One hundred thousand mountains, circling the mountain road.

"Be careful, sir."

"Be careful, be careful... You idiot don't know how to say something else? This damn broken road, damn negotiation, damn gray army, damn new nobles, damn, damn... In short, everything is damn!"

The cavalry thought about it for a while and hesitated, "Well, please be careful."

"You...ah!" Before he could express his anger, he was suddenly covered up by a scream.

"Scared! Sir, sir... Come and take care of me, sir, you've gone into the ditch..."

...

One hundred thousand mountains are poor and bad, so the road is naturally impossible to be much better. In fact, not long after entering, the merged negotiating team had to abandon the carriage and change to riding a horse.

However, even so, it is still difficult to walk in some places. The nobles are used to being pampered and naturally cannot stand the bumps and the pain of sleeping in the open. It is fine if Ronald and others have a task, and they can still grit their teeth and resist. However, Simpson and others are so bad that they are so guilty that they are unwilling to come. Now they are suffering from this, of course, like eating an explosive crystal and cursing.

"Why don't you leave?" Don and Joshia came up from behind and asked in surprise at Philip who was walking back.

After spreading his hands, Philip said helplessly: "Someone has fallen into the ditch and is catching it."

Joshia was stunned: "Uh, nothing is wrong?"

"It's okay, the ditch is not deep, and there is water, so it's just a little bit more embarrassed at most." Philip waved his hand indifferently, then looked at the listless nobleman on the side, and turned around and asked. "How far is it? Well, I'm afraid these old guys can't support it."

Tang En replied: "If the previous information map is accurate, Yes, you can reach it by turning over the mountain in front of you."

"You still have to cross the mountains?" An old voice with a slightly sad and angry voice came from the side. Simpson walked over with a wooden stick tremblingly. The originally gorgeous robe now looks more like a pieced together homeless costume. "What a joke, we have crossed countless mountains. I swear that we have never walked so far in our lives. We still have to cross the mountains... No, I strongly demand a rest now."

"Sorry, jazz, we only had a rest half an hour ago, so we had to go on one go." Joshia's tone was calm, but her attitude was firm. "And although I don't know how far you have walked in your life, even if we add the one in front of us, we have just crossed ten mountains."

"Oh, my God. It's already the tenth mountain!" Simpson's body shook, like a candlelight in the wind. His tone was even more desolate, "No, no, if you go, you will die! You are murder, **naked murder..."

Joshia frowned and wanted to say something, but at this moment, a chaotic sound mixed with the sound of a weapon hitting suddenly came from the front.

"What's the situation... Is it a bandit? Is it?" Simpson, who was shaking just now, suddenly looked like a rabbit hitting an arrow. He stepped briskly and rushed behind Philip, and asked in a trembling voice.

There is naturally a reason for such a violent reaction. In the 100,000 mountains, there are many other mountains, and the remaining ones are the most bandits. Although the Grey-Clothed Army and the Bran soldiers were also cleaned up by the Bran army in the rear. But it is certain that there are still bandits who continue to take risks in it. What's more, when they first entered the mountains, the nobles' luxurious carriages had not yet abandoned. Such eye-catching outfits would certainly attract the attention of the bandits.

Moreover, although there are two or three hundred cavalry accompanying them, they are not too many in the eyes of bandits, and they are only the standard of a caravan. At this scale, some small bandit gangs dare not touch them, but they are the favorites of medium and large thieves. Moreover, in such a complex terrain, the number of people is actually not the most important.

Tang En and Joshia knew very well about this situation, but when they came back this time, there were only a few senior officials who accompanied him and were unable to do anything, so they could only report this situation to the nobles through Philip's mouth. If the nobles were still very caring about their lives, they also explained to the cavalry very seriously after hearing this.

But the so-called rats have rat paths. The cavalry that acted as scouts are branches of the Royal Guards. They have basically never left the capital, and they are even more unlikely to come to the north, so they don’t understand the lower-level methods of bandits. Finally, when the team passed through the canyon that had been inspected, they were ambushed by thieves. Fortunately, Tang En was careful before, found something wrong in advance, and shouted a high warning that the team did not completely step into the trap. After several rounds of arrow rain, he retreated in time.

Except for the loss of more than ten cavalrymen, this battle did not hurt any nobles. But there was no doubt that looking at the cavalry and carriages tied into pigs, it still left a very profound adverse effect on Simpson and the others...

"The possibility of a bandit is not high." Tang En shook his head in the eyes of Joshya and others.

This is a terrain similar to a cliff, but this "cliff" is indeed a little shorter, less than three meters, and should be considered a ditch. The place where chaos occurs is opposite the ditch, where there are cavalrymen who go to explore the way first. Although the terrain here is difficult to walk, it is not a dangerous place and there is no cover. Even thieves should not look down on this place.

Everyone's doubts did not last long. Soon a cavalry ran over and reported that they had bumped into a team of Bran patrol soldiers.

"Soldier Bran?" This time Simpson reacted quickly, with ecstasy on his face, threw away the wooden stick and rushed forward quickly, "It's here, it's here, it's finally here! Haha..."

Looking at the Simpson who was dancing and running wildly, Tang En and the other two couldn't help but curl their lips. This is the legendary inability to walk? What about the ghost?... But despite the complaints in their hearts, the faces of the people still showed relief.

The regular Bran soldiers appeared here, and the Bran army might have been sent to patrol by the stalemate. After all, in addition to preparing for battle, they also had to take on the task of not allowing the people in the gray-clothed army to run out.

"By the way, this brother." Looking at the scene that was still a little chaotic across the street, Tang En asked casually, "Why did you start arguing?"

The cavalry spread his hands helplessly when they heard this: "They said there was a battle zone ahead. Don't let it get close. Let's go back the same way."

"Uh. Didn't you tell me your identity?" This negotiation was temporarily added and it could not be exposed, so it was naturally impossible to notify the army in time. But as long as Ronald and others saw the general and expressed their identity, all problems would naturally be solved.

The cavalry looked even more depressed and pointed to his chest: "I said that all the titles of jazz have been brought out, but they don't believe it."

Tang En and the others were stunned. Then they looked at the dirt-covered faces of the cavalry, the dirty and dark armor covered with marks, and they immediately knew the answer.

Regardless of combat effectiveness, the Royal Guard is still very famous. Every year, each legion will select a group of outstanding soldiers to enter the capital and incorporate it into this sequence. For ordinary soldiers, as long as they enter the Royal Guard, it means a life of food and clothing and a bright future. So as long as they are Bran soldiers, they must know.

The reason why the soldiers on the other side don’t believe it is because of this reason. For example, this is equivalent to listening to the praise and publicity before a blind date. I imagine that the other party is tall, rich, handsome, white, beautiful, etc., but when he really appears in front of him, he finds that he looks like an authentic ** silk, and the disillusionment brought by this broken sense of destruction is naturally strongly disbelief.

Thinking of this, Tang En and his friends also turned their attention to Simpson who was quickly crossing the ditch. Uh, the image of this person seems to be not much better...

...

The quarrel continued across the ditch. As the anger rose, the weapons also rose from time to time.

"What a terrible courage! Do you know who you are stopping?"

"Isn't it just the Royal Guards? Haha... I'm not saying you guys, if you want to get away with it, you have to do your best."

"That's right, and this is a military important place. I care who you are. Get out of here."

"Rareless! I blinded your dog eyes, and there are many marquises behind them. The Count is waiting. Do you want to die?"

"Oh, I'm so scared, I'm so scared... I'll stay wherever I can't stop! No matter how long I dare to talk, my uncle's sword is not eye-catching."

"You dare to do it? Try it!"

"It's so fucking arrogant, beat him up!"

"I see who dares to move, ah... Damn, come on me! Beat these miscellaneous people to death!"

...

The chaos quickly escalated, and a fight was inevitable. Fortunately, Simpson had already climbed through the ditch. Seeing that the situation here was tense, he quickly shouted: "Stop, stop them all!"

His order was absolutely effective for the Royal Guards, so the crowds that had just come into contact with him instantly separated, but during this period, several cavalry suffered a loss. After all, those soldiers did not know which onion Simpson was. They had no good skills in fighting each other, so they naturally took advantage of them.

Seeing this scene, Simpson turned dark and walked quickly: "Damn, who are you leading the way?"

"It's me, where did you come from?" A small team leader walked out of the patrolman. Hearing Simpson's bad tone, he naturally wouldn't give him any good face.

"Bold!" Simpson was so angry that he was not so angry that he was holding it over with a breath, and his old face turned red in an instant, "I am Marquis Simpson, you..."

"Oh!" After interrupting the speech, the captain opened his mouth in surprise, looked up and down at Simpson's homeless style, and laughed, "Marquis? Haha... This is interesting, and it's becoming more and more like it! By the way, what's the name of Marquis? Do you want me to bow to you? Haha..."

Simpson had never been so humiliated. His mouth twitched one after another, his fingers trembled constantly, as if he was about to suffer a stroke: "You, you... you, you, you are dead, you..." Before he could think of any new swear words, a fist in his sight continued to expand...

Bang! "You, you old dog, go back!" But the captain was so annoyed that he was scolded, and punched him and gave Simpson a panda eye.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and the cavalry on the Royal Guards were stunned. They never expected that the Marquis would be beaten, so they stood there in a daze without any reaction.

"Ahhhh...why are you idiots standing there! Kill them, kill them..."
Chapter completed!