts.

Zhao Hu was promoted, and Zhao Hu's name appeared on the military newspaper sent to the whole country again. This was a reward from the Ministry of Military Affairs for Zhao Hu not only defeated the Kazakh attack, but also took back the Iron Tower Fortress from the Kazakhs.

Zhao Hu was appointed by the Ministry of Military Affairs as the deputy commander of the Imperial Southern Army and the city lord of Chaoyang City.

"Chaoyang City is not far to the west of us, about half a day's journey away, it is the largest city in the southern part of the empire,,,, there is a nightless street that stretches for hundreds of meters,,, known as the city that never sleeps in the south." The strange uncle Tie Long was full of aftertaste Smash it and said.

"My lord, the military newspaper requires us to stick to the iron tower fortress to ensure the stability of the southern part of the empire!" Starn reminded softly.

"Of course, of course, if you don't defend the iron tower fortress, how can those damned Kazakhs run to snatch my Chaoyang City!" Zhao Hu said loudly.

"What is that Southern Legion, and who is its commander? Why don't I know?" Zhao Hu felt uncomfortable when he thought about what kind of shit he was, the deputy commander of the Southern Legion, with a real brand on his head pressing him down.

"The Southern Legion is the army guarding the Iron Tower Fortress of the Empire. It has two 3000-man flag regiments under its jurisdiction, the sixth and eighth. They are mainly responsible for the defense of the South during wartime. The leader of the army is General Saka, who died in the Iron Tower Fortress some time ago. , he is also the lord of the iron tower! He is a very knowledgeable old man, what a pity!"

The strange uncle Tie Long shook his head with a desolate expression. As a soldier, the old Saka who died in the Iron Tower Fortress was much more open and aboveboard than the generals in the north who shirked their responsibilities.

(End of this chapter)