The cold wind of late autumn blew along his back, urging Reggie to walk down the mountain trail.
Behind him, there were ten bullock carts, one cart pulled by two bulls, each cart carrying a huge Ares wine barrel, and two guards responsible for driving the carts.
Behind the ox cart were eighteen cavalrymen, each carrying a wine barrel on their shoulders. Each barrel contained weapons, and four of them contained the most sophisticated folding crossbows.
Reggie was trembling, and most of the people were trembling, even the cavalry captain Decto, who was so trembling that he couldn't sit still on his horse.
Old Hill rode a cow alone and walked at the end carrying his tomahawk. He was very relaxed and even joked with Su Lit from time to time.
The torches on the mountainside became more and more dazzling. A military formation of 1,800 people was neatly arranged on the mountain road. The scene was far more spectacular than Reggie imagined. If there were not sharp snowflakes on both sides of the road, if the city behind him
If the person standing above him is not a sinister auxiliary minister, Reggie might really turn around and run away.
In his previous life, he was an engineer, but in this life, he is a cowardly lord. War is too far away from him.
Getting closer and closer to the opponent's military formation, Reggie could gradually see the opponent's face clearly. The heavily armed enemy troops made every hair on his head tremble, especially the trebuchet, which was at least twenty feet high.
Twelve trebuchets were lined up tightly in three rows on the mountain road. The strong sense of oppression made Reggie deeply aware of his own insignificance.
Nearly a hundred feet away from the enemy, the first row of cavalry raised their spears, signaling Reggie to stop.
Both the ox cart and the cavalry stopped, but Reggie's horse was not up to par and took two more steps forward.
The archer captain roared angrily, and two hundred archers drew their longbows at the same time. Fortunately, Reggie took the reins in time, and the war horse stopped in place. As long as he took one more step forward, he would be shot into a hedgehog by random arrows.
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"Hey, you idiot from the country!" Prince Sean said, "Where do you want to go? Didn't your dead father teach you basic etiquette?"
"I'm sorry, Prince, I didn't mean to offend you," Reggie reluctantly controlled the horse and smiled awkwardly, "I'm not very good at riding a horse yet."
A burst of laughter erupted in the military formation, but Sean did not laugh. He lowered his eyes and looked at Reggie, with a fierce gaze that seemed to pierce Reggie's body.
"What are you waiting for?" Prince Sean motioned to the archer to put down the arrow, "Do you know what you are here to do?"
"I, that..." Reggie tried hard to recall the steps of surrender, and his blank brain finally found some memories.
He took out the document of surrender from his pocket, cleared his throat, adjusted his tone, and said: "I, Reginald Victor, Victor III..."
Sean frowned and said, "Is Victor III your great-grandfather?"
There was another round of laughter in the military formation, and Reggie nodded and said, "Sorry, I'm a little nervous. I am Victor, Victor VI, Lord of Broken Snow City, and I am now the great prince of Bayer Country, Xiao.
Sean..."
"Who told you to call me by my first name? Idiot!"
"I, I don't mean to offend..."
"Who gave you the qualification? Idiot!" Prince Sean pulled out his sword and pointed it at Reggie's nose.
Reggie was a little at a loss. The surrender document was drafted by a bachelor and had been read by the auxiliary minister before. The wording in it was not inappropriate. It was obvious that the prince was deliberately provoking.
"Prince, Your Highness," Reggie continued the surrender letter, "I submit to you..."
"I was asking you just now, Reggie the guinea pig!" the prince shouted, "This is the name I gave you, have you forgotten it? Why do you call me by my first name? Tell me, you dirty guinea pig!"
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"I……"
"Forget it, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore!" Sean pointed at his feet with his sword, "Come here and lick my boots clean first."
"I, I should read the surrender letter first..."
"I want you to come here now!"
"You, at least, must first read the letter of surrender..."
"I want you to come here now!"
"You haven't forgiven me of my guilt yet."
"You don't understand me, right?" Sean raised his sword and pointed it at Reggie again, "Archers, prepare!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the archer put the arrow on his bow again.
In Reggie's memory fragments, there were some vague rumors about Sean. He knew that Sean had a very bad reputation, but he did not expect that the other person would be so violent and domineering.
"Your Highness," Reggie tried his best to calm down, "you should at least accept my gift first."
Sean said: "Listen, you idiot, your name is Guinea Pig, Guinea Pig Reggie, if you dare to say one more word, I will demote you to a commoner and execute you immediately for blasphemy against the royal family."
Reggie licked his lips, it seemed it was time to take action.
"Your Highness, if you don't accept my gift, it means you haven't accepted my surrender. I want to give it to you now!"
Send the gift, this is an order. According to the pre-arranged tactics, as long as Reggie says this, the guards will immediately light the fuse on the bullock cart.
Maybe it was because the wind was too loud, or maybe Reggie's voice was too quiet, but the guards acted as if they hadn't heard, and they were still shivering on the bullock cart.
"You talk so much!" Prince Xiaon shouted again and said, "Open your bow!"
The archers came and fired their long bows.
Reggie looked around and said, "You haven't given me the gift yet!"
The guards still didn't move, they were frightened.
The prince's sword pointed to the sky. As soon as his sword fell, two hundred arrows would fly towards Reggie together.
Standing on the watchtower, Gwen could see clearly. Although he couldn't hear the conversation between the two parties, he could basically guess what was happening on the hillside.
"The prince seems to be too anxious." Gwen frowned.
"I think the prince did something right," said Sarn. "The boulders and rolling logs were pushed down the mountain at noon. From that time on, Reggie Victor had no purpose to live."
"I don't agree with your lordship's point of view," Bachelot said. "I have seen biting sheep, and I have seen biting rabbits. Even a mosquito can suck a mouthful of blood from a male lion.
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"Do you consider this a threat, Grand Maester?" Sarn sneered, "Be it sheep or rabbits, any animal that dares to bite people should be killed. As for the scourge of mosquitoes, they should be eradicated."
Batchelor shook his head and said, "There are still many civilians in the city who need the lord's comfort. Do you want to eradicate them all?"
"Civilians have the right to live, but that does not mean that the mob also has the right." Sane's face was full of murderous intent, and this murderous intent made Bachelo tremble uncontrollably.
But the proud Sann did not know that he had been fooled again, and his murderous intent also made Gwen feel the chill.
"Old friend, you are right," Gwen smiled at Batchelor, "What the kingdom wants is Snowflake City, not a ruins, and not a cemetery."
He asked someone to light another firework. This one was much smaller than the previous one, and only a yellow flower disk bloomed.
The prince on the hillside saw the fireworks. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, paused for a while, and then flicked the sword. The archer behind him put down his long bow. Reggie breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.
The assistant minister still maintains contact with Prince Sean, which means that Erwin cannot take action easily, and Reggie must take action as soon as possible.
"Look how lucky you are, Guinea Pig Reggie," the prince pointed to the watchtower on top of the city. "Someone wants me to exercise restraint. To be honest, I have been very restrained. At least you haven't stepped on your head yet.
Underfoot."
Reggie leaned over and saluted: "Thank you for your tolerance, Your Highness."
While bowing, Reggie had been observing the status of the guards. After experiencing the scene just now, the guards slowly recovered from their dead state.
"Stop talking nonsense, idiot!" Sean said, "Let me see what gifts you have? Ox cart? Wine barrel? What's in the barrel? Don't be that damn ale!"
Reggie laughed dryly and said: "Yes, it is the best ale, Your Highness."
Amidst the laughter, Sean lowered his eyes and continued to look at Reggie.
"Guess, are they laughing at you, or are they laughing at me?" As soon as the words fell, no one dared to laugh.
"You are a guinea pig born from a stupid pig, can't you find a better gift?" The prince's anger was really unbearable.
Reggie pointed behind him and said: "Actually, there is still some wine..."
"Before you speak next time, you have to call yourself a guinea pig!" Prince Sean yelled, "You have to call yourself Reggie the guinea pig. Do you hear me clearly?"
"Okay, Your Highness." Reggie noticed something. Many guards gripped the torches tightly. They kept staring at the fuses on the bullock carts, but they just needed a little courage to take action.
"Open the barrel, take a sip and show me if you've poisoned me!"
"Yes, Your Highness!" Reggie opened the wine barrel, got the wine utensils, filled a glass and drank it. To be honest, the wine didn't taste very good, as if some kerosene had seeped into it.
"Does it taste good? Viscount Guinea Pig?"
"The ale of Broken Snow City will always be mellow and sweet."
"You don't know what mellowness and sweetness are. Let me teach you and bring your stupid gift." Prince Sean smiled. "I'm going to pee in your ale, and then I'll urinate in your ale."
Let the idiots in Broken Snow City drink it! Let the people of Broken Snow City feel my grace!"
Butcher the Ox Eater smiled and said: "Your Highness, why don't you let every brother pee, so that the people of Broken Snow City can also feel our friendliness!"
The cavalry captain's suggestion was responded to by the soldiers. Many infantrymen had already taken off their pants and were ready to pee.
Sean nodded and said: "That makes sense, Reggie the guinea pig, hurry up and send your gift! My soldiers and I can't wait!"
The guards' hands were trembling. They were angry and they were eager to fight, but they needed a little courage. To be precise, they needed a leader.
This is the human instinct to follow the herd, and no one wants to be the first to take risks.
It would be great if Erwin was here, he would be the first to take action, and with him around, the guards would be emboldened.
Under Sean's urging, Reggie was about to pick up the torch and light the first bullock cart himself. But when he was about to dismount, he saw Sean raising his sword again, pointing at Reggie and saying: "Let you
The person brought the gift over, please don’t move!"
Reggie didn't dare to move, and neither did the guards. Prince Sean, who was about to lose his patience, was about to go crazy again.
"Send it over quickly!"
"I, that..."
"Hurry up!"
"I……"
"Archers, prepare!" the prince gave the order again. Before the archers could draw their long bows, a strange figure appeared in everyone's sight.
"You idiots, didn't you hear the prince's order? Hurry up and deliver the gift!" At such a tense moment, Old Hill rode an ox and held a tomahawk, and walked slowly to Reggie's side.
When he first saw Hill, Sean was a little nervous because he had a weapon in his hand.
When he saw it for the second time, the prince's laughter almost scared his own horse.
"What is this? Look at what this is!" Sean laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. "This, this, this is the cavalry. Have you seen it? This, this, this is the cavalry of Shattering Snow City!"
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All the soldiers were laughing like crazy. The soldiers standing in the back row couldn't see Hill's appearance, but they also laughed wildly along with the soldiers in the front row.
The night of the surrender was a carnival festival for the soldiers. They no longer had to die on the hillside, no longer had to freeze in the tents, they had better food and shelter, and if they were lucky, they could catch a few women. Before that, they could still
Enjoy an aristocratic, down-to-earth, comical show.
What could be more perfect than this.
"Look, the cavalry riding the bull!"
"His hat is bigger than his head!"
"And he's got an axe!"
"God, this is the God of War of Broken Snow City!"
Everyone was laughing, and this wild laughter made them completely lose their guard.
Old Hill was also laughing. While laughing, he lit the first bullock cart with a torch.
His movements were so natural that he didn't attract the other person's attention at all.
The flames burned along the fuse. Reggie made some changes in the design of the fuse. The flames did not burn the wine barrel at first, but followed the oilcloth under the garland and burned directly to the oxtail.
A layer of oil wax was applied to the cow's buttocks. After being ignited by the fuse, the first light of fire caused the bull to roar in pain, and the furious bull rushed towards the enemy's position crazily.
All the guards took action. They followed Old Hill, lit the fuse of the bullock cart with torches, and jumped out of the cart.
Twenty flaming bulls roared and charged at the enemy cavalry.
"What is this?" Prince Sean's smile has not completely faded away, "What kind of performance is this?"
The distance of one hundred feet is very short. When the first bull collided with the war horse, the cavalry on the horse had not made any reaction.
The flower crown on the bull's head hit the war horse's neck, and two sharp knives penetrated the flowers. With the swing of the bull's head, the war horse's throat was cut.
The cavalryman fell off his horse and fell on his back to the ground. He tried to sit up, but was stepped on by a huge cow's hoof in the face.
The cavalrymen kept falling in front of the bulls. Prince Sean looked at the crazy scene in front of him in surprise and asked the cavalry captain, "What is going on?"
Before Butcher could reply, a bull collided with the cavalry captain's horse. Its horns blinded the horse's eyes. The frantic horse led Butcher directly towards the gravel.
Without Butcher, the prince lost the last barrier in front of him. Two strong bulls rushed in front of Sean, pulling the burning wine barrel.