The guards who followed the fat man were also dressed as cavalrymen, and they were very eye-catching when they walked the streets, although the number of Kugit from the steppe was increasing, so that the steppe light cavalry was not as unusual as before.

Many people know that the rope chain buckle armor worn by the small iron rings of the steppe cavalry has better softness than ordinary iron armor, and can also provide good defense, and can effectively reduce the weight of the war horse when riding and sprinting, but for most ordinary Ruierdian civilians, it is the first time to see a team of heavily armed light cavalry from the street at such a close distance.

Some of the Ryordian civilians who came to trade with their own crops looked at the guards with complicated eyes, and under the huge oppressive force, they chaotically made way to both sides.

"Are these the rumored steppe cavalry?"

"It's scary!"

"Yes, yes, I don't know if they've killed anyone, I heard that they have a habit of drinking human blood!" The fat man heard a lot of people whispering in the civilian piles on both sides,

At the beginning, the cavalry of the Eastern Courtyard of the grassland, which almost crushed the entire north, brought not only the memory of blood to the people of Rui Erdian, but also the mystery and strength engraved in the bones, which is also the reason why there was no major resistance after Rui Erdian was attached to the empire, and strong force is always the guarantee of the stability of the country, which is always the correct truth

It is precisely because he still has a crown on his head that must represent the king of the steppe Khan, and the nearly 100,000 steppe cavalry is like a sharp sword hanging over Rui Erdian's head, so that all dissidents dare not have the slightest ambition. can only obediently accept his own rule and integration of forces, and finally become the arm of the empire

"Is this still the once powerful Rui Erdian!" the fat man sat on his horse, listening to the fearful chatter on both sides, and looking at the slightly pale faces. I suddenly felt a trace of sadness in my heart,

The powerful kingdom that was forging ahead towards the north with incomparable ambition and the efforts of successive generations of heroes, and the powerful kingdom that could tremble in the Icadiva continent with a single stomp of the foot, has ceased to exist with the defeat of Haraus, the last generation of the male lord of Ryerdian, both mentally and substantively.

And the culprit who caused this qiē was himself, from the battle of the Western Grassland, to the joint confrontation against the Eastern Court, and finally completely crushed the last glimmer of hope for the rise of Rui Erdian in Stroth. Step by step, he completely smashed the iron-blooded army soul that Rui Erdian had cultivated for hundreds of years, which is not necessarily a good thing for Rui Erdian.

But it was a blessing for the unification process of the continent, and as a direct descendant of the Ikadiwa, this people has endured more than just hundreds of years. The road of reunification haunted by the heroes and famous generals of the past dynasties, as well as countless blood full of sorrow, ended a golden age for themselves and created a golden age for them

Just when the fat man was pondering. The road ahead suddenly became chaotic, and some civilians on both sides suddenly dispersed. "Fuck off, there's no money to drink here on credit. You white eater!" A drunken figure was thrown out of the crowd next to him, and the wolf rolled a few times on the gravel-covered ground, and after a few rolls, fell right in front of the fat man's horse's hooves,

"Hiss" The war horse under the fat man's step raised its four hooves in fright, and was pulled by the fat man's strong arm, the horse's head turned to the left, and the horse's hooves fell on the side of the drunkard, avoiding the young man curled up in front of the hoof, this is a drunkard with stained hair, and his whole body exudes the disgusting smell of inferior wine,

The unkempt hair and long stubble almost covered the entire face, it was so disgusting that everyone who saw him frowned slightly, this guy was too sloppy, even if he was a few meters away, the people around him covered their noses and retreated, and even the fat man's war horse snorted angrily, which was already at the level of human and animal anger,...,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Several tall and strong men came out from the side at the same time, and saw that the drunkard stopped a knight who was not an ordinary person at first glance, and the leader of the man hurriedly put away the fierce look on his face, and said with a flattering face

"I'm sorry, honorable knight, this guy has been eating and drinking in my tavern for a month and refuses to give money, he is a useless waste, and now he has frightened the honorable lord, it is really damned!"

"Bastard, who is in the mood to listen to your nonsense, don't you want to pull people away, want to die!" a guard shouted angrily when he saw that someone dared to block the way of His Majesty the Falcon,

With a bang, the sharp guard knife was like magic, with a bold cold wind popping out of the murderous scabbard, the guard's blade was almost directly on the strong man's nose, the cold and piercing blade frightened the strong man's face suddenly turned pale, under the murderous gaze of the guard, the well-known strong man only felt the cold air behind him rushing up, and almost sat on the ground weakly

"Quick, don't you take this damn guy away and throw him into the river to sober him up!" the strong man shouted to several subordinates with a pale face and a knife gesture,

Although he didn't know that the weapon in front of him was called the Samar Sword, he heard that the captain of the local garrison once mentioned this strange curved sword when he was drinking and joking, this is the legendary Guards sword that only the most elite troops will have, and only officers with status will have it in the Falcon Army

Several strong men's subordinates hurriedly dragged the drunkard curled on the ground to the side of the road, the drunkard's body turned, and the messy hair on his head was lifted, revealing a face full of stubble, but still very young, and a cross-shaped sword scar on the left cheek reflected in the fat man's eyes

"Wait!"

The fat man suddenly raised his hand, staring at the drunkard curled in the dirt on the ground with blazing eyes, and under the attention of everyone, he personally got off the war horse, squatted down, and used his hand to puff away the messy hair that covered almost half of his face, and looked carefully, his pupils unconsciously tightened

"Crimson Erdo!"

If it weren't for the fact that he had seen the crimson Erdo who had just been released from prison, the fat man would almost not recognize it, and the sloppy drunkard in front of him who was almost a dead dog was the one who assassinated him alone in the midst of all the armies, and now the crimson Erdo was completely out of shape, skinny, his face was covered with filthy wine, his hair was unkempt like a bird's nest, and there was a foul smell of wine all over his body

"Give them 10 gold coins, and he'll pay them back!" the fat man stood up, patted the stains on his hands, and waved his hand at one of the guards behind him. Seeing that the former virtuous young fierce general Crimson Erdo had fallen to such a point, the corners of the fat man's eyebrows twitched subconsciously, he didn't let him die honorably on the battlefield, was it right or wrong? If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )