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"Damn it! It's almost that way, and I'll be able to turn over the ridge!" Smuggler Narendo looked frustrated, and he came out of the Samor Barracks with a heavy heart, and he kept blaming himself.

"Whipping" Narendo felt a whistling wind passing by his ears. A Samor's herald passed by him on a horse. The flying horseshoes splashed the soft soil on the ground. The huge horse quickly Turned into a black spot on the road in the distance

"What's the matter! Fuck! It's Frederick's kid!" Narendo watched the disappearance of the Sumerian soldiers who disappeared in the distance for a while. In his image, the Samorian army seemed more rigorous in capturing the smugglers. ,

On weekdays, it is very easy to get along with nearby farmers, various smugglers, and the chamber of commerce that gathers here, especially Frederick Herald. This lively young man is a good person who sometimes meets smugglers who have been caught and greets him eagerly. This unusual behavior is the first time he sees it.

"It's a **** of a season!" Narendo looked up at the darkened sky. The air was dull, and the black clouds blocked the sun. The humble water vapor in the air seemed to be here soon. It will rain,

Narendo quickly speeded up, hoping to rush to the town of Carat in front of the heavy rain, where there is still a batch of goods that have not been seized. Thinking that the heavy rain may wet the seized goods, Narendo is anxious to cry. That's all good military food. If it gets wet, it's all gone

"No, I must rush back immediately!" Narendo ran up in small steps, his slightly fat body trembling, like a fat rabbit constantly jumping,

Tread! Narendo heard a sound of horseshoes in the distance, and now the Samor's herald was wrapped in dust and turned around again. Like a savior, Narendo waved "Frederick! Stop! Stop!"

"Boss Narendo! Why are you still here!" The herald soldier saw Narundo waving his arms, quickly strangling the galloping horse, stopped in front of him, and the horseshoe hit the stone pavement with a clear sound ,

"Can you take me to Carat? I'm in a hurry!" Narendo shouted anxiously, and now he wanted to redeem the goods immediately. Although the one hundred thousand gold coins are not decimal, the batch of food is worth at least. If it is transported to Kyoto, it will be several times over. If you suffer from Ran in the camp, you will lose a lot this time.

"Carat town? Why are you going there?" Frederick, the herald soldier, hesitated. An expression of silence

"I give money! As long as I take me to Carat town, I am willing to pay ten gold coins!" Narendo looked at the commander pitifully. "I know you are a good person, help me, I will be grateful to you !"

"You don't need to go to Clarke Town!" Herald Frederick hesitated a little before responding solemnly. "It has been requisitioned. Now everyone except the army has moved to the town of Rondo!"

"No! How could this happen!" Narendo turned pale, secretly thanking that he hadn't returned to the town, and thought of the goods that he still left in the town, which were all invisible military supplies. I found out that my head might be over

"Because of the war! Our war with Kyoto has exploded!" Herald Frederick looked excited. "The corps just issued a mobilization order! Those nasty Kyoto guys are going to have bad luck this time!"

"War with Kyoto?" Narendo was said to be stunned, and soon his ecstatic expression climbed to his face. The Kyoto embargo made him a big businessman of the Kyoto commercial line almost bankrupt. The news of the war broke out against him To speak, it is tantamount to the wonderful voice of heaven

"Long live! War!" Narendo shouted happily. The unhappiness had just been thrown out of the sky. In Samor, war means a new business road and new wealth.

"Boss Narendo, if I were you. Now rush to the Ford town of Laiwu, ten miles to the north." The whip in the hands of Frederick Frederick pointed to the north, and the voice slowly said

"The Legion is gathering the caravans who are willing to follow the expedition, which is the best opportunity for wealth! Think about it, the bustling Kyoto will open its beautiful coat in front of you, the Legion has announced that all the caravans that follow the army, Will be eligible to obtain the highest priority of Kyoto business management rights!"

"Thank you, Frederick!" Narendo couldn't wait any longer, and waved to the stunned herald, his fat and trembling body jumped again. Like Narendo, countless merchants just announced in the announcement Before the gathering, the content above excited everyone's blood, "Long live! War! War!" The merchants waved their fists excitedly before the announcement.

The smugglers gathered in the western hills cheered, and a carriage full of goods ran out of the town, with the roaring smoke and the desire for wealth, they ran to the northern town of Laiwu Ford, where there was their hope.

A group of Samor soldiers pulled out from the camp and gathered in the direction of Kyoto. The horses were booming like guns. The flat plains were covered with soldiers. The camps were filled with the banks of the Samoli River. There were soldiers, merchants, and even There are also the Hulin people in the south. No one believes that Kyoto can withstand the attacks of the Samoan army. Now Kyoto is like a cake destined to be divided, see who starts quickly!

The war mobilization order announced by Samor, making this sudden explosion war like a deformed monster, urges everyone's heart, wealth, glory, land, all kinds of together into a huge, unstoppable torrent .

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The crackling sound of the torch in the night wind~lightnovelpub.net~ The flying Mars burst into a bright spot and finally merged into the darkness around him. King Guitar III stood up solemnly and looked at the chilling below. Minister, the mouth spit out breathlessly

"Speak, is there any news in the North?" Shen Sheng, the King of the Guitar III, asked below, the fire shining on his face, half dark and half pale, strange and terrible in the fire, terrible silence below, all the ministers were low No one answered, no one dared to look up at the face of His Majesty the King, because everyone knows that it must be an angry and distorted face.

"Tirnarant! You come! You put forward the hurricane plan!" The cold eyes of Guitar III glanced over, and finally fixed on a person,

The eyes of the ministers turned to the back at the same time, and they were set at the last figure in the queue of ministers.

Tirnarant came out of the queue, without a trace of fluctuation in his steady face, took a secret letter from his arms, strode to the front of Guitar III, and placed it gently in front of all the ministers In front of Guitar III, a respectful whisper, "Your Majesty, don’t be anxious. Ten days ago, the North had already acted! Now, the Stian family’s army should have crossed the Ai Klaisi Mountains! Samor’s Northern Garrison I would never have imagined that there would be an army of the Stian family behind them!"