Chapter 323: Junwei

There is no spring, summer and autumn in the Northland, and it will always be winter.
In the cold wind, Zhou Qingfeng's thoughts fluttered. I remember that more than half a year ago, he tried everything he could to encourage him in Heinuma Village, and intimidated and lured a dozen villagers who had no way out to follow him to rob and fight.
Zhou Qingfeng still remembered how he felt awkward when riding on a short foot, because the men he brought with him at the time were really black people. The actual battle also proved his point, that is, a group of waste wood that can only chant.
The target was a group of Feren's most famous junk goblin. In this way, he almost capsized in the gutter, making Uncle Zhou extremely embarrassed.
Feng Shui took turns, and today Zhou Qingfeng looked at himself again, still seeing how awkward. The adventurer's guard is experienced and knows not to stare at the front or back of the queue without much nonsense. But they are too lazy.
Guards always talk to each other whenever they have time. No matter how many times they stress, they have no concept of discipline. Asking them to join the team, they will ask blankly, "Want to team up for Mao? Can the whole team be stronger?"
Zhou Qingfeng was unable to persuade this group of wild "guards". They are accustomed to accepting the employment of local lords when the war comes. Single-handed horses are their style. Hiring and killing is their life. Fighting to death is their fate.
As for rookie guards, immaturity is their biggest disadvantage. More than two months ago, Zhou Qingfeng once brought five guards into the elven ruins, and almost all died. After returning, the remaining four were regarded as seeds in the guard.
Half a month ago, the guards who had completed the preliminary training started practical training, and as a result, they were violently attacked by adventurer veterans. Then they were violently attacked two or three times a day, even at night. Now the rookies have a lot of scars on their faces.
Zhou Qingfeng ordered 'do not waste', he did clean up those who are not suitable for fighting in the guard. The cleaned-up child cried, like a doomsday. The rest were all trembling, fearing that they would be cleaned up next time.
The guards have no time to grow up slowly, and war will not wait for them to train again. Although the brutal elimination system is ruthless, it is as far as possible to ensure that the remaining part survives on the battlefield. As for other jobs that have been dismissed.
Now, the guards join His Majesty Zhou Qingfeng as a light infantry and take part in a horse-drawn carriage. They are restrained, keen, nervous, disciplined and organized, just don't know how many can survive a hard battle?
Thinking about the chaos he is about to face, Zhou Qingfeng still feels that his men are all in the dark. He took such a group of more than 80 men, spent a day to leave the Black Forest, and arrived at Cold Wind City at noon the next day.
When the leading guard appeared on the skyline with a big red flag, the residents outside the Cold Wind City fled. Zhou Qingfeng thought that the monochrome red flag presented by the succubus was too small and prestigious, and knew that it had such a strong response.
Behind the red flag were two columns of guard cavalry in a loose formation. The horses' heads were never aligned, and Zhou Qingfeng murmured about it. But when their messy horseshoes slowly moved along the road, the frightened passersby could not move their legs.
Zhou Qingfeng was behind the guard cavalry, and the huge 'shadow' blocked the entire road. The skeleton warhorse seemed to come from the deepest fear in the nightmare. It stepped on fire with four hoofs, wrestled with negative energy, and put its power in front of people.
Behind 'Shengying', twenty carriages passed by, and the sound of rumbling wheels spread far away. Many passers-by have never seen such a huge convoy, their faces pale and shocked.
The team ended up with several guard cavalry as guards. They looked at the sides of the road with fierce targets in order to prevent anyone from approaching the convoy with blind spots. They will also warn if an enemy attack is detected.
When the whole team came full of momentum, passersby who were not fainted finally understood that this was a unit. But no one could understand the red flag that opened the road, and only bravely asked the cavalry as a guard, "Hey, which master is this?"
"This is our team of Lord Victor Hugo." The guard cavalry is wearing inlaid armor, a fine iron helmet, a waist-mounted cavalry sword, a hardwood bow, and even boots that are stomped underneath are authentic cooked cowhide.
This body is light and sturdy, and it can't be bought without fifteen gold coins.
The cavalry questioned was rough and his words were buzzing under the iron helmet. He could see the surprise and shock of passersby, and his pride made him shout again, "We are the team of His Excellency Victor Hugo."
In the gloomy north, everything is either gray or black, and the bright red is extremely penetrating. It can be seen clearly across hundreds of meters. When the name "Victor Hugo" sounded, people immediately remembered it on the road.
But Zhou Qingfeng led the horse to the gate and found that the gate was closed and the suspension bridge was pulled up. The soldiers on the wall were panicked, and only a few frightened heads protruded from the arrow tower, staring at the red flag that was unsteady in the cold wind.
"Is there something wrong? I'll bring eighty people, and this group of grandsons are so scared?" Zhou Qingfeng complained on horseback. He felt that his outpost had not even gotten the number one hundred, it was enough Shameless, embarrassed to meet people.
The traversers led their troops on the expedition without recording a troop of tens of millions or tens of millions. But what do the guys on the city wall scared to pee? It really doesn't make sense.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand, but the soldiers in Hanfeng City have never seen such a large team with a bright helmet and bright flags. The steeds were sturdy and fat, and the cavalry were burly and bold, even those carriages were exactly the same.
When these eighty people and horses moved forward at an unhurried pace, the momentum of this forest-like movement made the people in front of them feel panicked. The guards of the Cold Wind City still remember to close the gate and close the suspension bridge. This is already reserved. A bit sane.
Many soldiers on the city walls were frightened by Zhou Qingfeng's "Wu He Zong Zhong" and turned around to escape. Zhou Qingfeng waited for a long time under the city wall, only to let Seth go out to declare his identity.
When the news of "Victor Hugo arrived" came into the city, all kinds of rumors and rumors began to fly. The forces in the city were surprised. No one expected the Zhou Qing summit to come.
Waiting for the residents in the city to stabilize their emotions, countless people swarmed towards the gate. So Zhou Qingfeng waited outside the city for a long time without waiting for the gates to open, but waited for a lot of crowds to see the crowd, and the walls were filled with surprises.
Zhou Qingfeng looks like a monkey at the zoo a hundred meters below the city for people to watch. The men he brought gradually became impatient, but he shouted sternly, "stand in line.
Cavalry mounts, infantry formations. Since people want to see it, they show it generously. Although we are small in number, we must show our military capacity. ".