The person who praised the new two-wheeled carriage was the Little Lion.

When Pierre heard the little lion's voice, he felt a headache.

Because the little lion had been entangled with him all the way, he said all the good things to exchange for a new carriage and brought it back to Chihebu.

Pierre refused repeatedly, but the little lion refused to give up and continued to slap.

And Pierre had no other way except to hide.

Just because the other party's identity is too special, he is not only Bai Shi's younger brother, the first heir to the "Khan" of Chihe tribe, but also the shareholder of the caravan, and the "cargo owner" of nearly half of the goods that Pierre escorted at this moment.

What's even more terrible is that the other party had a close relationship with Lord Winters Montane, and this time he went to Xinken Land as an envoy.

Pierre cannot neglect his feelings and reason, so he can only hide.

But if you hide, there will always be times when you can't hide, such as now.

Pierre could only bear the headache.

"What a good horse! Lord Yahatch." Pierre squeezed out a smile, commented perfunctorily but politely: "Whether hooves, legs, and fur..."

"That's natural! Looking at the tribes, this is also one of the best horses." The little lion pulled the reins, circled around in place, showed the dark horse under him at all angles, and boasted: "Even if it's the white horse that Winters took away from my brother, it's not much different."

When Pierre's eyelids jumped up when he heard the little lion calling him the name of the centurion.

But the other party's words still successfully attracted his attention.

After carefully examining the dark horse, Pierre couldn't help but exclaim: "It's indeed a good horse."

"Can you still lie to you? You don't know how much effort it took to get this black red black." The little lion patted the black horse's neck, showing a painful look on his face: "If you want it, just take it away."

When Pierre, who was obviously very moved, immediately refused without any nostalgia when he heard this: "I am just a soldier of Lord Montane, and I don't even have the rank of an officer, so I can't afford such a magical war horse."

The little lion knew that this time had failed again, but he still joked: "Why can't you afford it? Just exchange the car. If you think it's too bad to treat me, you'll get two."

"Those two-wheeled carriages were tried and tested by you, not my private property, so I have no right to control them. The carriages are only temporarily handed over to the transport team for trial, so I have no right to allocate them..."

"Ha, I don't believe it." The little lion laughed.

Pierre spoke in a word and turned to another set of rhetoric: "You are Nayan of the Chihebu, why should you care about this small car? The one you don't lack in the most in the Great Wilderness is the Lele car, right?"

The little lion answered openly: "When you see a good thing, you will be like this if you want it."

"People should know how to restrain desire." Pierre instinctively retorted: "Desire is the gift of the devil. Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden if they failed to restrain desire and ate the forbidden fruit."

The little lion looked Pierre up and down, and his eyes made Pierre feel uncomfortable.

Just when Pierre was trying to find an excuse to say goodbye, the little lion pretended to be surprised: "Then you already have a new land, why do you still want a new land?"

Pierre became alert in an instant: "Wi Xin Cultivation Land? What is the outer Cultivation Land? Lord Yahatch, who told you?"

"No one should tell me, I am not deaf, not blind, and not stupid. Besides, how can I hide such a big thing? Sooner or later, all tribes know it."

"Your Excellency never thought of hiding it, but this matter has not yet been concluded and needs to be submitted to the National Assembly for approval..."

The little lion waved his hand disregardly: "I don't understand what you said, but I understand 'the mountains and winter'. Since he pulled out the bow, he would definitely shoot an arrow. And he had already pulled the bow open. I thought, you were thinking like this. Why do you have to waste your spit?

"Why would you say it happily and clearly, why do you have new land to go abroad with new land?"

Pierre was silent for a moment: "The new land needs a barrier."

“‘No Man’s Land’ is a barrier.”

Pierre was silent for a moment: "After the Battle of Blood Mud, the tribes in the South Bank were reshuffled, and many Hudd people fled into the 'no man's land'. You had to find a way to accommodate them and set up an institution to manage them."

"You can also not shelter fugitives."

"No matter what, the land we want does not originally belong to any tribe. We only need the land that originally belonged to the 'no man's land'."

"Ha." The little lion responded casually: "You said the same thing last time.

"You said the same thing last time.

"You said that last time you did."

Pierre was completely silent.

The little lion shrugged indifferently and spread his hands and said, "So, no matter how you say it, the children of all tribes will not believe it. The children of all tribes will only believe that, 'The army of two legs is coming again' and will capture the children of all tribes to be slaves again."

"Please believe that, Lord Yahatch, we have no intention of restarting the war, nor do we want to reopen the war with Hed's tribes." Pierre immediately made a solemn explanation.

The little lion nodded, as sincere as Pierre praised his horse.

Pierre had nothing to say.

"That's why I want to ask you," the little lion glanced at the commander of the outer new reclamation area, "See if you know - why Winters Montane wants to take the outer new reclamation area?"

Pierre didn't know how to answer, but he could only give one answer, that is, "Please ask Lord Montagne in person."

However, the commander of the foreign new land was unwilling to answer this, because it was tantamount to admit defeat to the Chihe tribe's special envoy.

The little lion was not in a hurry and continued to ride side by side with Pierre, waiting for Winters' subordinates to speak freely.

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, a wisp of white smoke rose from the front of the convoy.

Although the smoke was blown away by the strong wind in the wasteland before it drifted far higher, it was enough for the people behind the convoy to notice it.

Pierre and the Lion Lion also saw Baiyan.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Enemy attack?" The little lion was a little surprised.

"White smoke, no guns are fired, not enemy attacks, but messengers," thought Pierre.

But he did not explain the signal of the Iron Peak County Army to the Hudders, but simply told the Little Lion: "I have to go and take a look ahead, Lord Yahatch."

After saying that, Pierre said goodbye to the Chihe Special Envoy, whipped his horse, and galloped towards the convoy ahead.

Of course, Pierre would not admit the wrong signal. It was not the enemy who came to the caravan, but the messenger, and a messenger that Pierre unexpectedly expected.

"Why are you here? Vasia?" Pierre was shocked.

"Of course I'm here to find you!" Vahika replied happily, then made a little more formal and informed Pierre: "The centurion wants to see you."

"Your Excellency wants to see me? Now?" Pierre was a little surprised, but he quickly entered the situation and immediately replied: "Yes! I will go back to Fengshi City now and wait for me to arrange the convoy..."

"No need." Vahika said with a smile: "The centurion is in the new land outside."

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[Shovel Lake West Bank]

[Wenduoer's Old Camp]

Pierre, who was rushing back to the old camp of the Wendor army, had his instinctive first reaction to doubt whether he had taken the wrong path.

He thought about it hard and made sure he was right.

He looked at Vasia beside him, wanting to see the same doubts on his companion's face.

However, Sergei Molozov's son smirked as usual.

So Pierre looked at the landform around the old camp again - the mound, the grassland, the shovel lake in the distance, and the bare iron peaks still stood alone further away.

However, the scene of the old camp is very different from before.

When Pierre left, the old camp of the Wendor tribe was just a small village surrounded by wooden fences, plus more than twenty felt tents around it.

More than a hundred left-behind men, women, and young men are struggling to maintain the daily operations of the old camp.

They are busy milking, driving sheep, feeding cows, wool, whipping horses, whipping cream, washing wool, squeezing yarn, tanning leather, sewing robes...

In short, from morning to night, there is always endless work to do, and the sound of pounding horse milk comes one after another, so you can't even think of quiet in the camp for a moment.

Put it on the Great Wilderness, it may have been called a lively and prosperous settlement.

However, compared with the settlers' cities, the old camp of the Wenduoer tribe is not worth mentioning at all.

Needless to say, in theory, Fengshi City, which is also the "provincial capital", even Revodan, which is located at the edge of the alliance territory, or even Dusa Village, Langtun Town, Revodan, is far more energetic than the old camp of the Wenduoer tribe.

And being on the Great Wilderness makes the old camp of Wenduoer's army look cold and desolate.

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However, at this moment, the old camp has completely changed.

Pierre rubbed his eyes and carefully looked at the old camp.

The Mu Village is still there, but the ones surrounding it are no longer the pitiful twenty felt tents, but hundreds - no, thousands of felt tents!

The round felt tents bloomed from beside the wooden village to the pond in the distance like morning glory.

The pasture that was originally like a green canvas was also trampled out of the shape of a road by passing animals and carts.

There was a faint cry of animals floating in the distance, probably slaughtering cattle and sheep.

After Pierre left for a few days, the cold and desolate old camp of the Wendor tribe transformed into the Heds ocean.

"Let's go." Vahika greeted Pierre proudly, and pulled him to the center of the felt tent: "The centurion is still waiting for you to return."

The more you go, the louder the music becomes. The sounds of strings, mouth springs and drums are intertwined, and it sounds a bit noisy because they are from different places.

In the open space between the felt tents, people danced and sang around the piles of campfires.

Going further forward, the aroma of barbecue is getting stronger and stronger. It is the aroma of roasting the fat until it melts slightly, and the surface is covered with a thin layer of burnt shell, and the juice is overflowing when the juice is bitten. It suddenly arouses Pierre's hunger and makes his empty stomach rumble.

Pierre swallowed and continued to walk forward, all the way to the gate of the Muzhai.

Among the guards around the fence, Pierre found many familiar faces, not only the light cavalry he had commanded before, but also the faces of Major Seber and the cavalry under Lieutenant Cheryni.

When he entered the door, he met the busy and anxious Bell. As soon as he saw Pierre, he couldn't help but shout:

"You told you not to go, you insist on going, why are you coming back now? The centurion originally wanted you to 'remediate' at this banquet, but as a result... hey, I can only take over."

After saying that, Bell took Pierre's hand and pulled him to rush around the wooden village.

The two of them went straight to the palace tent in the center of the camp.
Chapter completed!