Chapter 103, Exeter's Welcome Ceremony

Three days after the second prince arrived at the Broken Dragon Fortress.

"The messenger sent to the Rumba military camp has returned."

Standing on the wall of the fortress, Commander Sonia Sassere looked seriously at the front of the fortress:

"Chaman said that he was waiting for His Royal Highness."

"You are afraid that you will start north today."

Taylors was kneeling in front of the observation port on the wall, looking to the wide, snowy plain north.

There is a looming wide-ranging military camp in the field of vision, standing on the iron fist flag representing the black sand collar of the Rumba family, and many military camps are hidden in the unreachable places, far rising smoke.

“With tens of thousands of people waiting for my ‘here’?” Taylors sighed: “I was so popular.”

The flower of the fortress turned over and pointed to Tels: "Chaman Rumba is the Grand Duke of Exeter who is bordered by the stars. After the assassination of the Exter mission, he quickly mobilized the vassals of the black sand collar for several days. In the time of gathering more than 10,000 troops, approaching the border."

"They have been there for two weeks. At first they just watched the deterrent. In the last three days, Rumba started sending small units to clear the surrounding main roads, even robbed two villages and played against our patrols several times... We Have to narrow the scope of the whistle and ride back to the perimeter of the fortress."

Tyres felt the bitter chill, and swayed his hands to the palm of his hand and said: "I have already arrived at the fortress. The star of the comet has also risen... Why is he still not withdrawing his troops? It is clear that there has been no invasion of the stars. Excuses."

Bethle behind Thales raised his brow: "From the special life of Chaman Rumba, he is a standard gambler. One of the characteristics of gamblers is that even if they lose to the last moment of departure, they also I don't want to look back."

"So my arrival has no effect on this gambler?" Thales snorted: "Even if it is a must, he still wants to bet?"

“Not necessarily,” Putilit replied earnestly:

"What we were most worried about is that the other two grand princes who also bordered the stars - the re-construction of the Tlueda of the tower and the Ole Xiu of the Weilan, both sent troops. The three grand princes and even more of the Exeter vassals They gathered forces, oppressed the old towers, watch towers and cold fort with the fortress as the aid of the Austrian aid. In the absence of their assistance, they attacked the isolated Broken Dragon Fortress at no cost. The soldiers of Exeter, regardless of their physical strength and quality. They are more adapted to the cold winter than our reinforcements in the north."

"If they take it here, just wait for the coldest sun and the cold," Sonya took over Putil's words: "When the spring is coming next year, they will take the fortress as the base and go south - just like ten. That was one or two years ago."

Putila nodded:

"But with your northward arrival, the two grand princes have not appeared... This shows that our mission has been completed a little bit: under the ruin of the coming sun, the lord of Lombard cannot rely on more than 10,000 of his own. Take the fortress just before the supply is exhausted."

"He has lost."

Putili is faintly authentic.

"That said, our other half of the mission - to completely eliminate the armed disasters of the two countries, I am afraid it will be done by myself to the front of King Noon, is it?" Taylor shrugged helplessly:

"First of all, I have to go through the barracks of the Lombard Grand Duke - and there are more than 10,000 northern men who are strong and energetic and full of nowhere to vent."

Putile shook his head: "Lumba does not dare to endanger your safety... Attacking the fortress and encroaching on the north, and murdering the heirs against the Star Kingdom are two different concepts."

"Lumba may not dare, but his opponents are afraid to see such a thing... We still have to be careful," Sonya said with a hearty smile: "Arak will take his anger guard and **** you to the barracks of Rumba. The doorway."

"Arak?" Taylors remembered the dangerous man with aggressiveness and his disdainful look when he looked at himself. He shook his head. "Are you sure he is willing to do this?"

"I don't deny that I hate him," Sonia snorted. "But he is really on the battlefield, the guy who has the most hands with the Exeter."

"And, this is what he insisted on - originally I was going to make Miranda..."

Tyres can't help but glimpse.

Insist on escorting me?

He began to think back to the man's appearance... Arak Mu.

Really a good name.

I must have heard it.

Just then, a black-haired female swordsman walked slowly onto the wall, and the black gloves pressed on the left chest, and looked at Sonya with a blank expression: "The team of the mission is ready, please your highness. People will go to the final confirmation."

Although the female swordsman called her Highness, she did not look at the direction of Tells from beginning to end, nor did she bow to him.

"Yeah." Sonya nodded and turned to look at Tyres and Putier.

One side of Putilai sighed: "I will go with you... Miss Arend."

Tyres is a glimpse.

Aaronde...

The female swordsman - Miranda Arende nodded hard and walked down the wall with Putil.

Still did not look at Taylors.

"Don't mind," Sonia faintly smiled: "Miranda is the only daughter of the Duke of Aaron, her father was imprisoned in the kingdom, and the family is so shamed that it is normal for you to be guilty."

"Oh," said Teres, nodding. "I seem to have heard of Wyatt. There is a famous female ending swordsman in the fortress. I heard that it is the ‘throwing’ of the Tower of the End...”

"It's a 'seed'," Sonya looked at Miranda's back and sighed: "The Tower of the End preserves a lot of fighting skills and end-of-war inheritance before the end of the war. Among them, swordsmanship is the most. Its inheritors are constantly developing new swordsmanship, techniques and even the power to end, to train the human world for generations of end-controllers - and only a few of the best students can get 'seeds' The title, such as Miranda."

"They are hopeful people who have the power to end the mission."

Tyres looked at Sonya and frowned slightly.

The power of the end.

The extraordinary power of human self-awakening.

Another news worthy of attention.

What is the connection with my kind of volatility?

Sonya didn't know what Taylors was thinking. She continued to helplessly: "Even so, Miranda's recent situation is still very difficult."

"After the Duke of Aarond was released from prison, the North was hosted by several of her father's most trusted vassals, waiting for her to return after the end of the crisis... but Aaron's cousins ​​and cousins ​​are all north. The inheritance of the Duke of the State is in sight."

"Fortunately, although Val Allend was imprisoned, he is still the Duke of the North. His Majesty is not guilty of treason, nor deprives him of his title and territory, but merely accuses him of murdering foreign politicians. It’s a bit of comfort.”

Sonya sighed deeply: "I just didn't think he would do such a thing. You know, in the ten years of the Broken Dragon Fortress, Wall has always been our backup."

"He is a coward!"

Just then, a thick but disturbing voice came from far away.

"Compared to his heroic brothers, Val Allende is a full-fledged coward who has lost the face of his blood brothers... They are desperately guarded by His Holiness, and they are not stepping back." I saw Arak · Mu’s figure walked slowly down the wall, and his face was impatient:

"In contrast, twelve years ago, what the Duke of War was scared by Exeter's hybrids... I still believe in Lombard."

"I want to say that the only good thing he did was to kill the prince of Exeter."

"At least this time, you said this after Miranda left," Sonya sighed her forehead and sighed: "Don't I thank you for your kindness and take care of her mood?"

“Her mood?” Arakka snorted. “Is it like someone who will consider these?”

Taylors rolled his eyes in the bottom of his heart: Why is this guy always owing money to others?

Sonya snorted: "What are you doing?"

Arakah sent a disdainful look to her.

"I am looking for this little devil," Arak's fierce gaze looked at Tyres, leaving the latter slightly nervous: "The 300 people of the Angry Guard are ready... If you really want to go to Exeter, At least don't let me wait too long."

"It looks like you are not very satisfied with my north, Ms. Mu," Taylors couldn't help but ask: "Why would you like to send me to the military camp in Rumba?"

Sonya breathed a sigh of relief.

Araca fixedly looked at Tells, so that the latter could not help but feel awkward.

"Because I owe a comet a human feeling," he said slowly, "and you hate to swear the imp, just surnamed the comet."

After all, Arakah turned and left without turning back.

"We will leave in the afternoon."

"Don't grind."

Tyres and Sonya watched Arak's figure go.

"Don't get me wrong," Sonya said sarcastically to Tels: "That's his unique way of saying 'hello' - you know, Arak is more shy."

shy?

Tyres couldn't help but spit out his tongue.

“Is it the reason for the disagreement?” Taylors suddenly asked.

"Well?" Sonya showed a confused expression.

"The dispute between you and the Baron Mu is not a specific hatred." Taylors thought, silently.

"And, what you said, about him and my uncle, that is, the words of Prince Horace..." Tyres hesitated, but said: "Although he looked very annoying, Alacca It’s not like someone who will lick a knife from behind."

Sonya was silent for a second.

"That is indeed a swear word." Sonya smiled bitterly: "At that time, Arakah took the remaining troops, bathed with blood all the way to kill Exeter's encirclement, and grabbed the body of Prince Horace."

"Before the Fortress Peace Treaty, the Stars Regiment went north to join the remaining remnants of the kingdom, and beaten Exeter in the north, the cliffs, and the central government, and beaten three casualties. We suffered heavy losses, and the other side also The casualties are not small. I saw it with my own eyes: almost crazy Arak, his impact and lethality on the battlefield, even Exeter’s most proud epee infantry is also jealous... I think this It was also the reason why Exeterk sat down to negotiate."

Taylors was taken aback.

The man who is impatient is actually...

"As for the idea, that's right," Sonya sighed. "John - your father's uncle, he has left the Stars and Legion's operational principles, is steady and cautious, try to protect himself, move forward flexibly, and wait for an attack."

"But the army of Prince Horace is ruthless and the military regulations are fierce. Arak is used to playing hard battles and **** battles under his command. Because the casualties are too high, there are always a large number of recruits in the army of Arak. He only left those tough guys who have been **** and dead..."

Sonya shook her head: "I don't understand why we have to put our two together. We are not even in line on the battlefield."

"Maybe this is the purpose of the king." Tells said suddenly.

In Sonya's puzzled eyes, Thales looked up: "When you keep the fortress for a long time, you need a steady and cautious co-existing master, but when the Exeter soldiers press the border, they need someone who can play **** the front. ”

Sonya looked up and gave him a look.

"Maybe it is." Sonya smirked out loudly: "They are right. You really don't look like a normal child. It's not without reason to choose you."

"Cough..."

Thales scratched his head and wanted to find a topic to transfer: "Right, there have been such brilliant achievements, why is Araka not very famous?"

Sonya slammed it all at once.

"Not very famous?" Sonya stared at him with a big eyes, a look of "how possible."

Taylors narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"No," Sonya reacted and smiled and shook her head. "You must know him - even if you don't know his real name."

Under the ignorant look of Tyres, Sonya looked up and looked at the Exeter military camp in the distance, showing the light in her eyes:

"From the hustle to the king, every star knows him."

"At least know his nickname."

Tyres widened his eyes in surprise.

Everyone knows……

At that moment, he knew who Arak Mu was.

——————

Under Ramon’s “diagnosis and treatment”, Chora’s injury has stabilized, but he obviously cannot follow the north.

"Yes, we need to add a suite."

Putier walked on the side of the well-packed Tais, followed by Wye, wrapped in a bandage, Rolf, whose arm was splint, and Edda, who was still decadent because of the cold:

“There are at least some benefits... We’re adding from the fortress to the war veterans of the battlefields, not the manor squadrons of the comet family who are dominated by single fighting and protection training –”

Thales looked at the thirty standing, sturdy veterans who were armed with weapons ranging from sword shields, bows, rifles to axes.

The former Duke of the Stars of the Legion has guarded, and Jenad stood firm in the forefront, making Tyres a little worried.

Puttier continues:

"Thanks to the trial under your gallows, many veterans are willing to join our mission... Even many people feel that our journey is dangerous."

They walked through the last row of soldiers, and a young black-haired man with a pair of guns happily waved at him.

Tyres frowned: "Veteran?"

"He insisted on coming," Putilai looked at the sun-warring Willow Ken and spread his hand: "But there are only twenty-nine veterans in the volunteers, the others are recruits - I want to get together." At least, this new recruit who is kind to your kindness is also reliable."

Tyres smiled at Willow: "At least they gave him a new pair of soldiers."

Putility shrugged: The spears that were broken in the storeroom were more than that it was not difficult to cut a pair of short ones.

"But that suspicious doctor... Do you really want to bring him?" Putilla looked at Ramon and shook his head and shook his head: "I thought you had learned the lesson from the Duke of Iris..."

Ramon shrank in the team and looked up at the eyes of Taylors inadvertently. He was slightly surprised and quickly bowed his head.

"Don't worry, I asked him about his origins and he had an agreement with him," Tyres looked at Ramon in a complicated way: "And he did save Jola."

Blame the doctor.

The power in his hand.

If you guessed it right, that is...

I need to know more.

"If you have no doubts, Your Highness," Sonya came from a distance, followed by a cold-faced Miranda: "According to the agreed time, it is time to set off."

"Arak has already selected three hundred Shields of the Guards." The flower of the fortress squatted and patted the shoulders of Tells, but this time her hand was a little heavier: "Sorry, number No more, there are only 3,000 people in the country, but Araka is the old man."

She turned to the distance with the bow and arrow, and the obviously impatient light armor man sweared: "They will **** you all the way to the border."

Tyres exhaled a mist and stepped on the foot, belonging to the snow of the stars.

He looked up and silently said: "Of course."

Sonya nodded at him.

The second prince of the stars showed a relaxed smile to everyone:

"Let's go."

"Follow me, go see the kingdom of the dragon!"

Ever since, the cross double star flag representing the kingdom of stars has been erected at the same time as the nine-pointed star flag symbolizing the comet family.

Wyatt straddles the northern North Horse, a unique horseshoe in the north, and pulls Tyres on the saddle.

"I will swear to take a good reins, Your Highness," Wyatt said seriously: "Please don't worry about your safety."

Thales nodded in a natural place: "Then give it to you, the attendant officer." - He has become accustomed to the "excessive force" of Wyatt's attitude.

Puttier and several horse-trained, surviving comet squadrons ride the remaining horses.

Rolf is obviously not suitable for horse riding, and Edda does not know why he shakes his head as soon as he sees the horse.

Araka rode his horse to the side of Tyres, and the sword shield behind him was stunned.

"Don't scare the urine, the devil," Araka said coldly. "I listened to the people on duty and said that Exeter prepared a welcome ceremony for us."

what?

Taylors a glimpse.

He still didn't respond, he listened to Arak's shouting at the gate of the head:

"Open the gate!"

With the metal friction of the hinge, the north gate of the Broken Dragon Fortress slowly rises.

Tyres took a deep breath, followed the star mission of less than forty people, plus the **** guard of more than 300 people, slowly stepped out of the Broken Dragon Fortress and headed north.

They first passed through the five fortresses in the north of the Broken Dragon Fortress, and the soldiers above were bowed and stern.

But Taylors quickly understood what Arakah said about the "welcome ceremony."

On the snow in front of the white, many people appeared in abruptness.

Or, the army of Exeter.

It was the infantry of the six brigades, arranged in an "eight" shape on the left and right, distributed on both sides of the road ahead of them.

Putile’s pupils shrink: the number of infantry in each brigade is nearly four hundred—that is, more than two thousand Exeter infantry are waiting in front of them.

The people in the group unconsciously nervous, and Wyna clenched the reins.

"That's our welcome ceremony?" Tyres looked badly at the Exeter military squad not far ahead: "They really crossed the border..."

He turned his head and glanced at the fortress, and Sonya's figure was faintly visible.

"Be prepared," Arak, who walked in front, turned his head and said to his soldiers: "Don't let go."

"Maybe for the demonstration," Putilie frowned. "But it doesn't have to be in front of the fortress... It's the same effect when we enter the military camp in Exeter."

"I have a bad feeling." Tyres was pale and authentic.

"So you have to go back? Little prince?" Araka said sarcastically: "It’s still time to go back."

"What a joke," Taylor sighed and closed his eyes, then blinked: "Go ahead."

"Reassured," Putilla said: "Lumba will not be stupid to the prince and heirs who killed the stars at the border between the two countries."

"As long as we don't do anything provocative, give the other party an excuse."

They marched slowly until they entered the "eight" shape.

"They didn't say that there would be such a thing..." In the team, Ramon looked nervously and touched a black-haired soldier next to him: "The mission should not be a problem?"

"Ah?" Willow Ken stunned, then reacted and smiled and patted Ramon's shoulder: "Reassured! I met them... Exeter's soldiers are fine."

"That's good?" Ramon glanced, but the words of Willow made him look like earth.

"If you want to kill you, their swords are sharp - they won't be tempered, you won't suffer."

At this time, the infantry full of six brigades slowly moved.

The people in the group suddenly became nervous!

Fortunately, the soldiers of Exeter did not come to them.

On the left and right sides of the mission, the first two Exeter brigades marched slowly, and the mission almost passed by. Taylors could even see the beards and yellow teeth of the northern soldiers.

Their looks are rough and fierce, and tall soldiers are often equipped with big axes or huge maces.

The Exeter also turned his head and looked back at the star's mission.

"Puff puff……"

The heavy footsteps on the snow came in disorder, but the momentum of more than two thousand people in all directions made these intensive footsteps sound in the ears.

They walked past the sides of the mission.

Tyres looks a glimpse.

For the first time, he faced the army of thousands of people, and he was a little confused.

But not only him.

Even the sword guards of the anger guards can not help but be nervous.

"Puff puff……"

"Stabilize." Alaka said.

The sly Taylors wanted to calm down, so he turned his head and saw the soldiers on the sides of the North.

From the armor, the blade, the action to the march, Exeter's infantry squad is obviously not as well-organized and uniform as the square of the stars. There is a hand-held axe wearing a chain armor, and there is a single-handed sword with only a breastplate. There is a shield with a spear, and there are even swords and shields similar to the Star Sword Shield, but Thales clearly feels that these infantry are not the same as the infantry of the stars.

They all have one thing in common: the eyes are not good, the expressions are fierce, the momentum is compelling, and the look is full of contempt and disdain.

These infantrymen held the iron fist pattern—representing the banner of the Lombard family, but from time to time, the demonstrations also rubbed, knocked, and swayed their own blade, murderous, as if they would be wild at any time.

"Puff puff……"

Not quite right.

Tyres secretly told himself.

If it is a demonstration...

"They are all light infantry - at least to the standards of the people of the North."

"Exeter's famous two-handed epee infantry and heavy armored axe, and even the northern heavy cavalry are not there, even the light cavalry." Putilla thought deeply and slowly:

"If it is the latter, it is simply too simple to kill us... the light infantry should be just a demonstration."

"Then why didn't they take other powerful weapons to demonstrate?" Tyres frowned and asked: "A group of heavy infantry, stepping on us next to us... This is better? ?"

Puttier also frowned.

It’s really weird...

"Puff puff……"

"Don't let go!" Arak Mu's voice sounded.

"Even if it is more than two thousand light infantry, it is enough to smash us into pieces in half an hour." Arak tightened the silver-black metal bow behind his back and turned his head to them coldly:

"On the battlefield of the army, there is no support and cover, and the masters of the extremes can't support a quarter of an hour."

But in the next moment, the situation has completely changed.

The six occupants of the Exeter moved slowly, and the two leading teams, after crossing them, suddenly turned to the officers under the command of the officers and joined each other.

"Puff puff……"

The footsteps of two thousand people are constantly coming!

Exeter's light infantry, around them, slowly changed from "eight" to "mouth".

"They are surrounded us!" Wyah yelled: "What does this mean?"

Puttier looked shocked at the Exeter in front of him.

Taylors looked incredulously in the distance and wanted to see the front.

impossible.

"Stop!" Alaka screamed and stopped the entire mission and **** team: "In-situ array!"

Despite the tension and embarrassment, the more than 300 soldiers of the stars—especially the veterans—shunned in an orderly manner, and the sword shield became a wall, forming a round array around the prince.

"It’s impossible to rush out now," Arakah looked at the surrounding Exeter in a rage: "This bunch of hybrids..."

Stars in the suspicion and tension, watching the murderous Exeter infantry around.

"What should I do now?" Wyatt asked with a bite.

“Do they have people who can communicate? Officers or commanders?” Teres nervously asked: “For the benefit of Rumba, they dare not kill me...”

But the next moment, a few strange and majestic orders, sounded in the army of Exeter.

The look of Arak and Putila has changed dramatically!

There are still many old people.

They recognized this Exeter military order.

In the next second, the Exeter infantry of the six battalions of more than 2,000 people raised their swords and screamed out!

"wooh!wooh!wooh!"

The snoring of the sky made Teres's heart tremble: "They... what?"

The next moment, I saw the Exeter infantrymen look pale and open their feet.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The footsteps that are bigger than when you just marched like a thunder.

More than two thousand infantry armed with swords, from six directions, rushed toward the squad of Tyres!

"kill!"

Exeter's light infantry screamed wildly and rushed at them.

Taylor looked at everything in front of him.

Doesn't it mean that Rumba does not dare to endanger my safety?

[waiting for the arrival of His Royal Highness]

Then why...

Why does he want to... kill me?

"Damn," Putile widened his eyes in surprise, pulling out the half-sword of the waist: "They actually..."

A larger snoring sounded out of the air, interrupting Putier's words:

"The enemy charge!"

At the center of the team, Arak Mumu was stunned. He controlled the restless mount and pulled out a fierce two-handed sword. He yelled at the Star's **** team, his anger guard:

"Ready to fight!"

The book broke through 500,000 words! Saflower celebration!

(End of this chapter)