There is no spring, summer and autumn in the north, it will always be winter.

In the bitter cold wind, Zhou Qingfeng's thoughts drifted. I remember that it was more than half a year ago that he tried every means to incite in Heizhao Village, and deceived and deceived more than ten villagers who had no way out with him to rob and fight.

Zhou Qingfeng still remembers how he felt uncomfortable when he rode on a short horse, because the subordinates he was in charge at that time were real mobs. The actual combat also proved his point of view, that was a group of wasteful people who could only make noise.

At that time, the target was a group of Feilun's most famous trash monster goblins. In this way, they almost capsized in the gutter, which made Uncle Zhou extremely embarrassed.

Feng Shui has changed. Today, when Zhou Qingfeng looked around him again, he still felt awkward. The guards composed of adventurers are experienced and do not need to talk nonsense, but they also know to stare at the front, back and left and right of the queue. But they are too lazy.

Guards always whisper whenever they have time. No matter how many times they emphasize, they have no concept of discipline. If they ask them to complete the team, they will ask with a confused look on their faces, "Why do you want to complete the team? Can the whole team become stronger?"

Zhou Qingfeng was completely unable to convince these wild "guards". They were used to accepting employment from local lords when war came. Single-handedly was their style, hiring to fight was their life, and dying in battle was their fate.

As for the rookie's personal guards, immatureness is their biggest shortcoming. More than two months ago, Zhou Qingfeng brought five personal guards deep into the elf ruins and almost destroyed them all. After returning, four were left, which became the seeds among the personal guards.

Half a month ago, the personal guards who completed the preliminary training began to practice, but were beaten up by the adventurer veterans. Next, they were beaten up two or three times every day, and they were like this all night. Now the rookies have a lot of scars on their heads and faces.

Zhou Qingfeng ordered "No waste", and he did clean up the people in the personal guards who were not suitable for fighting. The cleaned children cried bitterly, as if they were about to end the end. The rest were all trembling, fearing that they would be cleaned up next time.

The guards don’t have time to grow slowly, and war will not happen until they are trained. Although the cruel elimination system is ruthless, it ensures that the remaining part survives on the battlefield as much as possible. As for those who are persuaded to withdraw, they will do some other work.

Now, the personal guards joined Zhou Qingfeng as light infantry and fought in a carriage. They were reserved, sharp, nervous, disciplined and organized, but they just didn't know how many people could survive the hard battle?

Thinking about the chaos he was about to face, Zhou Qingfeng still felt that his subordinates were full of mobs. He took such a mere 80 men and spent a day leaving the Black Forest and arrived in Hanfeng City at noon the next day.

When the leader's guard appeared on the skyline with a red flag, the residents outside the Hanfeng City fled in a hurry. Zhou Qingfeng thought that the monochrome red flag presented by the succubus was too small and not majestic enough, so he knew that the response was so strong as soon as it appeared.

Behind the red flag were two rows of guard cavalry in loose formations, and the horses' heads were never aligned. Zhou Qingfeng had complaints about this. But when their messy horse hooves slowly advanced along the road, the scared passers-by could no longer move their legs.

Zhou Qingfeng was behind the guards' cavalry, and the huge "sharp shadow" blocked the entire road. The skeleton war horse seemed to come from the deepest fear in a nightmare. It stepped on the fire with four hooves, and its body was filled with negative energy, and it was full of majesty in front of people.

Behind the "Qiying", twenty carriages rippled by, and the rumbling sound of wheels came from afar. Many passers-by had never seen such a large convoy, with their faces turning white and shocked.

The last team was a few guards who acted as guards. They looked at the sides of the road with ruthless targets, with the aim of preventing anyone from approaching a convoy with blind spots in sight. Once an enemy attack was discovered, they would also warn.

When the entire team arrived with great momentum, passers-by who were not scared finally understood that this was a unit. But no one could understand the red flag that opened the way, so they could only ask the cavalry who acted as the rear guard, "Hey, which master is traveling?"

"This is our team of Lord Victor Hugo." The guards were wearing inlaid armor, a fine iron helmet, a cavalry knife on his waist, a hardwood bow on his back, and even the boots he stepped on were authentic and mature cowhide.

This piece of equipment is light and sturdy, and cannot be bought without fifteen gold coins.

The questioned cavalry was rude and their words buzzed under the iron helmet. He could see the surprise and shock of passers-by, and his pride made him shout again, "We are the team of Lord Victor Hugo."

In the gloomy north, everything is either gray or black. The bright red is extremely penetrating and can be seen clearly between hundreds of meters. When the name of "Victor Hugo" sounded, people immediately remembered it on the road.

But Zhou Qingfeng rode his horse to the city gate and found that the city gate was closed and the suspension bridge was pulled up. The soldiers on the city wall were panicked, with only a few terrified heads poking out from the arrow tower, staring at the red flag that was unstable in the cold wind.

"Are you wrong? I brought eighty people here, and these grandchildren were so scared?" Zhou Qingfeng complained on the horse's back. He felt that his outpost team had not even had a hundred people gathered together. It was already shabby enough, and he was embarrassed to meet people.

Time travelers led their troops to war, and they didn't have the shame to record them in history books without bringing troops of tens of thousands or tens of thousands or millions. But what did the guys on the city wall think? It really doesn't understand.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand, but the soldiers of Hanfeng City had never seen such a large team with bright armor and clear flags. The war horses were fat and strong, and the cavalry were burly and heroic, and even those carriages were exactly the same.

When the more than 80-sized men and horses moved forward slowly, the momentum that was moving forward like a forest made people facing each other feel frustrated and the guards of the Cold Wind City still remember to close the city gate and collect the suspension bridge, which has already retained some consciousness.

Many soldiers on the city wall were frightened by the "mobs" under Zhou Qingfeng and turned around and ran away. Zhou Qingfeng waited under the city wall for a long time, but could only let Seth go out to report his identity.

When the news of "His Excellency Victor Hugo arrived" came into the city, all kinds of infuriating rumors and rumors began to fly all over the sky. All forces in the city were surprised. No one expected the Zhou Qing Summit to come.

As the residents in the city were more stable, countless people rushed towards the city gate. So Zhou Qingfeng waited outside the city for a long time before the city gate opened. Instead, he waited for a large number of people watching the fun, and surprises sounded one after another on the city wall.

Zhou Qingfeng was a monkey in a zoo a hundred meters away from the city, for people to watch. The subordinates he brought were gradually impatient, but he shouted sternly, "Line in line, stand in the military posture."
Chapter completed!