In the golden autumn of October, the breath of harvest comes with the north wind, and the fragrance of fruits is diffused in the fields. The corn in the farmland is fully ripe, and tens of thousands of farmers are working hard, harvesting the results of one-year-old cultivation. There are joyful smiles on their faces.

There was plenty of rain before the autumn harvest, and this year's harvest was very good. After the tribute was paid, there was still enough grain to fill the barn prepared for shortage. And when the corn is harvested, they can go home and really get a good night's sleep.

Ding Zhuang in the military village used a bronze sickle to harvest much faster than ordinary villages. After finally finishing the autumn harvest, a new order came from the capital. The military officers opened the warehouse in the camp and distributed the spears and shields that had been placed for a long time. Soon, they will take their weapons and move to the south of Gyeonggi to station.

The scorching sun fell on the army camp in the lake area, and the faces of the people who were directly shining were hot. In the middle of the camp is the school yard, on one side are continuous huts, and on the other side are arsenals, barns and kitchens. There was smoke rising from the kitchen, and the smell of corn. It was the cooks preparing tortillas for the next march.

At this moment, the old militiaman Chihuaco sat sullenly, with his legs crossed, in front of the empty arsenal. He was wearing a plain old cloth robe, a torn straw hat with sunshade on his head, a sturdy spear under his feet, and a green cactus fruit in his hand, which he gnawed bit by bit.

"Bah, bah, it's really sour, and I still have teeth!"

After taking two bites, Chivako opened his mouth and spit out a bunch of teeth-cracking seeds. Then, he cursed angrily, pointing at Sang and Huai.

"Bah bah! Why are you in a hurry? Eat it when it's not cooked! You can't just stay and farm the land after eating it here and there? It makes people feel safe all day long. Let me see, wait until you take a bite. Ripe, sour your big teeth!"

The camp was empty and no one responded. This morning, Chihuaco issued self-defense weapons to his militiamen, drove them all away, and took a day off. If you have a home nearby, you can go home and have a look. Those who have no home or whose home is too far away, go back to the house, cover their heads, and have a good sleep. The Tuntian Army will soon be on the move, and when the time comes, there will be no rest even if they want to.

"Uncle, what are you doing sitting here?"

Weizti was wearing a turban and bunts, and had just returned from the stream outside the camp. He was still dripping with water, and he had obviously washed himself well. The Lake District is still hot in October, especially when the sun is high at noon.

"What am I doing, you are blind, can't see?"

Chivaco cursed angrily. After cursing, he stretched out his hand and took out a prickly pear fruit from his bosom. He took a look and found that it was ripe. Then, he threw the fruit at Wezti.

"Eat, just picked after camp."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Wezti reached out to catch it, and it happened to fall into his arms. Then, he wiped his hands on his clothes, and couldn't wait to put the fruit to his mouth.

"Crack, click..."

Wei Zhe finished eating the fruit with two touches, and the purple juice flowed from the corner of his mouth. He sighed contentedly.

"Uncle, this fruit is really sweet!"

Chivako stared at Wezti with wide eyes in surprise.

"Wu Mu, are you finished eating now?"

"Yes! Sweet, juicy, delicious. Uncle, do you have any more?"

Wezti grinned and looked at the old man.

"...where are the seeds you eat?"

Chivaco stared blankly at Wezti.

"Seed? Chew it, swallow it!"

Wezti looked at Chivaco stupidly.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'll make you hurry up!"

Chivaco froze for a moment, suddenly enraged. He picked up the spear from the ground, turned the point of the spear to the back, and used the shaft of the spear to hit Wezti.

"Uncle, uncle, don't hit, don't hit. It hurts, it hurts! If it hurts, Lu Wei will feel bad!"

Hearing Reed, Chivako finally stopped, his old eyes widened angrily.

"How did I remember that I promised you the reed!"

"Hey, hey, didn't we come all the way, so it's just me and Lu Wei!"

Wezti replied with a smile, leaned in front of Chivaco again, and asked with a shy face.

"Old man, we sent weapons to the militia today, and we're going south in two days. What are we doing?"

"What are you doing?"

Chivaco glared, then sighed again.

"Bless the lord god, we're going to fight."

"War? Who are you going to fight again? Your Highness... Didn't Your Majesty just come back from a war in the north? I heard that many barbarians of dog descent have been arrested."

Wezti scratched his head and looked south.

"Going south...you don't want to fight the Tekos barbarians, do you? That mountain valley is not easy to fight!"

"Stupid wood, use your brain!"

Chivaco cursed angrily. He is very angry today.

"Who do you want to fight? Just like the Tuntian Army, who can go into the mountains and fight the barbarians? This is not necessarily going to fight the nobles in the south!"

"ah!"

Wezti was taken aback and looked at the old uncle.

"Uncle, aren't the aristocrats in the south part of the kingdom? Why are you beating them?"

"Why?"

Chivaco shook his head and sighed.

"The aristocrats in the south are from the old kingdom, not from the new kingdom. They don't pluck a hair, and the tribute they pay in a year is not as good as our tens of thousands of field troops. So, now His Majesty is ruthless and wants to pluck them all. .”

"Ah this!"

Wezti opened his mouth wide in surprise and looked at the old man. But the old uncle squatted in front of the arsenal again, taking advantage of the shade of the room, slowly nibbled on the cactus fruit.

Chihuaco has been nesting in the farm camp, looking like an old farmer. But in fact, he has many friends and a wide range of contacts, and he understands the situation in the kingdom very well. Huitu Pu'apu is in the Gyeonggi Legion, leading two thousand Qin Congcan warriors, and often comes to him for a drink. The details of the crusade to the south was heard from Pu'apu.

That night, when Puap was drunk, he said some stupid and forbidden words to him, and he scolded him severely before he finally came to his senses.

Chivako squatted and gnawed, Wezti stood and watched, and the camp became quiet again. The only ears of the two were the sound of firewood for steaming tortillas in the kitchen, and the grunting of militiamen in the nearby barracks. Everything is so peaceful, even the sour prickly pear fruit makes people feel happy.

Until a low-pitched horn suddenly sounded from the north of the camp.

"Woo!...Woo!..."

Chivaco jumped up from the ground with a "swish", like an old cat whose tail was trampled. Wei Ziti took a closer look, and at some point, the old man had already thrown the fruit, holding the spear tightly in his hand, he was even more agile than the young man.

"Huh? Uncle, it seems to be a horn?"

"Hush!"

"Woo!...Woo!..."

The low-pitched horn sounded again, shaking people's hearts far away. Chivako rushed to the gate of the camp twice, and quickly climbed up a big tree with a rope hanging down, which was more than ten meters high. There was a wooden platform at the top of the tree to rest his feet. This is the most convenient watchtower, as tall as the tree is, the watchtower is as tall as it is.

The old militiaman stood on a high wooden platform, holding the tree trunk with one hand, and putting the other hand on his forehead to block the light. He looked carefully, and soon, at the end of the sky, a black line appeared. The black line came towards the south, gradually getting bigger, and moving extremely fast. Then, he finally saw what the black line was!

"Damn it, it's a vicious northern barbarian!"

Chivako's eyes widened instantly, and he almost fell from the tree in shock. It was a group of red-haired savages carrying bows and arrows and carrying spears! The barbarians looked fierce and were attacking the camp quickly!

"Uncle, what did you see?"

Wezti raised his head and shouted.

Chivaco didn't answer. He stretched out his hand vigorously, rang the alarm bell tied to the tree,

"Ding Ding Ding!...Ding Ding Ding!..."

The ear-piercing alarm bell rang in the camp instantly and spread far away. Wezti also reacted. He hurried to the center of the school field, picked up the gong, and struck it heavily.

"Dangdang!...Dangdang!..."

The quiet camp instantly boiled like a pot of porridge. Some of the militiamen woke up from their sleep, and some recovered from the game, and then hurriedly looked for their weapons. Then, the captains of each team yelled and reprimanded them sharply, gathered their militiamen, and formed a simple formation of guns. And the one who scolded the most was the old militiaman who didn't know when he would return to the school grounds.

The chaos lasted for a full quarter of an hour before calming down a little. The militiamen barely lined up, set up their spears, and defended behind the fence of the camp. When the red-haired barbarians of the brigade rushed to the front of the camp, what they faced was a thickly formed forest of guns.

"Huh? This military camp has a quick response!"

The black wolf Toltek waved his hand, and the red-haired hunters obeyed the order to stop. He was wearing the cloak of the Legion Commander, the bronze sword of the Legion Commander on his waist, and the feather of the Legion Commander was stuck on the helmet. In short, as long as the generals of the kingdom saw him, they would know that this was one of the only five legion commanders.

"Ozoma, how far has the Legion traveled today?"

"Dear Legion Commander."

Ozoma bowed his head and said respectfully.

"The legion set off early in the morning and marched all the way. It's past noon and we've already traveled sixty miles!"

Black Wolf Toltek nodded in satisfaction. The 8,000-man legion was divided into four teams and marched sixty miles in half a day. This speed is indeed astonishing, and only dogs who are good at running can do it.

"Okay! Then let's rest here for half an hour, get some water, and then continue to march towards the capital! Tonight, I will report to His Majesty in the capital!"

"Captain, you are right!"

Ozoma pondered for a while, then smiled and agreed. Prove to His Majesty the Guajili Army's ability to attack, so that it will be easier to be reused in the next war. Afterwards, Ozoma stepped forward quickly, and under the vigilant eyes of the guarding militiamen, he threw the letter in his hand to the leading old militiamen.

"Lord God bless! We are the Guajili Army in the north, and our army leader is the peerless Black Wolf General! We are summoned by His Majesty to go from Hekou County to the Royal Capital!... Quickly open the gate of the camp and prepare food and water ! Soldiers rest for a while, and then continue to go south! Behind us, there are three groups of troops!"

Ozoma looked at the thousands of militiamen on the opposite side and shouted orders. This is a fresh feeling he has never had before, stronger force, greater power.

There are thousands of people in the Guajili army, and they are running fast all the way. Only such a military camp can provide enough water. Although the dog descendants are used to marching hard, they can survive with cold food and cold water, but when marching in the hinterland of the kingdom, everyone does not have to worry about safety, after all, warm water is more comfortable.

"Uh, the melon chicken legion in the north? Why are they all barbarians?"

Chivaco held the letter cautiously, read it over and over for a while, but couldn't find any trace of forgery. It wasn't until the ferocious red-haired savage in front of him showed impatience that he asked with a smile on his face.

"My lord, with so many elite warriors, why did you suddenly go south? We haven't heard from our camp yet..."

"Ha, how can the messenger run as fast as us!"

Ozoma sneered. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Immediately, with a fierce expression on his face, he pressed the battle stick on his waist and shouted.

"You ask so many questions, what are you doing? Quickly open the gate of the camp! General Black Wolf is waiting outside!"

Chivako took a careful look at Hei Lang, and immediately shivered. That high-spirited face appeared in his dreams countless times, shooting people with a longbow. Without any doubt, he lowered his head and ordered his men to open the gate of the camp.

The Tuntian Army put away their spears and made way to the sides. The ferocious savages poured into the camp like a tide. Then, the savages shouted and cursed to do it themselves, directly occupied the kitchen, and grabbed the prepared tortillas to share the food. Under the compliments of a circle of red-haired savages, General Heilang happily ate cakes and drank water, laughing loudly.

"..."

Chivaco pursed his lips and did not speak. He just looked south and shook his head.

"Masters of the nobles in the south, the vicious savages are coming south! Your hair will be plucked right now!"

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