Riding and Slashing

Chapter 44 The Horse Lover
"So, Ralph, you are no longer the commander of the city defense army?"

Nominally, Changhe Town now belongs to the so-called 'child' in the womb of Mrs. Bella, but in fact it has completely belonged to Duke Alma. It is estimated that most of Auden's people will not be able to stay.

"Yes, my lord, I am not a knight of the kingdom... I was entrusted by the earl to preside over the defense deployment. Now all the rangers who served in Changhe Town have been dismissed by Madam Bella, and the garrison has been replaced by the Duke of Alma. who brought it."

Ralph was obviously not reconciled, but he was helpless: "My lord, even though we all know that all of this was planned by Duke Alma, all his actions are legally and morally justified. Even if we have any dissatisfaction , you can’t let the Rangers attack your hometown..."

Indeed, quite tenable.

Let the Bastards and the Red Brotherhood contact the Jatus, use the Jatus to lure the Horn Rangers in Longhe Town to fight the fire, and then the Jatu army gathers at Fort Yongshield, causing Ralph's entire army to leave the station.

Then take Rivertown with a group of so-called 'traitors' - if nothing else, either pirates or the Red Brotherhood.

In the end, the great Grand Duke Alma personally led the army, wiped out the "traitors" in Changhe Town, and "saved" Mrs. Bella's life in time.

Then, as a benefactor and close friend, he raised Mrs. Bella and the so-called 'posthumous child' whom he got from nowhere...

I don't know how cruel a 50-year-old woman must be to conceive a child with a paralyzed old man...

Anyway, all the bad things were done by the thugs of the Red Brotherhood. Grand Duke Alma put down the chaos quickly, and even won the gratitude of the people in Changhe Town who didn't know the truth-if it wasn't for Li Ang's "prophecy" in advance, Ralph would probably be in the dark in the drum.

But now, no one has anything to do with Grand Duke Alma, and they have almost no excuses.

— except for the few Red Brotherhood captives.

"Hey, Ralph, I suggest you develop well on the border first... Let's talk about our deal—I still have a few captives here that may be useful to Earl Oden."

In fact, there was nothing to talk about in the transaction, and Ralph happily gave Li Ang a good price-twenty sets of equipment for calling the rangers with the horn, and enough food to sustain 50 people through the entire winter.

Yes, no dinars, after all Ralph himself is not a rich man and has just lost his job.

Although there were no gold coins, these green hats and equipment were worth a lot. The camp alone was not worth that much money. Ralph counted the captives in it.

As Earl Auden's most trusted subordinate, he knew the role of these captives in the current situation for Auden.

Ralph will make this place a garrison for the rangers—as long as he wants, Earl Auden can grant him a knight status at any time, and then use this place as his knight collar.

He did exactly what Li Ang thought, he didn't like the intrigue among the nobles, but he was willing to make meritorious deeds on the border.

Afterwards, Raphael, the ranger who lent his bow to Li Ang, led a hundred people and put on Jatu's equipment.

According to Li Ang and Ralph's original plan, he wanted to take a stroll around Lion Lake City.

Before, it was just a plan to plant, but now it is considered to be planted and revenge.

I hope Oden can also seize the opportunity to be shameless.

Jatu corpses and horses were strewn all over the place, and the rangers soon dressed up as a hundred or so Jatu raiders.

"You should wear this."

Li Ang handed his bloody helmet to Raphael.

"Ah yes, this is the helmet of the Jatu warlord! My lord, is this a gift from us? I hope you like my bow."

Ranger Raphael looked happy, not at all disgusted with the old blood-soaked visor.

"Uh, then I seem to be taking advantage..."

The falcon bow is quite good, obviously worth more than the helmet.

Li Ang felt a little embarrassed now - when he could take advantage of it, he always thought about taking advantage of it, and when people really didn't care, he was worried that he would not be able to stand up for his face...

"No, my lord! This helmet is a testimony of your bravery and wisdom. How many enemies would you have to kill to get this look... I took advantage of it."

Raphael seemed to really feel that it was an honor to get this helmet, and he didn't even want to wipe the blood off the helmet.

The eyes are clean and pure.

"...As long as you like it. By the way, can any of you speak Jatu dialect?"

Li Ang asked the right person this time. Ralph and Raphael can speak a little Jatu—their father and son's hometown is at the junction of Changhe Forest and Jatu Grassland, and they often meet Jatu people.

"My lord, what are you doing studying Jatu language?"

"I captured a Jatu warlord."

Raphael's eyes now seem to be looking at the deity himself: "...God... No one has ever been able to capture the upper echelons of Jatu! Aren't they all going to fight to the end?"

……

Li Ang was the last person to be treated by Anson - the knife wound on his chest was a skin trauma, not serious.The legs and arms were all penetrating wounds, so as long as the arrows were not drawn, there was no possibility of excessive blood loss.

This style has been collectively respected by his subordinates and the Horn Call Rangers.

It's just that Li Ang doesn't really want this kind of respect - it hurts so much.

Pretending to be a steel tough guy is actually very uncomfortable...

After a short rest, Raphael bid farewell to Li Ang and crossed the river to fool around in Lion Lake City, while Ralph stayed in the camp to help Li Ang interrogate the warlord.

Li Ang wanted to know how the warlord got his own sword - he felt that the adaptability shown by the Ikatu people in the mountains might not be able to catch up with or kill Liwa's bandit who was familiar with the terrain.

If Liwa could really trade with the Jatu people, then he wanted to find this woman.

Not for revenge, purely for profiteering.

Of course, if you can, you can take revenge by the way.

The lord is very small-minded.

But this warlord who had been silent all this time, after the death of two hundred Jatu cavalrymen, seemed to have no desires and desires, and seemed to want death wholeheartedly.

Looking at it like this, torture is meaningless.

Moreover, he had suffered several injuries and was extremely weak.

Ralph had no choice but to try to threaten interrogation, but most of them didn't respond.

It wasn't until Ralph looked at the dozens of Jatu war horses left outside and said something that the warlord finally opened his eyes.

"You guys, you can't, like this! That's just, horse!"

"Damn! So you can speak human language!"

Although it was just a word that jumped out, the meaning was very clear - the warlord didn't want those horses to be hurt.

Ralph chuckled and said, "Sure enough, everyone in Jatu loves horses."

"...The Dexia people are also... horses are their brothers and gods, more important than wives and daughters." Sarah leaned over and said softly beside her.

"Since you can speak human language... I just have one question, where did you get this sword?" Li Ang showed the sword to the warlord, and then added: "Answer my question, I will give it to you." Heal your wounds and save your life."

The warlord turned his head to look at Li Ang, and shook his head: "I, die. Ma, you, you can't, eat!"

Well, I didn't expect Ralph to make him open his mouth by eating horse meat...

Sure enough, the cultural core of every nation is eating. The most reliable way to distinguish between nations and beliefs is to see what can be eaten and what can’t be eaten...

"Okay, I promise to keep them fat and strong. My questions shouldn't bother you, but if you don't answer this kind of question, we can only eat horse meat soup. And I promise, you will also I will eat it all!"

Li Ang motioned the Jiatu warlord to look at the deflated cauldron in the middle of the camp.

There were two horse legs slanted upwards on the edge of the pot. After Klose cut it twice with a sword, half of the horse crushed the iron pot.

(End of this chapter)