"Felter wants to run, so he has to ask whether we agree." Pierre carefully put the rolled-up map into a sealed leather tube, and then carefully put the leather tube away.

After all this, Pierre stood up and slapped the soil and straw rods on his clothes: "No matter what, eat his small soldier first. Since he dares to send troops out, we will be rude if we don't accept it with a smile."

Vahika grinned, put her finger on her lips and blew a loud whistle.

The light cavalry who had just stepped on it and couldn't wake up heard the whistle, jumped up, ran towards their respective war horses, and then led the war horses out of the valley - in order to avoid disturbing the horses' herds.

Pierre remembered the number silently. In less than a hundred breaths, his light cavalry was ready to go.

He waved his hand, and the rumbling hooves sounded outside the valley, penetrated the coniferous forests, alarming the birds, and finally dissipated in the green mountains and the sky.

...

There are not many troops left under Alder Felt's command that can be used.

Therefore, those who can be selected into the small unit called the patrol team but actually the grain collection team are the most combat-effective soldiers of the Felt team.

Pierre, Vahika and every Tiefeng County light cavalry knew this clearly, and no one dared to relax and carelessly.

So when the light cavalry saw the white flag waving above the enemy's head from afar, they felt uncomfortable in their hearts of hitting the cotton with one punch.

Before the Tiefeng County Light Cavalry was in place, the soldiers of the forty-person grain collection team had already stood up; before the Tiefeng County Light Cavalry surrounded the Tiefeng County Light Cavalry, the weapons of the grain collection team were handed over and neatly formed into two circles.

The officers leading the patrol sat on a large rock and waved to Pierre and Vahika from a distance.

After Pierre and Vahika repeatedly confirmed that there was no ambush, they slowly rode their horses to the officer.

"May I ask." Pierre had never experienced such a thing, and he didn't know if there was any special etiquette, so he took a formal attitude: "Are you going to surrender?"

The officer leading the patrol team was a handsome young man, about the same age as Pierre.

He sat comfortably on the big rock on the river bank as if he was sitting on a soft chair in his living room, and said easily: "Yes, surrender, no more. Give me some water."

Pierre and Vahika looked at each other, the former nodded, and the latter unbuttoned the water bag and threw it to each other.

The young officer took the water bag, took a big sip, then looked up at Pierre: "Is there anything to eat?"

Pierre stared at the young officer for a while, and the young officer blinked his innocent big eyes and looked at Pierre at each other.

Finally, Pierre nodded, and Vahika took out a paper bag from the saddle bag and threw it to the other party.

The young officer couldn't wait to open the paper bag and found that it was air-dried horse meat inside. He asked with a bitter face: "Just give me this?"

Pierre frowned and replied, "This is what we eat."

The young officer stopped complaining. He struggled to pull off a small piece of dried horse meat, and asked vaguely while chewing it hard, "What should you do with these prisoners? You won't kill them all?"

Pierre's afterwards glanced at his subordinates who had surrounded the brown-clothed soldiers, and replied truthfully: "Walk northwest along the main road, pass the Qingyin Pass, and there is a supply station. First, give you some food, and then go to Changhu Town, where there is a prisoner camp."

The young officer nodded, as if he was accepting the arrangement and asked again: "Has Winters Montagne really won?"

"Of course." Pierre replied without hesitation.

The young officer looked up at Pierre: "Really?"

Pierre was not afraid to confront each other's eyes: "Really."

The young officer sighed, stood up, handed the paper bag of dried horse meat back to Vahika, but his eyes looked at Pierre: "Take me to see Captain Montagne."

Vahika burst out laughing, but the next moment, she suddenly changed her face, and was about to scold the shameless little officer in front of her.

But Pierre raised his hand and stopped Vahika.

Pierre turned over and dismounted and looked at the young officer with a look at the young officer: "I will convey your request to the Lord Baomin. But whether you can meet the Lord Baomin must decide. I am Pierre Girardnovic Mitchell, the commander of the cavalry of the Iron Peak County garrison."

Such a polite and polite reply changed the face of the young officer, and his face changed drastically, and his face was suddenly filled with surprise, confusion, and serious expressions.

Instead of providing his identity according to etiquette, he frowned, picked up his arms, and asked Pierre: "Since Captain Montagne's main force has not returned yet, why did you trick Major Felt into withdrawing Maple Stone City in advance?"
Chapter completed!