Chapter 73: Dardanelle

retreat! retreat! retreat!
　　The muddy Marquis of Isaahka was ashamed of a bereavement dog,
　　The last 500 golden wool knights guarded him and ran to tears in the direction of his old nest Djerborg
　　Six thousand soldiers were wiped out from the knights, the Golden Wings were destroyed by heavy infantry, and the last killer, the Golden Wool Knights, was burnt into roast pigs by the hateful Samorans with unknown mysterious weapons
　　 The mean and rude Samor fat man used a set of heavy punches to thoroughly search the teeth of the confident Isahka, and he has not yet reacted.
　　Is everything finished like this? The family has endured for decades, and finally accumulated a little family,
　　 was burnt to dust by the fat of Samor?
　　 "I am not convinced! I am a descendant of the Isa family known as the last minister of the kingdom, and I am not reconciled!"
　　Isahka roared in his heart, tears on his face, but the form was stronger than people
　　 The Battle of the Sambuga Hills, which caused a sensation throughout the South, is destined to nail Isahka to a shameful cross
　　 The muddy roads made Isahka’s retreat much less expensive. Isaahka, who was frightened by the road, almost fell into the mud on the roadside several times.
　　 on the hilly and muddy mountain road,
The 2,000 Samor light cavalry ambushed halfway, like the same entangled ghost,
　　 came out of the woodland, from the hillside, and from the concave below, like a hungry wolf who found prey, and the eyes of his eyes fixed on the double-ringed battle flag in front of him,
　　 waved a shining sword in his hand, and excitedly shouted like a pack of wolves in his mouth, meaning that he would not cut off the head of Isahka
　　 Facing the Golden Wool Knight who was far more powerful than himself, the Samuel Light Cavalry fully exerted their high-speed maneuverability, and with the short crossbow in their hands, knocked out the hard shell of the Golden Wool Knight a little bit.
　　 Inadequately motivated Golden Wool Knight became the target of slaughter in front of the short crossbow of Samuel Light Cavalry.
　　 If it’s not the knight's shield behind him, I'm afraid it would have become a hedgehog full of arrows
　　 The short crossbows flying continuously behind him made Isahka painful.
　　 Even two white crossbows inserted on the of his own warhorse, shaking up and down while running, like white flags shaking on both sides
　　 "No, go on like this, I'm afraid I haven't returned to Jerbo, I'll hang up first!"
　　In the critical moment, Isakhka finally awakened the fine genes inherited from his ancestors,
　　 shouted at the flag officer beside him
　　 "You immediately lead other people to run on the road, after the guard and I broke off!"
　　 After hearing that Lord Lord wants to cut off for himself, now this situation is absolutely dead or alive,
　　 The accompanying 200 Golden Wool Knights' sense of justice broke out, and they took the double-looped flag of the Isa family from the palm flag officer and led the chase of the Samor Light Cavalry along the road.
　　 And Isaahka took no attention when he turned, and with 50 guard knights, ran up the fork on the ramp
　　 "I won't let you go! Cunning Samorans! Even if I die, I won't make you any better"
　　 The curse of Isahka riding on his horse, gritted his teeth,
　　 Prey has become a hunter, the battle of victory has become a battle of shame,
　　The huge contrast filled Isahka's heart with remorse, like a blaze of fire burning his soul
　　 Reminisced about the false news that he was "no defense tonight" by the Samorans,
　　 Like a hound who saw a bone, easily lured the old nest of Fort Jerbo
　　Inexplicably killed hundreds of nobles,
　　 No matter how stupid people know, they have been tricked
　　 "Sir, which road do we want to go back to Fort Jerbo!"
　　 There were three forks in the mountain road ahead. The guards stopped their horses and turned to ask.
　　 "Return to Djerborg?"
　　Isahka looked at the fork in front of him, bitter for a while,
　　 The last time I came here was twenty years ago, the vigorous Isahka was still a noble heir of Djerbo
　　Under his father, the former old marquis led from here to Zhivading City to attend a noble banquet
　　 It was at this Sancha junction that the old marquis was full of concern and pointed the rolling hills below with his whip and told the young Isahka
　　 "My son, you have to remember what I said today. The Sambuga hills you see now are the natural barriers of Fort Djerbo and the only channel for north-south traffic in the Djerbo Plain.
　　 Whoever controls it, will suppress the throat of Fort Djerbo! Whoever strangles the future of the entire Isa family! "
　　Father's words are still in my ears, this Isa family natural barrier has been thrown away by myself
　　At this time, in Isahka’s mind, a grand and tragic picture appeared,
　　On the wide road of Sambuga, tens of thousands of wolves of Samor’s army poured into the plain of Derbo without resistance,
　　Hundreds of centuries-old Issa clan will carry a stigma that cannot be cleaned, and will be trampled on by the muddy feet of the Samorian gangsters,
　　 The burning double-flag flag is falling from the top of Fort Djerbo
　　 "Throw away the Sambuga Hills and all the elite of the Isa family. Why do you go back to Djerborg yourself?
　　 Do you want to bring the shame of the defeated and the stigma of slaughtering the nobles? Waiting for the abominable Samorans to cut their heads? "
　　 This thought made Isahka stunned, his eyes shaking on the three roads in front
　　Finally, Isahka took off her coat of arms representing power on her right hand firmly, pointing to the most southward road
"From this mountain road going south, you can bypass the city of Zhivading, and reach the southern end of the Shivache. You immediately take this coat of power to find the Dardanelles family in the south, my daughter Isamo Lil is practicing etiquette with her maternal grandmother, and from now on, she is the new generation head of the Isa family!"
　　 The guards were taken aback by Isahka's words, and looked at Isahka with a pale face. From the words of Isahka, the guards had heard a smell of despair!
　　 "But, sir, what do you do? The Samuel Light Cavalry is still wandering nearby, and without us guarding, it is too dangerous for the sir to return to Djerborg alone!"
　　 "Am I? I will become a fan, become the lingering nightmare in the dream of Samor fat man
　　 It's me who died~EbookFREE.me~I'm going to stand here too, taking care of the Sambuca Hills for the Issa family! "
　　Isahka looked at the doubtful guard, turned his head and looked again at the broad Sambuga hills below
　　 "Hehe... I hope my death can be exchanged for an innocent Isa family"
　　 laughed a few times with a bleak face, and suddenly pulled out the knight sword on his waist,
　　The guards hadn't had time to stop, a cold light flashed from Isahka's throat,
　　Isahka’s knight sword fell into the ground with a sound, blood mixed with muddy water flowed down from Ishahka
　　The body of the first generation owl Ishahka fell straight to the ground
"Hey"
　　The Issa guards sighed peepingly, dug a big pit on the spot, buried Isahka, and then rushed to the furthest road to the south.
　　 three days later
　　Unmanned command of the defender of Fort Djerber in 2000 surrendered, and the whole area of ​​Djerbo fell into the hands of the fat Samor
　　When the fat man is full of joy, when he is counting the items and land that will be available
　　 A group of uninvited guests from the southern Jawa, stepped into the camp of the Samor Barracks
　　 "Mediation? What do you mean?"
　　 The fat man looked at the famous post sent by the sentry and froze.
　　 "Bah! Lao Tzu and the old thing of Issa beat each other to death. Whatever happened to these Riwa cars, what did they do to mediate? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu tied them all up for ransom!"
　　 The fat man who reacted wanted to say so, but the words were held back by his mouth.
　　 The reason is very simple, this team is a mysterious figure from Riva Cheze
　　The fat man can't afford
　　Because they come from the Southern Dardan Dardanir family!