"The fire-warmers are coming."

One sentence made the air in the room as cold as ice.

"Monkey butt face?" Winters' eyes were as dangerous as a beast's: "He knows I'm in Tiefeng County?"

"He?" The little lion fiddled with the blade slowly: "He shouldn't know."

"have no idea?"

"have no idea."

"Then what is he here for?"

"What else can we do?" The little lion shrugged: "Robbery."

The matter of the fire-warmers has to start two months ago.

Autumn is high and horses are fat, and September and October are the traditional plundering and fighting seasons of the Hed people.

As early as the early spring, when Plato's standing army returned from defeat, the leaders of the various tribes were thinking about grabbing it in the autumn.

By June, new news came - the Platuan people were in internal strife! The leaders of the tribes were even more overjoyed, and they mobilized their troops one after another, preparing to do something big.

The [Grey Eyes] in the eastern part of the sea and the [Healthy Eaters] in the Suzi Tribe each organized their own raiding groups.

For the Hed people, "plunder" and "war" are the same words. The amount of loot is related to the reputation of the leader, and the distribution of spoils is directly linked to status.

On the one hand, the Chihe Tribe had just fought a battle with the Zhuerqin Tribe, and the meat they had eaten had not been fully digested; the White Lion had stated in advance that he would not participate in the autumn raids, but he agreed to lend the road to other tribes;

On the other hand, Firebake was in desperate need of a lucrative raid to regain his prestige; but his appeal was no longer what it once was, so he pragmatically joined the Eaters warband and joined forces with the Suzi tribe.

By the end of August, the two major groups had been assembled.

At the beginning of September, when the war horses had eaten their last round of grass seeds and wild beans, the two war groups simultaneously launched their troops to invade eastward.

Because the most fertile land in Plato is on both sides of the Jingliu River, the two war groups are also one in the south and the other in the north. The Gray Eyes go to the north bank, and the Fire Makers and Healthy Eaters go to the south bank.

The two parties verbally agreed that "a bow and a horse cannot cross the river" to avoid an unpleasant meeting.

After defining the scope of the robbery, the Herds happily broke into Plato, and then... then they were attacked head-on.

Facts have proved that dozens of mediations and good offices by the coalition government are not as useful as a horseshoe from the Hud.

Before the vanguard of the Herd raiding group could cross the boundary river, the Red and Blue Roses, who were fighting each other a second ago, had already turned their guns in a tacit agreement.

At Daochuan Ferry in Jiangbei Province, the Gray Eyes battle group was blocked by Arpad and penetrated the central army.

Gray Eyes knew the current situation very well and abandoned his flag to run for his life. Naturally, the small tribe below also ran like wolves and squirrels, and scurry around like rats.

Arpad led the hussars in pursuit for 30 kilometers beyond the border river, and fought until they were all satisfied before returning to their division.

On the contrary, it took longer and more energy to clean up the scattered small groups of Herd raiders after the war.

To the south of the Jinliu River, the Healthy Eaters and Firewarmers were also ambushed and driven back by the [New Reclamation-Red Rose] coalition forces in Jinghu County - the New Reclamation Army was led by General Adams, commander of the Red Rose Army.

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Because the ambush circle was exposed in advance, the Palatine coalition was unable to kill a large number of Hud barbarians; coupled with the lack of cavalry, the Palatine coalition was unable to effectively expand its results.

Therefore, the fire-warmers and healthy eaters only had a bad encounter and fled back to the wilderness.

The Platuan coalition did not dare to pursue easily - the Platuan people suffered too much in the past in terms of pursuit.

Perhaps it was the ferocity of the barbarians that gave both sides of the civil war a sense of common hatred. After the two battles, the relationship between the red and blue roses was temporarily peaceful.

A new round of war did not break out, and the land of Plato quietly ushered in winter.

Plato has temporarily subsided, but the Great Wasteland has not.

The meat was not eaten, and the teeth were chipped. This incident alone will trigger many annexations and strife. But no one will be affected, because everyone is already in the game.

"My brother received some very interesting news." The little lion said lightly: "The Teldu tribe is regrouping again."

"Then what?"

"If the fire roaster hadn't been kicked stupid by the horse, he wouldn't have started a war with the tribes at this time. His men and horses were not enough to go to Jinghu County for a head-on confrontation. My brother thought that he might want to try his luck nearby, so he asked me

Let me remind you."

"How does the White Lion know about the Teltown Department?" Winters asked seemingly casually.

"Believe it or not." The little lion sneered: "The Red River Department has its own source of information."

Winters solemnly saluted the little lion: "Thank you."

"No need to thank you. My brother said that if you can stop the Telton Department, it's okay to give you credit. If you can't even defeat the Teltown Department, then just make friends and do business."

The little lion hugged Winters' neck affectionately and teased: "There are a lot of chores this year, and I didn't have a circling in the autumn, so the circling will be bigger in the winter. My brother invited you to do a circling. Someone wants to see you."

Winters' scalp was numb, but he neither refused nor agreed.

Winters knew what the white lion meant:

The offensive and defensive relationship between Plato and the Hed tribes has been reversed. Although the overall strength of Plato is still far stronger than the Hed tribes, they are now unable to escape;

On the contrary, the Hud tribes miss the "good days" of threshing every autumn all the time;

The great plundering in September this year is just the beginning. As long as the offensive and defensive situation does not change, more plundering groups will come to Plato in the future;

The "100-kilometer buffer zone" agreement has also become a dead letter, and no Hed tribe will continue to abide by the agreement that lacks the endorsement of force;

If Tiefeng County cannot stop the Terdun tribe this time, then the fire-warmers will come with more plunderers next time.

"There's going to be a war," Winters thought.

…

…

Early in the morning, war preparation orders were delivered to all military villages.

Peter [Short] Bunir from the first village came to the company commander and asked with a sad face: "Company commander? Why are we fighting again?"

The first company commander [Tamas] had already packed his bags and was wrapping his legs. He slightly glared at the dwarf and said, "You will do whatever I ask you to do. If you dare to make any nonsense again, I will remove your sergeant!"

Because of his outstanding performance in the Battle of Hammerfort, Peter the Short has been promoted to sergeant.

Hearing the threat from the company commander, he was very happy: "Oh my! Can you withdraw now? Ever since I became a sergeant, it seems like someone is staring at my back wherever I go, making me feel uncomfortable. You lift me up,

I will remember your kindness all my life. But I am just a farmer and I really have no ability to be a sergeant!"

Tamas dropped his leggings and picked up the grapevine whip.

Shorty Peter wanted to run, but he didn't dare. He closed his eyes tightly, shrank his body, and subconsciously tilted in the opposite direction, waiting for the company commander's whip to come down.

The shade-dried grapevines are tough and tough at the same time. If you hit them, you will feel burning pain. The wounds that the dwarf got when he was pulled out by the cane during the Battle of Hammercastle are not healed now.

The dwarf closed his eyes and waited in fear for a long time, but he did not hear the sound of the whip breaking through the air.

Tamas raised his arms high in the air, but when he saw the timid appearance of his short subordinate, he couldn't put his hands down.

He threw away the grapevine whip and continued to wrap his legs. His tone was still as cold as ice: "Who do you think you are? You will be promoted at any time, and you will be demoted at the time of promotion. Should I be your company commander? Why don't you be made a military tribune?

"

The dwarf did not dare to speak anymore and shook his head vigorously.

"This is an army. It's not up to you to be promoted, and it's not up to you to demote! Not used to it? If you fight a few more times, you'll get used to it!" Tamas wrapped his legs and scolded sternly: "Let me tell you, not only is it not up to you to be promoted, but also life and death are not up to you.

It’s not up to you! Three hundred acres of land was given to you for free? As a soldier, just be lucky to meet an officer who will take your life as a human life!”

The short man tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked hesitantly: "Company commander...are you talking about yourself?"

Without saying a word, Tamas picked up the grapevine whip again.

Short Peter shrank into a ball again in fear.

Tamas flew up and kicked his subordinate: "I'm talking about the military tribune of Montagne! I'm talking about the blood wolf!"

The dwarf was kicked down and quickly got up, thinking: "How do I know what Montagne is like? I have seen you before."

"Go back and prepare." Tamas said fiercely: "If you dare to be late, I'll treat you to a whip!"

"But I still have a lot of land that I haven't plowed and haven't planted yet!" The short man asked pitifully: "Company commander, can you give me two days of grace? I can plant it if I give you two days of grace! Even one day is fine."

"Don't worry about the remaining tail, leave it to the ladies and old men to plant."

The dwarf said sadly: "There are no women or old men in my family, I am the only one..."

"Am I also a bachelor? What else can I do? Leave the wasteland behind!" Tamas rarely showed a trace of melancholy: "Never mind! If we can come back alive, the land we have cultivated now will be enough for us to eat. People are just like us.

How much can you eat with one mouth? Stop being greedy for petty advantages and pack your bags first."

Shorty Peter dug at the corner of his clothes and said "Oh" dejectedly.

"Why are you standing still?" Tamas glared again: "Go and prepare your luggage!"

After being kicked out of the company commander's house, Shorty Peter returned to his own home. Anyone who saw his home would laugh.

What kind of "home" is this?

It was a dilapidated wooden house with drafts from all sides; a large piece of the straw-paved roof collapsed, like an old woman's chipped tooth.

Fortunately, it is autumn now and there is less rain. If it comes to summer, hey, just wait and see the waterfall!
To be continued...