"What's the situation?"

Marquis Harrison was scared by the sound of killing like rolling thunder. When his personal guard captain was blown into his head by a tall cold-land man with a mace, and his blood mixed with brains exploded, Marquis Harrison's drunkenness completely turned into sweat beads on his forehead. He could not figure out who it was, and would think of sneak attack on Xiaoshi Castle. As the retreat path of Feshan's 300,000 main force, Xiaoshi Castle is definitely the top priority in strategic positions, but on the other hand, the main force of Feshan's 300,000 main force can easily crush the enemy attacking Xiaoshi Castle! So Xiaoshi Castle is as solid as a soup, but the other party just touched it.

"There are too many enemies, sir!" The adjutant tried his best to pull the completely frightened Mars back. The cold warrior's extremely violent melee ability defeated the light infantry of Fei Shan step by step. The sword light and sword shadows, and the blood was like a splash of water that suddenly exploded. The sword sword of Fei Shan's soldier's long sword slashed heavily on the armor on the shoulders of the cold warrior, and a dazzling spark slipped out. Three or four spears pierced through the chest of the cold warrior. The blood flew to the back and dyed blood. However, the cold warrior was able to throw out the mace in his hand and smash the head of the Marquis Harrison's guard captain. This was simply too fierce.

"Clang! Clang!" The bell on the fortress tower knocked the sky and the earth, and several torches were thrown from the top of the city.

"Note, the archer prepares "Feshan archer raised his bow, and the bright light of the torch immediately illuminated the uncountable cold warriors on the city wall like ants climbing candy. The Feishan archer on the fortress had no idea which one to shoot. There were too many enemies. The archer released the bowstring in panic, and the arrows flew away, as if they were buried in this sea of ​​people.

The cold-land warriors who rushed into the city wall were slaughtering the Feshan people. Feishan's army had only 3,000 people. Facing the raid from tens of thousands of the most elite cold-land warriors, the queue was beaten and cried. They woke up from their sleepiness, picked up their weapons and ran towards the city wall, their eyes full of enemies from unknown places, and swords were everywhere. The enemies were tall and strong like bears in the mountains. The fierce weapons in their hands were invincible. They swept hard, and even the shield could be broken north. The soldiers behind turned around and fell from a high place. There were not many people on the city wall.

The weather was cold. The soldiers all avoided the fire. Suddenly they encountered an attack, and they could react. When they shivered and picked up the weapon, the city wall had been controlled by most of them and rushed forward! Retrieve the city wall. "Marquis Harrison was in a mess, his eyes were red in anger. He looked at his subordinates who were driven down. He lost the small stone fort, and no matter whether the army returned or not, he would be punished by death and he would not care about any safety first.

Picking up a knight sword and rushing up with the soldiers who had retreated. The Handi warrior's mace smashed down with blood. The soldiers of Feishan who were head-on were like two waves rushing towards each other. They stirred up countless splashes of waves, and the swords and guns of fighting splashed bloody sparks! Under heavy pressure, they were put on the ground. The blood was muddy under their feet. The Little Stone Fortress, the three thousand loose defenders rushed down. The Handi warriors were beaten to pieces in an hour.

The closed door of the "Ticticaca" Xiaoshi Fortress opened from the inside to the outside, and Besukaya drove the war horse forward, and the cold wind swept over her face, and blood filled her body.

"His Royal Highness, our army has already won the target!"

A middle-aged cold-land man wearing heavy armor and stout body knelt on one knee on the road at the entrance of the door. Thousands of cold-land soldiers knelt on one knee on the same neatly on both sides from the city gate to the center. The torches were faintly blown by the night wind. From the door, there were corpses all over the ground. It can be seen that the Feshan people fought desperately here. The maces of many cold-land soldiers were still bloody and fuzzy. These maces were now placed flat on the ground by the soldiers, and everyone's faces were full of piety.

"Captain Luxor, please get up, there is no need to do this!" Besukaya rode a pure white horse with a look of at a loss at a glance at the middle-aged man. Luxor is the leader of the Rasul tribe in Handi, and is also the leader of the six Handi tribes who came to respond to the imperial call. In terms of identity, the other party is not worse than himself. In the north, he is also a hero. Among the 30,000 Handi Army, 6,000 of them are Rasul warriors. These are the real elites of the tribe and the backbone of the 30,000 Handi Army.

"I would like to ask Your Highness to take back the title I just said." Luxor's eyes were a little shrewd and said with a wry smile, "Did Your Highness forget that just last month, my Rasul tribe had already joined the agreement of the Besu tribe? Now Luxor is no longer the patriarch, but an elder of the Besu tribe. It is necessary to give this gift to Your Highness. Thanks to Your Highness, this time, my Rasul tribe can enjoy the opportunity to build a city in the north of Obaro like the Besu tribe. It may be just a matter of one word for Your Highness, but for Your Highness, this is definitely not inferior to the grace of the tribe's rebirth! "

"Elder Luxor is so serious, I just did what a northerner should do. If possible, who doesn't want their tribesmen to live in a peaceful place"

Beshukaya smiled and came down from the war horse and personally helped Luxor up. The addition of the Luxor tribe into the Beshu tribe is the most sensational event this year. The Rashu tribe itself is a large tribe in the cold land. The population of the whole tribe is more than 90,000, of which 30,000 can be fought against the young and strong. Such troops are definitely a major force in controlling one side in the cold land. The territory of the Rashu tribe is also considered to be north in the cold land. It borders the Dong'erites in the extremely cold land. It has always been regarded as a barrier to resist the Dong'erites. Since the support of the empire, its strength has suddenly increased, attracting the surrender of many small tribes. However, a large tribe like Sural is unique. This is regarded as the sign that the Beshu tribe has truly become the first tribe in the cold land. It absorbs the Beisu population of the Rashu tribe exceeds 300,000 in one fell swoop, almost three-fifths of the population of the entire cold land.

"Peaceful Land?" Luxor said excitedly, "For us who open our eyes and see the cold wind of the boundless ice field, can there be a peaceful land there? For tribal food, we need to fight with the beasts on the ice field, and for tribal survival, we need to fight against the enemy, but even so, a large number of people will die every winter, and if you want peace, you must leave the ice field. I know that the princess is very clear about the purpose of our clan's refugee, which is to move to move. I originally thought the princess would refuse, but the princess's magnanimity made us admire him. Not only did we allow our clan to trade in the inland like the Bessu tribe, but we also gave us one of the three powers to build cities in the north of Obarro. From that moment on, I, Rasour tribe, was the loyal subordinate of His Highness of the Princess!"

"What did you hear?"

Besukaya's hand trembled slightly, and his slender eyes flashed with a trace of depth. Luxor said that the Rasul tribe would be loyal to himself, not loyal to the Besu. This is a problem. He is the princess of the Besu tribe, but with the expansion of the Besu tribe and the continuous absorption of the new tribe, the Besu tribe is no longer as single as before.

The leaders of the tribes absorbed automatically become elders. When the princess was not around, the affairs of the Besu people were decided according to the elders' discussions. There were too many elders, so there were naturally problems for the interests of their respective tribes. For example, when they left this time, the elders of the Besu people vaguely hinted that they were. The Besu people are becoming more and more populous, and the affairs are becoming more and more. Just a great elder is no longer able to control them. Therefore, the Elders want to set up more elders in affairs. In fact, to put it bluntly, they want to undermine the power of the Prince and offer the Princess Besukaya high. The real power is controlled by the elders.

"It's nothing, but I really can't see what some people do. If you feed them, you should bite your master's wolf and kill him early!" Luxor looked a little ferocious on his face and whispered, "As long as the princess says, I, the Sular tribe, are willing to drive the princess forward!"

"The north just now, let's wait and see!" Besukaya sighed, "I know you are a famous hero in the north. Because it was proposed by the great elder, Besukaya did not refuse. The elders' idea of ​​undermining me is not wrong. I am not on the ice field for many years. Whoever has this idea after a long time has been going on it."

"In fact, Besukaya himself didn't care about the power of the Besu people. After seeing the vastness of the sky, who would care about the splendor of the clouds? Besukaya's ideal has always been in the north, not the Besu people. We have been under the Duozhe family. Influenced by the Duozhe theory, Besukaya also wanted to see if this kind of Presbyterian Church, which was similar to the initial parliamentary system, could this kind of Presbyterian Church be implemented in the cold north?

"And the situation in the north is getting worse and worse. The news from the north is worrying. The people of Dong'ere may be heading south again."

Luxor said, "I heard that it was not for expansion, but for escape. Some refugees who ran from the East Ireland area brought panic news. The Deere Sea, which was regarded as the Holy Sea by the East Ireland people, freezed. And in the most unlikely June, the East Ireland people were frightened. This is a precursor to the arrival of the 300-year-old Great Cold Tide. Under the Great Cold Tide, the legend that everything dies is also heard from a young age. I heard that there will be a Great Cold Tide every three hundred years. At that time, the weather will become colder, and all water will turn into ice. Even the Austin Sea is the same. At that time, only tribes that migrate to the south will have a chance to survive."

"So we don't have time to have civil strife! They want to give it a try, and they have to stop the Dong'erai people first and then say, "Besukaya quickly turned over his war horse and galloped past with more than a dozen subordinates.

"Class leader, do you say that the princess really doesn't care at all?" A young soldier kneeling on the ground came to Luxor, who was thinking about something, and whispered

"Have you seen the vastness of the sky, but still cared about the splendor of a cloud?"

Luxor gave him a blank look, muttering to himself, revealing a sudden feeling, "Yes, Your Highness, the Queen of the King is a disciple of the Falcon Emperor. Even if you don't go back to the North, you will be first-class in the Empire. Only the buns of locals in the North will pay so much attention to that little bit of power. As long as you rely on the Falcon Emperor, the control of the King of the North will be firmly in your hands. When the cold wave comes, the power of life and death will be in the hands of the Queen of the King. The guys of the Beisu tribe are just clowns. The Queen of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King

I originally wrote 4,000 words, but I didn't do it properly, so I rushed 3,000 overnight. Oh... I'm ugly in luck (to be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!
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