As a fast horse on patrol entered the city, the urgent military information that the Welsh Legion's baggage convoy was robbed by a group of skirmishers from the hinterland of Jonah Province was sent as quickly as possible to the southern lord's hall of St. Leon City where the legion's command camp was located.
Matt went to the church in the north of the city to visit the wounded soldiers who had been injured in the battle a few days ago and had not yet recovered. The man on duty at the commanding camp of the Chinese army in Lord St. Rayon's hall was the adjutant of the legion, Odo.
Odo let the sentry take a breath.
"How many people are there on the other side? What are the flags and coats of arms?" Odo calmed the panicked sentry and asked the two most central questions.
"The other side~The other side has more than forty people, led by a knight, including three cavalry, about ten foot soldiers, and the rest are all peasant soldiers."
"The heraldic style of the transport captain didn't see it clearly, and said it seemed to have a black clover~"
Odo thought for a while after hearing this, and couldn't remember that the family had a black clover. He simply stopped thinking about it and immediately turned around and shouted to the messenger in the Chinese command camp: "Send the order immediately, the legionary cavalry assembles urgently and rushes to the east of the city. The five-mile grain transport road, rescue the baggage train."
Otto was cruel again, "Capture all the opponents, and if they dare to resist, kill them on the spot!"
Otto's new bodyguards immediately ran out of the lord's hall and rode to the open space to the west of Saint-Rion City to deliver orders to Lusignan.
Over at the Lord's Hall, Odo was already preparing to go to the north of the city to report the information to Art. He thought for a moment and then told the middle-aged man who was sitting in the corner of the official room updating the legion roster: "Secretary, go read the book immediately and find out that the black clover is the coat of arms of that family."
The frail middle-aged man took the order and turned around and pulled out a thick album of heraldry from a large wooden box that he carried with the army. He flipped through the pages carefully, but did not find the clover heraldic logo...
Outside the manor a few miles east of St. Rayon City, a team of forty-three people dragged six carriages loaded with food slowly moving southward.
It's not that this team doesn't want to move faster, it's because the group of soldiers behind them carrying broken swords and short spears are too tightly entangled. The group of people behind them were the original owners of these six carriages. Obviously, the original owners did not want these carriages loaded with food to be commandeered by this team. A dozen soldiers chased and fought them all the way.
"Sir, I think those bastards are too tightly entangled. They run away as soon as we turn around, and they follow us as soon as we leave. How about we drop our things and retreat? Maybe they are holding on and there may be reinforcements behind them?"
"This area is our own army, maybe it's someone's food team?"
Under the black clover coat of arms, a middle-aged man who looked like a caravan steward had a sad face. He was deeply worried about his master's reckless behavior of "forcibly requisitioning" food and grass from friendly forces.
Beside the black clover heraldic flag, a bloated man rode a fat and strong war horse. Because the man was too heavy, the horse was obviously struggling, and its limbs and hooves were stuck in the mud. Due to his large size, it was difficult to find suitable armor, so he wore a specially made iron plate armor that was widened and enlarged. In order to reduce the weight and burden, this set of iron plate armor was beaten until it was as thin as a piece of parchment, and its defense power was almost zero, but it still looked quite beautiful.
The man on the horse was holding two snatched wine bags and tasting them. He took a sip from the wine bags on the left and right. It was ordinary civilian beer and tasted very bad. He threw it to the servant next to the horse. Then he picked up the other wine bag and tasted it. It tasted good, so he drank a big gulp.
"This beer is good, I've never tasted it before. Where was it brewed?" the fat man praised.
“Sir, I say we should put down our things and retreat. Those guys are too troublesome.” The middle-aged manager-looking man suggested again.
The fat man was a little impatient, "I told you not to call me master, you are always talking about me. People who don't know think I am still a lowly businessman~ You should call me Sir Sir now!"
"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man in charge quickly corrected him.
The fat man's expression brightened at this moment, and he said: "My lord, is it easy for me? I have spent so much money over the years that I have not been able to buy this Lord Knight. Now that I have got such a precious opportunity due to the war, my mood was ruined by your words of "Master". "
"Yes, sir, I was wrong. But I said behind me~"
"What's behind you? That group of soldiers chasing behind you? What are you afraid of them for? Send people to turn around and beat them up later. It's best to kill a few blind guys."
h Bigger? Look at the way those knights used to steal our things. You are now a knight, so you should learn how to behave like a knight! The palace (Jonah court) baggage officer said that we can raise food on our own. How can we do it without food?
“Besides, our people passed by here last month, and there were troops stationed nearby. The flag of this grain transport soldier was not that of the San Leon County soldiers. I don’t know where the soldiers came from. I guess they were selling military grain. Otherwise, how could there be so much food? What if? Instead of worrying about delaying the march, I want to lead the army to the manor that is full of grain and grass. "
The fat man became more and more crazy, thinking that he bought a knight's status and gathered a few of his own caravans to recruit dozens of farmers, which would be a strong army.
About two hundred steps behind the Black Clover team, Spencer, the commander of the Welsh Army's baggage team, held a rifle bow in his hand, rounded the bowstring and aimed diagonally upward.
"Sir Spencer, the distance is too far and you can't shoot." A guard of the baggage team advised Spencer, whose arms were shaking and he could not hold the bow steadily.
Spencer's hands were shaking so much that he let go of the bow string before he could take aim. The light arrow twisted around and floated towards the team in front, and soon landed in the open space behind the team in front.
"I want you bastard to remind you, I don't know if I can hit it yet~ Why don't you rush in and shoot a few arrows?" Spencer slapped the rifle bow into the hand of the transport guard beside him.
Spencer was in a very unhappy mood.
Since he took the lead in leading the baggage team to arrive at the northwest border of Yona Province, while guarding the large amount of military provisions carried by the army, he also purchased and raised food baggage from the surrounding castle villages. The manor had already collected the grain and baggage of the Welsh Army for nearly ten months, which was a great achievement.
According to prior arrangements, the grain and grass stored in the manor after the Welsh Army entered St. Lyon had to be transferred to the city for safekeeping, so he has been busy recently moving the baggage and grain.
Today Spencer personally transported the last batch of grain back to the city. Unexpectedly, he was intercepted by a group of troops coming from the east not long after leaving the manor.
Obviously the other party is not a very knowledgeable person. When Spencer warned the other party that he was a baggage team of the Welsh Army, the other party was not touched at all.
A fat man stepped forward and after a few words of arrogance, he commandeered the food carriage of the consignment team in his capacity as a leading knight.
The previous transportation went smoothly, and today was the last batch, so Spencer only brought a dozen or so transport troops to escort the transport together with a few transport troops left behind in the manor. He never imagined that he would encounter such a bastard.
Seeing that the opponent was unreasonable and came forward to rob him, Spencer resisted with weapons at first, but there were too many people on the other side, and he knocked over several supply soldiers when he came up. Spencer could not resist, and the grain truck was robbed.
The robbery of the grain cart was a serious crime. While Spencer sent the transport captain to ride back to report the matter, he led his soldiers to chase after him with their weapons, grabbing the opponent's tail and refusing to let go.
Hence Spencer was thinking about how to get close to harass the opponent again and make them slow down. At this time, the soldier under his command exclaimed: "Sir Spencer, someone is coming from behind us!"
"Hurry up, retreat to the north first, and catch up later." Spencer thought that the opponent had stabbed him with a knife from behind, so he decisively ordered a retreat. This is what they did all the way, without giving up or getting beaten.
"Black robe? He seems to be one of ours!" Another soldier saw clearly the color of the uniform of the person coming behind him and stopped preparing to escape.
"It's our people! Our people are coming!" Another soldier also jumped up.
Hence, Spencer raised his hand to set up a tent and looked around. There seemed to be only five or six figures, "The reinforcements were too fast, right? Why were these few people sent?"
Hence the group stopped and waited for the arrival of the black shadow...
Hence "Passat, why is it you? Aren't you patrolling in the north of the city?" Spencer looked surprised.
Passat led the small group of soldiers and ran for several miles in one breath, panting for air.
Spencer quickly had someone pass him a few water bags, drank from them, and took a few breaths.
"Don't worry about the rest, what's going on?" Passat asked after catching his breath.
Spencer told Passat roughly the whole story.
Passat became angrier as he listened, "Bastard, our Welsh Army has always robbed others, and today someone dared to rob us! I think they have had enough!"
"Phoenix, let the brothers check their weapons, let's charge forward! Put our flag on the tip of the spear!" Passat was about to charge into the battle.
"Pasat, we have few people and weak combat power, why don't we wait?" Spencer advised. His troops were indeed neglected in training and were weak in combat power.
"We, the Welsh Army, have never suffered the humiliation of being robbed like this. I must kill them!" Passat was indeed angry, but he did not intend to rely on a small team of his men to attack the opponent's dozens of people.
You and the baggage team's men are at the back. >
"Only in formation, not charging?"
"I have already sent people to report on horseback. The cavalry will definitely arrive soon. If we can bite, we will bite. If we can't bite, we will delay the enemy."
shouldn wouldn't do it without losing lives. After saying this, Spencer began to command a dozen of his men to organize the formation, relying on the knowledge of military formations accumulated from occasional training and frequent training with people...