Daguan patrolled the river, and wherever he went, the people of Terdun cheered at the top of their lungs.

Just listen to the war cry from the other side, like muffled thunder, one after another, first from far to near, and then from near to far.

Residents of Niuho Valley ran out of their homes to find out what was going on, and when they knew what the "thunder" was, they were frightened out of their wits.

Some people even exclaimed, "It's the trumpet! The trumpet of the end of the world!" and crawled to the church to seek refuge.

"So this is Armageddon?" Winters asked Carman beside him with a smile on the church bell tower: "Isn't the scene too small?"

To be honest, even Winters felt a little insulted when he saw the chaos in Oxhoof Valley.

Kaman sighed softly, raised his hand to salute, and asked coldly: "The world is what mortals can see. Isn't this battle the end of the world for them?"

"Not if you can survive. But if everyone just wants to survive, then no one will survive. Bard separated men, women and children into camps, and the effect is remarkable. It can not only properly protect women, children and the elderly, but also allow men to Give birth to the courage to fight.”

"Um."

"I need your help with this."

Kaman snorted lightly, conveying a certain emotion of contempt.

He stared at the people running around in the town square and replied without looking up: "I'm not helping you."

"Okay." Winters walked downstairs with a cane: "By the way, Bard has captured a prisoner, claiming to be some kind of 'Father Saul'. I need your help to identify him when you have time."

Kaman ignored Winters, but the Holy Emblem in his hand slipped inadvertently and fell straight to the ground.

…

At the door of the church, Charles and Heinrich had prepared their horses and were on standby.

Samujin was neatly dressed, holding his sword and saluting: "The volunteer brigade can ring the bell at any time to prepare for battle."

"Don't worry." Winters stepped on the stirrup and mounted his horse, with a relaxed look on his face: "Even if we fight in the afternoon, we still need to let everyone have a good rest in the morning to recharge their batteries. What's more, there won't be a fight today."

"Then...what are you going to do?" Samujin was a little panicked.

Wen Tesla moved the reins and pinched the horse's ribs lightly: "The monkey's butt and face are showing off their power over there. I'll go and see the excitement."

The war horse started to trot, and Samkin chased after him, shouting anxiously: "Are you just going to take Charles and Heinrich? Then you can bring a few more guards! Just wait and I will follow!"

Winters laughed loudly and rode away from the Cow Hoof Valley.

…

The large green horsetail banner marched on the west bank, announcing to both the enemy and ourselves that "Khan" was coming to the battlefield.

Winters lined up side by side on the east bank and followed until the horse-tailed banner on the other bank turned around and the war cry subsided.

"Look." Winters raised his whip and pointed to the other side: "The monkey's butt and face have turned back."

"Shall we go back too?" Charles asked.

"map."

Heinrich carefully took out the large map from his saddlebag and handed it into the hands of the military tribune.

Looking around, Winters found some landmarks that could help him identify his direction. He smiled and said, "Hey, we're almost at Forge Township."

Ciel exclaimed: "Forge Township? It must not be twenty kilometers away?"

"It's twenty-three kilometers." Winters marked it on the map: "A battle cry is a camp. That's why you two are counting."

"Camp? The monkey-butt-faced camp actually stretches for twenty kilometers?!" Charles became even more shocked.

"There are many livestock in Hurd's tribe, and if the distance is not widened, there is no place for the horses to graze." Winters rolled up the map, followed his boots, and tapped his left tibia several times:

"Although the west bank is already scorched, the middle-level leaders of the Terdun tribe still dare not change the march route easily without the people warming up the fire. But now that the monkey's butt cheeks are coming, the hungry wolves of the Terdun tribe are also ready to move."

Probably because the river was too cold, Winters' old injury on his left leg recurred from the day of the swimming raid on Tartai, and he had to use a stick to walk again.

"Go back now?"

"Don't be in a hurry. If you go further, you will reach Forge Township after passing this hill. Let's go and have a look."

Winters jumped on his horse and galloped away. Charles and Heinrich followed closely. The three of them climbed over the hillside and headed towards the Forge Country.

…

In the large tent of Terdun Department, all the leaders, big and small, were summoned for discussion.

The skylight was covered with cowhide, and the light in the big tent was dim, illuminated only by firelight.

The Yan and Keta people sat in a circle around the campfire to show that no distinction was made between superiors and subordinates in military discussions, and everyone could speak freely.

"We can't delay it any longer!" Uncle Taichi, the fire-warmer, almost broke through the tent in his voice: "We must attack with force and make detours. We must make up our mind!"

Approval came one after another:

"Tai Chi is right!"

"The little hay we brought has been eaten up long ago. The animals are now digging at grass roots to eat. Where can they get enough to eat?"

"Grass roots? The two-legged people were on fire, and the grass roots were scorched!"

A man with gray hair on his temples, Qing Lingyu, stood up and spoke: "The disciples sent a message saying that the two-legged people's defenses upstream are very lax. Ganquan, Chuo Mahan and other sons have already crossed the river. Since the two-legged people are here to block the

Well, then you and I should avoid them and go upstream or downstream."

There was another burst of approval in the big tent.

The Hud people have no psychological burden for "running away without fighting". In Hud culture, there are no moral constraints on "escape".

If it's beneficial, then we'll advance, if it's unfavorable, we'll retreat, and if we can't defeat it, we'll run away. Is there anything strange about it?

But the actual situation is always more ridiculous than the reasonable situation.

The Teldon nobles who appeared in the big tent at this moment were all leaders who had not been able to cross the river. They were unable to cross the river because there were defenders on the other side blocking them.

Logically speaking... if you are blocking me downstream, can I just go around to the upstream and rob you?

But the Telton nobles cannot go around. They can make small detours, but they cannot maneuver in large areas of hundreds of kilometers.

It's not that they are stubborn, unwilling to let go, or unwilling to take detours - in fact, they are thinking crazy.

For example Taichi.

When he heard that others had invaded new land and made a fortune, and then looked at his own cattle and horses that were getting thinner and thinner, Taichi's heart ached as if he were being pressed on a red-hot iron plate and being fried.

But Taichi couldn't leave, because he had to stay here due to the military orders of the roaster.

The Teltun people's marching route is not just as simple as "how to walk", it is also a way to distribute benefits.

If Taichi went to rob other places, it would be like milking other people's goats.

Those who warm themselves by the fire decide on the marching route, and only those who warm by the fire can modify it.

Anything that the Zhukota can decide, they will stick to their word; anything that the Zhukota cannot decide, any attempt to cross the line will result in the harshest punishment - the alpha wolf will not allow any member of the pack to challenge his authority, even if it is

Neither can the alpha wolf’s biological uncle.

The Telton nobles in the big tent looked forward to the stars and the moon. After waiting for three days, they finally waited for the one who was warming the fire.

Everyone is waiting for the fire-warmer to speak, and then quickly leave the hard bone in front of them and go to a place where it is easier to eat.

The fire-warmer finally spoke, but his first sentence was a question: "Tartai is life or death. Do you know?"

no one knows.

Youkota told the fire-warmer: "There are no living or dead people...the two-legged people dragged away all the corpses."

"Leave all the Tartai people you are sheltering to me." The fire-warmer said gruffly, "I want to question them."

No one objected, after all, there were not many living people in the Tartai tribe.

"What about Tartai's horses and goods?" Youkota asked.

"Just keep it."

It turns out that if we just hand over a few people, there will be no objections.

The big tent became quiet again, and everyone was waiting for the fire-warmer to speak and talk about more important things.

The fire-warmer muttered: "You and me..."

"Great Khan!" The urgent shout of the quiver man outside the tent interrupted the words of the fire-warmer. A military meeting was being held in the big tent, and the quiver man did not dare to come in: "A messenger has been sent from the other side!"

"What?" The man warming the fire suddenly stood up, walked to the tent door in three steps, and kicked open the curtain: "Where is it?"

The big tent was also like a frying pan, and all the Keta stood up one after another, whispering to each other and asking questions.

"Shut up!" the fire-warmer shouted.

The big tent suddenly became quiet.

So the curtain was removed, the skylight was opened, and the big tent suddenly became brighter. The people warming up the fire returned to their seats, and the kota sat on both sides, and everything returned to its original appearance.

The messenger was brought forward.

As soon as he entered the tent, the messenger fell to his knees and wished he could bury his face in the carpet.

The man warming himself didn't say anything. The old interpreter understood and asked in common language: "Who are you?"

When the messenger spoke, he spoke in Khedic. But his voice was as thin as a mosquito and could not be heard clearly.
To be continued...