Chapter 750
Walking out of Meliati's wooden house, Horn's steps on the steps became heavier.
I don't know if Horn is too gentle or if Meliati has entered the rebellious period.
Muriati was not sure why, and she was covered in thorns.
Although I don’t know how much Moriyati heard, the strength gap between the two sides is quite large.
Although Moriyati is stubborn, he is not the second generation ancestor of the wine bag.
Although the original gravel people have the advantage in number, they are theoretically capable of far exceeding Meliati.
But in Horn's opinion, the gravel original man may have both hands and a magic sword on his waist, but only two fingers can move.
Muriati had only one hand, but she had five fingers clenched her fists.
Win means winning, but one is afraid that the cost of maintaining stability is high, and the other is afraid that Moriyati is more proud of herself.
The cool summer breeze of gravel blew on Horn's face, but his eyes were flashing.
This time he communicated with Meliati, he found that she was becoming more and more extreme.
She is becoming more and more like Meliati, not like Carrie.
Horn was not sure whether she was sick or whether her desire for power grew.
The Qianhe Valley can be separated entirely by the equal relationship between the two.
If Meliati was determined to take advantage of the victory and turn the Holy Couplet into the Holy Couplet of the Thousand Rivers Valley, then Horn would be a bit tricky to deal with.
It's not that I'm afraid that Moriyati can succeed, but that I'm afraid that I'll lose the upper channel for equal and objective communication.
Looking at the calm upstream Naoan River, Horn was silent for a while, but smiled: "Don't worry about her, she beat her, I'll beat mine."
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Along the west bank of the Upper Naoan River, a huge army was struggling on the muddy dirt road.
The civilians, infantry, cavalry, convoys, cavalry, cavalry, cavalry, horses and sheep flocks to form a turbid dragon.
The Rangers running back and forth were stationed at the head of the team, and they could not even see the tail of the long dragon.
They had a total of 21,000 men, divided into three parallel armies, each with four rows, among which there were horse and donkey carriages pulling arms and weapons.
Most of the horse riding are mountain horse infantry, wearing exactly the same carbon black armor.
Walking along the way, there are the newly established new army, militia and mercenaries.
Some of them wore black and gray knee-length jackets and a short alpaca-colored cashmere cloak.
There are only a vest and wears ill-fitting tattered armor on your waist, shoulders and hands.
The farthest way from the river is Andre's Iron Fist Team, which belongs to the Black Crown Team that is extremely poor in military discipline.
Old Laver and others should have belonged to the middle way.
But the commander of Andre admired Beser and others very much, and integrated the two incomplete infantry regiments and Beser infantry regiments.
Beser is still the leader.
Most of the captains at all levels are from mountain knights, so Beser can basically command seamlessly. "What are you lazy!" The old Laver whip, who was the long-spanning preparatory array, exploded, which scared several cart gangsters to shudder.
Although Kahler, who is also the preparatory array head, couldn't bear it, he could only watch it.
If you don’t shake the whip, you will throw the vine on yourself when you turn around.
These civilians have good fortune as transportation teams.
If they could see the Naoan River outside their sight, they could see flat-bottomed barges sailing.
The oarsmen in the barge were huddled in the narrow cabin, rowing desperately, sticking out their tongues and gasping like dogs to resist the flow of water and strong wind.
But occasionally when encountering a turbulent water flow, you have to recruit strong men from the surrounding area to serve as boatmen.
The rope was tied to the shoulders of these boatmen, and even if they reduced friction through the leather, they almost grind the flesh.
Compared to them, these ordinary civilians have had quite a good life.
It's just that because the salary of boatmen and paddlers is too low and their work is too hard, soldiers are asked to catch a group of people from time to time.
The original boatman either ran away or died of exhaustion and illness.
If you just scare the civilians with a whip, then this trip is quite easy.
But soon, the orderly soldiers of Captain Hundred Captain ran over arrogantly: "You two, each bring ten soldiers to the nearby village to get twelve civilians, fifteen chickens, ducks and twenty sheep." "Isn't this about to be gathered in the salt flat?" Kahler subconsciously retorted.
The orderly soldier wanted to be sarcastic, but when he saw the medal on Kale's chest, he still smiled: "It's because of this, so he should reward the entire army."
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A young man was kicked out of the house and rolled out.
The elders at the entrance of the village stood at a loss, watching the soldiers wearing iron armor smashing chickens and ducks into vine baskets.
Several young and strong men were pushed out of the hut by spears, and the cracked opening of the linen clothes exposed their rugged ribs.
"No—No—" The woman's scream came.
The door panel hit the ground, stirring up dust.
The thick soldier walked in with a bleating ewe in his arms. Behind him, a woman with bleeding lip stomp held his thighs and refused to let him go.
"Share the word "express" and let go." The soldier angrily knocked on the woman's forehead with the hilt of the saber.
The forehead quickly turned blue-purple and slowly swollen.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
But the woman's arms were like locks, tightly clamping the soldier's thighs. "What's going on?" Old Laver immediately ran over with a whip.
"My breasts were cut off by the sheep thief, and there was no milk." The woman immediately knelt in front of Old Laver and hugged his legs, "You moved this ewe away. Without goat milk, my child would starve to death."
It seemed as if he felt his master's retention, the ewe actually kicked and beat him up in a humanized manner.
While kicking and bleating, the wet corners of eyes seemed to be about to cry.
"Okay, okay." Old Laphur pointed at the soldier with a whip, "Give the sheep back to her."
The soldier who robbed the sheep was fierce in front of the woman, but was timid in front of the old Laphur: "The above said he wanted twenty sheep..."
"Is this one missing?"
Kale whispered, "The orders of Captain Hundred should be distributed to each household, and people will be sent out if there is no sheep, but she..."
"Are there many sheep in the sheep pen?"
"His Highness Moriyati said, treat the village elders well and do not force them to rob them at will."
Old Laf was silent for a moment, took out some silver coins from his pocket, threw them into the hands of the village elders, and took out a sheep from his sheep pen.
"Let's go."
The ewe hugged the woman and cried with joy.
But behind the pane railing, the eyes of the shepherd were full of disgust and fear.
Although enough strong men and sheep were recruited, everyone present was in a bad mood.
Unlike those old mercenaries, they were still farmers a year ago.
Not only did not be alienated by the terrifying battlefield, but also the priests in the army guided their souls, and they still maintained a sense of simplicity.
What they hate the most is that they are forcibly robbed by the soldiers.
But now they are doing this, they are really, really...
"I guess if it was the Savior Army, they would definitely not have to rob cattle and sheep so hard." A new recruit was depressed, "If I had the chance, I would definitely be transferred to the Savior Army."
"You want to go, I still want to go." Another new recruit was also complaining, "Are you literate? I asked."
"Mad, I will move my family to Sidu Town when I turned around. I heard that the children of the townsmen were studying for free." An old new soldier with beard cursed, "Don't be like him, lose his conscience to exchange for money."
"The land price in Sidu Town is expensive..."
Although Kahler also felt uncomfortable, he was the young master of the sergeant family after all, and he did not have as deep feelings as the farmers.
Although Old Laver felt cowardly, he was unwilling to show it.
Just as soon as I wanted to remind a few people not to say this in front of the superior officer, I heard a scream.
Old Laver and Kahler's expression changed at the same time. They heard the sound much more. It was a cannon, reminding them to return to the camp urgently.
"Woooooooo--"
After that, was the thick sound of horns.
"That was the sound of the horn, the sound of the horn summoning back to the camp." Looking at the red smoke column in the fog, Old Laff jumped up, "I'm meeting the enemy, go back to the camp and prepare for the battle!"
(The picture below is the mountain infantry regiment, the former mountain knights, please refresh it if you don't come out)
(The end of this chapter)