The door of the study was knocked, and a subordinate walked in and carefully placed a metal cylinder in front of El Salvador.

"Sir, this is a secret letter I just received."

El Salvador waved his hand seriously, and after his men walked out, he unscrewed the small metal tube.

Because this way of sending letters is delivered by trained Liaoying. If letters that are too heavy and too large will affect the burden of Liaoying, these secret letters are extremely short.

After expanding, there were some special numerical symbols on it. El Salvador picked up a book called "Imperial Infantry Practice" from the bookshelf behind it. After opening it, he followed the corresponding page by page according to the symbols on the secret letter, and then pieced together the content of the secret letter.

After closing the book, Salvador sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Hmph... should I say it was a coincidence? Or is it luck standing on our side... Odin people, greedy Odin people... But this greed happened to help us a lot."

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"Drink!"

With a thick shout, the horse's hooves flew, and rushed into the camp. Wherever he passed, there was a strong wind. The wind was sandwiched against the thin snow particles, slashing on the faces of the soldiers beside him, and their faces hurt. However, these burly soldiers stood in awe and cast their respectful eyes at the team of knights running past him.

The hundreds of cavalry were like a stream of black iron passing by, flowing into this camp.

This camp has been continuous for several miles, a typical legion camp with mixed troops. The trench in front of the camp is deep and wide, and the fences are dense and high. A small river passes across the left side of the camp and turns a bend. It is the morning, and many Odin soldiers in fur coats are holding hammers to break the ice and get water by the river.

In this far north, even though it was almost March, it was still a snowy place. The wind blew in the middle of the night, making the ice on the river surface thick and hard. Even the majestic Odin soldiers held a hammer and smashed it down with one hammer, it was just a white seal. This brought a lot of trouble to the soldiers who fetched the water. However, the Odin people had long been used to this kind of life. They skillfully knocked on the ice on the river surface in groups of two or three, threw the ice piece into the huge wooden barrel and took it back. Then, teams of cavalry who had been fucked in the morning also ran back. The reindeer of the Odin soldiers gathered by the river to drink water. The deer and the people were exhausted and gasped, and the white air in their mouths became connected.

The cold weather makes people feel cold, but for Odin people who have lived in the northern country for many years, they have long been used to it. Even some particularly tough Odin men stood by the river, took off their leather armor, and put on their upper body, revealing their strong body that had been slapping in the ice and snow of the northern country. The muscles on their bodies were like beasts, laughing and cursing each other in the cold wind, grabbing handfuls of white snow and rubbing them indifferently, and rubbing their bodies red, even if they had taken a shower.

The tomahawk and hammer placed next to it had already frozen a layer of ice. These Odin soldiers didn't care. They grabbed it and tapped it a few times, and the ice edges fell off.

Such a toughness, if it were to the Byzantines in the south, would be like a barbarian in the prehistoric world.

The river was busy in the morning, but at this moment, a thick and distant sound of trumpets came from the military camp in the distance. The sound was still sandwiched with the sonorous drumbeats. The sound came, which immediately cheered up these Odin soldiers!

"Hasting is back! Hasting is back!!"

Odin is a barbaric and rude person, and does not stick to any etiquette. The distinction between superiors and subordinates is not very rigorous. Even if he is a soldier, he can call the general's name directly, but the orders are prohibited, but it is particularly harsh. Everyone seems to be accustomed to this tradition and does not feel that calling the general's name is disrespectful.

For Odins, who are tough and bold by nature, respect is enough to be put in their hearts, and there is no need to be too humble in their mouths.

The team of black cavalry who rushed into the camp were cheering everywhere: "Hasting is back." Even the soldiers on the tall watchtower took off their leather hats and shouted loudly.

The black cavalry went straight into the depths of the camp and rushed to the innermost dense camp. The leading cavalry suddenly roared, and the horse's hooves flew, and the front hooves stood up and neighed, and stopped immediately. The riders behind the riders all stopped their horse's hooves, and the speed of the Mercedes stopped at once, and they were nailed to the ground as firmly as nails!

Many Odin soldiers in fur coats surrounded him. The riders threw various preys hanging on the saddle to the ground and let the soldiers pick them up and carry them back.

The leading black knight turned over and dismounted, gently pushed the cover armor on his helmet up, revealing his face. Who is not the Odin martial god Hasting?

Hasting's face was covered with white frost. At first glance, the sweat flowing out was frozen in the cold wind, and his eyebrows turned white. He laughed, wiped his face with his backhand, and then grabbed the triangular war gun on the saddle, strode to the entrance of a camp, and stabbed hard, and heard a bang, snow and soil flying, and one-third of the triangular war gun was directly pierced into the soil by him.

A magnificent warrior Odin, who was as magnificent as a black bear, walked up to him and helped him take off the leather cloak behind him with both hands. Hasting laughed: "I'm lucky today, I got a snow leopard! That thing ran fast, which made me run ten miles more before I caught it. If I hadn't been greedy for its fur and was determined to capture it alive, I would have been back for breakfast long ago!"

Sure enough, with Hasting's shout, the two cavalry ran out, holding a net in their hands, and a leopard with snow-white fur inside was tied up, but they still grinned and screamed.

"Brave Hasting! Martial Hasting!!"

The cheers around him started again, and Hasting laughed and said to the majestic Odin warrior: "Tug my horse down, feed it, and wash it carefully. This haunting weather has been running for the middle of the night and sweating so much. Don't freeze it."

After saying that, he walked into the huge camp with cheers.

The tent is so big that it is like a big house. Thirty-six thick wooden stakes are nailed to the corners. The thick tents are made of leather bases, made of various leathers such as deer leather, cowhide, etc., and are not penetrated by rain and snow.

In the tent, dozens of thick fur were covered with thick fur, which was soft and warm when stepped on, without any coldness. On both sides of the tent, there was high-quality deer oil in six braziers, all of which were made of spices, and the fire was cooked with bright fire, but there was no black smoke with smoke.

As soon as he entered the tent, it became much warmer. Two magnificent but bald Odins came up, bent down to serve Hasting, took off his armor, put on a black robe, and served him to spread his hair all over his head. Someone held a golden bowl, filled with a bowl of hot deer blood. Hasting also drank it all. After the deer blood entered his mouth, a heat and warmth suddenly rose up in his abdomen, without any chills.

A moment later, more than a dozen generals of the army wearing various armor came into the tent. After entering, the bald servants hit the mat, and everyone sat on the ground casually, sat around the tent, looking at Hasting quietly, waiting for the leader to issue orders.

Hasting stood there, his hair was disheveled, his leather robe was half open, revealing his strong chest. Looking at the more than ten Odin generals in front of him, the Odins were generally tall and majestic. In contrast, Hasting looked much thinner, but so many majestic men like beasts looked at him with respect and surrender. Hasting couldn't help but feel a faint sense of heroism in his heart.

This is my legion!!

"It's been a month since the correction, have you guys rested?" Hasting sneered.

The generals below immediately shouted.

"I've had enough rest! I can't be more than enough!"

"Yes, in a month, everyone's bones have frozen. If you don't move for a few more times, you'll probably be frozen!"

"This day of eating and drinking all day is so suffocating! Hasting, take us to fight!"

"Yes! If our Black Flag Army doesn't fight, our body will itch for three days! Hahahaha!"

"If this continues, the boys will have to grow fat! What will it look like!!"

Looking at the passionate crowd below, Hasting smiled with satisfaction, then raised his hand and immediately cut off the shouting in the tent like a knife. Everyone shut their mouths and stared at their commander tightly.

"Okay! Since you have had enough rest, it's time to move!" Hasting's eyes gradually showed a sharp edge like a blade, and he sneered: "There are really no fun in these snowy days. Do you dare to follow me to hunt!"

hunt?

Everyone looked confused.

"Hasting, where can we go to hunt? Are we going to the savages in the northern tundra? Or to the west to fight those unsubmissive barbarians?"

"None aren't." Hasting snorted, his eyes forced everyone to close their mouths again: "To the north and west, it's all the snow. The snow is so thick that it's gone, so we deer can't run away! The cold wind blows people's skin is almost cracked! The roasted meat is frozen into stones in just one breath... What's the f*cking feeling like in that kind of place!"

Everyone below suddenly had their eyes lit up.

"South!!" Hasting said the answer loudly: "The south is warm, the land is soft, our deer can run, and those Byzantines are the prey of us Odins! Do you dare to follow me to hunt!"

South?! Byzantine?!

The Odin general in the tent was stunned.

Going south to fight Byzantium? Although it is an attractive idea,... this is not a trivial matter of private hunting!

The structure of the Odin Empire was loose. Although it was called the empire, there were still many areas within it in tribal situations. Even in remote places, some barbarian tribes were disobedient to the rule of the Divine Emperor. Therefore, in the Odin Empire, some troops occasionally went out to hunt and kill privately, which was also a kind of act that His Majesty of the Divine Emperors acquiesced in the past dynasties.

But... to the south... it's not as simple as private hunting, but to launch a national war!

"Are you scared?" Hasting raised his eyebrows and looked at everyone with a sneer: "If you are afraid, get out of my tent, and then get a bag and go back to Odin City! There are no cowards left in my Black Flag Army!"

As soon as these words were said, there was an uproar below, and the Odin general shouted: "What are you afraid of! We are not cowards! How could the Odins be afraid of those Byzantine sheep!!"

"that is!"

"Hasting! Don't underestimate people!!"

"We are not cowards!"

Finally, someone shouted: "Hasting! We are not cowards! But if you go south, you will be able to incite war without your order..."

Hasting laughed, suddenly turned around, walked to a case and grabbed something from the table, turned his head and threw it on the ground.

The thing was thrown before everyone's eyes, and everyone's words suddenly stopped.

This is a gold medal, the size of a palm, with a bear head full of fangs on it. The gold medal shines in the fire in the tent.

"Your Majesty's gold medal!?"

Hasting snorted and shouted loudly: "This is Your Majesty's gold medal! I received it yesterday! Your Majesty's orders us... to the south!!"

At this moment, everyone had no doubts? Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers in the tent.

"South! South! South!!"

Amid the cheers, the Odin general yelled: "Kill the Byzantine sheep and snatch their horses and armor!!"

Seeing everyone cheering, Hasting suddenly raised his hand and slapped it on the case with a bang, and suddenly the tent became solemn.

"Three days!"

Hasting's face was full of sharpness: "I only give you three days!! At noon in three days, the deer must be fed, the armor must be prepared, and the weapons must be wiped. We are going to hunt this time! We don't bring any heavy baggage, and set off lightly! When we arrived at the south, we killed the Byzantine sheep, are you still afraid that there will be no baggage! At noon in three days, the whole army will set off and go south! Whoever dragged back then cut back and hanged it on the flagpole!"

All the generals in the tent stood up and stood in front of him. After Hasting finished speaking, more than a dozen generals Odin shouted.

"southward!!"

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Ke Kelan strode into the door, winked, and then the two warriors immediately closed the door and hung a thick leather curtain.

This tall, handsome but feminine nobleman Odin, now had a gloomy face, walked into his hall, sat heavily on the wide chair, grabbed a small harp, gently plucked the strings, but finally became uneasy. With a clanging sound, a string broke at his fingertips.

Ke Kelan's face looked even more ugly, and she looked up at another person in the room.

Via was already standing there, her head full of purple hair was wrapped in a hood, her long bow on her back, a light leather robe, and her face was still covered with half of the iron face.

"You're leaving?" Ke Kelan frowned.

"One hundred days have passed." Via's tone was still so cold, and the half-stunning face was expressionless: "My business has been done."

"I'm afraid not." Ke Kelan sneered: "Do you know what news I just got?"

Via didn't speak, and didn't even look at Ke Kelan.

Ke Kelan sighed before whispering: "My great father has sent my dear brother to Odin City! If I'm not wrong, I should go to Hasting."

Via still didn't speak.

"Don't you understand what I mean?" Ke Kelan sneered: "My news is that my great father sent someone to send a gold medal! If nothing unexpected happens, Hasting's legion will start immediately... Guess where his troops will point at this time?"

Via finally spoke: "I remember that Odin's mission has only been on the way for less than ten days, and is still on the way. Are you Odin people planning to attack while having a peace talk?"

"I'm not worried about this." Ke Kelan gritted his teeth: "But this time I sent troops, I didn't get any news! Do you understand? My great father didn't even see me or say a word to me! My army is still repairing in the east..."
To be continued...