Chapter 97 Humph, want to escape?
Under the more than 20-meter-long Wandou Bridge, the river flows quietly under the moonlight.
There is also a bridgehead erected at the head of the wooden bridge. There is a checkpoint about three meters high at both ends of the bridge. There is also a specially dug shallow trench in front of the checkpoint.
In the gap between the horses, spiked wooden posts and trenches, hundreds of refugees who were blocked in front of the checkpoint were sleeping on the ground, shivering all over in the cool autumn breeze.
Two flags with the word "屮" representing the church were flying on the wall. Seven or eight soldiers who were keeping watch at night leaned their heads against the wall and chatted with each other.
Suddenly, a dozing soldier's ears moved. He stood up against the wall and put his ears into the wind.
“Hey, wake up, wake up, there is the sound of horse hooves.”
The torch was raised on the wall, and the refugees under the wall raised their heads blankly, wanting to see the soldiers again. What are you doing?
However, some experienced refugees immediately put their ears to the ground and stood up immediately to avoid the roads as long as they were close to the main road.
The regular sound of horse hooves shook the needle-shaped leaves of the fir trees beside the road slightly.
From the small slope at the end of the road, a tall knight wearing a beak-shaped helmet led eight cavalrymen wearing only breastplates and rushed towards the bridgehead.
As expected, any refugee who blocked the road or approached was whipped with a horse whip.
The sound of howling ghosts and wolves woke up the refugees who were sleeping on the ground.
They stood up like zombies resurrected, standing blankly in the moonlight, looking at the arriving cavalry.
When the knight came to the trench, he did not speak, but was approached by a servant: "We are the team of Knight Barnett of Hedge Country, under the orders of Brother Argan, the abbot of Cid Abbey, Convey urgent military information and open the door immediately.”
The autumn wind blew the torch back and forth, and the middle-aged monk in black panted and climbed up the stairs to the top of the wall.
More militiamen, mostly night guards, climbed onto the city wall.
"It's late at night. We are blocking the short hair. Tomorrow..." Before the militia captain finished speaking, he saw a short arrow pierce the wall, scaring his neck. shrink.
"Urgent military situation, urgent military situation, do you know what emergency is?" The cavalry attendant shouted at them, "We are delayed, will you suffer and be punished for us?"
Several militia captains Looking at each other.
The tall knight shook his reins and stepped forward. His voice was that of a young boy, and he sounded young.
“Everyone, I know that you are all devout believers and loyal soldiers, but there is indeed important military information now. Do you have any monks or literate people? I have the customs clearance document from Dean Argan. .
As for the short hair, don’t worry, Berard and Mr. Cleonte have already blocked the short hair in Xiangshu Village, and you will be able to see it tomorrow morning.”
"Shorthair caught?"
"Great, finally caught."
Not only the soldiers on the wall, but also the refugees under the wall were excited. If they stayed here for another three to five days, they would really starve to death.
Soon, a night guard was put down in the hanging basket. He trotted over, nodded and bowed and walked to the knight's horse.
He didn't even dare to look up. Most of these knights who could grow so tall at such a young age came from noble families, and were different from the first generation of knights with mud-legs.
The young knight didn't say anything. He took a volume of letters from his waist and threw it to the night guard.
The night watch guard took the document, ran back quickly, and handed it to the monk on the wall.
"Master Monk, how are you?"
Several militia captains gathered around the only monk.
"...well...quick, immediate, orderly, decisive, and all-out support...a sense of unshirkable responsibility, a sense of urgency that time has not waited for us, a sense of crisis that does not advance or retreat..."
By the light of the torch, the monk read intermittently.
After a while, he slapped the document with the back of his hand: "It is indeed Dean Argon's handwriting. Look, the seals are all clear."
"Master Monk, why is this signature a wavy line?"
"What do you know? This is Alvin's signature, that's it. Well, it may be a bit random, but Dean Algon is old after all. Please be considerate."
A militia captain nodded and shouted down: "Move the barricade and let the knight in."
Several servants were arrested. Sen came forward, struggled to hold the sides of the barricade, and moved the barricade away. After the cavalry entered, he struggled to move it back.
After all, there are refugees outside. Let them in and disturb the knight. Is that okay?
The nine knights lined up in a long queue and walked in slowly one by one to the door.
Seeing that the door was about to open, the monk suddenly stuck his head out from the wall: "Wait a minute..."
The grumpy attendant who had shouted before raised his head impatiently: "What's wrong? "
"Is this really written by Brother Argan?"
"Of course, what's the problem?" The attendant's final voice was a little out of tune.
"Oh, Mr. Argan has made progress in grammar at such an age. I can't find any mistakes in the whole text. I didn't expect that Mr. Argon still has such energy and perseverance at such an age. I'm really ashamed."< br>
Seeing the confused expression on the attendant's face, the monk shook his head secretly. What kind of grammar do these rough guys know? Are they not ogling a blind man?
“Let it go.” The young monk shouted to the militia captain guarding the city.
"Master Monk, why don't we check again? Didn't we say before that those short-haired people would make up to look like people from the White Maple Mercenary Group?"
The monk walked up to the militia captain. , grabbed his ear: "Look carefully, are they disguised as members of the Bai Feng mercenary group?
Cleonte and Berard did go to Xiangshu Village to block Short Hair, and they had only sent people to notify them before.
Also, those short-haired people are all farmers, who can grow so tall? And how do you explain this document?
The accent of the knight is that of an aristocrat, and the tongue-licking and legato sounds are something that peasants cannot pronounce. "Open the door and let us go." ”
The winch is connected to the chain, and the friction sound is so harsh in the quiet night sky.
The heavy oak door was slowly lifted, and the monk and the militia captains stood at the door to greet the distinguished guests.
"Welcome..."
Before the monk finished speaking, he saw the cavalry in front lined up, holding buckets in their hands, staring at them coldly.
"Crash-"
The cavalry poured the cold stream water directly all over their bodies.
The monk jumped away in time, only getting a little stain on his shoes, while the rest of the militia captains were completely soaked.
Even if he tried to please these knights again, the monk couldn't help but become furious.
"You..."
White light, as bright as daylight, filled the monk's eyes.
Countless electric snakes crawled along the stream and into the howling mouths of the militia captains at the door. The smell of meat and burnt meat came at the same time.
In the doorway, these militiamen were trembling, their limbs twisted unnaturally, as if they were dancing.
The lightning dissipated, and corpses fell to the ground, lying on the ground, still trembling occasionally.
Behind the leading knight, a girl held a battle flag, with lightning still flashing on her golden hair.
The leading knight took off his mask and stared at the monk with his red eyes.
Behind the knight, thirty or forty soldiers in black clothes with short swords suddenly appeared among the refugees. Their arrows drew arcs in the air, shooting down the footmen one by one.
The fifty small command companies immediately climbed over the ditch, overturned the roadblocks, and rushed towards the door.
"He is going to give the order to release the city gate." Carrie shouted behind her, "The winch is on the upper left side of the city gate."
There was a sound like a ballista firing, and a specially made short The spear came fiercely with a scream that broke through the air, passed over the wooden wall, and disappeared.
"Horn, you Japanese goat shot crookedly." Carrie shouted behind her as she anxiously smashed the heads of the rushing night guards with her war hammer.
Two seconds later, there was another sound of breaking through the air, and the short spear finally penetrated into the wooden wall with the help of Jeshka.
After the clearly audible howl, bright red blood flowed from inside the wall to outside the wall along the shaft of the short spear.
“It’s a witch, it’s a witch, run quickly.”
“Huh, you want to escape?”
Jeanne urged the horse, and the battle flag turned into a long sword. , slashed across the night guard's head and cut it off directly.
Her riding skills seem to be self-taught. She has been riding a horse for more than ten days from the beginning to now, and she can actually charge back and forth in front of the door.
As for Carrie, she also had good riding skills. A long-handled crow's peck warhammer used by infantry was actually turned into a one-handed weapon by her.
In less than a minute, the two saints killed less than 10% of the dozens of night guards in front of the door.
At this time, under the leadership of Horn, the soldiers in black from the four divisions arrived belatedly.
The soldiers in black poured into the doorway like black mist. They no longer even formed an array, but all rushed in with their spears in hand.
Seeing the arrival of the short-haired reinforcements, the morale of the remaining night watch guards collapsed and they fled madly. The ground was full of people running away, and some even jumped into the river in a panic.
When the moon touched the top of the mountain, the citizens of the Papal States were already tiredly following the carriage and passing through the wooden bridge one by one.
The moonlight in the river was dyed a bit red.
The wounded soldiers screamed miserably as black-clad soldiers stabbed their throats and stabbed them. Their bodies were pushed to the roadside and laid out.
The tied monk was forced to kneel aside, waiting for Horn's arrival with an unhappy face.
"What? Are you not convinced?"
"You bunch of rebels will be turned into powder as soon as the Holy Knights of the Church arrive!"
"Humor." Horn laughed and continued to move forward.
"Wait, who wrote that document, who betrayed my lord? At least let me know clearly."
"I wrote it."
"Did you write it? Impossible, with that level of grammar, how do you know the format of church documents... Is that a priest?! You, you, face me, traitor!"
"I didn't, I wasn't, you got the wrong person." Bonade, who was hiding on the edge and trying to escape, immediately tried to hide behind Hakuto.
“What about the seal?” Turning his head, the monk still asked Horn unwillingly.
Horn took out a white radish and waved it in front of his eyes.
After taking a bite of crisp radish, Horn waved his hand, and several soldiers pushed the monk, whose hands and feet were tied, into the river.
Slowly moving forward, standing at the end of the bridge, Horn looked towards the east, where a fish-belly white dawn loomed on the skyline.
(End of this chapter)