Chapter 63 Betting on the National Fortune (Part 2)
“What happened?”
Quincy jumped on his feet and cursed: “Do you know what timing is? It was supposed to be an early morning raid. Yes, it’s almost noon.”
“It’s not because you wanted to take them by surprise. Otherwise, how could the carriage get stuck in the mud?”
I don't know who whispered softly.
Quincy turned his head 210 degrees and looked in the direction of the conversation: "Who, who is talking."
As far as Quincy could see, there was only a group of night watch guards fanning themselves with leaves and wood chips. them.
They opened the front of their clothes, exposing their hairy chests, and sat crookedly on stones, dead trees or wooden piles by the roadside.
Faced with Quincy's staring eyes, they were either at a loss or as if nothing had happened.
Quincy withdrew his eyes bitterly and continued to monitor the sweaty public servants repairing the carriage.
At this moment, about one mile before the Xiaonigou slope, ten large vehicles were blocking the middle of the road.
Three of the large vehicles had their axles broken in the mud and bumps, their wheels got stuck in the mud, and they had to stop on the side of the road.
Quincy could not leave these goods behind. After the flood, the Thousand River Valley was full of robbers and bandits, and even robber knights.
If the banner of Archbishop Barneyforth of mine goes away, something might pounce on it.
The sun was blazing, making people panic, and even their sweaty hair reflected the sunlight.
Several fat horses snorted constantly and used their tails to drive away the flies flying back and forth.
The serf soldiers supported the wooden sticks in their hands, leaning on each other in twos and threes, or simply sitting on the dirt, catching lice for each other.
Only the twenty-odd armored sergeants sat on the small horses they carried, carefully sharpening their swords with whetstones.
Like the night guards, they were also cursing.
Looking at the high sun, Quincy rolled the riding crop in his hand into a disc shape and kept fanning himself.
No matter how hard he fanned, he couldn't fan away the anxiety in his heart.
Especially when he saw Bonard and Sissi, a pair of adulterers, having sex with each other, he felt a fire rising in his heart.
When he asked someone to check the axles, he found that the axles seemed to have been damaged.
Although there is no evidence to prove that it was Sissi who did it, Quincy's intuition told him that it was Sissi.
It was because she made trouble in the morning and insisted on checking the goods in the carriage that Quincy delayed his departure by one candle (one hour).
Fearing that the secret party would run away after waiting too long, Quincy urged the carriage to move quickly, which caused the axle to break and delayed the carriage by almost half a candle.
According to Quincy's idea, they should have set off normally, arrived normally, and then encountered an enemy attack.
One's own side was injured and retreated steadily, and got the lining (a share of the goods).
Quincy fought back again, riding into the camp, beheading more than ten people, winning a great victory and gaining face.
In this way, someone on our side was injured to protect the goods, and the reason why it failed at the beginning was because it was surprised and caught off guard, so I tried to turn the tide.
I have the face, I also have the inside, it’s quite perfect.
But what he didn't expect was that the inspection of the goods and the broken axle would make him late for who knows how long.
You know, the secret parties are very time-sensitive because they have to operate secretly and are often betrayed.
As soon as there is any disturbance, they will run away.
If they wait too long, they might think that Quincy lied to them, and then go back to their hometown.
What makes Quincy most helpless is that Quincy's ancestors have actually done this kind of thing.
In the hearts of the secret parties, the credibility of the church has been completely exhausted time and time again in such incidents.
In order to stabilize them, Quincy sent his crony Pico to deliver the message again.
If they run away, call them back quickly.
Quincy stood on a wooden stake half a man's height, ignoring the dazzling sun, like a watch stone, waiting for Pico's figure.
"Captain Quincy, why don't you go first." Sissi walked out from the side holding up the pretentious feather fan, "Let's put these goods away and leave a team of armored sergeants and a few of my guards to guard them."< br>
Sweat oozed from Quincy's forehead: "Haha, if I don't go, how can I put you in danger?"
"How can this small amount of my goods be like the one to annihilate the secret party?" "What do you want to do if you don't advance but don't retreat? Is this how you treat the Lord Bishop with such an important task?" Bonade on the side said.
Grinning his teeth and glancing at Bernard, Quincy reluctantly showed a smile: "If you stay here, what will you do if you encounter robbers and bandits?"
"I'll just go with you. These rebels are just a mob. Can't you still take them?"
"But look, there are robbers and bandits everywhere now. If we leave, who will get these goods?" Come and watch?”
“A few trucks of goods are not worth mentioning to our Mercadi Chamber of Commerce.” Sissi covered her mouth with a feather fan, “Our Chamber of Commerce has always been committed to my Lord’s cause. "Shangxin, if it is for the purpose of annihilating the secret party, my hostess Catherine is absolutely willing to make up for your losses, which is 20% higher than the market price."
Damn, these goods can be sold at a 100% premium on the black market. Even 90%!
Quincy's face looked even worse.
"Are you afraid of the rebels? You know, you are flying under the banner of our Archbishop Barnifus." Bernard sneered.
Being blocked by Bonade and Sissi, Quincy's face gradually turned livid: "Well, swords have no eyes on the battlefield, so you two have to be careful."
"You Are you threatening me?" Bonade was furious, but Sissi held her arm.
Sissi raised her skirt elegantly: "Don't worry about it, Brother Bonade will protect me, right?"
"Of course." Bonade Holding his head high, "I will definitely report today's events to Bishop Barnifus."
Quincy, who was holding back his anger, ignored the two men, rushed into the serf soldiers, and began to fight unparalleled.
“Get up, you lazy dogs, you eggless things, get up and set off.”
The horse whip waved, bringing up the afterimages, and pulled out strips of flesh and blood. The serf soldiers Shit, urine, and blood and tears crawled up together, and stood up tremblingly.
With a sullen face, Quincy stood on the top of a carriage and shouted loudly: "Tisquet, you lead half of the armored sergeants to stay, untie the reins of the carriage, and the remaining people "Come with me to suppress the bandits."
He jumped off the carriage and looked up at the sky, which was about one and a half candles later than the scheduled time.
I silently prayed in my heart that those secret parties would have more patience and courage and not run away without seeing anyone.
If they have already run away, I hope Pico can move quickly to call them back or re-agree on the location.
Half of the team and a dozen serf soldiers were left behind, while the rest lined up and ran towards the small mud ditch.
The scorching sun was like fire, making everyone on foot sweat profusely, especially on such a muddy slope.
While complaining, the soldiers used weapons to drive away mosquitoes and flies. Mud, broken leaves, and fermented animal carcasses splashed all over the soldiers.
As the fence wall of Xiaonigou got closer and closer, Quincy's heart sank more and more. At this point, the expected ambush had not happened yet.
While he was anxious, he saw Pico, who had gone to inform the Gulag Monastery, sneaking out of the trees.
Pull Pico into the dark, Quincy asked in a low voice: "What's going on? Where are they? They haven't run away, right? They can come out now."
Meeting In response to Quincy's series of questions, Pico was sweating profusely and out of breath: "You, why did you move in advance?"
"Sissi's cousin did it, and I was also afraid They ran away, tell me what happened.”
"Oops." Pico slapped his thigh and stamped his feet repeatedly, "Why did they run away? They haven't come yet!"
"You, say it again?!"
Quincy thought that I was more than an hour late, which was already long enough.
But he never expected that those secret parties would be two hours late.
Isn’t it said that the secret party has a good sense of time?
"What should we do? We are about to pass the planned ambush site, and I can't order them to rest."
Quincy lowered his voice: "I suspect that Sissi and Bernard have discovered We have a deal with the secret party, but we can’t expose it, or can you inform them to change the ambush location?”
Pico smiled bitterly: “It’s too late, you still have the secret party, the time is too good. "
"Woooooooo-"
The horn sounded, accompanied by shouts and footsteps.
"The rebels were found! The rebels were found!"
(End of this chapter)