Most farmers in Wolf Town hid in the forest nearby.

Everyone is already very skilled in this process, because when the Ding team came one after another, the farmers were just hiking into the old forest.

Many farmers also dug dark cellars in the forest to store grain.

As for Winters, he knew very well that he was the number one target and therefore hid further.

He crossed the Great Kok River and ran into the no-man's land.

The wasteland is vast and he doesn't lack horses. Not to mention that Ronald doesn't know where he is, even if he knows where he is, he doesn't want to catch up with him.

"So this is rebellion?" The little lion was quite curious: "Why are you chased by someone everywhere?"

The two sat side by side on the hillside, where the area is within a radius of five kilometers, and no one who tries to get close to them has a place to hide.

"After all, this is the first time, and I'm not skilled yet." Winters asked with a smile: "You said that my brother is a registered household Qimin. Can you tell me carefully?"

The little lion handed Winters a sweet grass pole: "It was Red [De Xue Chan] who taught him, probably to weave the capital of Guizhou together like a basket. I don't know much, but even if I understand it

, don't want to tell you."

"Make up your people from the Akawa tribe?"

"No, my brother confronted the army of Master Qin and arrested all Master Qin and so he first edited Master Qin and said, "

Winters chewed the sweet grass pole and thought about the meaning of "weaving the people like weaving baskets."

When the other party mentioned the word "Qimin" for the first time, he smelled a little dangerous.

The little lion also chewed the sweet grass pole and sighed, "It's still simple to rebel on the grassland. Call all the troops and go straight to the other party's lair. If you win, you win, and if you can't win, you run away. Be happy and clean."

Winters laughed.

"Don't laugh, that's it. The grassland society is loose, everyone will follow whoever is stronger, and the same is true for war. Whenever there is a war, the troops gather together and elect a leader as the commander. If the leader dies in battle or is defeated, the army will immediately

It will collapse."

"What if I win?"

"It will collapse too." The little lion chuckled softly: "But everyone will be in a better mood."

Winters laughed happily, even alarmed Bud and the quiver on the other side of the hillside.

After laughing, Winters said to the Little Lion seriously: "Since you tell me what is on the wasteland, I will also tell you something outside the wasteland. I want to teach you how to do business."

"What does it mean?" the little lion frowned slightly.

"Do you know what's most important about doing business?"

The little lion simply replied: "I don't know."

Winters' eyes were bright: "Capital."

The little lion looked in the direction of Wolf Town: "But your capital is gone."

"Yes, Ronald ruined my capital." Winters also looked at the direction of Wolftown and changed the subject: "But if everything goes well, Ronald's capital should have been snatched by me."

"I said there is no soldier here." The little lion smiled and said, "I still want to persuade you, so why not come to me as soon as possible, at least you won't be chased by someone behind you. Since you have the capital, you want to make peace with me.

My brother does business?"

"That's right."

"Okay." The little lion knocked off the dust from his hands and pulled out a rope: "We can talk about the price of prisoners."

"I won't use this capital to redeem the prisoners, I want to use it to do a bigger business." Winters smiled: "So, I actually want to take credit."

The little lion was speechless, and his Adam's apple flipped: "This...

Andre interrupted the little lion with a loud shout: "Southern! Someone is coming here!"

Winters and the little lion jumped up and ran towards the war horse.

"I really found it." Andrey was furious: "Isn't Ronald tired? Why don't you hurry back to Revodan? Why are you slumbering with us here? Can you save some energy for everyone?"

"If it were you, you would come faster than him." Bud was saddened by the horse.

Bard's bone-transparent yellow is gone, Andre's baby dark horse is no longer there, and both of them are now riding Hedge horses sent by Little Lion.

The resting people on the hillside were saddled in the blink of an eye: Winters, Bard, Andre and two Dusaks, as well as Lion Lion and his six guards.

In addition to riding a horse, each person also had three followers tied to his saddle.

Ronald had two more legs, and he couldn't catch up.

"I have another gift, I originally wanted to give it to you when I left." The little lion smiled and said, "Let me take it out for you."

He whistled.

A quiver took out a roll of cloth from the saddle bag—no, it was a flag.

"Can it be?" Andre's eyes suddenly glared.

Winters wouldn't disagree with what this is.

"That's right, that's it." The little lion laughed: "It's the flag wrapped around you when I found you. My brother asked me to send it to you."

Winters took over the military flag of the former Jeska brigade and the rear Montagne brigade and put it in his arms.

"Let's go!" He pulled the reins lightly.

"Wait!" Andre called everyone, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the visitor: "It seems to be ours. It seems to be Heinrich!"

Winters looked closely and the two riders were running towards the hillside.

The cavalry on the left was the sentry he sent to monitor the army of Revodan, and the cavalry on the right was Heinrich.

Heinrich returned to Paratu with Bad. Because he could not find his grandfather in a mess, he stayed in the army and became a military policeman under Bad.

Bud and Winters met, and he returned to Winters.

When everyone else went to play Revordan, Winters left Heinrich in Wolftown.

The eldest grandson of the famous teacher Franz is taciturn and steady in his work.

Winters liked him very much and sent him and Charles to protect the women.

Seeing that the visitor was Heinrich, Winters immediately rushed down the hillside to welcome Inrich Shanghai.

"What's wrong?" Winters asked, his face not showing emotion.

"It's Miss Mitchell! The other ladies and ladies are fine!" Heinrich said concisely, but his eyes rarely showed panic: "A mare with a foal is difficult to give birth and stayed at Mitchell Manor. Miss Mitchell

I secretly ran back while I was not paying attention!”

...

At the same time, the city of Hovaudan.

The battle has been completely over.

All defenders were disarmed, bound and imprisoned.

The unrestrained body lay on the street, telling the citizens that the battle at dawn was not their dream.

When siege last night, citizens of Revodan heard that the siege claim to be "the new reclamation army that came to suppress the rebellion."

They discovered it only as soon as the sky was dawn.

Where did they come from? It was clearly the "Blood Wolf Gang" they had heard of.

And what the "Blood Wolf Gang" did was like bandits entering the city.

Carriages drove into Revodantam, and they were tempted to not give up until they were empty.

Revodan was in chaos at this moment. Winters' soldiers had no military uniforms and were all identified by the red straps tied on their shoulders.

Many gangsters and gangsters found the opportunity to fish in troubled waters. They tied red belts on their shoulders, smashed, looted and burned.

The refugees outside the city also discovered the chaos of Revodan. They were bullied, hungry and angry, and now they found a window to vent.

Daliang refugees flocked to Revodan and robbed food and goods under the instigation of rascals.

The Cathedral of Revodantan was even hit. The gangsters in the city brought disaster victims from outside the city to the church, and God could not keep the safety of his temple.

In the chaos, Angru took more than twenty carriages and headed straight to the Revodan garrison.

Pierre caught up from behind and shouted in anger: "Hooker! What are you doing? Go to the grain warehouse, the vault, the arsenal!"

"No!" Anglu replied stubbornly: "Lt. Bard made it clear that he would rather not have gold or silver than take away the archives of the Rhodantan garrison."

"There is nothing to do with archives! In this world, those are all fucking waste paper! Go to the granary!"

"Lt. Bud wants me to move the archive!" Angelu's stubbornness also came up.

Pierre couldn't twist the stubborn little horseman: "Okay, if you go, I'll give you fifteen big cars! Not one more!"

The little horseman drove the carriage to the archives of the garrison.

Pierre looked at the chaos on the street: the man with a red strap on his shoulder - who didn't know who it was - smashed the door and dragged the owner to the street and beat him up, and the ragged victims also participated

in;

Many sneaky guys ran into the alley with gold, silver and porcelain bottles, missing their whereabouts.
To be continued...