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Chapter 17 All the Way North

The cowardly prisoner was taken down by the soldiers and temporarily imprisoned.

Luofu and Fengtie looked at each other in silence, because the current situation could be said to be a mixed blessing.

According to the prisoners' confessions, the planner of last night's secret attack can basically be identified as the Batu blacksmith, Feng Tie's second uncle.

For unknown reasons, the Duke of Dark Night did not secretly execute Batu in time, causing him to escape from the Fire Horse Kingdom.

Batu recruited troops along the way to launch an attack on this team. Either he wanted to kill Feng Tie to vent his anger, or he might be trying to kidnap Princess Avril as a bargaining chip to negotiate terms with the Duke of Dark Night.

Fortunately, luck is good so far. Last night, through everyone's joint efforts, Batu's seemingly seamless secret attack was broken up.

After Luofu explained the great fortune teller's abilities to Feng Tie in detail, Feng Tie couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

It's really too confusing.

Fortunately, the man in black who fired the fireball was not a real great fortune teller. He was just an abandoned disciple of the fortune teller guild. After being kicked out of the guild, he luckily stole one of the several artifacts that had been enshrined in the guild for thousands of years in order to travel.

One - that is, the green iron barrel that can shoot terrifying fireballs.

According to the abandoned disciple himself, this artifact cannot be used anytime and anywhere. After a certain number of fireballs are fired, it will become a useless piece of waste.

"No, you don't have to say that!" Feng Tie, who had carefully studied the patent iron barrel, cursed in his heart: "This so-called artifact is just a military flare gun with a large caliber. It has burned out the incendiary material.

The signal flare you made is no longer just a fire stick!"

In addition to being slanderous, Feng Tie also developed a strong interest in the fortune-telling guild, which was independent of any kingdom. What was a mysterious organization that could own objects in the world like?

Luofu was also secretly calculating the current situation in his mind.

Just a few days after leaving the kingdom, I suffered such a heavy blow. It seems that the road ahead will be very difficult.

After taking stock of the number of remaining soldiers, Luofu breathed a sigh of relief. The army's losses were not large, and the twenty personal guards he brought were not missing at all. In addition to those who were killed or seriously injured and unable to move, Feng Tie's five hundred family private army also

There are about 300 people left. The team's manpower is basically enough. The two fortune tellers accompanying the team were just a little frightened, nothing serious, otherwise no one would be able to control the troublesome witch.

Thinking of this, Luofu frowned tightly again.

Apart from some minor troubles that may be encountered on the long journey, the biggest hidden danger for this team is the lingering ghost of Batu.

The great fortune teller hired to attack Batu this time was just a charlatan holding an artifact. Now that the artifact has fallen into his own hands, it has been a great help to his side. As for the mercenaries hired by Batu, it is very difficult.

Tangled up.

The mercenary group is a special landscape on the Green Sea Continent. The members of the mercenary group only abide by the legal constraints of the kingdom where they are located. Once they go on missions abroad, they are completely free. Moreover, each of the mercenaries is experienced in hundreds of battles.

Desperados. They wander in every corner of the continent as bounty hunters, adventurers and assassins. Even in the war between the two countries, the shadow of mercenaries is often seen.

There is a strict hierarchical system and confidentiality regulations within their corps. Once the corps accepts employment from an employer, the mercenaries on a mission will completely accept the employer's control and will do whatever it takes to complete the mission, and will not disclose any information about the employer.

If it hadn't been for the abandonment of the fortune-teller guild who was afraid of death this time, I'm afraid Luofu and the others would have continued to be kept in the dark. It would be terrible to fight an enemy who doesn't know the details at all. They can't base their goals on the opponent's goals.

If you formulate strategies and tactics according to your characteristics and just passively accept attacks, the outcome will most likely be annihilation of the entire army.

Luofu said to Feng Tie in a heavy tone: "In addition to capturing a powerful warrior from the Blood Cross Mercenary Group alive, I also recognized several members of other mercenary groups among the corpses in the woods.

Among them are archers who are good at killing enemies from a distance, and assassins who are good at reconnaissance, penetration and disguised sneak attacks. Fortunately, the great fortune teller is a fake, otherwise we may not be able to see the sun this morning."

It was a matter of life and death, so Feng Tie had no choice but to put away his playful smile and seriously discuss the next move plan with Luofu.

"I personally think that we should slightly change our route." Fengtie said with certainty, "According to the established route before departure, in order to avoid entering the territory of other kingdoms and causing trouble, we can only blindly shuttle through the inaccessible virgin forest.

.”

Seeing Luofu's encouraging eyes, Feng Tie swallowed and tried to continue his analysis: "But the situation has changed now. We are being stared at by that bastard of our second uncle."

"Ahem." Luofu had to interrupt Feng Tie: "Speak properly and don't be too close. That's your second uncle and has nothing to do with me."

Luofu was very dissatisfied with Feng Tie's spontaneous character.

"Uh, okay, let's call him my second uncle for the time being. Look at your stingy attitude of picking yourself out when something happens. We are two grasshoppers on the same rope now. Do you understand the meaning of lips dying and teeth falling apart? You

Do you know what friendship in life and death is? Do you know what blessings and misfortunes are and dependence on each other in life and death?"

Seeing Luo Fu's sullen expression, biting his lower lip to bleed, Feng Tie coughed twice and quickly stopped his irrelevant ideological and political work.

"Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle. You will be subject to foreign military orders. Now that we know that my second uncle is trying to get rid of us, we can't follow the original route and rush to him to give me

The trap is set.”

Feng Tie danced and scolded Fang Qiu: "We should get out of this forest in the shortest possible time and pass through the big cities of other kingdoms as much as possible along the way. That bastard Batu will not be so arrogant as to start a war with us under the watchful eyes of the armies of other kingdoms.

We are not performing a military mission, and the number of our team is not large. I believe that other kingdoms will not make things difficult for us. Moreover, we can easily replenish supplies in the city. In some kingdoms that are allied with us, we can even recruit troops and buy horses to replenish supplies.

Due to the lack of manpower, our risks along the way will be minimized."

Luofu's eyes gradually brightened, and he kept mumbling these two sentences: "Know yourself and your enemy and you will be victorious in a hundred battles" and "You will not accept military orders from abroad."

For a long time, Luofu looked straight and looked deeply into Feng Tie's eyes: "Only now do I really admire you, Baron Feng Tie."

"Just do as you say." Luofu patted Feng Tie on the shoulder: "But I have a question to ask you."

"You ask!" Feng Tie said carelessly: "Which of us is with whom? We are Paoze who rolled together on the battlefield of life and death. My money is my money, and your wife is my wife. You can ask whatever you want.

, I know everything and I can tell you everything.”

Luofu smiled bitterly and said: "You are quite a jerk most of the time, but sometimes your strategic thinking and thinking are very rigorous and out of the ordinary, and I have to be convinced. But I still don't understand what a bastard you were when you were in the imperial capital.

Who are you looking at? Does it give you pleasure to be looked down upon by others? You are really mean."

After saying these words, Luo Fu walked away with satisfaction. The pleasure of revenge after finally taking advantage of his words made him unable to feel that one of his feet had been blown off. At this moment, Luo Fu felt that his body was as light as a swallow.

, the hard crutches under the armpits suddenly became as easy to use as fingers.

Just like that, Luofu laughed wildly and left, leaving Feng Tie alone in the wind, messy, messy, messy, messy.

After Shi Shiran returned to the camp, Feng Tie, who was in a depressed mood, plunged into his tent, pulled up his sleeping bag and prepared to take a rest.

But Fengtie couldn't sleep at all.

Last night's battle made Feng Tie realize the weakness of his abilities.

In that kind of chaotic battle scene, no one can fully protect themselves from any damage. Last night, if Xiong Da hadn't sacrificed his life to protect himself first, and then used his weird scimitar made of strings to restrain the enemy and repair it.

He killed his own body, and I'm afraid he is already dead now.

How insignificant is the individual life in the war, Feng Tie couldn't help but sigh.

An hour later, after hearing the assembly order, Feng Tielong Jinghu suddenly jumped out of the tent, packed his luggage and headed north with the help of Xiong Da.

"Master, get on your horse, what kind of trouble are you going to make?" Xiong Da trotted, leading two horses and following behind Feng Tie, begging hard.

After two hours of journey, Feng Tie just refused to get on his horse. The team moved faster and faster. Feng Tie, who was carrying nearly a hundred kilograms of luggage, followed the team, sometimes walking and sometimes running, and it became more and more difficult to follow.

, big beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks and neck into his collar, and Feng Tie gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Xiong Da refused to ride alone and trotted behind Feng Tie, persuading him all the way. Feng Tie's breath became heavier and heavier. As he ran, he took out a piece of parchment filled with crooked words from his arms and threw it at Xiong Da's face.

superior.

"Ah? This..."

Xiong Da looked at the contents on the parchment carefully and was so surprised that he was speechless.

This is a training plan that Feng Tie made for himself in the future.

Weight-bearing cross-country training, fighting training, sword stabbing training, swimming training, arm strength training, reading training. The messy training items and prescribed intensity are clear at a glance, and even the time to pick up girls and go to the toilet is strictly limited.

Seeing this scene, General Luofu, who was sitting upright on his horse in the distance, had an appreciative smile on his lips, "If you assess the situation, you can put aside your aristocratic posture and work hard to train yourself. This man's behavior is quite military-style, and his future is promising.

It’s limited.”

In the prison car, the witch watched Feng Tie's every move with wide, curious eyes, and her interest in Feng Tie became more and more intense.

Suddenly, Fengtie stopped.

Feng Tie squatted on the ground and gasped for air. He stretched out his hand to Xiong Da and said, "Bring it quickly!"

"What did you bring?" Xiong Da was a little confused, "I didn't take anything from you, young master!"

"Hurry up and get me some food!" Feng Tie covered his stomach and shouted: "I'm so hungry if I don't eat even one meal. Why are you so busy making that bullshit plan? Master, I don't even have breakfast."

Forgot to eat!”

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