Othua's War Banner

Chapter 34 0034: Strong

Palotus than the mountain road criss-cross.

They are found on steep slopes and tundra, brushing against glaciers and occasionally interrupted by streams.

Dirt roads, and mostly rough.

Only places with dense population, frequent trade, and constant conflicts can build wide roads.

From the afternoon onwards, daylight dimmed.

Ken took off the cloak on the back of the wolf. The dark clouds above his head had been following him for a long time, and he seemed to be looking for a place where no one was around to attack his troops.

"It's going to rain."

This time he went out, he hardly left any troops in Santon Kaya, and only arranged for a few sentries to patrol the vicinity day and night.

The order is very simple: avoid all frontal conflicts, ride a wolf back to the village to notify if there is any abnormality, discard all supplies, and save people.

The sound of pattering rain interrupted the memories.

Ken turned his head and saw a team advancing in the howling wind.

[Number of Troops: 10]

[Details: Wolf Rider X6, Blademaster X2, Singer X2]

Besides that, there is Ken himself, and his loyal follower, Quema.

The wolves pressed their feet and approached each other, protecting the calves of the riders with their fur, and they controlled the speed to catch the carriage behind them.

Two chanters sit in the driver's seat and steer the direction.

The modified cargo box contains most of the dry food, necessary dry firewood and some sundries.

The night covered the people on the mountain road, and then, the heavy rain covered their heads, drenching the winter pine and the cloak, and the Feilang under the seat had already started to tremble.

Ken came to the rear and used experience points to stabilize the horse that was about to fall.

"Listen, according to the time, we are about to reach [Kege], and there will be a suitable place to camp in the village."

There was a response from the front of the team, most of which were blown off the cliff by the mountain wind.

By the time the night darkened, the freezing rain had turned into rustling snowflakes.

The wind is still howling, ready to turn into a white dragon's breath at any moment, destroying every traveler who hasn't found his destination.

The team stopped on the side of the road, and the village named [Kege] was at their feet.

There was a steep slope between the two sides, blocked by night and gray snow, and the climate of the wilderness was changeable, and there was no time for them to trudge slowly on the winding dirt road.

Quema looked from the slope to the banner.

"what should we do?"

he asked, the troops could hardly hold on anymore.

"Changing the road, let's go from here!" Ken announced his decision. He didn't look back when he spoke, and his eyes were fixed on the snow and the winter pine trees standing in it. "Remove the straps, make a rope net for emergency landing, and go down!"

……

In Kee Village, the funeral has just been held.

Its location is southerly, if the [Apostle of Painted Ice] who attacked Santon Kaya hadn't been killed, he would have come to slaughter here.

The catastrophe of fate is always rich and varied.

Kee did not escape the raids of the bandits. Since the end of winter, all kinds of troops have come here to fight the autumn wind.

Several frost bears tore down the village gate. Although they resisted desperately, most of the supplies were taken away, the houses were burned, and the ten rooms were empty. Now it has lost the meaning of staying behind.

Male warriors kneel before a bonfire.

Behind him are several youths whose faces are also painted with paint. They are scarred and tired. The days of fighting are desperate.

The village head is talking.

An old man with a headdress of blood raven feathers.

"Mother Dong couldn't hear the response, her blessings disappeared, and we couldn't gain strength even if we sacrificed our flesh and blood. Maybe it's because we haven't experienced desperation for many years, and our hearts are no longer pious."

The male soldier narrowed his eyes.

He clenched the inside of his mouth in the firelight.

At this time, the team of bandits was still stationed on the other side of the river. The captured compatriots were slaughtered every day, and the corpses floated away along the river, but I didn't have the courage to collect the corpses.

"I should be stronger, so that I can convince everyone to kill that bridge."

The male soldier wanted to get up to refute, but was suppressed by the village head and everyone shouting in unison, Mother Dong is above, on the top of the clouds, but she is not here.

He flinched, he wasn't strong enough, he began to doubt...

Even if I can persuade everyone not to abandon the village, how dare I resist the vicious bandits with less than ten fighters and shooters?
But bandits are people too, they will still run away with their tails between their legs and armies in front of big tribes and armies.

Then come and loot food and furs from villages like Khor.

"Our characters are too weak. If we are stronger, we can make people dare not provoke them!"

The male warrior thought resentfully, but the bonfire was blown crooked by the wind, and the heat wave made people wake up in the cold night—they resisted, died, lost their souls, and only prayed and fled.

why?
Maybe it's not enough, even resistance is not enough, I don't have the courage and strength that I should have!
People around raised their hands.

It was only then that he realized that he was going to pray, and then he did the same thing, looking past the burning corpse on the pyre to the pumice above the altar.

"Old gods, if Mother Winter is really kind, please give Kee a glimmer of hope!"

But before everyone finished saying their prayers, the cries of the villagers came from behind.

They chattered and yelled, and their messy words completely ruined the sacrifice.

The male soldier was disappointed to see the village head fell on the stone steps, no different from a dry and thin old man.

He asked everyone to calm down, and it took a long time to understand what happened—someone rushed down from the snow slope, a mighty army with wild beasts!
His hand immediately clenched the spear.

Because the village has a natural danger to the river, the sentries were all assigned to the front. No one thought that the bandits who were greedy for life and fear of death would take risks.

Everyone in Ke'e Village gathered here.

There are wolves in front and tigers in the back, and no one knows where to run.

The male soldier felt a sense of grievance, but he felt that he should be stronger, so he roared to be quiet, and the lascivious crying finally stopped.

Right, that is it.

He swallowed his saliva, and took the rest of the fighters to take a step to face the enemy.

But before the mobilization before the battle, a group of people walked over from the main road. The wind and snow broke into the night, and everyone was wrapped in cold.

The figure stopped at the edge of the fire.

There were a dozen or so people, and the leader was a tall young man with a furry winter jacket swinging to the right, with a layer of snowflakes covering his head, looking at everyone with calm and sharp eyes.

"My name is Ken Bouvier, the banner of the Santon Kaya tribe, the leader speaks out."

The male soldier was a little confused.

He didn't understand the connection between the battle flag and this southern face.

When people around heard the leader, they turned their attention to themselves.

His mouth was parched and he didn't dare to admit it, so he quickly looked for the village chief with his eyes, but he heard the other party say it again.

"We need shelter, fire, and hot water."

Still no one answered, and everyone was terrified.

Ken nodded, instead of waiting any longer, he took the initiative to move forward, his military boots stepping on the stone brick steps, making a knocking sound towards the altar.

　one more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)