Chapter 91 Cleonte, you rat!


Chapter 91 Cleonte, you rat!

Autumn rain seems to have grown a layer of fine rain velvet on the round-brimmed helmet. The rainwater turns into a stream and falls from the brim of the hat.

This kind of hat is a relatively popular style among mercenaries, and is used by many old mercenaries.

It is so popular because it can block both sun and rain. The only disadvantage is that it will fry your head in the summer.

Clement Station led hundreds of mountain infantrymen in various costumes slowly forward in the long and narrow mountain road.

Although Argon asked Cleonte and Berard to take half each to the Rosewood Pass and the Ile Pass, they did not comply.

After all, it is a dual command system. Both Cleonte and Berard have experienced hundreds of battles and have seen a lot. Of course, they will not accompany Argan Hu.

War must still follow the basic rules of war. Of course, Argan's opinion is also very important.

So, the two commanders each sent fifty people to guard Rosewood Pass.

The remaining people set up two lines of defense at the Il Pass to defend to the death.

In fact, Cleonte understood Argan's thoughts quite well. After all, he was old, had seniority, and had no hope of promotion. It made no difference whether he was good or bad, so he would naturally fail.

Clement is different. He must capture Horn and get Barneyforth's reward of 100 gold pounds.

He owes Sanda, the royal agent of the Kingdom of Leia, 120 gold pounds. Although he is still short of 20 gold pounds, at least it can solve his urgent need.

So he didn't understand Berard's mentality very much.

How old are you? You are also a relative of the captain of the imperial company. You have a bright future and many opportunities to make meritorious deeds. Why bother to compete with me, an old-timer?

On the surface, he is pretentious, but on the inside, he is still greedy for money and has a good reputation.

The first rain after autumn cannot extinguish Cleonte’s anxious heart.

The soldiers behind them were lazy and lazy, but they were from mountain counties, so their feet were stable on such slippery land.

The raindrops drifted diagonally on them, making them appear looming.

When will these short-haired thieves come?

Cleonte was still thinking when he turned a hillside and immediately saw tents and huts standing on the flat ground in the valley.

The tents stood there crookedly, and the recently extinguished bonfires were making popping sounds of water vapor in the rain.

Short-haired thief!

Kleonte almost shouted. As soon as he waved, the one hundred and fifty mountain infantry behind him immediately followed him and surrounded the camp.

When Cleonte approached, he felt something was wrong again, why was the camp so quiet.

He has done this kind of job of suppressing bandits many times. This kind of mob should always be noisy.

Could it be an ambush?

Impossible, those stupid country bumpkins can't think of this kind of strategy, even if they can think of it, they can't do it.

The technical content of the ambush tactic is actually quite high.

He led a group of people closer and fired a few more arrows inside. Still no one was found, so Cleonte led the people and rushed in.

As we walked on the road between the tents, the rainwater flowed freely on the ground, and the flags hung on the tents in the camp were sticky on the flagpoles.

“Judging from the flag, it is indeed the short-haired thieves.” Cleonte looked around, but all the tents were empty.

There is really no one in this camp.

Those short-haired thieves had left before he arrived?

“Not good!”

As if lightning struck his brain, Cleonte broke into a cold sweat.

He and Berard formed two lines of defense, not one for you and one for me, but two lines of defense each.

Based on the relationship between these two people, they even have different patrol time and roads.

There is an abandoned camp here where the short-haired thieves left in a hurry. No one was there, and I didn't see it.

Then, either Berard blocked him and caught him in advance, or he ran away due to time lag.

It happened to be raining today and all traces were washed away.

"Sun Goat, I knew that fake knight who deserves to go to hell will do bad things."

Without any time to explain, Cleonte directly ordered everyone to run back and chase the short-haired thief. Be sure not to let the short hair escape, let alone let the short hair fall into Berard's hands.

Regrouping into a small team, Cleonte led the soldiers and ran down the mountain without noticing that the bushes on the mountain wall were shaking unnaturally.

The sky was overcast and the drizzle was falling softly. The rain hitting their brimmed helmets made a crisp sound.

The water splashed up, reflecting the surrounding rocks into a blur of gray. Halfway through the journey, I turned around a mountain road and met Berard coming down another mountain road.

The two of them bumped into each other here, so naturally they didn’t look good.

"Clement, why are you going back?"

"The patrol is over, the rain is so heavy, I will go back to take shelter."

"Oh, it turns out that our Mr. Cleonte is afraid of even a little rain. If he goes to the battlefield, the rain of arrows will be much more terrifying than the rain. What should we do?"

"This is it. Don't worry about it." Cleonte coughed, "Mr. Berard, you look so confident that you can definitely find the short-haired thief."

"You don't need to tell me. , Just like you have to hide every time it rains, this short-haired thief deserved to be caught by me."

Great, the short-haired thief didn't fall into Berard's hands, he just ran away. .

“Hmph.” Cleonte snorted coldly without refuting. After learning that Berard had not found Horn, he was extremely anxious at the moment.

Without waiting for much communication with Berard, he led his troops and ran towards the mountain pass.

You know, after leaving the Il Pass, if the shorthairs want to escape again, there are many directions.

Although they have set up roadblocks on all key roads and bridges, who knows what little corners they have?

“Rat.” Looking at Cleonte’s leaving figure, Berard snorted coldly, “Let’s go and take a look at this mountain road. That old guy has been patrolling. I don’t trust him. "

Although Cleonte is an old mercenary manager, Berard comes from a family of imperial knights. They are professional mercenaries, but they are much more professional than the old guy Cleonte.

However, compared to those mountain soldiers, Berard's Bai Feng mercenary group was mostly soldiers recruited from the Golden Plains.

They were a little uncomfortable on this slippery and muddy mountainous terrain.

The mercenaries took every step very heavily and steadily, but they still slipped from time to time.

Among the many squad captains in Berard, only the old mercenary Hakuto is slightly better.

Walking through this mountain road in silence, just when Berard felt that he had gained nothing and was about to return, a flash of black in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

"Captain, look, what is that?"

Berard looked in the direction of his finger and saw a camp standing beside the road in the mountain valley.

The flying Holy Grail flag in the camp undoubtedly proved their identity.

"Quick, surround them quickly, we must not let them escape." Berard's breathing became rapid. That flag was a short-haired thief, it must be a short-haired thief.

"Captain." Hakuto looked over for a few times and said tactfully, "There should be no one in the camp. If there is anyone, it shouldn't be like this."

Berard frowned and winked, and several gray-clothed scouts hunched over to explore the camp.

Two minutes later, they waved the flag from the entrance of the camp openly.

Berard brought more than 200 people closer, only to see that the camp was empty.

"Lord Berard, we have searched." The gray-clothed scout looked solemn, "Judging from the flags and features, this is indeed a short-haired camp."

" What about them? ”

"I don't know." The gray-clothed scout approached Berard, "Sir, I have to tell you that this camp has been searched before."

Berard was stunned for a moment, then The red temperature increased at a speed visible to the naked eye: "Kleonte! Rat! Rat!"

Kicking over a tent, Berard walked outside, the rain followed the lines of his armor. slide.

"Everyone turned around. The short-haired thief was let go by that rat Cleonte. They all chased after me!" Berard growled through gritted teeth.

"Captain, Captain." The Hakuto from before stepped forward again and held Berard's arm. "It doesn't feel right. Even though our patrols are not connected to each other, there won't be any traces." None, there are more than a thousand of them.”

"Then what do you think we should do?" Berard impatiently shook off Hakuto's hand.

Hakuto pondered for two seconds: "First send people to follow Cleonte, and then send out scouts to explore the surroundings."

"Okay, you take fifty people with you. , explore around here."

Beirard shouted directly to the other team captains before Hakuto could say anything else.

"The rest of you, follow me."

ps There will be another chapter soon

 

 

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