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When the full moon is empty, the night is like water

　　 A burst of early spring morning wind hit Baron Stohan, who was wearing only thin clothes

　　 is also a business elite, many things are the same

　　 This group of annoyed Zhiwading nobles, like the dogs of the bereavement, was deceived by the trusted Lidastov in one sentence

　　If it was not seen with your own eyes, even if someone said to yourself

　　 "Lidastov, who incites rebellion, is an inner ghost"

　　I will definitely sniff

　　 "Your head was kicked by a donkey! Lidastove was full enough to support him, doing a heartbeat with a bunch of nobles?"

　　Although I still don’t know what conspiracy the sloppy fat man in the city’s palace has

　　 But Baron Stouhan is sure

　　 Dead fat will never let this group of nobles who have hatred against him continue to live

　　 Even if it's just a prolonged kick, it's alive like a begging dog

　　According to the fat person's personality, he was touched a fat buttocks, and he almost didn't jump.

　　 Did not take them all to the square and beheaded, it is already a good grace

　　 discouraged Sidhan once again looked at the low hills in the distance

　　On the mountain road that is invisible at night, a pair of invisible black hands have already dug the graves of the nobles

　　 Waiting for this group of poor people who are still on their way to death

　　In this era of conspiracy and betrayal, the loyalty of the nobility has long been thrown out of the cloud

　　Now that you dare to rebel, you will naturally have to bear the inevitable consequences

　　 is able to die decently like an aristocrat.

　　 Baron Siduhan refused from his heart to admit that he had personally sent these poor people to death,

　　 "I just want to take them out of prison, is this wrong? As for being sent to death, it was Lidastove, a traitor ambushing among the people, doing my fart!"

Shi Duhan, who was full of self-blame, didn't know, but was in the highlands of the hills in the distance,

　　 There are also three hundred pairs of dark eyes staring at the nobles who are wandering below,

　　 saw the nobles dig into the pre-designed dead end without hesitation

　　 Standing at the height of the hill, the captain of the third squadron of the Samor Light Cavalry Regiment, Tanlisus, waved his hand to the servants who had been waiting for a long time.

　　'S indifferent eyes looked at the nobles who had no choice but to look like a bunch of dead people

　　 "The bait is on the way, signal the adults!"

　　 A cypress tree standing on a high hill fell silently

　　 Baron Sedhan didn’t know that if he didn’t act according to the script, the third unit ambushing outside the city would also drive the nobles towards Djerba,

　　 Only Baron Stouhan would go to Djerba together

　　The nobles of Riwadin are indispensable supporting roles in this big show

　　How could a fat man allow his plan to appear a little erroneous because of someone's feelings

　　 A pair of big hands lifted the curtain of the tent where the fat man rested, and the strong cold wind blew into the warm tent,

　　 The brazier placed in the middle of the blowing tent bursts, like the red fireworks blooming in the dark night

　　 "You can't keep your focus?, you are a group now, why is it still so frizzy, come, the outside is windy, eat a piece of chicken leg to warm up!"

　　The fat man looked at Crowlisart's face with a monkey's anxiety, muttered and took off a burnt chicken leg from the fork and threw it over

　　 Just because the Mars burst in the brazier, the iron fork in the fat man's hand was directly inserted into the brazier ash, and now the chicken legs are gray and black, very ugly

　　 But Crolisat, a mountain-leading hunter, didn’t care about it. In the vast mountains, in order to maintain his physical strength, cold animals and raw meat can still be eaten, not to mention the steaming chicken legs.

　　Inadvertently patted the hearth ash on the chicken leg with a bite, greasy mouth full

　　 "The nobles should be on the road!"

　　 looked at the delicious Korrisat, and the fat man who had half greasy fat chicken legs in his hand belched and asked slowly.

"Yes, sir, you are really a prophet! The nobles did not even think about it, so they walked into the Rock Valley and calculated from the time and distance. The nobles should meet the army of Isahka going south before dawn. I have already According to the plan, the third detachment of the Light Cavalry Regiment followed, and as soon as they found signs of deviation or return, they would be driven away immediately. They could not run even if they wanted to run.

　　Clorissat patted the fat man's fart, staring at the last half of the chicken leg in the fat man's hands, squatting by the brazier and no longer moving, his hands roasting the heat of the brazier

　　The fat man didn't see Crolisat's flattery, and a grunt swallowed the last half of the chicken leg, disappointing Crolisat's face.

　　 The night of early spring is as cold as winter, the vast plain wilderness is even more ridiculously windy, and the roaring night wind is like a glimpse of the wall,

　　If not hundreds of carriages surround the barracks, the temporary tents would have been blown away by the strong wind

　　Whoever stands at the tuyere outside for one night will be guaranteed to freeze into popsicles before dawn,

　　 Two consecutive days of heavy rain turned the sparse dirt road underneath into a quagmire, which made the nobleman who escaped escaped and had no good escape!

　　The nobles who are always on the road are constantly slipping in the quagmire under their feet. With good luck, they can get up and continue running.

　　Luck badly rolled directly down the dark shadow of the slope, even the personal shadow can not be seen

　　 only heard a wail like a ghost

　　 "No longer, people are old, they can't run anymore, just run like this! We don't have to be chased by the Samorans, we will all die ourselves!"

　　 ran to the exhausted Hersaltai on the mountain road, sitting on the muddy dirt road beneath him, leaning back against a big tree, wheezing, his breathing like a broken windbox,

　　Looking back at the nobles behind him, there are only more than 200 people. It seems that many people who have fallen behind have rolled down the slope.

　　 The cold wind blew from the side, and the bitter cold had made Hersalitai numb and numb, and the bright appearance of the sun had been stained by muddy water under his feet.

　　 Hersaltai’s words resonated with other noble escapes

　　 "Yes, if we run down like this, we will jump off ourselves before we see Fort Djerbo! Besides, the sky is about to dawn, we are nobles, and even the escape will not allow those Samorans to read our jokes!"

　　 is talking about the young heir of the Lisa family, Lisa Hepburn, which fully reflects the arrogance of the nobles of Kyoto

　　 He may be the most innocent person in this group

　　 But riding the family without paying attention, he ran to the south for a lap, dispersing the depressed mood of being unable to return home due to the siege of the Kugits,

　　 turned out to be regarded as a rebellion for no reason, and now still has to be chaotic in the mud,

　　 "Samor Fatty on Dog Day, don't let me go back to Kyoto, otherwise I will definitely kill you!"

　　Lisahben touched his muddy blond hair, thinking that his "golden man", who was popular in Kyoto, had fallen into the mud and swears secretly.

"bump!"

　　 A dark shadow struck Hersaltai with a sharp wind, nailed to the tree trunk leaning behind Hersaltai

　　 The crisp sound of shock shocked Hersaltai, who was at rest, thinking that his president of the business alliance had been smashed by his subordinates.

　　The grievances held in my heart for many days made Hersaltai angry, and no longer cared about the aristocratic demeanor.

　　 "What do you want to do! Would you like to smash me to invite the dead fat man? Isn't it! I'm Hesalitai, the president of the business alliance, as long as I leave Zhivadin, the business alliance is still ours!"

　　 Angry Hesalita found that the nobles who were sitting and resting just heard their scolding, and they all stood up pale, watching themselves like seeing ghosts, how nervous and nervous

　　 There are a few timid feet covering their mouths with shaking hands, a look of extreme panic

　　 Hersaltai was very satisfied with the performance of the nobles. It seems that his prestige is still the same as before, and it has not been affected!

　　 "Tigers don't show power, when I am a sick cat!"

　　 Hersaltai turned around scoldingly, trying to see what was thrown,

　　 saw a white short-tailed crossbow arrow nailed to the thick trunk behind him

　　 The unique white triangular tail, the short shaft that is only half the length of the arm,

　　 It wasn’t the three-year-old noble Samor’s special arrow that shot and killed the middle-aged noble three days ago.

　　 "Sprinkle, sprinkle..."

　　 The heart-sharing Hersaltai has not shouted, the nobles behind are already frying pan

　　 "The Samorites are catching up!"

I don’t know who yelled. The aristocrats who had just been exhausted just now were like hornets stabbed in the nest, pushing each other into the front slope, hoping to climb the front **** early to avoid Samor Chasing arrows

　　 No panic nobles noticed that on the other side of the slope,

　　 An equally tired and exhausted army is also climbing

"Leader! Look, what kind of **** road did you take, didn't you say that you can reach Zhivadin before dawn? Why are we just passing Sambuga now! If the fighter plane is delayed, I cut your dog's head and hang it in the city On the door!"

　　 Marquis Isahka pointed to the muddy team and anxiously asked the guides around him,

　　The guide officer looked pale at the road under his feet and reluctantly replied

"Sir, I did not expect that Sambuca would become a swamp in heavy rain! But please rest assured, after the Sambuga hills, there are almost no mountain roads in the front. As long as there are no accidents, our cavalry troops can still be in the morning. Arrived in Zhivading before!"

　　 At this time, a leather-clad stern came from the front of the knight and saw Isahaka, quickly turned over and dismounted, his voice hurriedly

"Your report, the frontier scout report. On the back of the Sangbuga hill exit, a team of more than two hundred people is climbing rapidly. The captain of the scout suspects that it may be that Samor's army discovered our action, so he sent an infantry squadron, I want to seize the commanding heights before us to stop the advance of our army!"

　　Isahka heard that the Samor army was found at the intersection of Sambuca, the black face was like a pot bottom, and he shouted angrily

　　 "Order the heavy infantry brigade to occupy the hilly exit highlands with all their strength. I don't care what price they pay. If I can't win the highlands, I want their heads!"

　　 A young nobleman climbed the **** first with his good physical strength~www.wuxiaspot.com~Look at the nobleman who fell behind, just preparing to give a breath,

　　 Suddenly a cold light shone from his eyes, he turned his head unexpectedly, almost shouting out of fear

　　 piles of black shadows holding cold sparkling weapons crowded towards the side of the **** at the back of the slope, crawling like a group of ants crawling in the dark night, the flickering cold light is only the cold light of the weapon in the hand of the black shadow

　　 "Swoosh"

　　Just as the middle-aged nobleman was about to shout loudly, an arrow from the opposite black shadow shot through his throat

　　The nobles struggling to climb up saw a strange scene

　　 The first person who climbed the **** did not turn over to the other **** as they thought, but the body twisted and twisted a few times strangely, and then rolled down like a ball from the top along the **** surface.

　　The body hit the tree branch under the slope, the whole body was strangely ricketing, and a muddy arrowhead was still shaking on the body

　　 "Ah! Someone on the slope!"

　　The nobles had not reacted from the panic, and suddenly found that a group of black shadows appeared on the top of the slope, and they stopped at a loss.

　　 The captain of the scout who climbed the **** put down the long horned longbow in his hand. The arrow that killed the nobleman just now was a masterpiece of the captain.

　　 Looking at the dark shadow on the other side of the hill that is still struggling to climb the slope, one of the nearest, he can even see the face that was white because of fear,

　　 "Farmers are farmers. In front of the real army, these farmers are only equipped with wielding forks!"

　　 He smiled contemptuously, pulled out his long sword at the waist, and shouted at the scouts behind him

　　 "Kill them all, never let go! Let these Samorian idiot farmers know what a real warrior is!"