Othua's War Banner

Chapter 194 0193: The gloomy past
【Building: Campus Tower】

[Description: It has an excellent view, overlooking the entire training ground, and is often the VIP seat for reviewing troops. 】

City leaned against the edge of the window.

She wears bone ornaments on her wrists, and instead of armor, she wears a light and close-fitting suede poncho, with slender trousers and leather boots underneath.

The tower is located on the hillside, facing the village road and the school field.

Click, click, click.

The crisp sound of stone steps echoed in the empty building.

Kitty had seen the triumphant team a long time ago, and when she heard the sound of combat boots, she knew who it was without turning her head.

"The wine left over from last night?" Ken asked.

Sidi was holding a rum bottle in her hand, the mercenary's favorite, and it was just spring, and there were often such things in the carriages of vendors.

"Today's serving," Sidi pulled him to try, "good stuff."

"I have to stay awake."

"It doesn't matter, I've never seen you drunk anyway."

City waved her hand, hitting the rocks with the rim of the bottle to make a rhythm.

The building was rebuilt with recycled materials from the ruins of the winter house. Burke's sketches were drawn by hand, and the laborers rushed to make them overnight, which was very well done.

Ken put his hands on the window.

He glanced at it:
The houses are neat and tidy, the walls are brand new, mist floats on the vast ice surface, and the cold wind mixes with the fragrance of the cultivated soil and blows on the face.

For those who have been fighting all year round, a moment of tranquility is a time worth cherishing, which is why Tomio and the others like Santon Kaya.

As soon as Ken lowered his head, he happened to see Meng Tie Fei Si Nuo, beside a group of fully armed wolf riders, holding iron spears and knives and axes.

The wide variety of weapons also made it difficult for Arthur.

……

"It seems that your ability is nothing more than that."

Snow stood up again, with his head held high, neither the port life nor the underground black boxing had knocked this man down.

Meng took a deep breath and gestured for hands.

Snow began to hate Meng's old-fashioned appearance.

He stuck in and fought with his fists, his moves became cautious and steady, and he never regarded his opponent as a child again.

He seized the opportunity and used his superb wrestling skills to knock Meng down in the snow.

"Oh--"

Snow patted his chest and raised his fists high. He shouted at the onlookers, as if calling for applause in an octagonal cage.

The soldiers answered him by slapping their shields.

Meng stood up with his neck supported, without speaking, shrugged and beckoned to continue.

"Silent?" Snow began to attack, "Where's your arrogance, boss, the position of rider commander must be very hard."

He stood on tiptoe, circling and waiting for an opportunity.

Meng turned around smoothly, looking at his opponent with a calm gaze, as if the hunter who had stayed up until the sunrise hadn't woken up yet.

Snow's move just now was a black boxing technique.

He wandered around the port, called brothers and sisters with criminals, and betrayed each other. Some seemingly unintentional words were actually killing the patience of the enemy.

Snow said: "I'm sure of you, baby, youth is capital and weakness, come on, I'll teach you what life in the wilderness is."

Meng frowned, gritted his teeth and threw a punch.

"Oh, you little brat." Snow couldn't help but smile, "I said it all, you're still too young..."

He seized Meng's opening and flicked his elbow straight into his opponent's ribs.

Snow used all mercenary tricks—the group of guys often wrestled in the wild camp for fun, and the tricks they used were all "oil maniacs" that were not on the table, but were extremely effective.

Meng was not knocked down.

He wasn't even fooled, the so-called flaw was just a trap.

"Hey!?"

When Snow was in a daze for a while, he felt that his arms were firmly grasped, and then the world spun...and lay down in the snowdrift again.

Meng reached out and pulled him up.

Snow suddenly raised his knee, and before he could make a hit, the bridge of his nose was blown off.

He stood up again, punching again and again, repeating what he had learned in those ports.

The emotions of the wolf cavalry were ups and downs.

In the end, no one cheered any more, because Snow was falling faster and faster, and sometimes even before he made a move, he was guessed in advance, and then hugged the ground.

"Stop," Mon stepped on his chest, "this is the last time."

Snow gritted his teeth and propped himself up, and finally lay back down.

He looked at the sky with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He didn't expect that his rekindled enthusiasm for life would be extinguished so quickly.

"I don't understand," Snow said, "how can you guess the routine."

Meng's expression was always indifferent. He looked exhausted after his triumphant return, and even his speech was calm, as if it didn't take much energy to settle the duel.

Snow gave up struggling and even lost his fighting spirit.

Meng took his foot away and wanted to leave, but decided to answer the doubts of his subordinates.

He took off the armor and held it in his hand, then lifted the lining, revealing the scar from the navel to the ribs, with some long and narrow lines extending to the back.

"The answer you want." Meng said.

"How is this going?"

Snow could see burns, knife scars, and animal claw marks, fading marauder tattoos...

There were also experiences that he didn't recognize.

Meng put down his inner lining, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You have probably been around for two years, and I can tell that you have more experience than others."

Then, holding the armor, Meng turned and walked to the front of the team.

Without looking back, he added, "I'm just...more betrayed and prejudiced than you."

The wolf cavalry stepped forward to help Snow.

He is the most capable guy among the rookies, and the selection process is obvious to all. If even such a person can't be tricked, the others should forget it.

The Mon takeover process went smoothly.

The tribe is now in a stage of rapid development, time is running out, there is an endless stream of refugees, and the army is expanding.

They need to keep clearing up bandits and developing trade in order to have enough resources to build equipment and feed the refugees who are starving for food.

No matter who passed by the school grounds, they could basically only see Kuima teaching [Slinger] how to draw a bow and string, and hit those targets with increasing difficulty.

The formation he leads is more focused on technology.

【School Field】Occupied by shooters.

This tradition has been preserved in Santon Kaya for a long time.

Meng is a doer.

He led the recruits over mountains and mountains every day, tossing giant wolves and people to exhaustion, and after a little growth, he directly dragged them to deal with thieves and robbers.

The small group of looters in the nearby villages have been almost wiped out.

[Qiu Ming Ancient Road] is not the first choice of traders due to age issues. In addition, in the past ten years, the prosperity center of the northern border has gradually shifted to [Red Maple Heights], and many emerging camps are no longer on this road. across the line.

But now, with the rise of Thornton Kaya...

[Qiu Ming Ancient Road] The surrounding small villages survived longer. After the seasonal looting was eliminated, everyone was able to hoard supplies and gradually attracted business opportunities.

In just two weeks, the ruts were cleared of snow, black curved lines outlined the trajectory of development, and more and more people chose the road.

This is exactly the start of prosperity that Ken expects.

(End of this chapter)