Ride and Cut

"Xiao Heng." Li Cha crossed Erlang's legs and patted Hendra's shoulder, with a strong demeanor of a mafia boss, "You will definitely not be able to go back to Stuart now."

Hendra couldn't help sighing. For someone who has received traditional knightly education since childhood, being abandoned by the monarch is tantamount to sticking a sharp knife into his lungs and stirring it up twice. It can only be described as suffocation.

"Do you have any plans?" The lord turned sideways and pushed him with his shoulder, and Hendra, who lacked food and clothing and was physically weak, was almost bitten by a dog.

He looked down at the two-finger-thick and spiked shackles on his wrist, his expression full of helplessness and entanglement, "Will my plan work..."

"Ha, it really doesn't seem to be of any use." The lord laughed twice, and looked up at the changing clouds in the sky, sometimes like galloping horses and sometimes like waves, which were covered with a magnificent golden-red coat under the setting sun.

The alpine castle in the evening is very beautiful. The herdsmen in the distance are driving their herds back, and the smoke from the kitchen is slowly rising, which has a peaceful and simple temperament. He just sat like this, quietly watching the sunset for at least a quarter of an hour.

It wasn't until Hendra couldn't help but start to lose his mind that Li Cha suddenly asked, "Do you have any intention of joining Alpine Fort?"

"Not yet." Hendra was honest.

"If you don't have one, you can cultivate it." The lord is more sincere.

"What if I refuse?"

"Spend the rest of your life in a water prison, why do you need to ask?" Li Cha lifted Hendra's clothes and wiped the mud from his boots, and said quite naturally.

"Don't blame me for being straightforward. Once your innate spells are exposed, no one can easily let you go. This is the reality." He clapped his hands, and two barbarian jailers came over, one with a mace in his hand and the other with a key.

Hendra was silent for a long time before saying in a muffled voice: "It seems that I was right to hide myself before."

"The mace and the key must be the same, what's your decision?" The lord was full of complacency, and it is indeed rare for someone like him to show shame.

"I have two conditions. If you don't agree, I'd rather go back to the dungeon and die of old age." Hendra twisted his fingers into a ball and couldn't understand how such a pioneering lord with no honor or background at all could gather so many brave and majestic warriors.

"There's a lot of shit, let it go!"

"First, absolutely don't try to hit my eye. For example, dig it out and give it to an alchemist to make magic equipment or something." Obviously, Hendra has lingering fears about this possibility.

"I'm not so tyrannical to my own people, you can rest assured about that." The lord patted his chest and took care of everything.

"Secondly, even though I am a prisoner of war, I refuse to join Alpine Fort as a slave, at least..." Hendra originally wanted to say a knight, but for some reason, he changed it to: "Civilian."

Li Cha didn't speak, but nodded his head twice, very refreshing.

"Then my lord, from now on, Hendra will hold the sword for your will until the last moment." Hendra said slowly in a formal and serious tone, "I will be loyal in this life, and be your eternal follower, with courage, force and wisdom..."

"Stop, stop!" The lord hurriedly waved his hands again and again, and the numb words on both arms aroused goose rashes, all of which were bigger than sesame seeds.

"Please find out whether your courage, force and wisdom are useful to me. This is what is useful." Richard pointed to Hendra's lifeless eyes.

In his opinion, Hendra is a typical example of poor brains, otherwise he would never be reduced to today, and he still wants to serve him with wisdom, so save it.

"Also, quickly change to a new name, Hendra is dead."

The small-scale war between Alpine Fort and Roaring Brown Bear is destined to be recorded in the annals of history, not because of itself, but as the fuse that directly caused the war between the two countries, it will naturally attract attention.

Pompey and Stuart had a deep grievance and were similar in size. In all likelihood, this battle would end in a tragic situation where blood flowed and bones filled the fields. Richard and Hendra, as the two direct parties involved, if they were found to be mingling together, it would be unimaginable what kind of uproar it would cause, at least ordinary people and soldiers would feel cheated.

Therefore, Hendra must change his identity. The former Hendra must never be Hendra anymore!

"Dracula, I will be Dracula from now on." He took out a silver eagle badge from his pocket, stared down for a moment, and pursed his lips.

Although the jailer of Alpine Fort was barbaric and cruel, he was unexpectedly well disciplined and never looted the prisoners' belongings. That's why this badge has been preserved from him to this day.

Dracula's thumb snapped directly from the middle, and he threw it into the grass nest without a trace.

"What the hell?"

"The family crest of the Gunawin family was seized by Hendra, the head of the Roaring Brown Bear Legion. The original owner died in battle two months ago." Dracula spread his hands, "It is said that Hendra looks a bit like me, but I am at least twenty pounds lighter than him, so it is only a little bit like me."

"Very good." Li Cha applauded without hesitation.

Hendra, no, Dracula is obviously the kind of person whose position is extremely clear. The lord accidentally discovered that his application for joining the team was received in the system panel.

Judging from past experience, it is definitely not that you can be accepted by the system just by chanting slogans, but that there is a certain loyalty requirement. A negative example is Nehru, an old slicker, with a quick mind and a lot of ideas. He thinks he is very smart. Slogans such as "Die for the lord" have been chanted countless times but have not been accepted by the system so far.

Missing the biggest benefit of Alpine Castle without knowing it, this guy is probably still complacent in his heart.

The addition of Dracula did not cause any waves in the Alpine Castle. Although some soldiers were a little curious about how Hendra became Dracula, but since their lord said yes, so be it.

Not long after, Li Cha finally received the long-awaited military assistance.

At this time, the season rotation has entered late autumn, and the weather in the wilderness is getting colder and bitterer day by day. According to Buckland, this winter must be very cold, because the temperature has never dropped so fast in previous years, and this statement was also agreed by Anne.

However, the subjective feeling of whether it is cold or not depends on who it is.

The lord was only wearing a linen blouse with a ruddy complexion, which contrasted sharply with Buckland who was shivering in a leather jacket beside him. He gradually discovered that the elemental resistance brought about by the Holy Word Prayer is also particularly effective against the heat and cold of the environment.

The military convoy attendants couldn't help but be dumbfounded watching the Eagle Knight running back and forth in the cold wind. They were cursing the unbearable cold weather along the way.

"Why do you send this thing here?" The lord looked at a half-open carriage carriage, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

This car was noticeably heavier than all the others because it left the deepest ruts on the way it came.

When he was in Cologne, the military department told him that the content of this aid would be "unexpected." Li Cha had to admit that they were not lying in this regard alone, saying that it was unexpected was really unexpected, not even a copper discount.

Because there is actually a huge pure metal box in the carriage, with one blade in width and height and about two blades in length. It's not that Li Cha has to think too much, this box really looks like a... coffin.

Recently, the speed of coding has improved, but there are also more and more daily chores, which are annoying and confusing. . .