The setting sun was close to the horizon, rendering a large fiery red cloud on the horizon.
The wind is not too strong, but when it blows over the large sand dunes, it will stir up some smoke-like dust. The sand here is very fine and soft. When the war horse steps into it, the horse's legs will sink into it. Every time the war horse moves forward,
Every time he took a step, he had to work very hard to pull the horse's legs out of the fine sand. The leader of the rebel cavalry turned over and dismounted. The horse did not need to bear weight, so it was easier to walk in the sand.
The pursuit target disappeared from sight, and a hint of gloom appeared in the rebel cavalry leader's heart.
Over the years, he has experienced at least nearly a thousand battles, large and small. Many times he has relied on a calm mind to get through difficulties at critical moments. Of course, some of them are considered lucky. In fact, luck is also a part of strength.
His body is covered with various scars, and each scar records a glorious victory. The most dangerous one is the scar on his face. If the swordsman at that time stretched the sword forward more,
One inch, if you take it, your head will probably explode, and that swordsman will be the final winner.
But now he was standing on this sand with his horse intact. In addition to his strength, he also had some luck.
The hard leather armor he wore was made of five layers of one-horned buffalo hide. The orcs on the Pai Plateau mastered this unique leather-making technique. In order to purchase this batch of hard leather armor, at least dozens of rebel soldiers died.
In the mountains at the eastern foot of the Pai Plateau.
The boots were filled with yellow sand, and he didn't want to pour it out.
As long as you step on this big sand dune, your boots will be filled with yellow sand immediately.
The war horses around him neighed in resistance. In such sandy terrain where it was difficult to move even an inch, such a well-trained war horse would instinctively reject it.
The rebel cavalry behind him followed him silently, with a pair of young eyes. His body was very strong, and he could still stride forward in the sand while carrying various supplies.
He had killed many people in his life, and the sharp tip of the spear in his hand was stained with faint traces of blood.
He also killed some kind people, but he never regretted the things he had done.
But in order to survive, if you don’t die, I will die. Of course I can’t die!
They need a local guide. This desolate land is too unfamiliar to northerners like them. Searching aimlessly in such a large land is far less comfortable than having a guide.
Recently, many adventure groups and mercenary groups have appeared in the deserted land. In order to cover up others' eyes, these rebel cavalry can only form small groups and scattered teams, scattered like scattered sand on this land.
The leader of the rebel cavalry did not expect that this knight was so alert. Originally, they wanted to sneak around the stone gate and capture him in one fell swoop. The volcanic ash on the ground almost completely obscured the sound of horse hooves, but the other party still discovered them early.
The first time I chose was to bypass the stone gate and escape into this large sand dune.
The leader of the rebel cavalry looked at the yellow sand on the ground, which was covered with various shallow pits.
He originally thought he could follow the footprints to find it, but now it seemed impossible. He wanted to climb to the highest point of the big sand dune, so that he could see further from a higher place.
The leader of the rebel cavalry looked toward the stone pillar dozens of meters high a few hundred meters away. The stone pillar had experienced countless years and wind and sand, and was covered with carvings. The top of the stone pillar was unusually flat, like a lonely tree standing on the sand table.
Flammulina, the tall stone pillars were empty. He was thinking that if he could climb up a stone pillar, the knight would immediately have nowhere to hide.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Boss, why is that guy missing? Is he hiding with us?" the young rebel behind him said to the leader of the rebel cavalry.
"How many times have I told you to call me captain!" the rebel cavalry leader corrected.
The young rebel is a very strong young man.
He is also a mountain man whose identity is not recognized.
The reason is that his grandmother was a female orc who joined the rebels after being rejected by human society.
He is the new blood in the rebel army and is good at everything.
Young, strong, energetic, obedient and possessing good fighting talent.
But the only thing they don't have is the belief in fighting. They are a group of rebels with faith.
When this group of rebels was founded, they aimed to overthrow the centuries-old dictatorial rule of the Ally family in Sloit.
They wanted to increase the power of the House of Representatives and the Parliament of Sloit Province so that other lords of Sloit Province would have a certain say.
However, this rebellion was eventually messed up. The North Wind Legion, which had always maintained a neutral attitude, became the Allie family's biggest trump card at the most critical moment.
The Ellie family has always controlled the North Wind Legion.
It's just that they concealed it too well, or they were really too low-key.
So much so that everyone thinks that the North Wind Legion is an independent force in Sloit Province. All northerners know that the duty of the North Wind Legion is entirely to defend against the barbarians on the ice and snow tundra in the north. They guard the galloping horses.
The south bank of the river was turned into a Great Wall of flesh and blood in the Northern Territory by the Green Empire people, and it was the backbone of all Northern Territory people.
Now they, a group of rebels, have shown the world the fact that the North Wind Legion has always belonged to the Ellie family. It has been like this since the first Duke of the Ellie family, Xiatun.
Change, even if no one at the top of the North Wind Legion is a member of the Ellie family.
This is probably one of the reasons why the Angibald royal family of the Green Empire has not intervened in the political affairs of the north.
Over the years, the Ellie family has never intermarryed with members of the Angibald royal family, but the ladies of the Ellie family have been canonized as princesses by His Majesty the Green Empire from the moment they were born. This is not without reason.
Now it seems that the Alli family has absolute control over Sloit Province, but they have been running the northern border in a low-key manner.
Knowing how wrong he was at the beginning, the leader of the rebel cavalry also wanted to understand his old father's advice to him. Unfortunately, he was too young and energetic to listen to it at the time, and now he has become a rebel who everyone wants to beat.
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Walking under the big sand dune, he felt a little confused in his heart. He didn't know why he thought of these messy things at this time.
Maybe it was because he had been away from the North for so long that he felt homesick.
The young rebel cavalry was chattering while vigilantly searching for any clues around him.
…
Andrew lurked in the fine sand and heard the conversation between the two rebels.
They led the horses and walked not very fast.
Walking over step by step, their accents were somewhat similar to Captain Surdak's in some places, as if they were accents of certain parts of the Imperial language...
Step by step, twenty steps...fifteen steps...ten steps...five steps...three steps...
Andrew emerged from the dusty yellow sand like a sand man. The yellow sand blocked the sight of the two rebel cavalry. An afterimage from the ax blade split the yellow sand and chopped it down towards the head of the rebel cavalry leader.
The leader of the rebel cavalry hurriedly raised his shield and put his feet in a defensive posture, but did not retreat a step.
The spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting messages, secretly thrusting towards the opponent's lower abdomen, which was often the weakest point of the armor.
But before he could stab the spear in his hand, Andrew's other ax had already hit the tip of the spear. Sparks burst out. The rebel leader was so shocked by the blow that his palms went numb. Almost at the same time, the ax above his head struck him.
Slashing on the knight's shield, the iron sheet on the shield was instantly cut open, and then the hard leather under the iron cover was slashed, and even the iron wood behind was smashed open.
The sharp ax blade cut through the wrist guard on his arm. Although the arm was not severed, the incomparable force instantly made the rebel leader's shield-holding arm lose consciousness.
He staggered and was forced to take two steps back. Andrew let out a loud shout and took a step forward. The double ax in his hand slashed at the rebel leader like a mountain.
The rebel leader complained in his heart.
Knowing that if he could not block the first blow from the opponent's axe-warrior, he would be completely passive and take a beating next time, he had tried his best, but he was still forced to take a step back.
It was impossible for Andrew to give the rebel leader a chance to breathe. The butcher in his hand could split a shield made of pure iron. This light shield had no defensive power. He slashed three axes in a row and killed the rebel leader on his arm.
The knight's light shield was smashed to pieces, and the rebel leader's arm was broken and hung down weakly.
He held a spear in one hand and rolled awkwardly on the sand, avoiding Andrew's pursuit.
When the young rebel cavalry saw that the captain was beaten by the opponent and was unable to fight back, he put his hand into his mouth and whistled loudly, then grabbed his spear and charged towards Andrew.
Andrew's body was always able to avoid the vital points of his body at the most critical moment, using his solid full-coverage armor to block the sharp spear in the hands of the young rebel.
But Andrew chased the rebel leader into danger.
The more Andrew refused to fight back, the more anxious the young rebel cavalry became. He even completely forgot the instructor's ardent warning when he held the whip during training, completely gave up all defenses, and launched an extreme tactic of all-out attack on Andrew.
The moment the young rebel thrust his spear into Andrew's shoulder, Andrew turned around with a ferocious expression.
The young rebel didn't want to lose the spear in his hand, so he was thrown away by Andrew.
Then the young rebel saw the captain's horrified eyes...
With this swing, Andrew had the butcher's ax in his hand waiting in front of the young rebel. It was as if the young rebel himself had jumped on Andrew's ax. The heavy butcher's ax instantly opened a large gash in the young rebel's chest.
The young rebel looked down at his sunken chest, let out an angry howl with his face covered in blood, and tried to hold onto Andrew's ax with both hands, but was kicked to the sand by Andrew.
The shadow of a violent earth bear appeared behind the rebel leader, and he stabbed Andrew with a spear in his hand, making a crackling sound.
Andrew casually pulled out the spear on his shoulder, and a pair of huge eyes appeared behind Andrew, staring coldly at the rebel leader. The two axes in his hands were folded together, blocking the rebel leader's thunderous strike.
At the same time, a searing flame emerged from the double axe, and the rebel leader instinctively ducked back, missing the best opportunity to withdraw the spear.
Andrew took the opportunity to twist the spear with a pair of axes.
The rebel leader, who had lost his arm, had no time to draw the sword from his waist, and was beheaded by Andrew with an axe.
The blood of the two rebels dyed the yellow sand under their feet red, and Andrew wiped the blood on the ax blade on the rebel leader.
To be cautious, Andrew pulled out a skinning knife and cut off the heads of the two men. He glanced at the two war horses standing not far away. He was just about to mount the war horses and search for the other four rebel knights in the big sand dunes.
A slender figure appeared on the top of the sand dune.
She held four heads in her hand and waved to Andrew.
Although he was wearing a hood, Andrew could imagine the victor's smile on his face...how proud he was.
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Andrew and Samira brought back six more horses.
For Suldak, this is not a good thing.
It seems that the rebels have not given up the secrets in the Paglos Mountains. The rebels that Karl has been searching for have sneaked into the deserted land. These rebels have seriously affected the security of the deserted land.
The war horses were tied outside the security station, but the rebels did not attack Wall Village rashly again. They even avoided all villages.
The succubus Aphrodite glanced at Surdak and said: "Maybe they are looking for the place in the magic crystal image..."
Suldak sat on the chair, looking at Andrew and Samira's tired appearance, and could only harden his heart and say:
"Now the deserted land and the Paglos Mountains are full of adventure groups and mercenary groups. It is not easy to find the rebels hidden among these adventure groups. We can only inform the villages to take more precautions and try to avoid
When you go out alone and encounter rebel attacks on a village, you should immediately deliver the news to the outside world. Andrew, you have to go to each village and hand these magic flares to the village chiefs, although it may not be useful."
As he spoke, he took out a pack of magic flares from his magic belt bag and placed it on the table.
Andrew was sitting aside drinking water. When Suldak said this, he nodded in agreement.
Samira stared at Suldak with sharp eyes and asked him: "Captain, do you want to summon the militia camp?"
"What do you think those veterans can be used for?" Surdak asked with a look of astonishment on his face.
Then why do you want to form such a useless militia battalion? Samira's big blue eyes blinked at Suldak, and this sentence was clearly written in her eyes.
Surdak could only explain: "It may not be useful now, but that doesn't mean it won't be useful in the future..."
"What's the use?..." the half-elf archer muttered softly.
Worried about offending Surdak, Samira just said this and stopped talking.
Surdak ignored her and only said: "Now the support squadron has begun to conduct a large-scale inspection of the passing adventure groups and mercenary groups at the Paglos Pass, basically blocking the rebels from returning to Helensa City. However,
This is equivalent to forcing these rebels to stay in the desolate land. We have to find a way to deal with them all, otherwise, the desolate land will never be peaceful before winter..."