The smoke of the war just now had not yet dissipated. A young Toulouse, looking at the dilapidated scene in front of him, couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't it a pity to have been ruined for decades?"

As the first barrier between the Toulouse tribe and the outside world, this ridge camp is known as the "Magino Line of Defense" in the north. In Toulouse, "Magino" can be understood as "impure" or "unshakeable".

However, in the eyes of the top strong people in the world, this line of defense is like a pebble, and a kick in the legs can make it collapse.

The head coach Avalanche Rabina was squatting on a big rock at this moment, holding a dry cigarette in his mouth, looking at the distance blankly, and hesitating in his heart.

None of the entourages dared to come forward to persuade him. At this time, provoking him was like killing him.

"How many years have passed, alas," Rabina said to himself.

"We are immersed in our own world, being self-supported and not being enterprising, so we will be punished by the Snow God, leading to today's situation."

"Forget it, forgot it," Rabina jumped off the big rock and threw the cigarette's butt on the ground.

"Transfer my password, everyone, etc., must bring all the supplies and evacuate them to the Liku patio within half an hour."

The Toulous people began a large evacuation. They carried the wounded away on a stretcher, rolled up the barracks and put all the food and meat on Han Binghu, dragged their sons and daughters toward the Riku patio.

About an hour later, Yang Jian's team arrived at the ridge.

"Don't let go of your guard, be careful of the ambush of the Toulous people!" Yang Jian looked around and found that there was no one here.

"The smoke from cooking has not yet dissipated, the campfire is still burning, and the ground is full of gullies." Bilis observed this phenomenon.

"Yeah," Yang Jian nodded, "It seems that their army has evacuated as a whole."

"Emuli, Bastulu", Yang Jian looked at the two hostages tied tightly.

“What exactly happened?”

Aimulli swallowed, revealing a look of confusion.

"I got the order before and came to capture you. The camp is here, why did it disappear all of a sudden?"

"Then where are they going?" Yang Jian asked patiently.

"It should be in the direction of the Riku patio, where we have our second line of defense."

"Yeah", Yang Jian didn't make things difficult for the two prisoners. He used the slaughtering flying knife to untie the ropes for the two and let them return to the team.

"Head, why do you want to let them go?" Hans asked in confusion.

"The Toulouse must have encountered some major changes or even disasters," Yang Jian stared at the depths of the snow-capped mountains, "If I don't take any harm at this time, they will definitely be able to recognize my kindness."

"The next time they deal with each other, they will treat each other with courtesy."

"So that's it," Hans suddenly realized.

"Why are we going to camp here first and visit Liku patio tomorrow. Belis is responsible for the guard tonight. If there is any disturbance, please notify us immediately."

After Yang Jian said this, he took out a book about the Snow Mountains of the Arad Museum.

Everyone looked at him in confusion, not understanding the meaning.

"I think, when this adventure is over," Yang Jianyang's book in his hand, "I want to write a letter to the publisher of the Arad Museum, about their ten thousand-year-old snow-capped mountains."
Chapter completed!