The time goes back to yesterday afternoon.
Hate returned from hunting and decided to go to the southern manor of Bielten to grab one last piece before leaving Tarburg. Several extremely bored officers immediately agreed with Art's decision, and a more insidious trick was planned by a few people amid the chatter.
Yesterday afternoon, twelve fully armed elite soldiers in Tal Fort, led by Art himself, rushed along the hunter's trail towards the southern manor.
Before it got dark, thirteen shadows appeared on the edge of the mountain behind the southern manor.
After waiting quietly in the cold darkness for most of the night, the two guards on guard duty on the wall of the manor finally couldn't hold on any longer and huddled up behind the crenels wrapped in winter clothes and fur jackets in the howling cold wind and fell asleep. After confirming that the guard on guard duty on the wall was asleep, Art led a dozen soldiers to the base of the manor's wall.
Since the southern manor was threatened by bandits in the mountains, Mr. Charles continued to reinforce and heighten the manor wall. This wall is nearly thirty feet high. There are barb-like sharpened wooden stakes protruding from the top of the wall. It is difficult for ladders and wall-climbing hooks to set up on the wall, and it is even more difficult for enemies to climb through the barbs.
Since wooden ladders and wall-climbing hooks and ropes were not in use, Art and his party simply did not prepare these things. What they prepared were a few sets of tattered refugee clothes.
Before dawn, thirteen people approached the gate of the manor. In a whisper, the figures of eleven people disappeared into the thick snow on both sides of the gate.
Just after daybreak, there was a rooster crow, and two guys in tattered clothes took a big gulp of strong ale and then fell straight in the snow motionless...
Shortly after the two guys in rags fell down, several frightened calls rang out from the wall.
After the two of them muttered on the wall for a long time, Credo, the combat team leader of the fourth team, who was lying in the snow and almost stiff from the cold, heard a clanking sound coming down the stairs.
This is not the first time that Credo has done something like this. As early as a few months ago, when he turned against the enemy at the enemy outpost, he had pretended to be a drunken enemy sentry lying on the ground to deceive the Swabian baggage convoy.
This time Creedo repeated his familiar tricks. Together with Art, he "ambushed" eleven soldiers on both sides of the village gate with snow and cleared away the footprints. Creedo took the strong drink from Art's hand, took a big gulp, then pulled out a short knife and held it in his hand. He followed Art and fell into the snowdrift at the entrance of the village.
At the gate of the manor, the fat guard led the thin guard into the door opening. He looked around the door again through the gap in the gate. After confirming that there was no one else, the fat guard directed the thin guard to slowly remove the heavy door bars, opened a one-foot-wide gap, and stretched his head out to look around. There was nothing unusual outside the door except that the snow was thicker and a few dung piles were higher.
"It's snowing really hard!" The fat guard pushed open the village door with all his strength. The snow outside the door almost reached his calf.
“Let’s go, drag him away quickly.” The thin guard pushed the fat man and stepped into the snow.
Fat and thin walked three or five steps out of the village gate, and came to two "road corpses" of refugees lying motionless in the snow. The thin man lightly kicked the corpses and cursed: "You bastards, you don't even know how to pick a place to die. You have to trouble the old man and I will bury your bodies for you. These two poor ghosts are really not good things."
"Okay, let's get to work. After a while, the master saw us and scolded us for being lazy and letting strangers approach the manor." The fat guard said, bending down and picking a thinner one to drag away.
But as soon as he grabbed the "corpse", the fat guard felt something was wrong, "Hey~ It seems to be still soft~ It's quite warm~ isn't it~"
Before the inference could be said, a single-edged short knife had already stabbed from under the "corpse". The fat guard suppressed his words with the painful and surprised expression on his face. He looked at the "corpse" under him with eyes as big as cowbells. The fat guard I couldn't believe that I had been stabbed into my heart by a sharp blade~
Beside me, the thin guard was also tightly pressed by the sudden "corpse", covering his mouth, and blood was pouring out from his neck.
"Stop it, take action!" Art said softly to Credo who was still stabbing him a second time and a third time.
Creedo pulled out his short sword and inserted it into the scabbard at his waist. He ran to the village gate and kicked open a snowdrift, revealing Colin who was covered with wheat straw below - "Colin! Take action!"
Colin turned over and jumped up from the snowdrift, picked up the sword and shield that were under him and threw them to Credo, and then rushed through the gate of the manor.
The dozen or so "dung grass" snowdrifts on different highlands on both sides of the village gate suddenly turned into a dozen black-robed soldiers wearing light armor and iron helmets and holding sharp round shields who rushed into the village gate.
Next to him was a Persian maid with plump breasts, fat buttocks and a graceful figure. This Persian maid he had spent a large sum of money to buy from a southern slave trader this autumn. Charis had to work on the belly of this extremely coquettish maid until midnight almost every night.
The more Charis looked at the maid, the more he felt a burning sensation in his heart. He couldn't help but put his fat hands into the quilt and groped around for a while.
The sleeping maid was made to scream a few times by Master Charles's actions. These screams completely angered Master Charles. He suddenly lifted up the bearskin blanket and pressed the maid under him, intending to continue plowing while it was still dark.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the front yard of the manor.
"Which bastard is making such a fuss outside!!!" Charis was disturbed and furious.
As soon as Master Charis's roar ended, the manor housekeeper hurriedly broke into the room and said in horror: "Master, no, no, it's not good! The thieves have broken in!"
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On the front side of the manor, five or six manor guards who had just woken up took up their weapons and resisted for less than half a bowl of soup before they were killed by Art and his entourage who suddenly rushed in and killed them in the manor.
ifier | Others occupied the various passages in the manor, and Sergeant Major and Ron followed me to find our Master Charis." Art ordered the elite soldiers around him who had killed the manor guards one by one. Then he grabbed a manor servant and asked about the location of the master's bedroom. He took Angus and Ron and went straight to the owner of the manor, Master Charis.
The three of them had just crossed the courtyard and rushed into a beautifully decorated two-story building when they bumped into a guy wrapped in a bearskin coat and holding a fine iron sword. He was leading an old man who looked like a butler angrily down the stairs.
The two waves of people faced each other fiercely and before they could react, the scene paused for a moment, and then there was the metallic sound of swords slashing and colliding.
With Angus and Ron around, Art did not personally fight Charis, who was holding a long sword. Within a moment, Charis was pinned to the ground by Angus, who was holding a short-handled battle axe, and did not dare to move. As for the fat butler, he had turned into a twitching corpse under Ron's sword.
"Ah~" A woman wrapped in a blanket on the stairs saw everything downstairs, screamed in fright and ran back upstairs.
Ron chased after him with a long sword dripping with blood. After a while, Ron ran down in panic again holding the sword.
"Master, master, that woman is a White Walker." Ron had a look of fear on his face.
"Come here! Take Mr. Charis down and take care of him!" Art shouted outside the house. A soldier ran in and picked up Mr. Charis, who was tied up with a belt, and went out the door.
"Come, let's go up and have a look." Art said, holding the knight's sword, lifting the shield and leading the two of them towards the stairs cautiously.
After a while, there was a silence upstairs.
Looking at the shivering Persian maid curled up on the bedside, Angus closed his mouth that was almost drooling, looked at the woman on the bed intently, and said to the nervous and alert Ron beside him: "Is this the White Walker you are talking about?"
“Hmm!” Ron pointed his sword at the woman on the bed.
"You are from Provence, have you never seen a Persian?" Angus asked curiously.
sincecess Herdiesa “…” A black line appeared on the heads of Art and Angus.
"I'll leave this White Walker to you, Sergeant Major, let's go." Angus, whose eyes almost fell out of Atla's eyes, went down the stairs, leaving Ron and the Persian woman he called the "White Walker" in the bedroom.中......
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"Master Charis, you didn't expect us to come after so long, right?" Art said to Charis, the owner of the manor, who was tied to the pillar, carrying a short sword.
Charis asked with a horrified look on his face: "Who are you?"
Att turned the dagger in his hand and kept shaking it in front of Master Charles' eyes. "Master Charles, you are really forgetful. Have you forgotten? During the autumn harvest last year, you received a letter from a guy who claimed to be Krul, the King of the Mountain. The letter asked you to raise funds for the army in the mountain. Collecting one hundred thousand pfennigs for food and salary, but it has been several months. It looks like you have forgotten about it?"
Charis looked horrified, "Isn't that a trap? Are you really from the mountains..." Charis did not continue.
Art shook his dagger and nodded and said: "Yes, I am Krul, the king of the mountain. Master Reese, in order to save your life, is it time to cash in the 100,000 pfennigs you owe us?"
Charis fainted after hearing this.
"Sergeant Major, wake this guy up and interrogate him about the location of the vault." After saying that, Art went out of the house to direct the soldiers to select the most valuable weapons and equipment and valuables...
In the manor weapons warehouse, Credo and Colin were directing several soldiers to transfer a crossbow, six rifle bows, and five rifles from the warehouse. A fine iron broadsword, a set of riveted caftan mail, a set of plate chain mail with a gorget, five sets of double-layered iron-plated leather armor, a barrel helmet and four or five iron nose helmets were carried out. As for other short swords, battle axes, spears, maces, shields and other weapons and equipment, they were also moved to the yard and piled up. There were several soldiers in the front yard of the manor collecting weapons and equipment from the corpses of the guards.
Since the last time the manor was threatened, Mr. Charis has successively purchased a lot of weapons and equipment from various places. Originally, these weapons and armor were equipped for a hired guard who came to the manor to guard the manor. However, as time passed, no bandits came to harass the manor. The stingy Mr. Charis was worried about money, so he dismissed the hired guards, took back the weapons allocated to them, and stored them in the arsenal.
Charis never imagined that the weapons and equipment he spent a lot of money to purchase would eventually become trophies in the hands of the enemy.