(I went out in the afternoon, but I didn't expect that I would come back until very late.

Sorry, this chapter is updated late.

Although it is already two o'clock in the middle of the night, fortunately I still wrote it out and updated it.

Sorry, it's even later today~~

This chapter is on the 27th, and there will be updates during the day!)

Chapter 524 [Our Land!]

"Huh! Huh!!"

The rider on the horse was shouting and the cavalry team ran over the wilderness in the northwest.

The hundreds of riders did not arrange any formation, but instead showed an umbrella-shaped distribution, galloping randomly in the wilderness.

From the perspective of formation, this is the typical grassland cavalry. If it were Roland's army, it would definitely follow the cavalry's marching formation.

Only those who are used to riding on the grassland under the blue sky will ride like this.

These grassland cavalry came from the east, as if they were about to rush to the end of the sky in one breath, as if there was no longer anything on this earth that could stop them.

In fact, they might think so in their hearts.

When a winding river gradually appeared in the current vision, the grassland cavalry became obviously excited, and the shouting sound became even more exciting and powerful. The horse's hooves were spreading rapidly, splashing the soil.

"Lengkol!Lengkol!Lengkol River!"

"It's the Lengkor River!!"

When the grassland cavalry ran to this not-wide river, everyone seemed to scream excitedly. Some grassland cavalry even pulled open their clothes regardless of the cold weather, exposing their chests covered with breasts to the cold wind. They let out a roar like a wolf howl.

"Lengkol!! We've seen Lengkol!!"

...

Lengol River.

This is obviously a grassland name.

The river in front of you is winding, and the upper flow in the distance flows from Mount Kilimaro. Looking at the north and south here, it divides the northwest land into a dividing line.

According to the official name of the Roland Empire, this river has an official name, called "Rova River".

As the name suggests, this river is an important dividing line in the northwest of the Roland Empire.

Cross this river. To the west, it is the territory of the Tulips, and to the east, it is the area of ​​the city of Rova under the Imperial Noiren province.

In other words, when these hundreds of grassland cavalry arrived at this river, it means that they had already penetrated the Tulips' territory and arrived at the easternmost place!

Crossing this river, even if you walk out of the Tulips' territory and enter the empire's jurisdiction: Nourin Province!

Just a few months ago, the Duchess of the Tulip family led three thousand personal guards and cavalry. After crossing here, he scared away the Thunder Whip's army and rushed to the northwest fortress to quell the rebellion!

Just a hundred years ago, the formerly prominent Northwest Legion of the Roland Empire was located on the east side of this river!

Just over three hundred years ago, the Roland Empire was in chaos and the grassland people invaded, and they once crossed this river and pointed directly at the empire's belly. That time, the Roland Empire almost destroyed, resulting in the rise of the Augustine Dynasty and the opening of the legendary story of the Roland family!

Just one thousand and one hundred years ago, the founding emperor of the Roland Empire defeated the last resistance force entrenched in the northwest here, and finally unified the continent and created the great Roland Empire!

The country has lived to this day!!

For the grassland people, this river is engraved in their hearts. They have fought here and made the entire northwest region of the Roland Empire ravage under their iron hooves.

For the grassland people, this river means glory, legend, and... tragic!

...

In winter, the flow of the Roa River has become extremely slow, and due to heavy snow, the river surface has already formed a thick layer of ice.

Occasionally, in the middle of the night, I can hear the sound of ice cracking.

The group of grassland cavalry rushed to the river and jumped off their horses. Excited grassland people rushed to the river, and even knelt on the riverside, trying to scoop water. Looking at the thick ice, the grassland people pulled out their scimitars and chopped on the ice. Some grassland people even wanted to use their heads to smash the ice!

Break the ice!

Breaking the ice!!

Drink this Lengkor River!!!

When we came here, it means that they have achieved the great achievements that their ancestors had done hundreds of years ago!!

The land in the entire northwest region was trampled behind him!!

The grassland people were shouting here, and suddenly, the grassland people shouted loudly: "Roland people! Roland people!!"

The grassland cavalry raised their heads and saw a cavalry team of Roland Empire turning from a short hillside.

This team of cavalrymen was not large, only about a hundred cavalrymen.

All the hundreds of horsemen were wearing the standard Thor's Whip's cavalry outfit: leather armor for winter, lined with cotton robe, linen shirt, axe gun, and short bow.

The quiver hanging on the saddle kept colliding on the saddle as the cavalry moved slowly, making a clicking sound.

The Roland cavalry looked at each other coldly across the Rova River.

The cavalry's eyes were cold and fierce!

The grassland cavalry on the other side were clamoring, while the cavalry of Thunder Whip here remained silent. They lined up about 30 meters by the river.

Both sides seemed to have a tacit understanding. They did not take out bows and arrows to shoot at each other, but looked at each other through this not-wide river.

The silence of the Roland cavalry seemed to inspire the pride and ferocity of the grassland people, and they shouted loudly.

"Let's go!"

The captain of the cavalry waved his hand.

The cavalry in the team took back their fierce eyes, lined up without saying a word, then circled the river bank, and turned toward the east.

The young cavalry who landed at the end seemed to have deliberately clamped the saddle with his legs. When the horse was trotting, he suddenly bent down and did a difficult riding movement. He leaned down from the left side of the saddle with agility. He reached out and grabbed a handful of soil from the ground!

The cavalry turned around and stared at the grassland aliens on the other side, and stuffed the soil into their arms.

The soil was cold, but it seemed to stimulate his chest, and his heart became more and more intense!

This is!!

Ours!!

land!!

...

The sharp whistle alarmed the resting cavalry.

The cavalrymen who were used to training jumped up one after another. Someone had already rushed to the second floor of the fortress and looked out from the window.

"Orc! Orc!!"

With the shouting of the lookout, Montoya had rushed up and looked north. On the snow, there were dense black spots squirming, just like ants.

Montoya picked up the monocular and looked north.

In his sight, he could even see the ugly orc warrior's face, sharp fangs, blood-red eyes, and white heat sprayed from his nostrils!

"The number of people exceeds three hundred!"

Montoya made a judgment immediately.

The orcs were coming towards this fortress. They did not run fast, and the distance was only about three hundred meters.

Montoya knew very well that the orcs were running fast now, but this was not the orcs’ real speed.

Obviously, these orcs are not wild robbers. They know how to fight very well.

They are just approaching now, not running with all their might, just to keep their strength, and after getting close at equal distances, they can still have the energy to sprint.

"First team! Go to the fortress! Second team. Row the double row and head north!"

"Take the bow!!! Get it ready!"

Montoya's majestic roar was circulating inside and outside the fortress.

The cavalry had already entered the battle position one after another.

More than twenty people have already rushed to the top of the fortress, standing on all the platforms, pallets and lookouts.

The bow was ready, and the reserve team began to talk nervously and orderly about quivering up one by one.

Outside the fortress, one hundred cavalry had been divided into two teams in front and back. They hid in the outer low wall under the fortress.

Some experienced soldiers had already pulled out arrows from the quiver one by one and inserted them into the snow in front of them.

"Spikeman! The third team of spearmen! Arrange!!"

"Bow and arrow preparation! Kneeling style in front row!! Back row upward style in back row!!"

"The lookout is in place!!"

"Observe the wind direction!!"

"Flagbearer!!"
To be continued...