Chapter 308 Night in the Cave Forest
The crescent moon is like a hook, and the fine moonlight passes through the dense forest of the cave, peering at this small village located in the dense forest.
Tata Village is different from ordinary villages elsewhere. It is located on the outskirts of the dense forest of caves, with towering red pines and low houses scattered here and there.
The grey-green steep roofs blend into the red pine trees. In the dark, it is difficult to see the shape of Tata Village unless you light up a lamp.
Different from the peaceful villages of the past, today’s Tata Village is brightly lit.
Among the crowds of torches and oil lamps, donkey carts and horse-drawn carriages were slowly moving forward, wrapped in crowds.
Those who drive carts, those who hold lambs, those who carry boxes, those who carry silks, and those who carry sacks. With every step they take, a few shiny silver coins roll down from between the packages and disappear into the grass and shrubs.
Behind them in Tata Village, there was a faint stench of blood and corpses.
"You killed all the remaining people?" Grush's eyes widened, "Why? They helped us before, you..."
"Just kill them. "I don't know what their intentions are," Deford said casually while feeding the horse.
If I hadn't killed the Salvation Army monk decisively, I'm afraid they would have called the black dog to kill us. "
"How can you be so arbitrary? "Grush walked around to Deford and said, "They help us farm and sell goods. They have to work hard without any credit..."
"It's not like I didn't give them a chance! "Deford Bigrush got tired of asking, and slammed the fodder in his hand into the sink.
"I asked them - do you want to go with me, or do you want to stay? They chose to stay...then don't blame me! "
Grush was silent for a while, looking at the fat man in front of him, he was actually in a trance.
When he was captured by slave traders at the age of seven, Deford was still an honest and cheerful young man who often took them hunting.
When he escaped back at the age of seventeen, he couldn't even recognize the man with the sinister face at first sight.
He still can't understand how the honest and honest brother Deford turned into what he is now.
"Grush, I know you have feelings for them, but they are people from outside the forest. Only we old brothers in the cave can be trusted."
"I am outside After ten years of stay, he is now a member of the outside world..." Grush said numbly, looking at his neighbor and friend lying in a pool of blood.
When their fathers escaped from the dark caves, it was these forest people who accepted them.
But now, those people in the forest have either become their slaves or horses, or they have become robbers and bandits like them.
"If you want to blame, just blame the Salvation Army. If it weren't for them, why would we have escaped?" Deford pulled the reins and led the horse out of the stable.
Escape was a last resort for these bandits. Their outer sentries were either pulled down by the Cheka or the Black Hats.
If they don’t leave, the black hat army will stand in their faces.
Eight sentry posts, a total of eight sentry posts, and only two people escaped.
Thinking of the mysterious flute, Deford couldn't help but have a look of fear on his face.
Taking a deep breath and throwing away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Grush asked coldly: "What should I do next?"
"I'll ask someone to go to Jin. Hexiang has asked for help, and the Ibe knights from the south will definitely be willing to help." Deford gritted his teeth and said, "Since we are at odds, let's go out and rob Blackska from the trail. They were robbed, but they were harassed but not robbed, leaving them exhausted
We will accompany them to death in dense forests and caves. If you have the ability to drill caves like us.
They don’t have much food. Even if they can’t kill them, they can still be consumed.
Damn it, I just escaped from the cave twenty years ago, and now I’m escaping back again. "
Deford looked back at the bright moonlight, just wait, I will be back sooner or later!
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"Legion Commander, what's in that carriage covered with black cloth? With it, you walk like a snail."
"You just pull it when I ask you to. I asked Mian "It's a magical tool that I will use in the future."
Sending away the division captain who came to ask, Jourdan raised his head and looked at the black hats advancing on the ancient road of El.
Advance in five columns in accordance with the marching formation stipulated in the "War Monk Holy Code - Officers".
Two Holy Gun Masters are in front, two Holy Gun Masters are behind, and there are six Spear Masters in the middle.
After the Battle of Joan of Arc, due to the significant increase in the number of Holy Beloveds, the ratio of Holy Gunmen to Lancers increased from the original 1:4 to an astonishing 2:3.
According to the calculations of Horn, Jeshka and others, this ratio will continue for a long time before the bayonet is installed.
On both sides of the winding ancient road, apart from sparse bushes, there are rolling hills like waves. The relative height of these hills is no more than a hundred meters, and from time to time you can see exposed rock walls.
Between the rocky mountain walls covered with moss and lichen, the rest of the hills are filled with green pine, chestnut and poplar trees.
Looking at the gloomy sky, Jourdan took out his pocket watch. The pointer was already pointing to half past four.
This kind of precision mechanical pocket watch can only be produced by the Mechanical Palace Lathe on Qiumu Island.
So far, there are only more than twenty, all of which have been distributed to officers and bishops at all levels.
"Okay, there are still a few hundred steps to reach the camp, come on." Jourdan shouted to the war monks behind him.
"An hour ago you said there were only a few hundred steps left..."
These war monks murmured in their mouths and stepped up their pace, rushing to set up camp before it got completely dark.
After walking for another half an hour, they finally stopped, but they hadn't actually reached the campsite yet.
"What's going on?" Jourdan stood up from the horse and looked forward.
Jourdan waited for the commander of the Momli Army in front to arrive, and then he realized that the way was blocked by giant trees and large rocks.
"Did those bandits release it?" Jourdan asked Momri.
Momri blinked and said: "They should have put it there, but it will take a lot of effort to move it away."
"Then why not camp here first, and then move it when the light gets better tomorrow? Otherwise, the formation will be messed up and it will be a night battle, which will not be good for us," Jourdan advised.
"I sent people to search the area and found no trace of the bandits. They must have run away long ago." Murat, the leader of the North Knights, rode over just at this time.
“We have been walking for a day, let’s rest first.”
The three chief officers reached an agreement, and the war monks began to erect tents on the spot and began to cut down the surrounding shrubs and small trees. forest.
In the swaying night wind in the evening, tents and wisps of smoke rose in the forest glade.
The scouts and spies took dry food and canvas sleeping bags, dispersed, and set up hidden sentries around the camp.
The orderlies in the food shed stirred the cauldron and handed the sticky rice cracker porridge and salted fish to the war monks who were receiving the meal.
The black hat army is divided into divisions, that is, a group of fifty people come to open fire and cook.
According to the current menu set by Horn himself, each war monk has 3 pounds of staple food, 3 ounces of meat, and 1 ounce of vegetables every day.
Meat and vegetables, stew and cabbage soup during training, but when fighting outside, the meat and vegetables become salted fish and pickles.
But with this living standard of eating meat every day, the villagers can stay at home with hunger.
“Woooooooo——”
As soon as Zhu Erdan picked up the rice cracker porridge, a sharp horn sound came from under the black and gray night clouds.
The war monks stopped eating, stood up one after another, and looked in that direction.
After pouring the rice cracker porridge back into the pot, Jourdan threw away the wooden bowl, pulled out the armed sword from his waist, and ran towards a higher area of the camp.
Picking up the lookout, Jourdan saw a sentinel standing on the hillside in his field of vision surrounded by black shadows.
While blowing the horn, he waved the torch anxiously in this direction.
The torches were shaking, illuminating the leaping horses, and the neighing, war roars and horn sounds merged into one.
The fat man on the horse roared loudly, and with the speed of the horse rushing forward, the scimitar in his hand struck at the sentry's neck like a phantom.
The bright sword light flew past smoothly, a human head flew up, and red blood spurted out from the bloody neck.
The sentry's headless body rolled down the hillside, charging with the fat man.
Following the fat man, hundreds of bandits on horseback let out weird howls, crossed the hillside and corpses, and rushed straight towards the camp.
"Why are you blowing the trumpet so close? What do the sentinels on the periphery do to eat!"
Jourdan is a good-tempered person, but when he saw this scene, he still couldn't help but curse.
"Quick, assemble!"
(End of this chapter)