Power and Empire Chapter 358: Blood Kill (2)
Piao wants to take action against the Hu Tajing family. "The Duke Jones raised his head and looked at Man Xu Zi. He hesitated, "The Hutak family is the lord who guards the Luth Wasteland, the main road in the west. The influence in the Western Conference is not that you are about to lead the army into the west. Offend Huta at this time. The K family, I'm afraid it will put you in an unfavorable situation! This is also the reason why I haven't done anything to Saranku. I don't want to cause trouble for you."
"Old Duke!" The fat man looked moved, thinking that Duke Jones was almost in danger because of this, and he couldn't help feeling irritated. The more determined he became towards the Hutak family,
The fat man hesitated for a while, and decided to tell Duke Jones the truth, and took out a top-secret document from his arms and placed it in front of Duke Jones.
"For the opposition in the Western Conference, I have already prepared. This is a secret agreement signed between the Kurgits and my Samor. Kugit has promised to fully support our operations in the West, and promised to At that time, two hurricane cavalry stationed on the western border were mobilized to make a surprise attack on North Stian’s army in the west from the rear."
"Kugits!" Old Duke Jones had a weird face, and he gritted his teeth at the enemy who had almost wiped out his family.
But I have to admit that the Kugits have the absolute right to speak on the issue of the West. The forces of the Western Alliance itself are relying on the wing of the Kurgits. If the Kurgits really agree to help, the Western War is basically a foregone conclusion.
"Compared with the support of the Kujites, the Hutak family's voice is too weak!" The fat man sneered at the corner of his mouth, patted the old prince on the shoulder, and cut the railway firmly.
"The old man lives here. I want to see what kind of wind and waves that Saranku can turn up for two days at most. My infantry regiment will arrive at the port of Savalan in Jones’ collar. At that time, I must uproot the Hutak family forces. From the Jones leader! Let them know that my Samor's sword is not only sharp but also decisive!"
The timid attendant Frederick stood respectfully by the side, listening to the whispered talk between the fat man and Duke Jones, and he didn't dare to take a breath.
Thinking of the tragic fate of the Hutak family, a wealthy family in the west, was set in this ordinary small building, and I couldn't help but feel a sharp chill spread rapidly from behind.
In the afternoon. The broken snow outside stopped, the world was silvery white, and I saw the beautiful and magnificent scenery outside, the owner of this land. The injured Duke Jones insisted on taking the fat man to hunt outside the city, claiming to take the fat man to see the characteristics of the west,
The old man rode a tall Supor horse with the help of several guards and pointed to the forest in the distance. "May is a good season in our west, and the elk herds will come out after a winter. Unlike the hunting season in April in the central part, the hunting season in the west is in May. To be honest, I treat you all I’m jealous of my luck. Come to fight in the West in May, you will really pick the time!"
"Isn't it a coincidence! I don't want to come either, but which fellow Stean Cousse doesn't make people safe!" The fat man smiled embarrassedly
Morpheus, the head of the business alliance, walked over with a few oily hounds in his hand, and said with a compliment, "My lord! This is a special product of a large cross between a Laburne Shepherd dog and a Coogitt Shepherd, a specialty of the West. Hulaborn Hound,
The hair color is bright. The character is brave. The size is as big as a pig, because the two triangular ears always stand up, and it is called "sentinel" in the west. Although it is not the top level among the hounds, it is considered excellent. "
"Okay! With these sentinels! I think the old duke will return in full." The fat man looked at the lively hounds and was also interested, and asked Morpheus to hand the hounds to the guards and accompany the old duke out. Laimiao City
Duke Jones was right. Along the way, the fat man saw a few teams of young aristocrats with bows and arrows and hunting dogs, joking and riding horses in the outskirts of the plains, and occasionally saw some small wild animals such as hares being driven away. Running around
"Go, let's go over there!" Duke Jones, who is rigorous by nature, frowned unhappy when he looked at these arrogant noble boys and girls,
He is the owner of this land, and he is used to hugs from the front and back on weekdays. He is always a bit uncomfortable with these young boys and girls who do not know the heights of the sky. The generation gap exists no matter what.
With these impetuous aristocratic youngsters driving in front, the fat man and his group were left idle, hunting while walking, even the poorly skilled fat man shot a few prey, but the elk she was looking for never saw it, and couldn't help feeling It's a pity,
The fat man proposed to return to Lemiao, but Duke Jones seemed very interested, and insisted on looking forward, and vowed to follow his experience. There must be a herd of elk in front,
Duke Jones turned to a hillside and suddenly pointed proudly at a dense pine forest in the distance. Yelled "Look! Elk herd! I'm right!"
The fat man looked around and saw that the dark green pine needles were covered with thick snow and several black spots were jumping happily during the period, each with a fat fat...just mouthful... o...fishing book concave clams! …, six;, like the elves in the world, they are the moose looking for along the way
"Hehe, the old man's experience is really rich!" The fat man joked in a good mood
Seeing the fat man in good spirits, Duke Jones rolled his eyes. He suggested, "It's boring to hunt like this. Why don't we place a bet separately. If you win, I will hand over to you the Lukrens Manor outside the main Fort Jones! That's one of my three best manors." /
"Okay, I like this proposal! Then I'm welcome." The fat man smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked at the scattered elk herd in the distance, took the longbow from the guard first, and rushed over. Plunge into the distant pine forest
The cold wind blew on his face, and the fat man clamped his feet firmly. The horse speed slowed down, "Go!" The fat man shouted in a low voice, his five fingers clenched the handle of the bow, his arms pressed hard, and the two-meter-long thorn tile bowstring was immediately stretched into a full string
The elk not far away hasn't noticed this malicious chaser yet
"Swish" a faint white line pierced the air and nailed it to a pine tree trunk with a violent whistling sound. The powerful impact force of "lock" made the arrow pierce the trunk,
The tree trunk was swayed, and the leaves were mixed with snow flakes and only fell off.
An elk who is lowering its head gnawing on snow leather, raises its head blankly,
Seeing the still shaking arrow tail, I suddenly reacted, and my plump body trembled violently,
The stretchy limbs quickly ran away on the snow, and the entire elk herd was like a team of forest elves splashing, leaving a string of plum blossom hoof prints on the snow
"Haha! Fatty man, you are still a virtuous person. I just said that the prey is too unworthy of you to start. Now I have nothing to say!" Old Duke Jones rode on the horse and laughed at the level of fat man just now. ,
"No way! I really don't use this!" The fat man smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that the firing power of the thorn tile longbow was so strong that it caused a calculation error. He hurriedly handed the thorn tile longbow to the accompanying guards. , Immediately turned around agilely, picked up the heavy foot crossbow in the weapon slot with his right hand, and his sharp eyes flashed with blade-like cold
"Beng" a strong bowstring trembles, and the short tail arrow drew a strange arc in the air with the sound of wind,
The running elk collar, sturdy body shocked, a cluster of arrows pierced through its thick neck, bright red deer blood spattered from the arrow, and the mouth screamed in the air,
The plump body was taken more than one meter away by the strong arrowhead, and it hit the ground heavily, his limbs twitched, and the hot deer blood was particularly eye-catching in the snow
The infantry crossbow has a powerful and terrifying piercing power. Duke Jones, who was still teasing just now, was secretly speechless, thinking of such a terrible weapon. Already equipped with Samor’s 100,000 army, I can’t help but feel scalp numb
"The times have changed, and the fat man is no longer what it used to be!" Duke Jones looked at the fat man in the distance. Secretly, three black Hublaren hounds happily ran past him, barking joyfully around the prey.
"Dead old man! I'm okay!" Looking at the old duke's shriveled face, the fat man raised the crossbow in his hand. Blew a whistle arrogantly, and smiled, "With this one, I have six, and everyone is even. As long as you shoot one more, your Lucrens Manor will belong to me!"
"It's dark, go back." Duke Jones deliberately turned his head away, not looking at Fatty's ambitious face, but Fatty's interest seemed to be lifted by this arrow, and he said excitedly, "No. Hunting." It just started!"
"Where is the prey?" Duke Jones looked at him embarrassedly, and the flock of elk was scared away by a single arrow. Only the empty woods are left, and the sky is already in the evening~IndoMTL.com~The woods fell into a faint dark color, horses hooves stepped on it, and there was a sound of broken snow
"Who said no! I have been with us for so long! Why should you show your face?" The fat man smiled, pulling the lever on the infantry crossbow with unexplained interest, and the bowstring squeaked tightly. The loud voice shook the leaves rustling.
With a flick of his right hand, in the crisp sound of the bowstring, "Ah" a black shadow planted from the thick pine elm tree on the right, and heavily planted in the snow, it was an assassin with a veiled face
"God! What's going on?" Duke Jones couldn't figure out what was going on. "Hands!" A slamming sound rang from the top of the pine forest, and a dark figure jumped from the high pine forest with his hands. His long sword shone cold in the gloom, covering the fat man’s head,
"Looking for death!" A blue light burst out from the fat man’s waist, and the "Prairie Blue Moon" of the famous prairie made an arc of death in the air. "Ah" the black shadow couldn't dodge in the air. I was cut in two with a knife on the spot, blood mixed with internal organs, and it was like a rain of red blood that had just fallen, and the blue light went through a roundabout and returned to the fat man’s hands again
"Beng! Beng!" Three thorn tile longbowmen among the guards. The longbow in his hand shot a burst, and a few black spots were planted from the tree just...Kou Yang... o...Yushu concave not orange body clams!