Chapter 310 Cave in the Cave Forest
“Are all the prisoners of war under custody?”
“They are all under custody.”
“What are the casualties.” Splitting in the jungle Moving forward after cutting the bushes, Jourdan asked the division captains in a deep voice.
“Twenty-nine people were slightly injured and 1 was seriously injured.” The captain of the accompanying medical corps immediately reported, “They have all been properly accommodated.”
"Who is the seriously injured person? What's going on?" Jourdan asked in a deep voice.
"He is the division captain of the 3rd Black Hat Regiment, the 3rd Lancer Division. He accidentally slipped from the side of the slope during the fight and hit his head on the rock."
"Both. How many times have I said, wear a helmet, don't be too lazy to wear it just because it's too heavy or too hot?" Jourdan frowned, "Find a veteran brigade commander with the rank of general to take over."
Finished this topic. , Jourdan asked the sentry again: "Why didn't the outer sentry report?"
"Legion Commander, we really didn't notice it. They seemed to be invisible and appeared directly from behind us... …”
"Don't quibble, are you lazy? Are you taking a nap? Otherwise, where did they come from?"
After arranging most of the matters, Jourdan took two spearmen and two holy guns. The division began to pursue.
However, even in the middle of the pursuit, a review is still necessary.
This is the system set by Horn. After a battle of any size, a review must be carried out immediately.
This is the supervision task assigned by Horn to the military judges. When enough talents are trained in the future, they will also need to submit battle documents to compile the war history.
"Setis, is there something wrong with your vigilance this time?"
"Yes, there is something wrong with my vigilance." As the captain of the sentry brigade, Setis can only admit that he is unlucky. Standing aside with his head hanging.
Here Jourdan was still interrogating the peripheral sentry about the specific dereliction of duty, when a cavalryman from the front ran over panting.
"Your Excellency, Legion Commander..."
"What's wrong?"
The messenger cavalry came to Jourdan's ear and whispered a few words. Jourdan was stunned: "You go and pull the black box carriage over first, and I will go and take a look in front."
Standing in the forest In front of the open space, North knights wearing three-quarter armor comforted the braying donkeys.
Mura stood among the bushes, facing the black-hatted soldiers who were neatly emerging from the woods. He forced out a polite smile and hid the fear in his heart.
He finally understood how these soldiers defeated the Order Company.
Infantry that can run and countercharge in a neat phalanx of spears is an absolute hot commodity even in the imperial mercenary market.
Murat had heard from the old black hat soldiers that when they first started, they tied ropes around their waists to charge in unison.
Seeing their posture, Murat really found it difficult to associate them with that funny look.
Probably just joking.
Pulling his gaze back again and looking at the Black Hat Army so close at hand, Murat let out a long sigh.
You have to work harder, otherwise these civilians will compete with them.
But I heard that they all have holy orders, so they can barely be regarded as religious nobles, right?
With the soldiers advancing in column behind him, Jourdain pushed up the brim of his brimmed helmet and gave a simple military salute to several North Mountain knights.
"Did Mr. Murat pursue them?" Jourdan asked politely toward Murat.
The word "sir" is mostly used by knights, low-level barons and wealthy businessmen. It is often used indiscriminately among civilians, and a beating is indispensable.
However, in the Kush Territory, after Horn came to power, all restrictions were lifted.
Everyone is called "Jiao Lao" internally, externally "Mr.", calls superiors "Sir", and subordinates are called positions.
With a wry smile, Murat stepped aside, exposing the exposed rock wall behind him to everyone's sight.
On the pale gray stone wall covered with moss, there is a dark hole.
There were a lot of vines and cobwebs hanging down from the original doorway, which were burned and cut by Murat, and a strange stench was oozing out of them.
Jourdan suddenly realized that no wonder the sentries on the outside didn't notice that they had come through the tunnel.
"We tried to let two hunting dogs in, but there seemed to be a strange smell here, and the hunting dogs quickly lost their way." Murat led Jourdain to the entrance of the cave and pinched his nose.
"This smell has little effect on people, but this cave is more complicated than a maze. We have lost two people."
I put my head into the hole and took a breath. , a smell as if the onions made from the defense rushed straight to his forehead, sour, bitter, and salty, and almost made Jourdan choke.
Covering his nose, Jourdan coughed and retched: "They can endure running out of the cave. They can really endure it."
"I guess they are used to running." Miao La frowned and glanced at the sky, "Otherwise, we can wait until daytime tomorrow to find it. It's too dark at night."
"No need." Jourdan laughed, "My Majesty, I have considered everything."
Mura blinked and did not understand what Jourdan meant, but Jourdan ignored it and continued to review the discussion with his subordinates.
Not long after, the sound of horses' "creeping" woke up Murat who was about to fall asleep.
Jourdan waved, and two heavy carriages were transported to the mountain wall with the painful groaning of the axles.
“What is this?”
Jourdan smiled, walked to the carriage, and pulled off the black cloth with all his strength. The people around him suddenly took a breath.
The North knights were so shocked that they immediately clenched their weapons and jumped up, staring closely at the creatures in the cage.
"Don't worry, their poison sacs have been drained out, and their feet are still restrained." With this in his mouth, Jourdan himself did not dare to get too close.
Three jumping spiders and a bull spider were seen again, and began to struggle violently in the cage. Listening to the sour wood fiber breaking sound, Murat's expression changed.
Are you, the Salvation Army, so brave?
"Ahem, cough, cough." Jourdan coughed twice quickly, "Who is that? Hurry and stuff these big guys into the cave."
"Will they help us track those bandits?" Murat asked in disbelief.
"They can't tell the difference between humans. They have been abused by us here, so they naturally want revenge on 'humans'." The nature priest who knocked on the cage said with a smile. "Then if we let them run away..."
"It doesn't matter. These giant spiders must eat a kind of mushroom, which is not found in the cave forest. If we let them run away, they will starve to death. .”
After the carriage was transported to the entrance of the cave, several nature priests stood aside holding keel flutes, ready to go.
A sentry with nimble hands and feet used a long stick to poke open the cage, and then immediately scurried behind the rock.
"Zizzizi——"
Several giant spiders immediately jumped out of the cage, turned around, and made angry and intrusive hisses at them.
Although Jourdain still looked confident, Murat and the other North knights still felt terrified.
A melodious flute sound sounded, and the original hissing sound suddenly stopped.
Mura and the other North knights watched in surprise as the giant spiders ran quickly towards the depths of the cave as if they had been hit hard by something.
"Everyone, stuff your noses with cotton cloth and follow us."
Amidst the sound of the flute, a nature priest snapped his fingers, and the places where the giant spider walked immediately lit up one after another.
The glowstone powder sprinkled from the back of the giant spider hangs on the cave wall and ground, emitting a faint light.
"Let's go." Jourdan took the lead, raised the torch and walked into the cave along the glowstone powder.
Following the others forward, Laurent was stunned when he looked down at the road.
A crystalline ore turned black under the glowstone powder, as if it was dyed black by ink.
"Saint young general Laurent, what are you dawdling about?"
"Coming, coming." Ignoring this strange scene, Laurent quickly followed.
.........
In the dark cave forest, the night is almost like a thick fog, covering everything.
The bandits, each with their wounds wrapped up, leaned against the wall and sat on the ground in a daze.
Sitting in their small house, Grush and Deford sat across from each other, looking at each other in silence.
They led nearly two hundred horse bandits to launch a night attack on the unsuspecting black hat army.
The final result was that hundreds of horses were lost and only about 60 people returned safely.
Back at the village, after counting the number of people, there was only silence between the two of them.
In the awkward silence, the door of the hut was opened again. The two of them raised their heads expectantly, only to see Blackska sitting down silently with blood on her face.
The silence of two people turned into the silence of three people.
"Brother Blackska, how are you doing there?"
"They were too fast." He poured a large mouthful of potato root wine into his mouth, numbing his nerves. "I didn't even have time to plunder. I was ambushed as soon as I came out of the forest... What about you?"
"I confessed to more than a hundred people and ran back." Deford said frustratedly.
Different from the tense and tense atmosphere before the war when they disliked each other, the cabin now fell into a failed but friendly atmosphere.
The three of them thought it was a war, but it turned out to be a decisive battle. They forcibly gathered the villagers and pulled out more than 600 bandits and beat them until there were only about a hundred people left.
At the current speed of the Black Hat Army's advance, even if they have difficulty catching up from the cave, it will only take three to five days to advance to the vicinity.
They were able to traverse the mountains and plains for such a long time because of three unique skills: intelligence, caves, and cavalry to fight serfs.
In the mountains and forests, the knights cannot perform their best, and the serfs and armed peasant infantry are too weak. This is why this group of bandits has been able to escape so far.
But the Salvation Army first organized the people into households, dug up the roots of the bandits, and then had heavy infantry comparable to the servants of the country.
Now the only thing they can rely on is the cave, but if they really want to live in the cave again... he has long since lost his tolerance.
According to the current trends of the Salvation Army, they are preparing to reopen this ancient Ayr Road.
From now on, bandits in caves and dense forests will probably become a thing of the past.
The three of them seemed to be looking at me and me at you, as if all the hostility had been washed away, and their eyes became clear.
Finally honest, Grush sighed.
"I still have some savings for travel expenses, and I am going to go to Norn to work as a mercenary. I happen to have a few friends there. What do you say?"
"I am going to Flan. Become a manager in the black market," Blakeska said with emotion, "The bandit business won't last long."
Previously, they hated each other because of their fierce career, but now that the hozens were separated, he felt a little bit reluctant to let go.
Deford suppressed his blush. He was the one who couldn't accept it the most, but his blush didn't last long before he turned livid again.
"I'm going to Jinhe Township." Deford gritted his teeth and said, "These Salvation Army soldiers won't survive for a few days. I will come back then."
Blacska and Ge Roush looked at each other and said, "I hope so."
Deford was about to speak to save the two of them, but was interrupted by a noise outside the house.
Standing up and walking to the door, Deford shouted at the bandits outside: "What's the fuss about? The Salvation Army is coming?"
Before he finished speaking, a piece of wood flew past Deford's eyes.
Deford's pupils slowly dilated.
He turned his head in horror, only to see the thick wooden door of the cottage explode into pieces.
A group of knights wearing heavy armor rushed in from behind the door like the wind, slashing left and right with the long swords in their hands.
The sharp sword cut through the clothes and soft flesh, and the bandit guarding the gate screamed and fell to the ground holding his chest and abdomen covered with blood.
"It's the Salvation Army, run!"
Pinzi, villagers and bandits swished past, and Deford stood by the door of the hut, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
How could they come to your door so quickly?
Where are the outposts? Why is there no sound at all? !
(End of this chapter)