On the countryside dirt road, a small convoy is trekking hard.

Three large trucks were loaded with grain, picks, shovels and other farm tools, and were pulled by several mules and horses that were confiscated.

In addition to the cavalry leading the way wearing unified sabers and arm armor, other members of the convoy carried a variety of weapons.

The rich man wrapped in a knitted wool cloak carried a musket on his shoulders, and the poor man in a burlap robe only had an axe or even a stick in his hand.

The day before yesterday they were ordinary civilians, but today they have become soldiers, regardless of wealth, wealth, wealth and humbleness, and are moving in a known and unknown direction.

Fear, desire and confusion... all kinds of emotions spread among the crowd at the same time.

The baggage, manpower and carriages are constantly gathering from all over Zhongtiefeng County to Saint-Corre Town, and this small convoy is one of the tributaries.

"Don't drag it!" The cavalry leading the convoy seemed to be Dussa people, with a thick white cloth wrapped in his left arm. He patrolled back and forth, urging loudly: "The slower you walk! The faster you die! Speed ​​up!

pace!"

The scolding seemed like an invisible whip, and the temporary recruitment of militia seemed to have accelerated.

Someone in the team muttered in a low voice: "Speak lightly, you ride a horse, we walk..."

Some people couldn't help but complain: "Let's go! Just leave! If I had known this, I wouldn't have followed me!"

The wound on the left arm was aching faintly. [Turin] sighed in his heart, pretending that he had not heard all the complaints.

No one knows better than Dusak - there is no one who doesn't complain when he is on duty. Even the bravest warriors are inevitable, let alone these civilians who were temporarily conscripted.

After being injured in the fight with the Hudd Barbarians, Torin was specially ordered by the Montanebao civilians to be transferred from the front line of combat and instead perform some safer tasks, such as consigning militias.

Thurin straightened his back and looked at the horizon around him, and there was always a hint of uneasiness lingering in his heart.

Zhongtiefeng County has become a battlefield, and there is no place on the battlefield that is safe.

"Let's rest for a while? Sergeant!" A young farmer in the team asked Dusak loudly: "I have been walking for almost half a day, and I can't walk anymore."

"Yes, yes." For a moment, others agreed: "Just take a break."

"Stop!" Tulin stared at the eyes, took out the veteran's airs, and scolded him severely: "If you stop here, when you meet a barbarian, you will all be cut open! Whoever wants to die, I'll help him

Just stop implicating others!”

No one speaks.

Seeing that the team was quiet, Toulin comforted everyone in a gentle tone: "The military station is ahead, just walk a short distance. Not only is there safe, but there is also food and drink. When the military station arrives, I will let you rest..."

Just as Torin racked his brains to encourage the convoy, rows of birds were alarmed behind the deserted slope to the west, and the sound of drums could be heard vaguely.

Thurin looked back in a horror and exclaimed in his heart: "Not good!"

Groups of riders jumped out of the deserted slope and rushed towards the convoy of Toulin.

The newly recruited militia were unknown. Some people thought it was their own cavalry and waved to the other side. More militias stood blankly, at a loss.

"Enemy attack!" Thurin roared and drew his sword and unsheathed: "Everyone comes to me!"

The militia then realized that it was the Hurd Barbarian who came, and cried and cursed burst out.

Everyone ran wildly towards the ditches and woods beside the road, and few militias paid attention to Thurin's orders.

"Sergeant!" Another cavalry rushed to Toulin: "What should I do?"

Thurin was furious and cursed, and ordered helplessly: "Retreat!"

Misfortune never came alone, and cavalry also appeared on the road ahead. It seemed that it was a double attack, but the sound of the cavalry's hooves in the north were covered by the west.

Thurin and his subordinates leaped through the ditches and rode their horses into the forest.

The Hud rider, who was ambushing the deserted slope, instantly defeated the convoy and killed the Palatus people who had no time to run away.

Thurin's forehead veins swelled up, and his teeth clattered, but turning his head and fighting to the death was just a waste of time.

At this moment, the cavalry following Tulin suddenly shouted: "No! It seems to be ours!"

Thurin looked back at the horses - the second team of cavalry did not scatter and chased the militia, but penetrated straight into the Hed cavalry. The sharp sabernail drew an arc and slashed towards the head and shoulders of the Hed barbarian.

The Hurd barbarian shouted in a terrified voice in strange language, just like the Tiefeng County militia just now.

Thurin saw it clearly. The number of cavalry on his side was far less than that of Hedman, and he only took advantage of the surprise attack. Once the barbarians came to their senses, it was hard to say who would win and who would lose.

"Stop running!" Torin tried his best to stop the escaped militia: "Let's fight back!"

Still few people paid attention to him.

Thurin roared angrily, wrapped the reins around his wounded left arm, stabbed the war horse hard, and roared at the nearest Hed barbarian.

The several cavalrymen who came to carry out the mission with Torin did not hesitate, and each pulled out his sword and carried his spears and followed the soldiers back to fight.

Not all the militias were fleeing, and some brave militias were also fighting to the death with the Hurd Barbarians.

Thurin stood on the pedal and slashed the enemy like crazy. The saber was swaying in cross shape every two times. His war horse Molan Black also bit in a rage, kicking the Heds's short war horse.

Both sides fought melee next to the ditches, on the edge of the woods, and near the carriages. Most of the Huds who fell off the horse were beaten to death by militias, and gunfire sounded from time to time.

Seeing that there were not many people on both legs, some of the escaped Telden riders came back. They did not dare to fight with each other, so they shot arrows from afar.

There was another rumbling sound of hooves on the east side of the fork, which was even more deafening than the previous two combined.

Thurin could not recognize the second batch of cavalry, but he would never mistakenly recognize the third batch of cavalry - a red-maned horse led the charge.

"It's Rerik!" Thurin forced the Hudd barbarian beside him, raised his saber with a ferocious face and roared wildly: "It's Angelu! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The two sides were already in a difficult situation to separate. As soon as Angru's new force joined the battle, the Terdun Hundred Cavalry team was immediately defeated.

Angelu and Toulin chased after him until it was dark and returned to the place where the convoy was attacked.

Although the Terdon cavalry were defeated, there was still a mess to be resolved.

"Let the wounded take a cart to the next station, where there is a doctor." As soon as he got off the saddle, Angru immediately began to arrange for the battlefield to clean up: "Bjorn, Leclerc, you two tents enter the forest and bring the escaped militias to the forest.

Retrieve them all."

"Company Commander." The ten rider named Bjorn looked bitter: "My tent brother is only two who can move."

"Catch up the captured Hedma." Angru ordered without any doubt: "You pick people from the militia and fill up your accounts. You both!"

"Yes!" The two ten riders did not dare to neglect, raised their hands to salute, and ran away.

"Register the deceased." Angelu looked at Toulin again.

"Yes!" Tulin first answered yes, and then asked, "What should I do if the body is left?"

"Buried on the spot for the time being, and then calm down."

"yes!"

After solving a series of ending problems, Angelu had a little time to breathe.

But there was another big question waiting for him - he didn't recognize who the second cavalry was.

The first to launch the raid were the Telton tribe, and the last to rescue was Angru's cavalry.

The second batch of cavalry appeared was a completely unfamiliar third party, neither wearing military uniforms nor showing off their flags.

Angelu was cleaning up the battlefield, while the strange cavalry team was also gathering people on their own and treating the wounded.

Angru was particularly uneasy when a team of cavalry of unknown origin appeared in Zhongtiefeng County. However, in Angru's view, since the opponent killed the Terdon people, he could temporarily be classified as a friendly army.

The strange riders gathered in the open space next to the road and rested, and did not send anyone to find Angelu, as if they were waiting for Angelu to take the initiative to negotiate.

Angelo cheered up and led the two soldiers to approach the strange cavalry team: "The Lord bless you, my friends. Where do you come from?"

A middle-aged man in hunting suit walked out and asked with a smile: "Don't you say thank you?"

Although middle-aged people are wearing hunting casual clothes, their military temperament cannot be concealed in every move.

Angelo saluted seriously: "Thank you very much for lending a helping hand. Can you tell me the number?"

"You don't need to ask these." The middle-aged soldier waved his hand and said bluntly: "Where is Winters Montagne, I want to see him."

Angelu raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a little thought, he simply replied: "Then please follow my cavalry first. You can see the Montanebo civil servant after the patrol."

It was too dangerous for the unknown cavalry team to take Winters directly. Angelus decided to send a messenger back to deliver a message to explain the situation and temporarily take the other party to patrol the defense.

Several attendants of the middle-aged soldier were quite resentful, but the expressions of the middle-aged soldier did not change much. He took out a letter: "When delivering the letter, I will give this letter to Captain Montane."

"Yes." Angelo took the envelope.

"Don't waste time." The middle-aged soldier glared slightly: "Send now!"

Angelu replied conditionedly: "Yes."

At the same time, Thurin also encountered some problems.

Several older squires from the militia came to Thurin and petitioned him humbly - wanting to go home.

The rusty blood splattered on the face, the dying wounded moaned, and the incomplete corpses scattered in the wilderness... If the militia had a little greed in their hearts before, this battle was completely scared.

Some militia even ran away and didn't come back, becoming deserters.

"No." Torin refused flatly.

"You are the most chosen warrior from a thousand, we can't compare! We really don't have the ability to fight." A landlord over 50 years old begged: "Even if we get on the battlefield, we can only run away! We can only do bad things!

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To be continued...