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Snowy nights, the Normandy plains, the sky and the sky are so blue, the cold weather has left the ground open with a gap of dryness, as if it has never been changed in thousands of years Flies back and forth, making a whistle that is as harsh as tearing the cloth. In such cold weather, basically no one rushes at night. Even the hottest flames in the cold wilderness will be extinguished. The temperature can drop below minus ⒛ degrees, except for the hungry wolves, any life will choose to retreat,

　　

But out of the tonight, hundreds of small black spots appeared in front of the cold and blizzard in such a situation that the road was almost invisible. They were wearing single bó linen clothes, each face The cold is like a piece of white paper, with more or less blood stains on the body that have been frozen into ice, all kinds of weird agricultural tools clasped in the hand, and the solidified blood stains on it, indicating that these people and Not as simple as ordinary people,

　　

The cold wind was biting. In the wilderness that could not be avoided, they stumbled. In the snow deep in the knees, the first foot was raised, even if the face was cold, white hair frost appeared, their eyes Still unwaveringly staring at the northeast sky,

　　

"Akira! Hold on, we're almost there!" A young man running in front suddenly stopped walking and shouted to a companion next to him, who was completely frozen because of his body. Finally, he fell into the snow in a weird posture like a puppet,

　　

　　 Only the eyeballs can turn, his mouth slightly open, "Don't care about me, keep running!" This is the information revealed by his companion with his eyes, and he tried to show a smiling smile with the corner of his mouth that could finally move.

　　

"Don't waste precious energy, he's not saved, let him be alone in the end calmly!" An associate who caught up from behind asked the young man who tried to pull his frozen companion from the snow. People say

　　

"No, we promised to go back together! I can't leave him behind!" The young man's face was firm, even though he was shaking with cold, bent down, gasping for breath, and the messy hair was covered with snowflakes, all frozen like ice The **** is still holding the companion's hand and is not willing to let go

　　

He was about 20 years old, and the tears in his eyes had not separated from his cheeks. It became two crystal clear ices. The weather was too cold. Just stopped for less than half a minute, and the young people felt cold. Almost all his body lost consciousness, and the bitter cold wind made him almost unable to move.

　　

There are already a lot of companions on this road. It is just like being unable to move and watching the snow falling from the sky, covering my frozen body quickly at an unimaginable speed, until in the vast snow, no longer Can't see the slightest trace, their lonely life stays in this foreign land forever

　　

　　 "What are you doing, don't let him go, unless you want to die with him!" A tall middle-aged man came to him to forcibly separate his hands from the hands of frozen zombies,

　　

　　"I said, I will take him back!" The young man has fallen into a semi-comatose state, whispering in a voice that almost only he cannot hear.

　　

"Stupid! Coward!" Almost in a flash, the middle-aged man raised his hand high and slapped his face with a slap. A strong sense of humiliation made the young man wake up suddenly, and the young man raised his head in anger. Coming from a noble family in Salander who was captured by defeat and then sold here as a slave by the Normans,

　　

"I'm really ashamed of you!" The middle-aged man looked at his palm with a palm mark on his face, and looked at the fellow who was dead. He said, "Look where your partner fell, this is not us. Land, our lives are light on this foreign land bó like falling snow flakes, so they fight desperately, even if they know that it may be the moment of death, they may not necessarily have the opportunity to see the sea that separates the native land, nor They will definitely be able to renew the news to the floral fragrance of Salander, but at least they hope that when they die, they will be closer to their homeland, they can fall, but they are not willing to be able to take the people they want to go back to die!"

　　

　　 "I'm not a coward!" The young man's blood rose, glaring at him, the word coward reminded him of the unpleasant experience of being captured

　　

"If you are not a coward, then go on with the hope of your companions!" The middle-aged man snapped loudly. "Snow is pure. For those of us who are far away from our homeland, it may not be a good belonging, at least. , They don’t have to be thrown away in the wilderness to feed wolves or other carnivores at will, or because the owner is not satisfied, they are tied to the tree trunk and lively peeled by the guards.

　　

The voice of the middle-aged man stopped, and he looked up at the dark sky in the distance and said, "When the snow stops, the Normandy hunt team will come. We will resist together, from more than 1,000 people to less than 100 people now. What’s the point? Isn’t that just hoping to go back to my hometown? It’s not enough from the sea. Here, if everything goes well, we can see the sea tomorrow morning, and there should be our boat there!"

　　

　　 "But...

　　

　　"The stubborn young man also wanted to say,

　　

　　" Keep going, or stay together, like a coward to escape the hope entrusted to you by your companion, you choose it yourself!" The middle-aged man interrupted his words, and then kept moving forward without bias.

　　

One by one, the fugitives walked past the young man. The young man's face was red and white, and he looked at the figure that gradually disappeared in front of him. In the snow,

　　

"Akira! You have to wait for me!" The young man knelt on the snow halfway, made his final farewell to the body of his best friend, raised his head, a flash of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and whispered, "I will take Sarand The most beautiful golden Bian Lisi flowers come back and let this wilderness bury you. Become a sea of ​​golden flowers! I swear to the **** of winter with my distinguished surname Bai Osud!"

　　

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The sun rises from the east horizon, the snow stops, the world is white, a black line appears in the distance, the horseshoe raises snowflakes, and in the dense horseshoe sound, a team of about 100 people of Normandy cavalry appeared in the fugitive last night In the direction of appearance, in front of the cavalry, there are several running hounds running in the snow. The cavalry commander who leads the team is a middle-aged knight with a scar on his face, wearing a polished and shiny armor and a shawl. With a real cloak

　　

He is a local lord Decor. He received a report last night about the attack on the nearby defensive station. According to his guess, he should have met the rumored Salander slaves who gathered in rebellion. According to the principality’s It is stipulated that as a lord, it is the duty of the master to help the slave master to take back the slave. In order to thank the lord for the help, the slave master must also give a gratitude. Decor is advancing this winter, leading to the harvest in the territory I'm worried when I'm not good. Knowing this kind of good thing, before the sky is completely bright, I immediately came with my own guard

　　

　　 A hound that was tracking in front of "Wang Wang" suddenly stopped in front, barking in his mouth, and his eyes were shining, and he used his paws to continually plan the snow layer below, as if something was found.

　　

"Look at it in the past. Last night they attacked a nearby garrison and encountered such heavy snow that a lot of people must have died." Dicol, who leads the team, is a seasoned knight on the battlefield. In the case of fleeing all the way, in this wilderness that cannot be avoided, it must be difficult. His own hound grew up eating human flesh. Such a vigorous move shows that there must be good food below.

　　

The guard cavalry sent out a call, and drove the horse to the ground where the hound was digging. The snow layer revealed the body of a fugitive inside, a veteran guard cavalry squatted down, and after checking it, he stood up and said back to Dirk, "Master, he has been dead for an hour. Judging from other corpses found along the way, the direction of these fugitive slaves should be the seaside!"

　　

　　 "Beach?" Dicol sneered on the battlefield. Do these slaves want to jump back and swim back? What a joke!

　　

"Everyone gets on the horse, let's go to the beach!" Decor shouted with excitement. As a lord near the sea in Normandy, he was no stranger to the flight of Salandu's slave. He even knew that there was Some smuggling merchant ships that travel to and from the open sea sometimes occasionally go back to the smuggling point and take some escaped slaves back, but unfortunately, since Normandy gave up Antoros, the nearby sea has been blocked.

　　

　　 So during this time, there was no smuggling of merchant ships in the coastal area. I can imagine what kind of expressions those salander slaves who look forward to seeing when they suddenly see themselves at the moment of longing,

　　

　　 That must be a very wonderful feeling! There was a trace of blood in Decor's cruel eyes,

　　

He still remembers the same situation last time. More than sixty Salander slaves, some of whom were led back, were dragged back by their own horses and pulled back all the way. When the castle was over, they were already dying. , The bones came out, or else it turned into a pile of meat, the screaming, desperate and helpless voice along the way, and now it reminded Dicol to tremble with excitement,

　　

In particular, there are more than a dozen female slaves in good looks. After playing with a few disability, Dickel threw all these female slaves to his soldiers. For three days, none of them lived. Down, the shattered corpses of white flowers were all thrown on the river beach to feed the hunting dogs, and all the Saland slaves in the territory were called up to watch. The faces of the inexplicable Salander were green, even Someone peeed his pants on the spot,

　　

That kind of funny scene makes Dicol feel that the Salanders are really a weak people. Unlike the Normans who self-proclaimed as wild wolves, such a weak people can only be given by slaves. Match it.

　　

⒛The road in it is just an hour for the cavalry, coupled with the familiarity with the road, so that Dicol’s chasing cavalry found the trace of the fugitives about the distance from the seaside, those clothes The ragged people are cooking, the number is about seventy or eighty people, each one is thin and single bó, in the cold wind wilderness, it is like a bunch of hemp

　　

"Stop!" Decor raised his hands and shouted loudly. The cavalry behind stopped the horse's horseshoes together, bringing up a piece of white snow. The metal vest made a collision and friction sound, under the morning light, Bring up a black dead line

　　

　　 "Is a Norman!"

　　

　　The fugitive who was cooking on the spot looked at the black line in the distance, and suddenly became chaotic,

　　

　　Originally they had rushed to the beach, but unfortunately the turbulent tide on the sea, unlike the sign of a boat docking, they had to rush to another smuggling point where there might be a boat, and the result happened to meet Decol, who was subsequently chased.

　　

"Don't mess up, they are cavalry, they have to hug together if they don't want to die!" It was still the middle-aged man, he obviously had a high reputation among these fugitives, his name was Valal, and before he became a slave, he was Sa A deputy head of the Mamunuk Knights of Rand,

　　

He took his many Mamunuks to cover the evacuation of the large forces, and was defeated by the cavalry of the goshawk Avize and became a captive of the Normans, and he was also the principal of this flight, under his cries. , A part of the Salanders gathered around him, a fork with a trembling arm in the hands, and two simple infantry swords, forming a simple queue, this is the biggest resistance they can organize, panic, Countless emotions such as confusion and fear flash in their eyes,

　　

　　 "Haha, what is this, is Salander gun array?"

　　

Decor looked at himself on the warhorse, erected a group of funny farm tools, and his trembling salander slaves showed a slight smile in the corner of his mouth, if this can also resist the impact of the Normandy cavalry, then Calling a real joke, he drew a double-edged knightly axe from the warhorse manger, raised it against the sun, and shouted "Normandy's warriors, crush them!"

　　

　　 "Charge!"

　　

Hundreds of Normandy cavalry swooped down at a high speed, and the heavy armor on the undulating horseback made a "booming" metal sound, like a magnificent steel wall facing the Saland slaves in front. Pressing, as the cavalrymen run faster and faster, the entire ground trembles in front of this terrible steel charge. The heavy horseshoe sounds like a boring thunder in the winter night. The mighty and magnificent momentum is that a dragon in front will also be crushed. Fragmented

　　

　　 "Never die back!"

　　

The Salanders on the opposite side also made a loud cry. Many of them were Salander’s soldiers. The failed humiliation made them laugh even if they were holding a handle with a handle that made people laugh. Their faces finally showed a certainty,

　　

They gathered the queue as far as possible, letting dozens of Bingnong fork open like a hedgehog, with bloodshot eyes in their round eyes, white lips that were tense, and a cold cold wind squeezed by the opposite cavalry and blowing from the opposite side ,

　　

　　 The distance of tens of meters

　　

"Pappa" The frontal Salanders were all overturned without exception, but the fork in their hands also stabbed the Norman cavalry warhorse, bringing a spark of friction on the metal vest, people turned their horses, and the snow was chaotic. Roll, several Normandy soldiers also fell into the Salander slavery group from the battle horse due to inertia, blood sputtered from the crowd, the sound of Normandy soldiers screaming fiercely, scared the other cavalry quickly turned,

　　

　　"A group of idiots! It would be frightening to give a few forks!

　　

　　Diker in the back was somewhat dissatisfied and yelled. These Saland slaves were able to block the first wave of shock, which also surprised him. He personally drove the horse forward, and all the Normandy cavalry approached him.

　　

　　 "How are we doing?" On the Salander side, Valal was busy unravelling the armor of a Norman corpse and putting it on himself

　　

　　” ⒙ Personal injury, death! The tragic price of the first confrontation made Valalle’s body tremble a little,

　　

"So much!" He took a deep breath, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. According to this contrast, without three rounds, he would collapse on his side. He seemed to think of something, and looked at his companions around him. Looked and said

　　

　　 "Is there an archer here?" No one around answered him. Archer is a very tasteless profession in the Salander army. There is basically no formal establishment, and there are few archers in general Mamunuk.

　　

　　 "No one?" Valalle asked again, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

　　

　　 "I have studied bow and arrow for a while!" A young man stood out from the crowd and said a little embarrassedly. "My family once had a sharp archer, so all generations have asked us to learn something about bow and arrow."

　　

　　 "It's you!" Valalle's eyes lit up, he remembered this young man last night,

　　

He passed the longbow and a bag of arrows found behind the Norman cavalry and asked, "I'm glad you finally made a correct choice. Listen to your tone, it should be a hereditary Mamunuk, also I wonder if your family is...?"

　　

　　 "Baiou Sud!"

　　

　　 The young man took the bow and arrow, tried it on his hand, made a bow-drawing posture, and responded plainly.

　　

"The Dukes of Baiou family....... "" Hearing this surname, Varal's face suddenly changed, his hands stopped in mid-air, and the others stopped their messy voices, all their eyes gathered. On this young man

　　

　　 After half a ring~lightnovelpub.net~Walal said very respectfully "Last night was so rude, I did not expect you to be one of the three duke families in the south"

　　

"It's a thing of the past!" The young man responded to him with a bitter smile. "Because the entire Baiou family died in the southern battle, now I have only one. If I die here today, Baiou Sud this That's it for the last name!"

　　

　　"You just mentioned that there was a sharpshooter in the Bai Ou family. I don’t know if it was Bai Ovaliya called the shooting star!" Wallal asked carefully.

　　

　　 "Well, you didn't expect you to know him too?" The young man's turn was very unexpected this time, and Beowaliya is an alternative to the Beow family.

　　

　　, as a child of the three duke families, did not learn Mamunuk's riding, but plunged into the archery that made most people shameless,

　　

　　 If it wasn't for the outstanding archery, the thirty-four generals who shot and killed the enemy in succession, I am afraid that the white Ovaliya will become the shame of the white Ou family.

　　

　　 "Okay, now we’re going to set it up!" Valal was reluctant to talk about it, glanced at the Normandy cavalry that had been assembled in the distance,

　　

He said to the young man, "The only way we can win each other now is to shoot the other party's commander with a bow and arrow when the other party attacks. As long as the other party is chaotic, we have a chance to survive!" (Unfinished) [This text is provided by @偶氏尊尊, the handsome and handsome Yushu Linfeng Huajian who also sees a tire while driving the update team] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is me The biggest motivation. )