Ride and Cut

Gunther had just heated up the room and was sitting by the fireplace making tea with his arms shirtless, when he suddenly felt the door open and a gust of cold wind gushing in, he couldn't help shivering. He turned his head and was about to scold someone, but when he came to his mouth, he changed his words again: "Boss, is the meeting over?"

Li Cha walked into the room and lay down on the bed, lazily "hmm".

"What's the point?"

"The next thing is not the kind of small fights like before. We still have to remain humble and strive to continue to improve." The lord came back from a meeting. He didn't learn anything else, and his bureaucratic accent has improved significantly.

Gunther curled his lips quietly, turned around and continued to stare at the teapot.

Hurt pushed open the door with a bundle of firewood in his arms, and came in together with the howling wind.

"Close the door quickly, you will let the heat go away." Gunther seized the opportunity to complain quickly.

"Where's Abu?" Richard realized that since returning to the camp, he hadn't even seen a single Skaar lizardman.

"There's a military flag parade outside. They watch the fun and don't want to come back." Hurt put the "firewood" on the table, only then did the lord realize that it turned out to be a black baguette. There is no doubt that it belongs to the supplies distributed by the army's logistics, because the supplies of Alpine Fort have always been relatively generous and abundant, and even slaves will not eat them.

"Military flag parade?" Gunther was most interested in watching the excitement, and suddenly became energetic.

"Yeah." Hurt carefully put the bread stacks neatly, and said casually: "A group of guards of honor wore white gloves and bearskin hats, and held up the team flag to display around. It's really pretty and interesting."

"By the way, my lord, what does our own flag look like?" Hurt knew that there was a military flag designed by his lord in Alpine Castle, but he had never seen it before.

Li Cha groaned and chirped perfunctorily, "That's it, the flag or not is not just a piece of cloth."

"I'll go and have a look." Gunther put on his leather jacket excitedly, and wanted to rush out of the house.

"Look at the fart!" The lord sat up from the bed, rolled up his sleeves and rattled his fists, "I think this cold weather is suitable for wrestling indoors, how about two?"

Gunther's face suddenly became very bitter. He couldn't forget the time he was thrown badly in Cologne Colosseum.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't go." Gang Manzi sat on the chair slumped, still planning to wait for Abu to come back and ask him about it.

"My lord! Something happened!" Suddenly a centaur broke open the wooden door and rushed into the room, panting heavily, "Abu and the others are fighting with the Dragon Claw!"

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The clanging of military music, the cry of the north wind.

The bearskin hats of the guards of honor were lined up in a long black line, above which a team flag was fluttering in the wind.

The weather is very cold, but the atmosphere is lively. Most of the life in the military camp is boring, so there are not a few people watching the excitement at this moment.

Abu was lying on the edge of the fence, watching with great interest the guard of honor in front of him passing by like water, and shaking the thick and long tail behind him from time to time—for the Skaar people, this is a sign of a good mood.

It was the first time he had seen such dignified uniforms and such exquisite and varied flags. Everything made this little bumpkin who had never seen the world feel extraordinarily novel, and he hated that his parents didn't give him a few more pairs of eyes, so that he could enjoy himself.

In the distance, a red flag was held in the hands of the guard of honor, with a slightly distorted paw embroidered on it, and it was getting closer and closer to the beat of the drum.

Surrounded by team flags with a long history, profound heritage and excellent embroidery. This flag is out of place and eye-catching, it can no longer be described as shabby.

"Look, that seems to be our flag." Abu patted the shoulder of his companion beside him, and a rare smile appeared on his expressionless face.

He didn't feel that his flag was simpler than others, because it was much stronger than the fabric of the previous tribe anyway.

But after all, not all the bumpkins like him were watching the excitement. There was a burst of laughter all around, and it became louder and louder as the distance shortened.

"What are you laughing at?" Abu looked up at the Dragon Claw cavalry on his right who was at least a head and a half taller than him, thinking he missed something.

The other party was also curious about which department actually brought a group of lizardmen. This race is known to have little combat effectiveness, and guessed in his heart that it might be a supplementary logistics auxiliary. "Look at their team flag, they are like fucking beggars, and they are ashamed of our legion."

"The flag of the Alpine Fort, Eagle Knight, you know it, and you don't know how it became famous."

"Let's draw a general from among the dwarves." Someone said a slang term with a sense of humor. If the lord is present, he must make people laugh.

Abu blinked his eyes twice, the needle-shaped pupils looked extraordinarily indifferent. But he was too small to be noticed.

Skaar is not tall and has little strength. He can linger all day long without saying a word. He looks like a harmless animal. But as heavy cavalry heroes in the wilderness, the Skaar people are by no means cowardly. Their invincible life makes them hide a wild arrogance in their bones.

I usually get bullied in Gaoshanbao because I agree with the people around me as partners, but now I can't stand being kicked on the nose by outsiders, stretching out my claws and raising my hand to beat me without saying a word!

The cavalryman's legs were painted all of a sudden.

All of them were professional soldiers preparing to fight on the battlefield. They lacked both vigilance and courage. Fighting and fighting were commonplace for them. Could it be that they were expected to speak the truth like gentlemen?

The two sides pushed and shoved each other a few times, and someone yelled "Fuck him!", and the scuffle began. The originally peaceful and orderly military flag parade suddenly turned into a wild boxing ring—the two sides maintained the last restraint, only using their fists and not using their weapons, fearing that they would cause big trouble if they lost their lives.

The soldiers of the Dragon's Claw originally thought that it would be easy to deal with this group of lizardmen, but they realized something was wrong when they started. Their combat effectiveness is simply beyond what the lizardmen should be. They fight resolutely and methodically, making them very difficult to deal with.

However, Abu didn't take advantage of it. Even after being promoted a few times, the small body of the Skaar is still difficult to compete with humans.

So the fight became evenly matched, which lasted until the arrival of the centaurs and barbarians.

"Damn it!" Gunther sneered when he saw the Skaar people being surrounded and beaten, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.

And the Dragon Claw soldiers around who were watching the battle, of course, could not allow their own people to suffer, and they all took off their swords and went to the field to help them. There were even a few guards of honor wearing bearskin caps who threw the team flags on the ground indiscriminately, and rushed up together.

A large-scale brawl has begun.

I feel that I can gradually adapt to the rhythm of life while studying and coding at the same time.

Set up a flag, hoping to increase the amount of daily updates before November

Then the National Day will add more to the three hall masters