In the dead of night, Wei En was sitting cross-legged on the corridor on the second floor. Not far behind him was Xiaote's room. Footsteps were heard on the stairs. Not long after, Vincent walked up to the second floor carrying a wine bottle. He came to Wei En's room.

Next to him, he handed the wine bottle to Wei En.

Wei En looked up and shook his head. Vincent shrugged, sat down, glanced at Xiao Te's room and asked, "Not out yet?"

"No." Wei En replied dully.

Vincent glanced at him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Xiaot is not an ordinary person."

Wei En raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly said: "Vincent, tell me about Xiaote. I have known him for so long, but I am actually still very unfamiliar with him."

Wen Sete took a sip of wine and thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll tell you about him."

"Xiao Te is one of the "Missour Three Stars" of Rio Fort. You may know this." Seeing Wei En nod, Vincent continued: "There are many folk versions of Xiao Te's previous story. It's true.

Fake, I’m not very sure. However, there are two things I’m sure of. One is that he is the youngest Privy Councilor in the Kingdom and even the mainland, and the other is that when he was 16 years old, he served as a diplomatic envoy to Rotterdam to resolve the crisis on the high seas.

A peace treaty was signed with the Basque Kingdom.”

"What is a crisis on the high seas?" Wei En asked curiously.

"Ten years ago, the Basque Kingdom in the north of the kingdom and Kant had a big dispute over the scope of each other's territorial waters, and they almost went to war. King Heathfield of the Basque Country was a man with a violent temper and advocated using force to solve problems.

The king, in order to avoid war, Queen Mary decided to send the foreign minister to Rotterdam to discuss the matter."

Wei En said: "This is a difficult task. If the peace cannot be reached, it may be the end of losing one's head."

"Yes. At that time, no princes or ministers in the country dared to accept this mission, and some even resigned from their posts to retire. As a last resort, Xiaote, who was only sixteen years old at the time, accepted the mission and went to Rotterdam as envoy."

"I see. The process must have been very tortuous and complicated."

"I'm not very clear about the specific peace negotiation process, but according to the accounts of the officials who went with him, Short argued with all the heroes in the Basque palace. I don't know what method he used, but he actually persuaded Heathfield and Kant to sign a treaty on the high seas.

The agreement has since resolved the territorial dispute between the two parties. Especially when he faced the eyeing king, he always had a calm smile on his face, which became a good talk for a while."

"No wonder the lovers mentioned Tangola's mass, Cromwell's sword poems, and Short's smile when they were in the tavern last time."

"Xiao Te also has many admirable deeds, but it is difficult to tell the truth from the false, so I will not spread rumors. In short, in the royal capital of Fort Rio, when Xiao Te is mentioned, there are very few people who do not raise their eyebrows.

Thumbs up, for a young man in his twenties, this is not easy."

Wei En looked back at the closed door, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip: "I don't know what Cheney meant by Song of Tomorrow. I hope Short will not be in any danger."

Vincent's eyes flickered, and he said slowly: "If I guess correctly, the song of tomorrow should be..." Before he finished speaking, the door creaked, and Cheney opened the door and walked out of the house. The two of them came out.

He hurriedly stood up from the floor and walked forward: "Where is Xiao Te?"

"He is very tired and has rested."

Vincent glanced at Wei En and said, "Is he okay?"

Cheney shook his head, indicating that the problem was probably not serious. Looking at Cheney's face, Wei En breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheney continued: "We have already figured it out. The soldiers at Duohua Ferry were wearing bright armor, with red feathers on their helmets, and they were holding short shields with red, blue, black, and green colors on them.

color."

Vincent silently recited Cheney's description in his mind, raised his thick eyebrows, and asked in surprise: "Isn't this the uniform of the Royal Guards?"

Cheney nodded: "I think so too, and this Royal Guards is likely to be led by Cromwell. Every winter, Cromwell takes his soldiers to the Dakar Grassland to hunt and train troops."

"No wonder they didn't meet us on the road. It seems that after Cromwell got the news, he led his Guards across the grassland and crossed over from the grassland, and reached the ferry ahead of us."

"That should be the truth."

Wei En asked: "Royal Guards? Are they powerful?"

Vincent said "Hmm": "The best of the best."

Wei En was stunned: "Then what should we do?"

"You can't get through by force, not to mention that Cromwell is personally in charge over there. It's a pity that it's not the time yet, there is no ice on the Missal River yet."

Vincent thought: "What did Mr. Short say?"

"He didn't say anything. He just said that Mr. Wei En would make the decision." Cheney replied stiffly. Although his tone was quite polite, it was obvious that Cheney was dissatisfied with Short's decision.

Wei En walked back and forth for a few steps, then suddenly raised his head and said: "Vincent, I remember you told me that to the west of us is the Dakar Grassland, and beyond the Dakar Grassland is York County."

"right."

"In this case, we might as well turn to the west, cross the grassland and return to the town of Gaia, settle Carmen and the others securely, and then make plans."

Cheney frowned and said, "This is inappropriate. The prince has an order and ordered me to escort you back to the three eastern counties."

Wei En looked at Cheney and said with a smile: "Then what do you think we should do?"

Cheney's face turned green and he murmured a few words, but didn't say anything. Vincent said slowly: "Cheney, I think Wei En's idea is feasible. We can't move forward or retreat now. Apart from changing the direction, I'm afraid there is no other option."

There is a way to go."

"Besides, Cromwell has just come from the grassland and may not realize that we will go back for a while. This gives us time."

"But we may not be safe in Yorkshire and that small town."

"It doesn't matter. The town of Gaia is very close to the Mistry Mountains. If it doesn't work, let's go into the mountains. I'm more familiar with the situation in the mountains. It's better than being chased with no way out in the plains."

Cheney thought about it for a long time, then sighed and said, "That's all we have to do."

At dawn the next day, when the sky was just getting bright, the convoy left the town, walked forward for a while, and suddenly turned around and headed west. Xiao Te slept in the inn all night, but still didn't wake up, so he was carried in

Fortunately, Xiaofu's carriage has been specially made and has good anti-collision and earthquake resistance, so it reduces many bumps on the road.

The speed of the convoy is very fast. Although the Royal Guards are not standard cavalry, once they catch up, Short may be able to survive under Cheney's protection, but Carmen, Flammy and others who cannot ride a horse will inevitably be doomed.

Just like that, by the morning of the next day, the woods on both sides of the road gradually became sparse, replaced by bleak grasslands in the cold winter.

The scenery of the grassland is beautiful and charming.

Small purple flowers are dotted on the green grass carpet, and the fiery red mountain peony and pink phoenix bloom under the white clouds, complementing each other, showing the most touching grace of nature. In the morning when the sun is first revealed, the yin-yin

On the plains, the dew is shimmering. The breeze blows, and the fragrance of wild flowers and green grass floats. Deep in the grassland, with the sky high and the clouds dim, you can occasionally hear melodious pastoral songs.

Unfortunately, Wei En and the others came in the wrong season this time.

Stepping into the grassland, what you see is the endless yellowing and withering, accompanied by the distant mountains, and the chill of winter. Looking far into the distance, you can hardly see any trace of life. Occasionally, in the water bubbles, brewing

What was left was pale green sewage, and animal bones were faintly exposed in the grass, glowing with white light under the setting sun.

The cold wind blew by, carrying the gravel, and Wei En huddled on the horse, hunched his neck, and followed the convoy. Amidst the bumps and confusion, he endured until the beginning of cold weather and the time for the convoy to rest.

It was late at night, and Vincent was sitting alone by a bonfire, staring at the firelight in ecstasy. Wei En came to him and sat down: "Is Fanny asleep?"

Vincent nodded, glanced at Xiaote's carriage, and asked: "Is Xiaote awake?"

"I woke up for a while at noon today. It doesn't seem to be a big problem, but I'm still very tired. I'm still sleeping now." Speaking of this, Wei En suddenly smiled: "He suddenly slept all the time in a year.

Falling asleep."

Vincent smiled: "You seem to be in good spirits these past two days, much better than when you just left the capital."

Wei En picked up the embers of the bonfire with his hands and said thoughtfully: "Short talked to me once in the small town that day."

"Oh." Vincent smiled.

"While on horseback these two days, I thought about it carefully, and what he said does make sense. I have been very depressed recently, and I keep thinking about random things."

"Well. You are inherently optimistic and positive. It is normal for you to need some quiet time when you encounter some setbacks. Once you figure it out, you will naturally get better."

Wei En nodded: "I remember that time you set off to visit your sister-in-law's grave. Fanny and I went to see you off. When we came back, she once said that no matter what difficulties there are, the most important thing is happiness. Now think about it, Tong Yan Wuji,

What you say is often the truth.”

Vincent laughed when he heard this, untied the wine bag at his waist, took a sip, and handed it to Wei En.

Wei En took the wine bag, shook it, and looked at Vincent: "You always have wine."

Vincent was having fun, holding a wooden branch in his hand, waving it in the air, and sang in a low voice: "

A good man bleeds but does not shed tears; a good man does not lack for wine when he is short of money.

No matter how high the mountains are and how long the rivers are, he is holding a wine flask and relying on a pair of iron feet.

Conquer all the cold eyes and hesitation.

A good man never bends down and serves the powerful,

Regardless of the cold wind and rain, holding a wine bottle and a warm heart,

Ignite all the passion of life.

Wei En listened silently, then suddenly smiled and said: "The song is good, but the singing is too ugly."

"What do you know?" Vincent glanced at him: "This is our marching song back then. Of course, one person can't feel anything if he sings it alone, but if thousands of people sing in unison at the same time, hey, the atmosphere will be different.

Already."

Wei En was about to speak when a burst of rapid horse hooves shattered the tranquility of the night. The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, heading towards their camp. The two looked at each other and stood up at the same time.

Not long after, a fast horse came near the camp. Just as the horse stopped, the rider on the horse shook a few times and fell down.

Vincent and Wei En stepped forward quickly, and saw the man lying on the ground with tattered clothes, a haggard face, and tear scars all over his body. He had fainted. Vincent waved his hand to greet the guards who came after him, and put him in a coma.

He carried it to the campfire. A moment later, Cheney also came over.

After some treatment and bandaging, Wei En stood aside and observed, and found that this man was not tall, but very strong, and his clothes were very different from them. Vincent took a long breath, stood up, and Wei En asked:

"How is it going?"

"It's not a big problem. Although his injury is not minor, it is just a flesh wound. Plus he is overworked, so there is no danger." After saying that, he frowned and said, "It's just that his wound doesn't look like a sword wound."

"What kind of injury is that?" Wei En asked curiously.

Vincent said solemnly: "It seems to be a wound left by an animal's bite."

Sure enough, after the man drank some porridge water, he regained consciousness. As soon as he woke up, he struggled to get up. Vincent frowned and said: "Friend, you are seriously injured, so you can't act rashly."

The man was stunned when he heard this, as if he just understood his situation at this moment. After a while, he said: "Thank you for your life-saving grace."

"Friend, what happened to you?" Wei En asked.

The man sighed: "I am a cavalryman under King Muller. Because the King's young daughter is sick, we were ordered to go to the miracle doctor to ask for medicine."

"Muller?" Vincent was secretly surprised. He had heard of King Muller before. He was the king of kings of the nomadic tribe in the grasslands of the Kingdom of Kant. He owned a group of iron-cavalry lions that roamed the grasslands and remained undefeated for many years.

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"We?" Wei En asked strangely, "Why are you the only one?"

"Don't mention it, we met a prairie wolf."

Everyone was shocked.

"The prairie wolves in winter are notoriously ferocious. Since you are King Muller's cavalry, how could you be entangled by the wolves?" Cheney suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"Unfortunately, this place is not too far from our Nanyun flag, and we were carrying homing pigeons, so when we were first targeted by the wolves, we didn't pay much attention and just went on our way. As a result, two days ago, the wolf

The pack surrounded us, and after a life-and-death struggle, I was the only one who stood out from the pack, and the others..." At this point, the man's eyes showed a sad look.

"How many of you are there in total?" Wei En asked.

"Thirty people."

Wei En took a deep breath. Thirty vigorous men were buried alive in the wolf's kiss. Thinking about it makes people shudder.

"Aren't you bringing the homing pigeon with you? Why don't you find a dangerous place to block it and ask Qili for help?"

"It was that damn carrier pigeon that caused our entire army to be wiped out. When my eldest brother saw that something was wrong, he sent out the carrier pigeon to ask for help. Who knew that the carrier pigeon circled in the sky for a few times and actually flew directly to the east.

Damn it, damn it!"

Vincent and Cheney frowned at the same time. The homing pigeons of the nomadic tribes have always been known for their reliability and will never lose their way back due to the fright of the wolves. Vincent looked into the distance, as if trying to find something from the depths of darkness.

What's the clue? East, isn't that the direction they came from?

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Chapter completed!