After burping, Bart tightened the thick belt around his waist, and the warmth on his body increased a lot. Although he was not allowed to drink alcohol on duty, the weather was too cold. The cold wind blowing from the northern prairie was even more terrible than the cold wind in hell. If you don’t drink a few sips, you can’t resist this cold night. Fortunately, your tribe members have always had a tradition of drinking, and drinking one or two sips is nothing, but this amount must be controlled well. I think I still have some self-control as long as it doesn’t delay things. I finally got to earn the position of deputy captain, so I have to cherish it.

This is what happened after the original security division was reorganized into a regular division by Lord Li. As an old cavalry, he was left to lead the new recruits. Of course, his position was also promoted a lot, from a team leader to a deputy brigade leader. Although he stayed in the security unit, this was a rare honor. I heard that I had hoped to be sent to the Military Academy in Qingpu for further studies after being over 2018.

"Get up, don't shrink your head and mind like turtle grandsons. As mentioned above, it seems that the north is not quiet these two days. Let's be careful tonight. Don't encounter any unsightly horse thieves and let them miss it. We will lose the opportunity to make contributions." Bart said nonsense, with the purpose of mentioning the spirit of the brothers. This routine patrol is necessary, but it has been peaceful for a long time. Where can there be any horse thieves? Even if there are, they have already sneaked to the territory of Luobei or Mots. Everyone knows that this Mangye Town has a united army stationed. If the horse thieves want to come here to find food, wouldn't they seek death?

Immediately afterwards, a few voices came up: "Sir, you have said this many times, and we have patrolled you many times. We are all familiar with this defense zone so we can find it back with our eyes closed. Where is there any horse thief? I almost went to the Mot and Luo Beiren to patrol. Are you here to make us excited and stimulate our interest again?"

After being stunned, Bart was angry and embarrassed: "You bastards, do you think this horse thief is so easy to encounter by you? I tell you, hard work brings you rewards. This is the motto taught by Lord Li. There is no such good thing in the world. Oh, you will encounter it as soon as you patrol. Then everyone will be on the border line. Where is your turn? If you want to be promoted and make a fortune, you have to do your duty well, and the opportunity will be waiting!"

Seeing that his boss was furious, the people behind him stopped talking, and Bart stopped saying anything. He urged his horse to get into the cold night first. Two or three hundred light cavalry behind him were also followed behind him, and waves of snow were rolling up in the field.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" The shrill north wind in the cold night was like a knife slashing, pricking his face unbearable pain. The thick leather hat and leather jacket still could not resist the cold wind that came from hell, but these were not the reasons that made the young man feel feared. The torches and the barking of dogs that were faintly visible a few miles behind him were the ones he feared the most.

"How far is it to get to Mangye Town? I really can't hold on." The fierce cold wind stimulated him so much that he almost couldn't even say anything. His face was completely numb. When he opened his leather earmuffs, the young man glanced at the horse under his crotch in despair. He ran for hundreds of miles in a row without a moment of rest. Moreover, in such a harsh wind and snowy weather, even though the horse under his crotch was a good horse that was one of thousands of miles away, he could not withstand this uncontrollable destruction. He was so tired that he felt that his bones were about to break, and it was really difficult to persevere.

"Lord, you must not stop at this time. They are only two or three miles away from us. Once we stop, we will probably never have a chance again." The man next to him persuaded anxiously: "It's almost there, at most ten miles ahead is the northwest boundary. As long as we get there, we will have a chance."

"But, in the middle of the night, the northwest didn't know about our situation, and there was not even a single person to report it. I'm afraid that we would be caught by them if we couldn't escape from Mangye Town." The young man was already a little incoherent. Seeing the fire and noise behind him getting closer, he even wanted to give up resisting. Maybe they could let themselves go if they were caught back by them? After all, he and he were brothers connected with blood.

"Lord, stop fantasizing. Once we are caught, maybe we can still save our lives. You alone, I'm afraid they will not miss the opportunity to eliminate the roots and eliminate future troubles! Let's go quickly!" The middle-aged man broke the young man's fantasy without hesitation.

After a few breaths, he probably understood what the other party was saying. The young man gritted his teeth and stopped talking. He gritted his teeth and clamped his horse's belly with a sharp whip on the horse's thigh. The strong horse under his crotch was hurt and ran out. Nearly forty or fifty entourages behind him followed the horse and whipped it, and rushed to the southeast like a storm in the wind and snow.

The wind and snow were getting heavier, and the shallow ditch in front was the destination. It was the natural dividing line between the northwest and the Mott territory. Even if the patrol mission was almost over there, the night was dark and the snow was heavy, and I didn't even see a single figure along the way. In this kind of weather, everyone wants to stay in the house and go to bed unless there is anything incredible urgent matter.

"Sir, it seems that there is movement ahead." The former team's originally loose formation suddenly tightened like a whip. Yiqi suddenly turned his head and ran over, panting like Bart's report.

"What's the movement?" Bart immediately became interested when he heard this, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This is not clear, but there seemed to be dog barking and crying in the front few miles, and there seemed to be the sound of horse hooves of the cavalry team." The cavalry who came to report was not sure.

"Let's go and see!" Just like a vulture smelling smelly meat, Bart keenly felt that there was a chance here. Could it be that this horse thief was taking advantage of the wind and snowy night to rob wealth and plunder? But in this weather, which caravan would choose to go out at such a time? Unless it is a smuggling caravan, even a smuggling caravan cannot be targeted by a horse thief in this border area. If you want to rob, you should choose to go deep into the grassland that has been dozens of miles away. Isn't this obviously provoking himself? Bart doesn't care much about this matter. As long as he has the opportunity to fight a battle, he can get the opportunity to advance. This military merit is the primary condition for promotion.

"But, sir, it seems that there is already a territory of the Mots."

"No matter how dark he is, who can care so much? If it is a horse thief, we will all make a fortune. As long as we take them down, the brothers will have hope of getting promoted and making money. Don't everyone complain about the lack of chance for a day? Now the opportunity has come, and if you miss this village, you will never go to a store. Let's go!" Bart was completely attracted by the desire to make contributions. He ordered the team to follow closely, and he drew his horse and rushed forward with the team.

The side that was already in desperate situation completely lost hope of escape, if it were not for the cavalry led by Bart. Although dozens of cavalry followers of the young man resisted desperately and entangled, the pursuers who had the absolute advantage still caught up with them two miles away from the northwest. After a crazy showdown, less than twenty cavalry left on the side that escaped, and then the side that had already formed an encirclement entanglement them again, this time it seemed that they were doomed.

The young man felt his chest tightening, and the continuous high-intensity and intense exercise made him feel a little dizzy. At this time, he just wanted to lie underground and sleep well, and even the imminent threat of life and death seemed to be unable to care about it.

"Lord, go quickly!" Although the hundreds of chasing cavalry had formed a not too tight encirclement, the ending was already destined. The two pursuers who formed a clamp-shaped attack circle had already blocked their way. As long as they needed to encircle, they could only die obediently.

Perhaps it was the fierce struggle that made them forget where they were now, or perhaps it was the howling north wind and blizzard that made both sides of the fierce fighting a little tired and dull. Who didn't notice the quietly changing situation around them? When a large number of cavalry emerged from the dark night and suddenly raised the butter windbreaker in their hands, everyone in the fierce fighting circle was shocked.

Bart looked at the prey in the encirclement carefully. He observed the dresses of the two gangs with some confusion. It was obvious that the dresses of both sides were extremely similar. To be precise, they should be the same. They were all the Mots from the northwest. It was also obvious that they knew each other and were even quite familiar with each other. However, why did these Mots run to this place to practice the full martial arts on a windy and snowy night when such ghosts rarely go out? This is too absurd, right?

Although I don't know why the two gangs fought desperately, their intuition made Bart feel that he had really caught a big fish today. With the costumes worn by the guy hiding behind the defensive servants, Bart could determine that the guy was not a simple person. As a Jeri warrior, he also came from the Tengger Grassland. The royal clothing on the grassland was very different from the clothing of ordinary nobles. There were significant differences in the colors and decorations of the clothes and decorations, and the wear and quality of the jewelry. This guy belonged to the extremely rare type. Although his expression was full of fear, this did not affect his identity.

In an instant, everyone in the fierce fighting scene stopped suddenly, with the surrounding fires shining brightly, and the raging flames swaying in the wind. The cavalry team bent the bow and horse had already set off an attacking posture at the first time. Hundreds of cold light-shining arrow shadows trembled on the bowstring, which was dazzling.
Chapter completed!