Chapter 517 [You are on the wrong path]

The sandstorm that covered the sky almost blocked the end of the sky.

At the entrance of the northwest corridor of the Kilimarro Mountains, the original lookout and military fortress were already empty.

The last group of guards had evacuated ten days ago. At this moment, only one transport team, only twelve people, had already filled the transport vehicle.

The above order was to take away everything that could be taken away. When the defenders left, they almost cut off the flagpole and pulled them away. If it weren't for the time being, the defenders of the Tulips would have wished they could take away all the wooden boards of the fence.

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When the first horse appeared from the sand and dust, the soldiers standing on the watchtower immediately screamed.

The soldier quickly took off his monocular lens, and then slipped off the observation deck like a flexible ape. Before he could land, he shouted loudly: "Prairie Cavalry!!Prairie Cavalry!!"

The sharp scream alarmed the only dozen members of the transportation team left in this level.

The transport captain was a middle-aged veteran. He jumped onto the horse's back quickly, stood on the saddle, and looked out of the northwest corridor with a telescope.

The sky was filled with sand and dust, and the grassland cavalry, lined up with slightly loose teams, walked out of the sand and dust. Although it was far away, the captain seemed to be able to hear the jingling sound of the scimitars colliding with the saddles of the grassland cavalry.

It seems that the distance is only 1,500 steps at most!

For the cavalry, this is already an extremely dangerous distance!

"Escape all!!! Immediately!!! Give up everything now!"

The captain jumped off the saddle, sat on the horse's back, and flexibly drove the horse around the team.

The soldiers of the transport team immediately became busy. They gave up the half-loaded carriage, untied the rope covers and hung them on the saddle.

Soon the twelve soldiers from the transport team became light cavalry.

"We want everything! Let's go immediately!! Go quickly!"

The transport captain shouted in a hurry. He quickly rode a horse to the side. On the horse, he waved a knife and cut off a torch standing beside him. He reached out and grabbed a piece of torch, and rushed to the next side of the checkpoint fence wall. The horses trotted all the way, and the torch ignited everywhere on the fence wall.

After doing all this, the transport captain returned to the front of the team. He threw away the torch and shouted loudly: "Let's go!!!"

"Team, captain, are we really leaving like this?" A young soldier's face was full of reluctance: "This is our land..."

"We will get it back sooner or later! Believe in the family! Believe in the Duke!" A trace of perseverance appeared on the vicissitudes of the transport captain: "Let's go! Let's go now! They are very close. If they don't leave, they will be bitten by their outposts and no one can leave!"

The horses made a shrill neighing sound, and the soldiers kicked the horse's belly hard, quickly lined up to leave the place, heading eastward.

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This is a team of grassland cavalry on the outpost. More than one hundred cavalrymen rushed out of the desert and came to the northwest corridor. They were greeted by this level that was already burning in the fire.

The originally solid fence wall has been swallowed up by flames.

The grassland cavalry roared excitedly and whistled sharply. They even rode their horses through the gap in the flames, regardless of the flames.

"Those Rolanders didn't go far!" A grassland cavalry pointed at the horse's hoof prints on the ground: "Let's chase after them! There are not many horse's hoof prints, and they must be very small."

"No!" A leader of the outpost wiped his face with a greasy face: "First check the warehouse here... the Rolanders always have good things to see if there is any gain. The fire here... let it burn! These levels that have blocked us for hundreds of years are the best burning!!"

This winter of the 1,100th year of the empire.

After more than a hundred years of peace, and when the end of the great era created by the first tulip duke finally came, the grassland people, this nation like a hungry wolf, once again trampled on the land of the Roland people!

The raging fire and the crazy and excited shouts of these grassland cavalrymen seemed to be witnessing the end of this great era.

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The people of the grassland come with the dream of conquest, they are hungry, crazy, and dream of revenge.

But when more and more grassland cavalry crossed the desert that had been blocking them for generations, and passed the northwest corridor that once made them desperate...

The number of grassland cavalry on these outposts was increasing, and they were brave and almost reckless, rushing into the northwest corridor and into the huge and narrow canyon, and they were not even worried about any ambush here.

They bet right.

Indeed, they encountered no obstacles along the way.

It turned out that in the northwest corridor, all the levels were empty.

The Tulips' army evacuated very thoroughly. They emptied the warehouse and moved away all the supplies: food, drink, wear, and use! Even a burnable firewood was not left to these grassland people at every level, and the evacuated people did not forget to set a fire and completely burn the level.

More than a dozen outposts, thousands of cavalry almost filled the Northwest Corridor. However, when they rushed out of the Northwest Corridor, they were angry and found that they had not snatched a copper plate or found a grain of food!

Even the wood for making fire to keep warm is not found.

Ten days later, when the continuous grassland cavalry drove to the northwest corridor, when the grassland king cavalry was tall on the flagpole, the roaring golden wolf's flag fluttered over the northwest corridor...

The grassland cavalry who came here unexpectedly discovered that they did not have any pleasure of conquest.

It was like a irritated person trying to find someone to cut the opponent, but after traversing mountains and rivers, I found that the opponent was not here at all.

More and more grassland cavalry entered the Northwest Corridor, and the grassland king quickly made a decision:

keep going!

This is a last resort decision.

The grassland people never had any logistics supply route when they went on the expedition. The grassland people were born wolves, and they were used to raising wars. When the grassland army went on the expedition, the only logistics supplies were the large group of cattle and sheep that drove them away after the large army.

This is the food they carry!

Therefore, the grassland people must find the enemy before eating all these cattle and sheep, defeat the enemy, and rob the enemy of all their property and food!

When more than 100,000 grassland cavalry continued to walk out of the eastern entrance of the Northwest Corridor and finally stood in the Tulips territory...

The war seemed to begin silently.

That should be the case?

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Go east all the way!

This is the general route of marching for the grassland people.

The grassland people have never had any comprehensive and meticulous war strategy. Their war is like a huge plunder, like locusts, like wolves.

The royal court issued a series of orders: two tribes go north and two tribes go south. This is the direction they are moving forward, responsible for plundering, finding enemies, killing them, and robbing them.

The large army of the grassland people, more than 100,000 cavalry, came from different tribes, followed their grassland kings and continued to run eastward.

For ten days, they were wasting too much time.

Along the way, since we walked out of the Northwest Corridor and came to the legendary Tulips territory. In this legend, there was gold everywhere, wealth everywhere, and food everywhere... But what was presented to the grassland people was...

Nothing!

The village is empty!

Village: Empty!

House: Empty!

The granary is empty!

The farmland is deserted!

Livestock, no! People? No! Army? No!

For ten days, the grassland people could not remember how many times they were full of expectations. They shouted slogans and waved their sabers, rushed towards the village that appeared in front. Then, they ran out of the village with empty hands in disappointment.

"Continue looking! Keep going east!!"

In the royal court, the grassland king was furious and roaring. When the supreme on the grassland was angry, it meant that someone would bleed! A lot of blood donations had to flow out to calm the wolves' anger.

"Continue to go east! These Roland people can't run to the sky! Go... to Loulan City!! Where is the Tulip's nest! Where must there be someone!"

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To the west of Loulan City, there is a canal. The lake water drawn from Loulan Lake irrigates a large area of ​​farmland.

This is one of the few relatively rich grain-producing places in the entire Tulip family territory. The grain here is dedicated to supplying the consumption of Loulan City, the largest city in the northwest.

When the vanguard cavalry of the grassland people came to the west of the canal, they looked at the water conservancy facilities on both sides of the canal, the increasingly prosperous roads, the houses, the warehouses, and the workshops...

The grassland cavalry rushed towards the bridge on the canal almost frantically.

The instructions they received were: The Rolands were timid, and the Tulips' army was timid. After knowing that the powerful grassland warriors had arrived, they all escaped to a very east and east place with their tails.

There was no resistance along the way, which made the grassland people dissatisfied and angry, and also breeded their pride.

Maybe...we should have called here long ago?

The powerful Tulip family in the legend is so timid and cowardly? If we had known it, we would have called us ten years ago... no twenty years ago... no, maybe we should have called us thirty years ago?

This wave of vanguard cavalry rushed to the canal. Fortunately, the leader of this cavalry did not forget his minimum responsibilities:

"Send two people back first and report to the tribal wolf general that we have crossed Loulan Lake and advanced towards Loulan City!"

The two cavalrymen who were clicked accepted the order in a depressed mood, had to stop the war horses, and watched their tribal companions waving their sabers excitedly, rushing through the canal, and heading towards the east.

They looked at these companions enviously, guessing how many timid and cowardly Tulip family members they would cut off and how much brilliant gold and delicious food they would steal?
To be continued...