Another year in the Bran Gregorian calendar is about to end. It was an eventful year and the situation was chaotic, but when it came to the end of winter, it suddenly became strangely quiet...

The most powerful barbarian army did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the battle and attacked Bran in one fell swoop. Instead, after occupying the Bran border, they withdrew their troops and set up large-scale construction and consolidated their territory, which was quite unimproving.

The retreating Bran's army took advantage of this to stabilize the decline, but because of the loss of the border defense line, there was almost no danger to defend now, and I didn't know whether to advance or retreat. In the end, most of them gathered their troops and retreated into the besieged towns on the border. They urgently repaired the city walls and confronted the north and south like the barbarian army on the opposite side.

After several days of bloody battle with the rushing barbarians, the gray-clothed army in the rear did not hurt the roots, but was also seriously damaged. With the eyes of the Bran army on the outside, it seemed to have the intention to rest and recuperate, and also converged its troops and could not come out.

In addition to the three forces on this battlefield, the Temple of Light is naturally the Temple of Light. In fact, the Temple also participates in this war, such as joining the priests who treat wounded soldiers in Bran's army, and elite teams that have their own system to chase heresies of the wild cult on the battlefield, etc., and have been advancing and retreating with Bran's army.

However, what we are talking about here is the temple forces that have not participated in the war. Among them, there is naturally nothing to say about the Southern Temple. The storm here cannot be involved there. As for the northern Temple forces, that is not great. Because of Tang En's disaster and the dislike of the gray-clothed army, the temple's influence in the north has long been much worse than before, so they are unable to encircle and suppress the opposing Protestantism established by a group of clergy who rebeled from the temple. The two sides fought in circles on the huge territory in the north, not only did they not decide the outcome, but instead caused the matter to break up. The prestige of the temple fell to the bottom again...

Of course. The latter is now just a small fight. The influence only spreads in a small area. So overall, after a series of chaos, Bran rarely enjoys a short tranquility before the New Year is approaching.

But neither of them knew that such a peaceful life would not last too long, just like the calm sea before the rainstorm and winds came. It only takes a point of explosion to immediately create huge waves. Break this delicate balance and disrupt the world again.

As for whom the explosion point falls on? Where will it detonate? No one knows it. But what is certain is that the young men and women who have traveled for several days in a row and traveled for more than a thousand miles must have the potential to be the fuse...

"The day before yesterday said that I could arrive yesterday, and yesterday said that I could arrive today... I said that I could arrive at noon in the morning and could make it to eat. Now, you have to say picnics again - Tang, huh! Are you from the Gray Clothing Army? Do you know where the territory of the Gray Clothing Army is?"

"Uh, don't know."

"I don't know if you still... huh? I don't know? I'll scratch you to death..."

"Calm down, calm down! Look at the front, there is a farm. If you really don't want to have a picnic, we can spend money to borrow food..."

"Where did the farm come from before... Tang En! This is, no, it is, heavy, a little..."

"I know I know. But the point is that I have been away from the base for a long time. I really don't know where the gray-clothed army has been fighting now... And, you said you want to go slowly and want to see the customs and customs of Bran, otherwise we would have arrived long ago..."

"Huh... I was wrong to say so?"

"How can it be... although it is indeed true."

"...I think it's time to call Grandpa Bamutu down to judge."

"Ahem... Although it's true, I thought about it and it was the main responsibility for me, I was wrong."

...

This is just that the situation is better than the human being!

On the mountain road, Tang En, who was full of sincere and constantly apologizing, sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but feel depressed.

It's really not his fault. When Tang En left the garrison to go to the capital, the Grey-Clothed Army was still strolling around the 100,000 mountains. Now several months have passed, who knows where Frey and the others have fought... Tang En only knows that their general direction is correct. If you continue like this, you will definitely reach the Grey-Clothed Army's garrison. But if you want to ask the exact location, you will be embarrassed. You can basically rely on your own misunderstanding.

This made Lansha also very depressed. At first, she said that she wanted to see the customs and customs of Bran, but their route basically did not pass through the city, and only traveled in the wilderness. In this way, how could she see any customs and customs? It would be nice to find a small farm. Most of the time she could only see the mountains... And Lansha had been in the Northern Wilderness Tribe for so many years, and did she see less mountains and rivers?

After Tang En guaranteed that the Grey Army's headquarters was not far away, he went to the farm and found out the exact news and immediately took her there, and then he coaxed Lan Sha, who had no commander-in-chief after leaving the army.

As for Bamutu, he hid his figure again not long after entering Bran's hinterland, saying that he was tired of those Bran masters who were not very disturbed. However, in Tang En's opinion, this old guy should be afraid of attracting Wu Ding and was beaten to escape again and was beaten to escape in a panic...

"If you lie to me again this time, hum..." Pushing his glasses, while trying to squint his eyes and looking forward, Lansha let out a self-explanatory threat and hummed.

"And, the farm is right in front of you, but your eyes..." After pausing, looking at the cold light suddenly glanced on the lens, Tang En subconsciously shivered, and his eyesight turned his head, "Your eyes are so normal! Only with a distorted state like me can you see a little further, haha..." Damn, was that murderous intent just now?! As for...

I have to say that Tang En still doesn’t understand women enough. Any beauty is a combination of narcissism and insufficiency, especially when it comes to her own appearance and body. On the one hand, she feels that she is perfect enough, and on the other hand, she is extremely entangled with the subtle flaws in her body. Even if it is inconspicuous, she always thinks about how to cover up and change it.

Lansha is also a woman, so of course no exception. If Lansha is not confident enough in her own aspect, it is definitely these eyes that are born with myopia. Since it is a weakness, of course I don’t want others to mention it. Especially this person is Tang En, especially when he is about to arrive at the gray army...

In fact, Tang En really didn't deceive Lansha this time, there was indeed a farm in front of him. But ordinary people still can't see it now, and only with the keen eyesight trained like Tang En can discover it in advance.

A moment later, when the small farmland with its back against the continuous mountains entered Lansha's vision, Tang En narrowed his keen eyes, but his feet paused and his brows frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"I saw something that was not very good." Tang En touched his nose, raised his hand and pointed at the farm, "There is a flagpole standing outside, and there is a head hanging on it... Well, if you read it correctly." Lan Sha is not an ordinary woman. With a wave of his hand, there were thousands of tigers and wolves willing to die on the battlefield. Of course, a mere head would not scare the other party.

A little stunned, Lan Sha did not look special, but instead subconsciously raised her eyebrows and analyzed: "Bandits? Or deserters?"

These are undoubtedly the two most likely situations. There are many bandits and powerful bandits in the north, which is well known. Now, with a war disaster, some scattered deserters may also come out to cause trouble.

However, Tang En narrowed his eyes and observed it, but shook his head slightly: "It shouldn't be that there is smoke in the farm. There are no vultures above the sky, and crows circling... Well, it's hard to say."

"Then let's go over and take a look." Lansha simply raised her foot and walked towards the farm.

Tang En shrugged, and naturally had no objection.

Soon, as the distance got closer, first there were smoke from cooking, then the flagpole erected on the outside of the farm and the round and rolling things hanging on it like a pendulum swaying like a pendulum, which clearly caught the eyes of the two of them. Tang En read it correctly, it was indeed a head. And it should have been hung for a while, and the head was obviously dry.

There were a few children playing below, looking up at the heads at the top of the flagpole, as if they were arguing about something, but they were not afraid. However, as Tang En and the others approached, several adults quickly walked out of the farm, cursing and quickly took the children back.

Seeing this, Lansha shook her head and smacked her lips and said, "Tsk, I didn't expect that the customs of Bran are so strong." If you have children and farmers, then this farm naturally cannot be destroyed by deserters and bandits. In this way, the heads hanging outside are more like the tough customs that Lansha said. Well, it seems like a unique decoration.

But of course Tang En would not think so. At least in his understanding, he had never heard of any farm with such a strange custom. But now this scene is indeed very strange, and Tang En was a little unsure, so he could only wait to enter the village before watching.

The farm is very quiet, or more precisely, it is quiet. Every household is closed and the door is locked. If it weren't for the smoke rising from the cooking stove and the fact that someone had actually seen someone come out just now, it would be more like an abandoned dead house.

What’s strange is that although every household has four doors locked, there are a few sacks of things at the door, or the tied chickens, ducks, birds and birds, like thrown away garbage or free gifts.

"Okay, it's really a different custom." I casually opened the sack, and most of them were rice flour bread and other foods. Looking around the rows of sacks, Lansha couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "It's so special, it's so hospitable!"

Of course this is a joke. I clapped my hands and turned to look at the thoughtful Tang En, "What's going on?"

"We seem to be regarded as bandits." Shaking our heads, Tang En said, "I have heard of such a way of robbery before, but I have never seen it. Well, this farm should have been encircled by a nearby bandit, but it is more lucky, or unfortunately, those bandits do not want to slaughter the village and do a one-time business. Instead, they come here on time and on time every month to collect spoils and rob them for a long time. They are like a blood-sucking locust, biting them all the time."

Lan Sha frowned in surprise when she heard this: "Then why don't these villagers leave?"

"Walk? Where to go? The Bran civilians are different from your Northern Wilderness. You Northern Wilderness make a living by hunting, and it doesn't matter where you go. If you have mountains and deaths, you will not starve to death. But the Bran civilians rely on farming. If they escape a few acres of land, they will be starved to death... Besides, the head on the flagpole outside is there, and the bandits will not let this long-term meal ticket run away easily."

Lansha nodded and understood, then spread her hands and said, "What should I do now? The villagers here clearly don't like us, so how can I borrow food?"

"Look for it again, maybe... Oh, I found it, the door is open." The farm is not large in size, with Tang En's eyesight, you can look around and you can quickly find a dilapidated bungalow at the end of the village with no locked doors.

"Don't be too happy too early. In their eyes, we are bandits, and we may not necessarily give us food for money." Lan Sha tried to squint her eyes in the direction of Tang En's arm, but she still couldn't see which door was open, so she couldn't help but sniff and poured cold water on it.

"With my communication skills, it's true."

"Ha, I'll wait and see..."

There was no special emotion. Tang En and Lan Sha were not good people who were compassionate, nor were they righteous men with a strong sense of justice. With their experience, they had seen that were ten times worse than this, so it was naturally difficult to have any sincere anger and immediately start to rescue them.

They are just passers-by, and they come here just to have a meal. There is no such thing. Of course, they also have their own bottom line principle, which is to not move the offerings given to the bandits by these villagers. Because they move, the bandits' anger will vent on these villagers...

That's all.

There is a master in the dilapidated bungalow, who is a thin old man who is old. Maybe he has seen through life and death at this age, or knows that in the eyes of the bandits, food is much more valuable than his life, so he is not afraid of the bandits coming, so he does not lock the door.

It is rare that Tang En's social skills, which have been tried and tested, failed to make a simple meal with this old man. However, Lan Sha was not gloating. On the contrary, she was a little depressed. Because Tang En had already succeeded just now, the thin old man also readily agreed to the request for a meal and said he didn't want to pay. However, after seeing Lan Sha, his expression suddenly changed drastically. He changed his mind and not only did not give him food, but also raised his crutch and wanted to drive them out...

What does it mean? Has the identity of His Highness, the Northern Wilderness, been exposed, and has fallen to the point where everyone shouts and beats him in any corner of Bran?

"Uncle, haven't we agreed just now?" Tang En retreated step by step with helpless look on his face.

"I said...I didn't say anything!" The thin old man seemed extremely excited, waved his crutches and drove Tang En and the others to the door, shouting loudly, "Go out! This is my family, you guys will go out for me now..."

"Calm down, uncle calm down..."

"Uncle, we have been hungry for a few days. You can do it, why don't we give you more money?" Hiding behind Tang En, Lan Sha decisively used her cute and pitiful skill.

It’s a pity that this trick with obvious effect in Bamutu has no effect at all on this thin old man in Bran. Oh, no, it also has an effect, but it is a reverse effect.

"It's too late... Get out, get out of here! This farmer doesn't welcome you..." Well, I just drove out of the gate just now, and now I'm going to drive out of the farmer.

However, Tang En's heart moved when he heard this, then his ears moved, he opened Lansha, closed the door with his backhand, and made a silent gesture: "Shh... uncle, I think it's too late now."

As the words came, the ground trembled slightly, and the sound of horse hooves grew from far to near, and then a long neighing sound was heard, mixed with rampant laughter, and the visitor had arrived outside the village.

"Oh, why don't you listen to advice?" Hearing the noisy, the thin old man's expression changed again, he put down his crutch in dejectedly, shook his head and sighed, and then thought of something again, and quickly waved to Lansha, "Hurry, girl, hide in the inner room."

Tang En and Lan Sha looked at each other and understood completely. The old man had a kind heart. The reason why he agreed before and later drove them away was because he saw Lan Sha and was worried that her beauty would fall into the eyes of the bandits who came to confiscate the offerings and were persecuted.

After understanding this, Tang En waved his hand and smiled: "Don't worry, uncle, don't look at us young. In fact, we are warriors, so it's no problem to deal with more than a dozen thieves."

If the bandits don't come to provoke them, Tang En and Lan Sha will basically pretend that this has not happened. After all, there are so many tragic things in the world, how many can they manage? Besides, it may not be a good thing for these villagers who have lived here for generations. But if these bandits don't open their eyes, Tang En and the other two would of course not mind taking each other in one fell swoop...

However, the thin old man shook his head and sighed when he heard this: "Oh, you don't understand. This group is not a bandit, they are an army!"

"Army? Uh, which army?" Tang En was stunned. What a joke, which army would like to see this inconspicuous small farm? It's too bad.

"It's the gray-clothed army."

"Watt?!" I have to admit that Tang En was really stunned at this moment. He couldn't believe his ears. He even spoke English with little knowledge and very local accent.

Lan Sha, who was standing beside him, was also stunned when he heard this, blinked, and looked at Tang En with a strange look: "Isn't this information said? Well, the gray-clothed army has this side job?"

In an instant, he came to his senses and took a breath. Tang En didn't care about Lansha's teasing and looked at the thin old man with serious expression: "Are you sure it's a gray-clothed army?"

"Who else can I have besides them!" The skinny old man's expression became excited again, and he shouted incoherently, "Pity my eldest son, who had previously believed in the fraud propaganda of the gray-clothed army, and was determined to join them... And that damn rebellious son, he should go to hell... God, what did I do wrong? You have to punish me so cruelly..."

"Calm down, uncle, you - calm down!" Putting on the old man's shoulder, Tang En suddenly shouted in a deep voice, instantly waking up the thin old man who was in infinite grief. He then reached out his hand, pulled out the simple pipe tied to the old man's waist, filled it with tobacco, lit it, stuffed it into the old man's hand, and pulled him to the steps of the inner room to sit down.

He said in a gentle voice, "Don't be anxious, don't worry, take a few sips first and say slowly... Well, I'm more interested in this, please tell me in detail."

If what happened here had nothing to do with Tang En, then after the old man said the three words "Gray-Clothed Army" in his mouth, Tang En could no longer stand by. He had to confirm that this was Bran's conspiracy? Or was there a bandit robber who was impersonating a name? Or was there really a person in the Gray-Clothed Army dared to do this slut...

Of course, Tang En would never have thought of it now. He just intervened during the journey and asked about the opportunity for him to break through...
Chapter completed!