Forty-two, fly over the Gobi Desert

Forty-two, fly over the Gobi Desert

"...I'm ready, Mr. Marshal. When will I set off tonight?"

Queen Claire Belt's crisp voice interrupted the Hu thought in Marshal Fili Taylor's mind.

When he looked back, a hint of shock suddenly appeared in his eyes

Unlike the military uniform during the day, the queen is now wearing a dark purple-black tight-sleeved dress, with long hair like thin linens casually scattering, slightly curly curly. The cuffs of the dress are decorated with embroidered patterns and beautiful straps, and under the collar are two rows of convex stripes and gold and silver silk badge patterns. Her feet are made of a pair of dark purple leather short boots, which look clean and neat, but also charming.

...Oh, I really don't want to do such a shameful and embarrassing thing to the infinite abyss in front of such a dignified and elegant lady

Feili reached out and pressed the veins on her forehead, and sighed silently for the soon-to-be discarded Jie. Then, he leaned into his arms with great value, took out a female white silk bear, and then put the inner sternly on his forehead in the unbelievable surprised look of Her Majesty the Queen... Well, it was like the legendary perverted perverted monster who held the little loli with a candy crutch.

——Although judging by Feili's physique and appearance as a weak womb, he seems to be more suitable to be the object of being kidnapped with candy...

Next, the Air Marshal Ferry Taylor, who successfully transformed into an inward-headed maniac, came out a folded black magic broom from under the robe, and stretched out and assembled in a few seconds. Then he lifted up the robe, stepped straight, and then turned around and patted the empty seat behind his butt, making a "please" gesture to Queen Claire Belt, who was still a little dull.

"... Come quickly, Her Majesty the Queen." He said in a muffled voice through a thin layer of inner u fabric, "... The evening wind in the Gobi Desert is very strong, and the wind in the sky is even stronger. Riding on a broom will definitely bump very hard, and the flight trajectory will probably be very thrilling, so please be sure to hold it tightly later to prevent an accidental fall, so that the quilt collar becomes the beauty of His Royal Highness... Oh, sorry, I shouldn't say this to a lady... In addition, since we are going to fly over the enemy's head this time, in order to prevent you from being able to help but exclaim in the air, it has attracted the attention of the enemy sentry, so please be better to block your mouth with a handkerchief in advance..."

Watching the "yin" riding a thick, black and hard object, and then performing a night "sun shock" together, and using a handkerchief to block his little mouth to avoid making a sound, Queen Claire Belt couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

"…This…Marson, did you say that you are carrying a magic weapon given by the Magic Goddess, allowing you to cast spells in the Dead Magic Zone for several hours? But where is this magic weapon? Can I take a look?"

"...Oh, I knew someone would ask this question... I was thinking about how to try to vaguely..."

Marshal Feri Taylor rolled his eyes and sighed, but he still took off his head and shook it in front of the queen, so that she could see clearly the blue and white fluorescent divine light flowing on the surface of the silk cloth. "...... The token of voters given to me by the mother of magic is this inner u, um, or it was taken off directly from her body, so it is also an integral part of the magic network, which can provide short-term network services..."

Hearing such a mentally disintegrating strange thing, a row of black lines suddenly popped up on the queen's forehead, followed by a long sigh.

"...... I used the method of giving Neiu to enthrone the perverted demon, well, no, it's the voter... What a ridiculous and weird thing this is. Even in the classic book "Eraszhuo and Her One Thousand and One Lover", the pair of "unbeliever sisters" are just handkerchiefs and diaries, and they have not reached the level of pervertedness of changing Neiu... Are you sure you are really a voter who was enthroned by the Magic Goddess, not the pet she raised?"

She kept looking at the sun, looking like the horse was about to faint, "...I was so confused this time. Following you, a not-so-reliable guy, and taking the risk of breaking out to get out to rescue soldiers is the biggest mistake I have made in my life..."

"...uh, why do I think it's already the biggest mistake in your life that you were born in this frustrating city of misfortune and unfortunately became the unsuccessful king of the country? Even if you successfully escape to the West, the imperial government would not be able to make a piece of land to restore you..."

Feili also had a black cross on her forehead, and she retorted without hesitation, "...If it weren't for someone with enough identity to help me convince the ship to stay in the army, I would have only planned to leave by myself."

...

In an awkward silence, the two people who were preparing to break through waited for a while, and waited until the night in the Gobi Desert became stronger and the roaring wind was louder, enough to cover up the movement, and then they really started to take action.

——With the silence of hundreds of warriors and veterans and nobles, a silver-haired perverted sissy wearing inner u, dragging a rash queen with a rag in her mouth, and crossing a black and hard bāng-shaped object together, embarking on their adventure of flying over the Gobi Desert tonight. Because they could not find a handkerchief for a while, they could only pull an irregular piece of cloth from someone's scarf, which felt more like a rag...

But the siege army, who knew nothing about this, was now in the camp outside the country, and was busy with oath banquet on the eve of the war.

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The dark and deep night covers the empty Gobi Desert.

A full red moon rose from the east and shone in the Tukan Alliance Army camp outside Lixuan City.

The bonfires of orange and red è bonfires, the aroma of wine-baked people, and the noisy crowds of people have turned this place into a sea of ​​feasting.

The camp that stretched for miles was filled with colorful flags, roaring in the evening breeze. Countless fires burned, illuminating the camp as if it were day. Amid the swaying figures, there was a burst of laughter and joy. The cattle, sheep, animals, and surplus camels that the slaves had worked hard to gather from all over the place were slaughtered in large numbers, and the whole head was roasted and carried.

There are also pomegranates, fruitless fruits, dates, raisins and cheese collected in the desert oasis, as well as tea bricks, spices, candied fruits, candied cubes, soju wine... All these high-end ingredients that they usually don't want to eat were generously taken out, allowing everyone to eat the seas at will. Even the slaves and prisoners of war who were used as cannon fodder were divided into some baked and dough cakes, and a small amount of stinky horse milk wine that had changed. After all, bloody battle is imminent, and this is the last feast they participated in in their lives. No one wants to be a starving ghost on the battlefield.

——The 40,000 troops of Prince Heda Huli have advanced to the city at this time, and the mortar positions for the siege have been deployed. But these people have just walked through the thousands of miles of Gobi desert and have been trekking along the yellow sand and scorching sun, and have long been exhausted and exhausted. Therefore, no matter how anxious the prince is, he can only let them eat and drink and rest first, and then rely on the tactics of the sea of ​​people to crush the elderly, weak and sick in the city bit by bit... Otherwise, if it is hard to force these tired troops to fight a tough battle, it is really possible that they will collapse.

In fact, compared with those court banquets with strict rules and a lot of red tape, Tukan nomads who are used to the vast sky and vast earth prefer this kind of wild carnival that is unrestrained, even if they are powerful people.

Therefore, Prince Heda Huli, the general commander of the Tukan army, also raised his glasses and feasted in a dry grassland, and surrounded by generals and favorites. They sat on the thick carpet, filled with all kinds of carefully prepared delicious dishes, from the specialty of desert to the fruits and pastries that cannot be enjoyed in the grassland. The relatives and nobles who were tired of roasted beef and roasted sheep all moved their index fingers for a moment, and couldn't help but shake off their cheeks and swallowed them voraciously regardless of their image.

Prince Heda, who was in the throne, also drank a lot of delicious food on the table and flattering the generals and powerful people who were full of flattering words.

"...Eternal life is here, and all the places with grass growing in the sun are given to us noble Tukan people as pastures. Those cowardly and inferior nations are born lambs. Although they are sometimes commanded by a lion and are scattered at us grassland wolf, the lambs are still lambs. When the lion dies, these cowardly and incompetent animals will reveal their humble nature.

"... Sheep eat grass, wolves eat sheep, these are natural truths. For this unsustainable inferior nation, the most correct way is to let the strong enslave them. We must kill all the brave men who dare to resist. The remaining people are only worthy of being slaves. With so many slaves to help us cultivate land, grazing, and mining, we brave grassland men can gallop on the battlefield and show their power thousands of miles away without worrying about the thinness of animals and the rise and fall of the grass... The sabers are our hoes, and arrows are our coins. Only by galloping around, fighting on the battlefield, and turning all the things of those inferior nations into their own is the right way for noble warriors to get rich."

Listening to His Highness the murderous words of His Highness, the Tukan generals present naturally smiled happily and agreed loudly. However, the foreign chiefs who were sitting at the banquet smiled bitterly, and they were both entangled and uncomfortable in their hearts, which was really embarrassing.

——In the past twenty or thirty years, although the Tukan nomads on the grassland have fought at an astonishing speed and established a huge imperial hegemony. However, their territory is barren, harsh climate, and sparsely populated areas. It has been difficult to make a living since ancient times. Even if the territory expands sharply, the population will be difficult to increase simultaneously. In addition, although the wars have been won many times over the years, there are many people who died on the battlefield... Therefore, within the entire territory of the Tukan Khanate, the real Tukan people are actually only 1.23 million. If the old and weak are removed, the truly young and strong horse-backed warriors are only 200,000 to 300,000.

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Chapter completed!