The sky was clear and cloudless, and the sea breeze blew gently. Between the beach and tidal flats, the leaves of palm trees sway in the wind. Flocks of birds soar in the sea and sky, and trout gather and scatter by the sea. January in the tropical coast is such a warm and comfortable scene.

The 3,000 dog descendants rested in Nishpa for a day, and then continued eastward. Soldiers marched along the coast, raising clouds of smoke and dust. The news of the northern invasion gradually spread, and many villages in front of them fled, leaving only simple villages. The villages that dared to resist were all captured, and each one was turned into torches by the sea.

Ban Yue had never encountered a big battle, and Hei Lang's mood relaxed. With no pursuers behind and no enemies in front, plus more than a dozen days of food and grass transported in canoes, the dangerous sweep behind enemy lines turned into an easy armed march.

The crowd slowed down, and they only traveled 120 miles within four days, and arrived at Trout Village (now Mira), the small village where the guard Mavic was born.

When we got here, we were only forty or fifty miles away from the mouth of the Talsas River. And going upstream from the mouth of the sea, two or three hundred miles further, is the vast Atoyak Lake. In other words, the kingdom is not far away.

Heilang held his head high, wearing light leather armor, and holding a sharp bronze sword. He stood on a high ground and sternly ordered the two thousand dog descendants of the Chinese army.

"The Chinese army formed a team of 300 people and collected food from several nearby villages for two days until the Talsas River!"

"Aww! Chief Black Wolf, good chief!"

Hearing this, the dog-born warriors howled in unison, happily.

The mighty Tulsas River rushes down from the north, widening at its mouth to form a large, fertile floodplain. Fertile soil, sufficient water, and suitable temperature have allowed the population to increase again, the villages have become prosperous, and cotton fields have even been opened up.

The dog descendants came here after a long journey, and seeing this kind of prosperous village, their eyes lit up again. The sweep is coming to an end, and there will be almost no enemies in the following journey. This should be the last raid before returning to the kingdom!

Although Hand Snake City is richer, it is the middle of the expedition. After the city was broken, most of the belongings were discarded, but some food was taken away. Most of the ordinary fishing villages behind have only food, and there is no looting of any property at all. And the villages here look very rich.

Even if you just grab a piece of cloth and a few clay pots and take them home, it is better than the harvest from farming!

Hearing the wolf howls of the dog-born warriors, Trout Village Chief Mahose trembled. The nearby villages are all related to the same tribe. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't dare to make a sound, but secretly ordered his clansmen who were good at running.

"Go to the mouth of the river as soon as possible, and find the new warrior master! Be careful on the road."

The black wolf arranged the camp of the legion, and sent envoys to inquire about the situation of the five hundred former army and the five hundred rear army. When the army is dispatched, the scouts must be sent forward, and the garrison will be deployed later. After finishing his work, he, accompanied by Mavic, had lunch in the village.

When Mavic returned to his hometown, he was full of emotion and high spirits. He deftly raised the bonfire and set up the clay pot. The whitebait soup by the sea is boiled in clay pots, and fresh mushrooms and dried sea vegetables are added.

"Boss, this is mushroom seaweed and whitebait soup, just one word, fresh!"

"Um."

Hei Lang sniffed his nose and nodded, it really smelled delicious.

"Boss, since our village is called a trout village, it is naturally rich in trout. I'm here to get you a salt-baked trout!"

"good!"

After Mavic finished speaking, he went to the house of the village chief, who was not easy to deal with since he was a child, and got some fresh trout, preserved oranges, and precious passion fruits and peppers. The village head, Ma Huonan, dared not say a word, and was called by Maweik to help with the kitchen.

Afterwards, the two lit a small fire in the stone pit stove, cut the oranges and spices into small slices, stuffed them into the belly of the trout, smeared them with sea salt, wrapped them in palm leaves, and finally baked them on the pit stove.

After a while, the aroma of food came to my nostrils. Hei Lang moved his index finger and cursed with a smile.

"Mavic, you know how to cook!"

"Haha, Boss, I grew up by the sea, so it's easy to get some food! It's these spices, which I couldn't get much before."

Mavic laughed and responded with a smile. Then, he turned his head and kicked Maho with a half-smile.

"Village chief, look at the fire. It can't be too big, and it can't be too small. If it's burnt, I'll ask you!"

"Uh... yes, yes."

The village head, Ma Huo, had a bitter face and waited on the two of them. When the fire is too big, you have to fiddle with it, and when the fire is small, you have to blow it up. The straight-faced Maho was gray and black, and his hair was scorched yellow. Mavic finally smiled with satisfaction and said to Heilang.

"Captain, the fish is ready and the soup is ready, please try our seaside delicacies!"

"Um."

Hei Lang filled a bowl of fish soup, blew it, and eagerly took a sip. The umami taste of mountain delicacies and seafood immediately reverberated in his mouth. The tender whitebait swims on the tongue, the crisp seaweed is chewed on the edge of the teeth, and the delicious mushroom is swallowed directly into the stomach. In this era without MSG, only at the seaside can you enjoy such a delicious fragrance!

Hei Lang's eyes lit up. He gulped down the hot soup, and a gust of hot air rose from his spine, making his whole body transparent and extremely comfortable.

"Good, very good! Really delicious!"

Then, Hei Lang stretched out his hand again, peeled off the palm leaves twice, took the grilled fish with strong aroma, and chewed it. The trout, like the turkey, are a bit firewood, but the grilled fish right now is just right. One bite, the trout skin is crispy and the meat is smooth, and the locked fish juice flows horizontally.

Hei Lang's eyes widened and he was startled. He took two more bites. The fish juice was hot and sweet, and it turned out to be mixed with the orange juice. The fish meat is salty and spicy, spicy and fragrant, tender and smooth. The fish juice and fish meat are mixed together, and the sweet and salty spicy match each other, which is endless aftertaste.

"Good, very good! It's delicious!"

Hei Lang ate a few grilled fish and drank a bowl of fish soup, enjoying himself. He was very interested, and said to Mavic with a smile.

"This seaside is really good. You can eat such delicious food every day! It seems that being a village head here is not a bad thing!"

"That is, after fighting for so many years, I crawled out of the dead. If I can go back to my hometown and become a village chief who bullies the weak and fears the hard, it will be blessed by the Lord God!"

While talking, the personal guard Mavic looked at the village head Ma Huo. Mavic smiled, but Maho felt a chill on his neck. He secretly slandered.

"Eat it every day? I, the village head, can't eat this meal of fish twice a month!"

"Haha! Follow Your Highness, good days are yet to come!"

Hei Lang didn't care. For him, fighting in battle is the happiest. After eating and drinking enough, he had more spiritual needs and remembered his plans along the way.

"Mavic, the gray-black holy mountain you mentioned is in this area?"

"Yes, boss. That sacred mountain is more than ten miles to the northwest, close to the mountains in the north. I went there a few times when I was a child and picked up reddish-brown flower stones. I have a deep memory. However, there are village priests living there, who have worshiped the mountain **** for generations. , very vicious. They didn’t allow me to stay long, and even sacrificed me!”

Mavic gritted his teeth when he thought of this. Today, since returning to the hometown with a large army, it is natural to avenge revenge, to repay grievances, and to feel at ease.

"Ah!...This, this, this old man...there is the sacred mountain of the village, there is a mountain god, how can you offend..."

Hearing this, the village head Ma Huo was shocked. He finally opened his mouth~lightnovelpub.net~ and faltered a few words of persuasion, but was pushed away by Mavic.

"Village chief, serve the boss obediently, it is in your own interest! Don't worry about other things!"

"...Ah this."

Ma Huo's neck felt cold, and he took two steps back, not daring to persuade him anymore, but only murmured.

"If you offend the holy mountain and the priest, the mountain **** will be angry..."

"Marvic, take me there!"

"Okay, boss."

Both of them acted swiftly and resolutely. With more than a hundred soldiers, they were ready to set off. At this moment, a former army scout rushed over, shouting anxiously.

"Chief, Chief Black Wolf! From the east, hundreds of warriors are coming!"

Hearing this, the village Ma Huo looked happy. And Hei Lang and Mavic looked at each other with solemn expressions.

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