The howling cold wind made the voice change very satisfying, and all that remained in the ears were the whistling wind and the biting chill.

　　 However, the veteran riding archer's shout was still heard by the people around him. Several people shouted together, and the voice finally entered Tillihan's ears.

"The Clads are really here?" Tillyhan was surprised. The original lazy aura was also restrained by the way, and the temperament that was like a hungry wolf before was restored. He did not expect that the Clads were really As the Lord Earl expected, he will plunder south in this icy and snowy season.

　　 One by one, they completely forgot what their ancestors did. After migrating to Calradia, they occupied the warm pastures. They didn't need to endure the terrifying cold as their ancestors did.

　　 The warm climate has also made the products extremely rich. There is no need to continue such things as grass-throwing valleys. That's why he is curious about things like robbery in winter.

　　 He looked in the direction the soldier was pointing, and he found a group of ragged, tattered layers of animal skins, and the very short Clads were walking hard in the snow.

"Haha! Look at them! The snow is about to reach their waists, right? I'm really afraid they will be drowned if they fall!" A horse archer pointed at the struggling clades with a whip. Laughing, although what he said was a bit exaggerated, this is probably the case of the other party.

Tillihan looked at the clads without a smile. Although they found each other, they still couldn’t see the number of each other, because they couldn’t see where the clads lined up. .

　　 But he is a very decisive person. Although he did not confirm the number of enemies, he still ordered a soldier and handed him the small flag in his hand: "Go back and tell the Lord Earl that these **** robbers are here again!"

The soldier who got the order held the small flag in his arms, turned his horse's head, and ran to Morandburg frantically. His speed was still extremely fast, and the cold-resistant physique that Reiner had drawn was on the opposite side. There is also an increase, which will not affect the speed because of the snow.

　　 The war horse almost ignored the kneeless snow, and when he spread his hoofs, he ran wildly, raising showers of snow foam in the cold wind.

　　 Withdrawing his gaze from the riding archer who had gone away, Tillihan issued his first combat order in the two months since he went out.

　　 I saw that he took out the bow riding on his waist and shouted to his remaining subordinates: "Let's go and see how many people they have! Maybe this time I can chop off a few heads and come back!

Most of the 　　 voice was submerged in the howling cold wind, but the soldiers still heard the order from their commander, put the kettle back, and took out the bow riding on the horseback.

　　 A group of people shuttled easily in the snow, and the horses ran without any hindrance.

　　 "It's a horse! It's a horse again!" Some of the Cladds who had survived near Fort Merland saw the senior horse archers riding on the horse and suddenly exclaimed. Their impression of the horse was too deep.

　　 Although it was those who did not ride horses that really killed them in large numbers, it was the invincible knights who were riding on war horses like monsters that really impressed them.

　　 Hearing these shouts, the clad people suddenly panicked, and the sound of horseshoes that were barely audible under the noise of the cold wind became obvious at this moment.

　　 Tillihan was followed by a group of veteran riding archers. They did not attack the clads, but ran back around their formation.

　　 "Head, they have too many people, so far we have not run to the end, there are at least four or five thousand people!" A horse archer ran to Tillihan's side and said in an awe-inspiring tone.

　　 In his impression, apart from the previous Battle of Babsburg, he had never seen such a large army at all. Even if the opponent was a weak Klad, there was still a kind of pressure.

　　 "What's the matter?" Tillihan heard the voice in his ears and said disapprovingly: "Even if there are more people, we don't have to be afraid, they are definitely not the opponent of Lord Earl!"

　　 Just like that, they ran for about seven or eight minutes, and finally they saw the end of the Clade's queue.

　　 "There should be seven or eight thousand people, right?" The horse archers who held the reins stood in place, looking at the huge group of clads with horrified eyes.

　　 While they were looking at each other, the tribal leaders of the clad people gathered to discuss this.

"What are you afraid of? What if it is discovered? The baron's army is only a few hundred people! We have 8,000 warriors! What is terrible?" A Clad who is as tall as 1.6 meters The man "bold man" hammered his own chest and said with anger.

　　 "Huh! Are you not afraid? Then you will take your tribe to fight the Baron Redka first! We will watch your bravery from behind!"

　　 "Why don't you go? Why do you let me go?"

　　 "Aren't you afraid of the Baron Redka? Don't you dare now?"

　　 Both of these two are tribal leaders of the Clades. They seem to be brave and brave, but they are also a little brainless. It was just for this reason that they quarreled.

　　 Just as the conflict between the two was about to escalate and it was about to develop into a brawl, a tribal leader who appeared to be slightly old came forward.

He separated the two with his cane, and said angrily: "They are all clads! They are all descendants of the **** of war! Why are we arguing? Our southern clads must work together! Otherwise, we will continue to suffer from that Redka. The slaughter of the baron!"

"Put your strength on the battle with the Baron of the Redka! Don't clash with your fellow blood relatives!" Seeing that the two are finally not at all like that at all ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ the old clad leader Then he walked to the two of them and said.

　　 "Head! What should we do now?" a horse archer asked.

"What else can you do? Go back and report the number of enemies to Lord Baron!" Tillyhan smiled, then raised the bow in his hand and shook it, and said, "The others will tell me to show the clad people first. Look!"

　　 With the sound of the real arrow piercing the sky, a scream and bright red blood appeared in the Clad's team.

　　 At this time, Rainer was angrily teaching the two people who stole the sugar in the study. The small bag of stolen goods was so dazzling on Rainer's desk.

　　 "What shall I say, you two!" Rainer slapped the table and roared loudly, while the two captured little thieves were silent with their heads down.

　　 "Who!" shouted angrily toward the door.

　　 A veteran horse archer rushed in panting, ignoring the two Lombards, and directly said to Lena: "My Lord, the enemy is coming! The clad is coming!"

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