There is no spring, summer and autumn in the North, and it will always be winter.
In the freezing cold wind, Zhou Qingfeng's thoughts drifted. I remember that more than half a year ago, he tried his best to agitate in Black Marsh Village, threatening and lure ten or so villagers who had no way out, followed him to robbery... and went to fight.
Zhou Qingfeng still remembered how he felt at the time—how he felt awkward when riding on a short-footed horse, because the men he was carrying were a real mob. The actual combat also proved his point of view, that is, a group of waste wood that can only bluff.
At that time, the target was a group of Faerun's most famous garbage monsters-goblins. In this way, he almost capsized in the gutter, making Uncle Zhou extremely embarrassed.
Feng Shui took turns, and today Zhou Qingfeng looked around him again, still feeling awkward. The guards composed of adventurers are experienced, and they don't need to talk nonsense to stare at the front and back of the queue. But they are too lazy.
The guards always whisper as long as they are free. No matter how many times it is emphasized, they have no concept of discipline. Asking them to form a team, they will ask blankly: "To form a team for Mao? Can the whole team become stronger?"
Zhou Qingfeng was totally unable to persuade these wild guards. They are accustomed to accepting the employment of local lords when the war comes. It is their style to be single-handed. It is their life to be hired to fight, and to die in battle is their destiny.
As for the rookie guard, immaturity is their biggest shortcoming. More than two months ago, Zhou Qingfeng had taken five guards into the elf ruins and almost destroyed them. After returning, there are four remaining, which can be regarded as seeds among the guards.
Half a month ago, the guards who had completed the preliminary training began actual combat training, but were beaten up by the adventurer veteran. Then they would be violently beaten two or three times a day, even at night. Now the rookies have a lot of scars on their faces.
Zhou Qingfeng ordered'no trash', and he did clean up the personnel who were not suitable for combat in the personal guards. The cleaned up child cried bitterly, like the end of the day. The rest are all trembling, for fear that they will be cleaned up next time.
The guards don't have time to grow slowly, and the war will not happen again after they are well trained. Although the cruel elimination system is ruthless, it does as much as possible to ensure that the remaining part survives on the battlefield. As for those who have been dismissed, it would be nice to do other work.
Now, the guards join Zhou Qingfeng's command as light infantrymen and go out in a horse-drawn carriage. They are cautious, keen, nervous, disciplined and organized, but don't know how many can survive the hard fight
Thinking about the chaos that he was about to face, Zhou Qingfeng still felt that he was full of mobs. He took such a small group of more than 80 subordinates, spent a day leaving the Black Forest, and arrived at Coldwind City at noon the next day.
When the lead guard appeared on the skyline holding a red flag, the residents outside Coldwind City scurryed with their heads. Zhou Qingfeng thought that the monochromatic red flag presented by the succubus was too small and not prestigious, so he knew that the response was so strong when it appeared.
Behind the red flag are two rows of guard cavalry in a loose formation. The horses' heads have never been aligned. Zhou Qingfeng has a complaint about this. But when their messy horseshoes slowly walked along the road, the frightened passers-by could no longer move their legs.
Zhou Qingfeng was just behind the guard cavalry, and the huge body of'Illustration' blocked the entire road. The skeletal war horse seemed to come from the deepest fear in the nightmare. It stepped on fire with four hooves, tumbling negative energy all over, and swayed in front of people.
And behind the'Jiying', twenty carriages passed by, the sound of rumbling wheels spreading far away. Many passers-by had never seen such a large caravan, all of them turned pale, shocked and dumbfounded.
At the end of the team were a few guard cavalry who acted as guards. They stared at both sides of the road with fierce targets in order to prevent anyone from approaching the convoy with a blind spot. Once an enemy attack is detected, they will also warn.
When the whole team came in full of momentum, passers-by who were not shocked finally understood that this was a unit. But no one could understand the red flag that opened the way, so he could only boldly ask the cavalry who was acting as the guard, "Hey, which master is this traveling?"
"This is our Lord Victor Hugo's team." The guard cavalry wears inlaid armor, a fine iron helmet, a cavalry knife on his waist, and a hardwood bow on his back. Even the boots under his feet are authentically familiar. Cowhide.
This outfit is light and strong, and it can't be bought without fifteen gold coins.
The cavalry being questioned made a rough voice, and his words buzzed under his iron helmet. He could see the surprise and shock of passers-by, and his pride made him shout again, "We are Victor Hugo's team."
In the gloomy Northland, everything is either gray or black. The bright red is extremely penetrating, and it can be seen clearly after hundreds of meters. When the name "Victor Hugo" sounded, people on the road immediately remembered it.
But Zhou Qingfeng rode his horse to the gate and found that the gate was closed and the suspension bridges were all pulled up. The soldiers on the wall were panicked, only a few horrified heads poked out from the arrow tower, staring at the red flag that was unsteady in the cold wind.
"Is there anything wrong? I brought eighty people here, and these grandsons are so scared?" Zhou Qingfeng complained on horseback. He felt that his outpost did not even have the number one hundred, which was enough. Shabby, I am embarrassed to meet people.
The traversers led troops on the expedition, without a troop of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions, they would have no face to record in the history books. But what do the guys on the wall who are scared to pee their pants think? It's really hard to understand.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand, but the soldiers in Cold Wind City had never seen such a large number of teams with bright armor and clear-cut flags. The horses are fat and strong, and the cavalry is burly and heroic. Even the carriages are exactly the same.
When the eighty-odd men and horses moved forward unhurriedly and unhurriedly, the momentum of advancing like a forest made the people facing them panic. The guards of Coldwind City still remember to close the city gate and close the suspension bridge. This is already Keep a little sane.
Many soldiers on the city wall were frightened by Zhou Qingfeng's "rabbit crowds" and turned around and fled. Zhou Qingfeng waited under the city wall for a long time, only to let Seth go out and declare his identity.
When the news of'His Excellency Victor Hugo' arrived in the city, various rumors and rumors had begun to fly in the sky. All the forces in the city were surprised. No one expected the Zhou Qing summit to come.
Waiting for the residents in the city to stabilize their emotions, countless people rushed towards the city gate. So Zhou Qingfeng waited outside the city for a long time without waiting for the city gate to open, instead waiting for a large number of people watching the excitement, and one after another astonishment sounded on the city wall.
Zhou Qingfeng is like a monkey in a zoo a hundred meters below the city for people to watch. The subordinates he brought became increasingly impatient, but he shouted sharply: "Lined up, standing in a military position.
The cavalry mounted and the infantry lined up. Since people want to see it, they should show it openly. Although we are small in number, we still have to show our military strength. "