Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

In the chill of the early morning, a deafening siren suddenly sounded throughout the border fortress.

"What happened?" The drowsy soldier suddenly woke up: "Are there any enemies? The snowstorm is so heavy that I can't see anything!"

"There are no enemies, soldiers!" The knight quickly walked past the city wall. He hit the helmets of the still confused soldiers with the hilt of his sword, making a crisp "dang-dang" sound.

"The general ordered us to go down to the city wall to collect food!"

"Collecting grain? Are you crazy! The snow is so heavy, it will kill us!"

"Execute the order, soldier!" The knight turned around. His expression looked a little tired in the wind and snow. "We have no right to choose. If we don't go down now, when the blizzard stops, we will face monsters and Sumerians. The cavalry!"

Mentioning the Sumerians, fear appeared in the eyes of all the soldiers.

There are only two nomadic tribes that give the Ireland Empire a headache, one is the Sumerian tribe and the other is the Carlisle Empire.

The Sumerians are powerful. It is said that the blood of the Frost Trolls flows in their bodies. The adult males are at least eight feet tall. Even in the cold winter, they can gallop bare-chested in the snow. They are good at To commune with beasts, the direwolf is their common mount.

They live in the vast plains on the border between Anlius and the Ireland Empire. No one knows where their royal tent is. Even though the Ireland Empire organized many sieges, they were unable to completely eliminate this group of cunning nomads. .

Every winter, they would still run out from unknown corners, like elusive wolves on the grasslands, plundering the food-collecting troops of the Ireland Empire.

The soldiers stationed at the border fortress here are basically veterans. They have more or less experience fighting the Sumerians. Except for the two golden knights in the fortress, it is difficult for ordinary soldiers and knights to ride on the ice field. The Sumerians fought to a draw with the Wolf, and most of the time it took four or five soldiers or knights to kill a Sumerian.

For veterans who fought with the Sumerians.

Those weirdos riding direwolves are more difficult to deal with than monsters, and are the villains who often appear in their nightmares.

Under the leadership of a group of knights, the soldiers put on their armor and went down the city wall. If possible, they put two layers of woolen sweaters on the armor and wrapped their feet with gauze. This would prevent them from harvesting food later. The skin on their feet was frozen together with the cold boots. Without any conditions, they wrapped themselves in a quilt. They forced themselves into the armor and walked waddling like a clumsy fat penguin.

"Boom", the gate of the fortress opened.

The howling cold wind filed in along the city gate. The soldiers who had just left the stove were unable to react for a while, and they all let out strange screams of surprise. The howling north wind was like a knife, mercilessly piercing their faces. Like a cold slap in the face, a layer of white frost condensed on the knight's armor, and the water vapor they breathed steamed out along the helmet. Their faces were solemn and they secretly speculated how long this blizzard would last.

"Move! Faster!" Kashun shouted, urging the soldiers to reorganize their formation.

Golden fighting spirit boiled all over his body.

This fighting spirit not only helped him turn away the wind and snow, but also drove away the chill that poured into his armor.

He was riding a northern war horse with a thick mane. The horse was fat and strong, and showed no fear of the oncoming snowstorm.

The place where food is collected is the farmland one kilometer away from the border fortress. There are many such farmlands within the fortress, but only the vast plain outside the fortress is more suitable for growing food. Normally, this farmland will have people from the Ireland Empire. Soldiers patrolled back and forth, and those soldiers were probably still shivering in the hut near the field facing the sudden snowstorm.

One kilometer is not a long journey, but in the snowstorm, Kashun and his army still walked for almost an hour before arriving.

Just as he thought, the soldiers patrolling the farmland were trapped in the hut.

In the dim snow curtain, the bonfires in the hut loomed like orange eyes. They looked shaky, as if they would fall into silence in the next moment.

But what made him happy was that the rice had been collected and stacked on the field ridges. Then they only needed to carry it, and no longer needed to spend time and energy waving sickles in the snowstorm.

"Everyone, take action. I hope to see you carrying rice on your backs within half an hour." He waved his silver sword and gave the order to the soldiers, and then he told the few knights around him. He ordered: "Go and take a look at the huts of the patrols. They have been trapped here all morning without warm clothes. Although we can't do anything, we can at least provide a bowl of hot soup for our brothers!"

The knights took the order and left, and the soldiers performed their duties.

Kashun led his knights into an unmanned patrol hut. The knights piled up relatively dry firewood and lit it with fire sticks. The orange-red flames brought warmth and melted the accumulated firewood on their armors. Ice and snow.

"With this damn weather, I don't know how many people will freeze to death with such heavy snow." Kashun tightened the cashmere cloak around him, but the cold wind still rushed in.

He can't continue to output fighting energy all the time.

Monsters and Sumerians may appear at any time in the snowstorm, and he must preserve his fighting spirit for emergencies.

The snow water had not yet completely melted but had formed sharp ice pillars on the eaves. The frost-covered leaves were carried into the house by the howling cold wind. Everyone seemed to hear an inexplicable roar in the wind. The sound was vague and strange. Like leather slapping together.

"What's the sound?" Kashun frowned and looked out the window.

The dark sky was completely blocked by the blizzard, and he could see nothing but rapidly dancing snowflakes.

"My lord, maybe it's just a rumor." The guard knight murmured.

"I hope..." Kashun shook his head. He always felt a little uneasy, but there was still a golden knight guarding the border fortress, so no accidents would happen.

"Let those soldiers move faster," he urged.

The faster you move, the less impact the cold will have on your body.

Those soldiers who move slowly are easily frozen by the snowstorm.

Kashun hoped that he would take as many soldiers with him when he came and as many as he would take with him when he returned.

It's only a kilometer of road. If a few of them freeze to death, won't the old man laugh to death when they get back to the fortress?

The knight went out with the torch. Kashun closed the windows and doors. The small wooden door was banged by the howling north wind, but the wind and snow were still blocked outside. He sat back comfortably. On the chair, the warm body of Queen Andrius began to appear in his mind.

But just when he was thinking about it.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the horizon.