Black Iron Crown

On the border of the empire, dozens of fortresses were built to guard against the nomads in the east.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun hanging high in the sky casts a warm radiance, which is warm and full of vitality.

In the military fort on the border, a soldier in shabby clothes sat on the towering city wall and looked out.

This city wall is about twelve meters high. Such a military fort is not so much a castle as it is a fortress or a gun tower.

The overall shape is a strong cylinder, and the interior space is small, but it looks very safe.

Everyone gathers at the top of this tower-like building, where eating and drinking are done, and if there is any danger, a beacon can be lit to warn other areas.

The early warning fortress here has a history of hundreds of years. In the era when the Ridka people were not unified by the empire, several counties bordered on the grassland.

They are not a powerful empire after unification. It is very difficult for them to face the invasion and plunder of the grassland people every year with their strength. Therefore, they have to build such a fortress as an early warning to protect the property safety of their subjects.

The soldier on the city wall is called Hassan, and he is just a recruit. Of course, this new name is relative.

He has served here for more than three years, and he may be considered a veteran in other places, but here, he is just a rookie.

Apart from him, the oldest person has served for more than 20 years. He became a guard here a few years before the unification of the empire. Later, the empire did not abolish him, so he naturally became the establishment of the imperial army. A garrison soldier under him.

And this young garrison soldier had no choice but to join this military fort three years ago because of the pressure of life.

Over the past few years, the threat from the eastern grassland has become less and less, and since the old emperor died, the empire has never used troops on the grassland, so these treasures here are getting less and less attention.

In the past ten years, what they have been able to get is military rations and salaries, as well as military supplies. The military uniforms that should have been issued every two years have not been delivered for more than five years.

Except for some necessary food, they have hardly received any other resources.

Even the families of the older soldiers here are engaged in other businesses to make a living, and if they have the opportunity, they will extort money from among the few residents in the vicinity.

This recruit, who has been here for three full years, is holding his rotten gun, which is extremely worn out, has strong wiping marks on the head, but still looks rusty, and is sitting on the city wall bored. Looking down through the battlements.

The height of twelve meters is enough for him to see far away. At first he thought the scenery was beautiful, but after three years of perseverance, he was already tired of seeing it.

There was a ten-man team guarding the fort, but now there were only eight people left in the team, which was not full.

The harsh conditions here have led some to flee.

Still, they persevered because these people's homes are still here and they can live a modest life.

At this time, Hassan was alone on the walls of the fortress, and everyone else was sleeping in the crowded rooms on the two floors below.

Hassan originally wanted to lie on the city wall to rest, but suddenly found a huge black shadow appearing in front of him on the horizon in the distance.

"This...what is it..." Hassan stood up from the ground, almost leaning half of his body out of the battlements.

After he took a few careful glances, his face began to turn pale.

"This... is the Prairie Cavalry!"

Hassan immediately shouted loudly to the other soldiers below: "Get up! The enemy is coming again!"

"Hassan the son of a bitch! What are you howling about! Don't disturb my sleep!"

The soldiers inside the castle scolded angrily, Hassan had no status among these people on weekdays.

However, this time, Hassan was not frightened by their scolding, and continued to shout: "The prairie people are coming! They are coming on horses! Everyone, go and bring your family members in!"

As he said that, Hassan desperately piled up the dry wood and some other mixed things, then took out the flint at his waist and began to collide violently.

The sparks landed on the dry grass and gradually started to burn. He blew lightly, hoping to make the beacon fire burn quickly.

As the fire grew stronger and smoke began to rise into the sky, Hassan grabbed a horn from the edge of the city wall and blew it with all his might.

The low and thick voice instantly resounded within a hundred meters around.

At this moment, the soldiers who were sleeping soundly in the castle came to their senses, dressed in a hurry, and went to pick up their families outside the castle.

Some residents living here also heard Hassan's horn blowing, and they understood what it meant.

Seeing that the soldiers in the castle came out in a hurry to find their families, they didn't know what was going to happen.

So they surrounded these soldiers, begging bitterly, and also wanted to enter the fortress to hide.

However, although such a fortress looks extremely tall, in fact, the internal space is not large, and the place where people can live is only the upper five floors, two of which are used to store combat supplies and food, and the top floor is still responsible for combat city ​​walls.

It is already the limit to accommodate dozens of people. How could these soldiers sacrifice their families to let them squeeze in?

Tired of the begging of this group of people, the soldiers pulled out the long swords that had rusted a lot around their waists and became thinner than ordinary swords due to polishing, and waved them a few times at these people.

"Back back! The enemy army is coming, don't you run for your life, do you still want to interfere with our military affairs? Anyone who dares to interfere with our military affairs will be killed!"

These soldiers spoke in a high-sounding tone, what kind of military affairs can a small fortress have?

Persuading these residents to leave is a dead end.

Although the fortress is towering, the field of vision is limited after all, and the effective range is only within a radius of seven or eight kilometers.

At a distance of seven or eight kilometers, the speed of people is still not as good as that of horses. Only when the marching distance reaches hundreds of kilometers will the infantry surpass the cavalry. With the marching speed of these cavalry, ordinary residents obviously cannot escape.

The residents took pictures of the long swords in the hands of these soldiers, and they could only retreat helplessly, and the families of the soldiers took this opportunity to enter the military fort.

In addition, there is a lot of food stored inside the military fort, which was originally stolen by the defenders through extortion and extortion, and is stored here for safety reasons.

Unexpectedly, it became the military ration for a period of time in the future.

In addition to food, there is also a small well near the castle. After ensuring that there is no shortage of food and water, the soldiers threw the large stones accumulated in the room on the second floor to the gate to block the gate to prevent the enemy. Enter.

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