Chapter 16 Horn, Drum [1]

The Gaua River, the northern marshland, a regular army of 5,000 people is slowly heading north. Another 40 kilometers is Varga, the northern holy place of the Tauren. The generals of the army gathered together, riding a white horse, allowing the horse to snort in mid-air. It resounded around, and I didn't know whether it was quiet or because of something, which attracted a lot of birds fluttering their wings. The leader looked into the distance and said in a low voice to several generals, "The front is Varga. Let's go east first and then north. Across the Gaua River, you don't have to worry about the sudden rush of the Tauren.

Listening to his tone, it seems that the main enemy is not the taurids, and the aborigines living here only make him a little cautious.

The generals seemed to look a little solemn. The commander of the cavalry regiment urged the horses to stand, and then said to the man in the marshal's armor, "Marshal, there must be something wrong with Tartu. The Tauren absolutely dare not fight against the imperial army of Valmiera. They will be careful. There must be someone else who let the cavalry scout the brigade be completely destroyed!"

The commander of the cavalry regiment did not know all this. In fact, the marshal had already known that the marshal closed the mouth of the white glove, turned his eyes, and said calmly, "I know who the enemy is and how powerful the enemy is. I have no doubt about this. However, if revenge is just for revenge and is overwhelmed by hatred, then I will never send troops and make low-level mistakes.

"But..."

The commander of the cavalry regiment looked angry and doubtful. While he was angry, he was still wondering why the marshal sent troops.

But I don't know that the marshal's inner worries have been lingering in his mind all the time since the moment he left Valmieira, as if a man-eating monster was waiting for them to enter the trap and then bite fiercely.

This cruel guy has unimaginable perseverance and patience. And with its own superb strength, it has integrated a large number of outlaws. The whole north, including the Kingdom of Estonia, cannot be his opponent.

"Wow..." The marshal seemed to have a long sigh, slightly sad, lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while, looked at the commander of the cavalry regiment, and said, "But why did I still send troops? And it is not aimed at any taau-headed tribe, along the north of the Gaouya River, ignoring the existence of the Varga taau-headed tribe at all?

The commander of the cavalry regiment swallowed a deep mouthful of water. He wanted to know, but he vaguely felt that the marshal would not tell him.

"This is a top secret, you have no right to know."

The marshal said calmly, and there was not even a trace of waves in his eyes, which made the head of the cavalry regiment a little disappointed and a little happy. That expression really made the marshal a little ridicule and smile. The elegant man lifted the cloak scattered aside behind his back, and the red cloak seemed to be the characteristic of the whole army. These soldiers held round shields and spears, and the four of them marched side by side. From time to time, some veterans were sarcastic about each other. Occasionally, there are two pornographic skin jokes, which attract the laughter of many men. When the whole army moves forward, it is calm and confident.

This seems to be Tiger. What makes many men unable to stop the so-called heritage that House has been advocating is that the whole Black Tiger Mercenary Corps may not have such a damn heritage for a lifetime. This mob of hooligans and scum has long been a group of crazy wild dogs and wolves after being ** to this extent. They showed fierce and fierce eyes, sharp teeth, drooling everywhere, and their claws were about to fly over at any time. The sharpness and determination were definitely different from the solemnity of any kind of army.

However, compared with murderousness, it seems that no one can compare with them at all.

Tartu, Tiger. Head House came in person, accompanied by Narval's three municipal officials with outstanding contributions, who have outstanding achievements and theoretical foundation in urban construction and management. However, with Tiger. House's ambitions are getting stronger and stronger. Those ways of building cities just to facilitate urban trade have long been thrown into the garbage can.

"I want to see a city in Tartu, a city that can echo with Mustave on the south shore of Lake Ichd. I estimate that the urban population will be at least more than 250,000. Of course, people of any race can come here to live. The premise is that as long as they contribute to the taxation of the Narval Tamsalu Confederation. Tiger. House's words are a little difficult to accept.

Although human beings pay attention to tolerance, they are actually real racists. They discriminate against many races. Although the tauren are powerful, in the north, after the barbarian army and the tauren fights, they always treat these strong races as slaves. And the so-called equality is simply a joke. The kind of pride in their bones makes many human beings not agree that these races are equal people like them.

But now it seems that some bastard is going to make some changes.

The way of suicide, the way of cramming, the way of high pressure, always seem to be effective, and then under the deliberate guidance of the ruler for decades, the whole world is deliberately crazy about it.

"I can satisfy you with human material and financial resources. Just like Christian and Weber, they have the ability and talent to create supreme value for my group, so they should enjoy beautiful women's money and power. However, if you think you can fiddle with your so-called thoughts in your own field, then I don't mind letting you see why my butcher knife is so sharp!"

Once a powerful man intimidates a man, he is absolutely extremely tough. Once the bastard's eyes became solemn, it seemed that there were two whirlpools that kept turning and turning there. When he looked at him a little, he felt that his soul was out of control. Perhaps, is this the murderous spirit of a murderous demon king? No one knows Tiger. Does House know how horrible he is, but it seems that many people in the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps respect this young boss.

Even the tare bull himself knows clearly, and Tiger. Compared with Boss House, Boss Norton is really much worse.

As for the difference, I can't say one, two, three or four.

"Okay, consul, I think we have clearly understood what you mean. Your city will definitely satisfy you. There is no doubt that this is a city with greater military use than civilian use. How long do you need us to finish it? If it is just a general defense, it only takes half a year for the city to meet your requirements. In terms of defense, it can maintain up to one medium-sized battle. But I believe you also know that this kind of defense is more than enough in the north. These city experts were just some unknown and poor architects, but Tiger. House's employment policy has unearthed them. That is to say, although all three guys are Qianlima, Ma Hu is the Xiangma master who really knows Qianlima.

Ma Hu didn't seem to hear what they said. He just nodded. The three of them bowed over happily and retreated slowly.

In the distance, on Central Avenue, the tareans on both sides quickly flashed further and galloped over. Obviously, he was a messenger. The cowhide envelope at the messenger's waist was extremely grated, but it was wrapped in more cooked cowhide bags, and the envelope was firmly fixed at the waist.

"The regiment, the regiment leader! Chief! Varga's urgent news, Captain Kaya's top-secret news!"

All of Tartu's against Saab have been eliminated. After Nice's opposition, the whole Tartu developed according to Boss Ma's idea. Today's Tartu is completely a sloppy sphere of influence. Whether it's Norton or Saab. In Nice, the influence of Bolzama and Tartu is now gradually being consolidated. Although there are still people who are demagogic and opposed there, it is just a small fight. In the face of the absolute strength of the Northern Legion, Ma Hu, who is now expanding the military ceremonies, is not afraid of any enemy in Estonia and Narval.

Unlike the remaining half of the country of the Kingdom of Estonia, most of the areas controlled by Boss Ma are rich in materials and have a large population. Compared with Tallinn, the capital of the Kingdom of Estonia, although it is not rich and elegant, it is more vigorous.

This seems to be the vitality of the newborn, which is not comparable to the rotten wood of Estonia.

Opening the red wax sealed letterhead, his eyes jumped and he felt an ominous, but he never thought of a bad situation. But when he looked carefully at the content of the letter, he couldn't say anything shocking. It turned out that Kaya asked him for help: the east coast of Varga was lost, the first defensive position at the front of Tartu was lost, and the enemy had a well-trained regular army of the 5,000-man legion, which had been forced towards Tartu!

Kaya is asking for help.

The Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment is not very powerful in southern Estonia. For the sake of Tartu, the control of this area has led to nearly 4,000 soldiers. Those wandering tribes are simply a headache, but they have to watch it desperately.

The power held in Kaya's hand will never exceed 2,500 people.

And this also includes nearly a thousand tauri warriors from Tartu who have just joined the legion.

There is no doubt that the tareans are brave and good at fighting, but no one believes that the well-equipped tareans can be compared with the regular army.

How can the Tauren race, which has not experienced a large-scale war for hundreds of years, understand the complexity of group warfare? This is the reality, and Boss Ma must deal with it. Because what he is facing is the army of the strongest empire on the mainland. He must defeat it, and there is no reason not to defeat it.

Because this is a test!