In the vast northern cold land, the sound of horse hooves hitting hard cold land seemed particularly clear in the quiet and empty space, getting closer and closer. In the shadowy pale, teams of black-armored cavalry swept across the earth like a gust of wind. Under the horse hooves, the broken snow on the ground was rolled up like a white tornado sweeping over the earth.

The war horse jumped to a hill not high in front, and Crimson Erdo saw the target Prabhuka this time

Crimson Erdo carefully and slowly crossed the undulating hills. The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, occasionally mixed with the neighing of war horses and the collision and friction of metal vests.

The black cavalry armor lined up in a long moving black line, shining with a dark luster under the golden glow of the sun. The dense cavalry formation continued to emerge on the high hills. From a distance, it looked like a block suddenly appeared in the black walls in the hilly area.

"Everyone stops moving forward" Crimson Erdo stopped his horse at the top of a hill, and the flag-holding flag raised by the flag-holding officer next to him. The guards behind him strangled the horses on the hills.

The sharp spear in their hands was drooping neatly, shining with a terrifying light like snow. The bursting cold wind passed through their queue. The red tassels on the top of their helmets were blown neatly, just like a dazzling red suddenly appeared.

The chill spreads in the wind, and there is indeed a peaceful and peaceful scene before my eyes.

Dozens of thatched roofs covered with snow, and in the middle is a pavilion that does not look majestic and tall. On the white and white ground, it looks like a mottled gray and white. In the vast northern cold land, it is an inconspicuous small dot. Only the pointed top is faintly visible in the white mist that has not yet completely dissipated.

The area in front of you is like a big map, dotted with shepherd's sheep pens, docked on the fishing nets by the river, the hillside is covered with snowy forests, and occasionally you can see the shadows of small animals jumping around. Although this is an frozen world, there is a life injected into people's hearts on this nearly colored wasteland.

Prabka Town was originally just a village with a population of less than a dozen households. Because it is located on the road from the cold north to the extreme circle, there are more and more migrating people, and finally formed Prabka Town, which now has more than 700 people. The entire town is located in this rolling hilly cold land. The road extending from Andrad is divided into three turns, extending towards the widening northern region.

No one knows where these roads lead, even the map of the cold land in the north is not stated, because it is a forbidden zone for life, and the polar regions are bounded. There are very few races who once lived there, including the Dong'erai people.

"Sir, do we want to clean up here?" A guard cavalry captain ran over and asked Feihong Erdo carefully. The so-called cleaning is to gather all the people in the town into several houses and be kept in tightly. Of course, the more cruel way is to kill them all, so that they can avoid shocking the snake due to the chaos of the villagers, exposing the target, resulting in failure of the action

"No hurry, it's still a bit early to take action now. If something goes wrong, we will be in trouble." Crimson Erdo looked up at the sky and shook his head slowly at the captain of the guards.

"Order everyone to rest on the spot for an hour to maintain their energy to fight." Feihong Erdo waved to the cavalry behind him. The 500 guards cavalry turned over and dismounted. The uniform movements all showed that these were real elites. They began to clean up their equipment or remove some extra things from the war horses, because after running for half a night, even the best war horses were covered with sweat.

"Why, are you hesitating?" A thin figure leaned over in the rest and asked with a hint of a hint of wryness. This was a young knight with chestnut hair. Judging from the marks on his armor and shoulders, it was a squadron leader. He was the rank of Rulas who was hastily transferred from the Southern Army.

"What nonsense? Didn't you see that everyone is tired? Forced combat will only lead to fatigue and unable to catch the real target." Regarding the jokes of this old partner, Feihong Erdo glared at him with a serious expression on his face.

"Nonsense" Do you think I can't see it? If it were the past, you would definitely order the area to be cleaned immediately without hesitation, instead of resting in a bullshit way. You used to be shining when you heard about war."

Rulas seemed to have no intention of letting go of him, took off the helmet on his head, and said with some concern, "Don't forget, you are now a sinister, and a good leader of the flag team fell to such a position,

"What the hell do you want to say?" Feihong Erdo's face changed slightly, and he glared at his bad friend,

"It's useless to stare at me. It's almost 20 years since I was a child. You just stick your butt out, and I know what color of shit you want to pull." Rulas said unscrupulously under the glare of Crimson Aldo.

"Do you know, because your list involves many people, Russeanvik, Bilakan, and many others know that when I was transferred to your adjutant, they all entrusted me to beat you up. Finally, I came and saw that your life was not easy. Forget it, a guy without fighting spirit, beating you will only waste my energy."

"Are they okay now?" Hearing the series of names mentioned by Rulas, Firro's lips smiled helplessly and said, "I know they will hate me, but they are all elites in Ruo German army. When I provided that list, I also thought about whether to write these people on it, but in the end I decided to write them on it because these people should not be ordinary, they should not sink into ordinary and mediocrity,

Rude failed, but Rude soldiers should not fail. They are the best soldiers in the world, tenacity, loyalty, and brave. Such Rude soldiers should not disappear with the years. Even if they hate me, I still hope that they can represent Rude people and support a sky in the empire.

"You, you always like to be self-righteous," Rulas said, "Do you think I can't see it? The Wikia Falcon does value you very much, but for some reason, you don't seem to be willing to bear this respect. Even major events like the Snow Night Battle can get lost. If you were the same as before, you were looking for death. I'm afraid that no matter how many people protect you, you would have been chopped off by His Majesty Yagrolk.

"I don't know this either." Feihong Erdo smiled helplessly. Of course, he knew why the Wikia Falcon didn't kill him. After all, he was also a hidden brother-in-law. Although Feihong Erdo extremely disagrees with his sister Feihong Rui and Wikia Falcon, is this useful? He knows his willful sister very well.

Maybe they have a quarrel with the Wikia Falcon because of a momentary aura, but they will definitely not last long. After all, my sister secretly likes the Wikia Falcon for a long time.

It's just a matter of time before dry firewood hits fire, and no one can stop it.

Looking at the bad friend in front of him who was full of wrinkles and like a dog skin plaster, Cyrillo was extremely helpless. He couldn't say that he had a nepotism behind him. That was too embarrassing. He could only blush with a frustration, but he couldn't say it.

"But I'm curious, why are you so sure that Sloaris will definitely escape from this road." Rulas touched his chin that had no hair,

"I don't know either. The order I received was to bring 500 guard cavalry here to intercept him and kill him. I don't know anything else." Fierce Red Oldo shook his head with a serious expression and said slowly, "I used to think that war is war, a confrontation between iron and blood life and life, and a contest between warriors. Even if it occasionally affects others, it is for the needs of war.

But the Battle of Wikia completely changed my view. The war actually decided the outcome before the war started. It was just that some people saw this, while most people were still ignorant.

War is not a brilliant scene worth promoting, nor is it a heroic epic war that makes people excited about blood. It is a broken town with fire everywhere. It is a ruined wall with charred and smelly corpses. It is a night when the wind is swept by the surging flames that dye the whole sky bloody. It is a group of trembling adults and filial puppets tightly under the bloody swords and guns. It is because there are too many corpses and the rivers that flow to are blocked and flowing. It is a group of people who are fleeing in a hurry after leaving their hometowns.

The more Crimson Erdo said, he became more and more excited. He clenched his fists together, his voice stopped, and he took a deep breath before saying, "I began to hate war. The war in my mind is not killing and blood, not calculating and conspiracy, but another thing, something that can make people fight for without hesitation."

"You mean, just like you used to, the stupid behavior of rushing into the Falcon Army alone to fight the Wikia Falcon alone?" Rulas looked at him with bright eyes, like looking at someone he didn't know. "I've always been curious about how a guy like you lived until now, and the Wikia Falcon didn't kill you.

Rulas seemed to have thought of something, and his voice stopped. He looked around mysteriously, and then murmured in a low voice, "I don't know what the Wikia Falcon thought, just like last time, the lies like getting lost in the snow did not hold you accountable. According to the rules, even if you were not killed, it shouldn't be just a matter of dismissal. There are very problems here."

Rulas blinked at Crimson Aldo with some point of view.

"Oh, why, do you want to see me die so much? Even if I die, you can't get promoted." Feihong Erdo was a little angry,

Of course, Rulas didn't know what he was thinking, and thought he had guessed it. He smiled and said with a conceited look on his lips, "This is not impossible. After all, I am a famous ghost general. In terms of fame, I am not inferior to you, and I am suppressed by you, which is very aggrieved."

"You want to be promoted, do you? Come on, bring my sword and cut off the head of Sloaris, and I promise you will be promoted immediately."

Crimson Erdo handed over his sword

"Just kidding, I'll save you from using such a sword." Rulas looked at the sword handed over and shook his hand quickly.

He said with a lazy look, "You also know that I have not even passed the qualification for a Level 2 Warrior. If you ask me to go up and kill people, it would be better to let you cut them with one knife."

At this moment, a faint sound of hoofs sounded in the wilderness in the distance, and a group of black dots appeared in the distance.

"Get on the horse and prepare for battle"

Crimson Erdo quickly stepped on his horse and shouted to the cavalrymen who were resting behind him.

"Breaking" Five hundred guards cavalry turned over and horses, and the silence contained an incomparable momentum, just like a shining sharp sword that began to reveal its hideous edge to be continued)

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