Chapter 94 Capture the camp? Seize the camp!
Compared with the almost vertical mountain walls of the Gaotai Mountains, the hills at the pass of Mount Il are much gentler.
This is only compared with the high mountains, it is still steep and difficult for pedestrians to climb.
Between the two hills, there is a long road sandwiched between several vegetable fields. There are wooden piles and bare grass on both sides of the long road.
The vegetation in the past has long been used by mercenaries to build camps and roadblocks.
At the end of the long road, there is a checkpoint made of spiked wooden stakes and log roadblocks, and there is a wall as high as a person behind the checkpoint.
On the hillsides on both sides, there is an arrow tower on each side.
But at this moment, there is only a sentry on the left arrow tower. He is leaning on the wooden pillar, moving his head little by little.
It wasn’t until the walking steps shook the pillars of the watchtower that he suddenly woke up.
He was startled and quickly poked his head out of the arrow tower. It was the group of mercenaries from the Bai Feng mercenary group, followed by four carriages.
The bulging carriage was covered with canvas and ropes, and a fragrant pickled pig leg was exposed half of its body.
The Bai Feng mercenary headed by him waved at him.
"The sun-goat disturbed your father's sweet dream."
Lying back comfortably, the mountain sentry who stayed behind continued to sleep.
Fifty Bai Feng mercenaries escorted four carriages, and soon walked to the checkpoint and slowed down.
There were densely packed spiked wooden stakes in front of the level, leaving only a two-person wide opening for entry and exit, and a log barricade was placed to block it.
"Yo yo yo, isn't this our Bai Feng mercenary?" A sleepy bald mercenary stood behind the roadblock and laughed jokingly, "You came here by mistake, this is our mountainous area The mercenary’s camp.”
“Hmph, it’s dirty, I think so.” The one-eyed Bai Feng mercenary in the lead cursed in plain dialect, “We found short hair on the mountain. The abandoned carriage needs to take a shortcut here and be sent to the two adults, Berard and Cleonte, and let the road go immediately."
The mountain mercenary did not speak, turned his head and looked. He glanced at the carriages and when he saw the big pig leg, his eyes lit up.
"Tsk, alas, we mountain mercenaries have always strictly abided by the rules. We can't let you pass if Lord Cleont is not here."
The leader of the Bai Feng mercenary group didn't say a word, turned around and left.
“Hey, hey, brother, I’m joking, I’m just asking for credit in the past, and others can’t take it away, so I want a pig’s leg, so no one can find it.” The mountain mercenary quickly stopped them .
“Want that pig leg?” After hesitating for a moment, Bai Feng mercenary captain asked.
“If you are willing to give me more, I don’t mind.”
Looking up at the sky, the Bai Feng mercenary captain sighed: “Okay, you can move the roadblock. , I’ll give it to you after I pass the door.”
"Tsk." The mountain mercenary rolled his eyes and tilted his neck behind him. The servants stepped forward and moved the roadblock with difficulty.
The wheels are rolling and the door is opening.
Following the fragrant pork leg, the bald mercenary followed step by step.
After taking two steps, he stopped: "That's not right, your car is full, why are the ruts so shallow?"
The mercenary captain stopped and said, Turned his head, raised the brim of his hat, opened his mouth, and blew out a small short whistle.
"Dududu——"
"No, no..."
An iron arrow shot out of the air and penetrated into the throat of the bald mercenary, killing his screams. It's stuck in the throat.
Jeshka retracted his short bow, took out his long sword, and cut off the head of the soldier leading the way with one sword stroke.
The "Bai Feng" soldiers immediately raised their spears and rushed toward the surrounding mountain mercenaries.
These mountain mercenaries are best at fighting in small groups and are very effective in suppressing mobs, but they are not very effective against the trained heavenly soldiers of the Papal Kingdom.
What's more, their small group has to face a large army of 80 companies.
Seven or eight spears were stabbed from all directions. No matter how fierce their street fight was, they would still be stabbed directly through the heart, lungs and abdomen.
A mountain mercenary wielded a scimitar and rushed towards several Papal Kingdom heavenly soldiers. Before he could get close, he stabbed them with two spears, one up and one down.
He stretched out his hand to block the top, and used a machete to scratch the bottom. When he raised his head, another spear stabbed him, leaving a bloody hole in his throat.
When the tip of the gun was retracted, red blood dripped down.
The sharp spear point rippled on the soft belly, and the screams and shouts of killing instantly filled the entire camp.
At the same time, the ropes on the canvas of the carriages slid like little snakes. The canvases on the four carriages were lifted, and thirty companies of black-clad men jumped out of the carriages holding daggers. Turn down.
Then the group of swingers fell to the ground. "As I said, the ground is slippery."
"Stop complaining and let's go!"
After standing up, they gathered in a group and rushed towards the gate. Mountain mercenaries or footmen who blocked the road along the way were directly hit with a sword in the head and never pursued. or entanglement.
The jumping swingers are like hundred-clawed insects with swords on their legs. After passing by, the ground is filled with wailing waiters, mountain mercenaries who were caught off guard, and black-clothed jumping swingers who ran too fast and slipped.
The footmen were all temporary residents nearby. They saw this momentum and immediately screamed and ran away.
The mountain mercenaries at the door yelled at the waiter to close the door, but no one listened to them, so they had to go and close it in person.
With a harsh creaking sound, the door slowly closed, and it was closed as soon as there was only one person's width left.
With a jump and a swing of his hands, he accelerated in three or two steps, directly stuffing his thighs into the gap between the two doors, and then squeezed half of his body along the gap between the doors.
More swingers reached out to grab the door panel from both sides and began to pull it outward.
The people inside immediately stabbed the people at the door with scimitars and spears. Amidst the sparks of collision between short swords and spears, the door was pulled back and forth.
"Your Excellency Jeanne!" shouted a swinger.
The electric light jumped suddenly, and after the white light passed, seven or eight mercenaries inside the door fell to the ground in an instant, and the door was opened by a pair of hands with mud stuck in their fingernails.
Like a Valkyrie, Jeanne, who was covered in electric light, rushed in holding a battle flag. She raised her hand and struck two dozen more soldiers with two lightning bolts. The mountain mercenaries inside the door finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to Scream and run away.
At the end of the road, bypassing the hills, more soldiers in black were lining up.
The footmen had long since given up on patching up the roadblocks, and either crawled into the hills or jumped into the streams.
The fierce sound finally woke up the sleeping old sentry in the watchtower. He stuck his head out from the railing and rubbed his eyes three or four times before he was sure.
Didn't these shorthairs run behind them? Why did it appear in front again?
Without any time to think, the old sentinel reached for the horn hanging nearby.
Maybe I was too nervous, so I just took the horn in my hand. My fingers loosened and flicked, and I accidentally dropped it to the ground.
He bent down to pick up the horn, and was lucky that it didn't fall downstairs. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a short flail hitting him head on.
The moment the flail touched his forehead, his eyes turned white, and all kinds of patterns and colors appeared.
Du Valon turned over and jumped into the watchtower, and stepped on the old sentry's belly. He took off the dagger in his mouth, panted violently, and inserted the dagger directly into the sentry's chest.
The severe pain made the old sentinel's face turn ferocious. He woke up and reached out to push Du Vallon's shoulder.
Due to the obstruction of his clothes, Du Valon gritted his teeth and tried hard, but the knife was unable to cut through his chest smoothly. The veteran actually knocked him over with his knee.
The veteran screamed in pain and stood up on his knees, pulled out the dagger, and was about to stab Du Valon when a dagger stretched out from his throat.
“Next time, wipe your neck.” René tore off the veteran’s clothes and stabbed twice in the back of the heart before telling Duvallon.
René tied the red cloth to the branch and shook it downward.
The battle in front of the camp has basically come to an end.
Seeing that the gate was captured and the witch joined the battle, the mountain mercenaries immediately gave up on everything and hid among the servants to escape.
Groups of black-clad soldiers rushed in from the intersection, chopped off the spiked wooden stakes on the ground with axes, and let the old, weak, women, children and carriages from the rear enter.
There are only fifty people guarding the camp, but the Papal Kingdom’s heavenly soldiers have eighty people, and there are backups, and they still attack by surprise.
Despite their clumsiness, they captured the camp.
When Horn arrived with the old, weak, women and children, Madeleine ran over to report: "Your Majesty, it's time to report. They still have a lot of food, grass, medicinal materials, armor, and food in the camp. Horses."
"You can bring leather armor, conical helmets, etc. The rest of the armor is too heavy, so don't take it," Horn told Madelan while directing the convoy to pass quickly, "Horses and helmets. Get all the medicinal materials."
"Why not wear armor?"
"It's too heavy, and not many people can wear it. We will march at night with light armor. You must arrive at Xiangshu Village before. ”
After finding a big rock, Horn shouted loudly: "Throw away irrelevant things, throw them away, you must throw them away, if you don't throw them away, there will be no bright future in the future."
The vast number of citizens of the Papal States They gritted their teeth, carried their burdens, and moved forward on the muddy ground almost at a trot.
"All old and weak women and children get on the carriage. Throw away everything that is not important. Don't feel pity." Horn picked up the woman who was picking up lamp oil on the ground and pushed her into the marching queue. "Wait for the special ones. After the walking competition, your gain will definitely be greater than your loss. If it is less, come to me, Horn, and I, Horn, will make up for you.”
After seizing the camp, there was no time to rest, and the entire Papal State was in a state of chaos. Turned in mightily.
Their location is still 362 miles away from Fort Joan of Arc.
(End of this chapter)