After walking around for a while, they got a general understanding of the surrounding topography. On the one hand, this move is to make it easier to deal with the enemy later, and on the other hand, it is mainly to prepare for an escape. If you don't watch out in advance, you will run into a desperate situation such as a mountain cave and die without a burial place.
"Remember, we are just trying our best to delay and disrupt the enemy's plan. The cavalry that is rushing to warn is about to arrive. We just need to buy Lord Balian a little more time to prepare the defense. Don't be reluctant to fight and die in such a place. It's not worth it." Art gave a few instructions to Ron and others who were standing around him, who were drawing their bows and cleaning their swords. Then he took out two light arrows from the quiver on his back and held them in his mouth. He also held three of them with the fingers of his left hand besides the bow. He already held one in his right hand and put it on the bowstring, and pulled the string lightly.
With a nod, several people divided into two groups and bent towards the two nearest enemy posts...
The rebel commander did not dare to be careless, but the unlucky sentries he sent were not as vigilant.
In recent days, I have been exhausted from morning to night, and no one can bear it.
No, the two men in charge of guarding the rear were leaning under a big tree, salivating and snoring loudly.
They may have discussed taking turns on duty, but apparently the man on duty was lost in the thunderous snoring of his partner.
Atron, who was holding a bow and stringing the string, was almost close to the two groups, and the two minions were not aware of it at all.
Ron and Matthew looked at each other and smiled, loosened their bow strings and put away their bows and arrows. They took out the daggers at their waists and rushed forward. They violently covered their mouths and noses with one hand, and dragged the sword towards their necks with the other hand.
The sharp blade slowly slit the throat and cut the main veins, and hot blood spurted out along the sword.
The two unlucky guys woke up from their dreams and tried to struggle desperately, but Ron and Matthew had already strangled their heads. No matter how hard they struggled, it was of no avail. They wanted to call for help, but their throats were cut and blood poured out of their mouths. I couldn't scream ~
Feeling that the struggle of the two men below him was getting weaker and weaker, Ron Matthew let them go, and the two minions immediately collapsed to the ground, their bodies could only twitch slightly, and they made slight noises in their mouths.
At the side, who was holding a bow on alert, turned his head and glanced, nodded to Ron and Matthew, and several people picked up their bows and arrows and hurried towards the place where the rebels were repairing...
…......
In the dense forest to the east of the monastery, the rebel bandits who were preparing for a raid were still repairing and waiting in place.
The rebel commander is not here. At this time, he is taking a few cronies to scout out the area near the monastery. After all, the opponent is a frontier army and cannot tolerate any luck or mistakes. Therefore, the rebel commander must go and see it in person before deciding how to conduct a sneak attack.
The top commander is not here, and the remaining rebels and bandits are a patchwork of people, so there is no such thing as military discipline.
Most people took off their armor and found a place to lie down casually. A few energetic people set up a small bonfire to bake food regardless of the risk of being exposed.
Behind the edge of the stone where the rebels gathered to rest, two tough guys sat by a rising fire away from the public eye, holding up two wooden sticks with bats on them to bake on the fire.
They are fierce bandits and know that campfire smoke will reveal their location, so their campfires are small and the flames are strong enough that almost no smoke rises.
The sizzling bat meat on the fire gave off a burnt aroma, which made the two tough bandits salivate as they had not eaten meat for a long time.
“I said, is this thing really edible? Don’t be poisoned to death, I still want to live for two more days?” A gangster raised a piece of bat meat that had been roasted until it was only the size of his palm, muttering in his heart, this thing smelled pretty good, but it looked just... ..
"What do you know? The meat of this thing is more delicious than chicken. I've eaten so much, it's no big deal. If you don't want to eat it, just give it back to me!" Another tough guy said and was about to snatch these two bats that he had worked hard to catch.
Of course the muttering gangster wouldn't let him go. He quickly retreated to avoid the outstretched hand. Then he looked at the bat meat on the stick that had begun to turn white. His Adam's apple couldn't help but squirm a few times. He stretched out his nose and sniffed it. It was indeed very fragrant.
He carefully put it to his mouth, tore off a small piece, rolled it into his mouth and chewed it twice. "Hmm! It smells good! It smells so good!!" He picked up the half-cooked bat and started tearing it open and putting it in his mouth.
"How's it going? Not bad, right?" Another gangster also started tearing apart the bat meat in his hand.
While the gangsters were biting the bat meat, several black shadows moved loomingly from the dense forest behind them.
"~It seems~there seems to be someone~" The gangster who had muttered just now was putting his hands to his mouth and biting at the undercooked muscles and bones, and he saw a strange movement with a blink of an eye.
The other gangster turned his head and glanced, "Yes! Are you dazzled?" After saying that, he turned back and continued to deal with the "game" in his hand.
「No, there is——”
Ten! puff!
Before the voice of the fierce bandit in the dense forest could be spoken, a sharp arrow flew through the air and pierced the linen jacket and nailed it into his right chest.
Before he could scream, several more arrows flew in, and the two gangsters who were still chewing bat meat were inexplicably nailed into a meat sieve by random arrows...
Ron touched up and used a short knife to completely end the lives of the two gangsters. While wiping the blood on the knife and sheathing it, he stared at the unfinished bat meat in their hands with disdain on his face.
"I'm so greedy. You can't eat this stuff, it will kill you!" After saying that, Ron put away his knife and picked up his sword, and followed Art and others and rushed towards the place where the rebels were gathering for repairs.
For a moment, there was a crisp sound of sword clashes and the panic and commotion of rebel bandits in the dense forest...
There was a time when the rebel bandits were at a loss. They were jackals who came to attack their prey. Who would have thought that several wild wolves would pounce from behind. Moreover, most of them were still lying on the ground sleeping soundly at that time. When they opened their eyes, there was a chaotic fight, and there was no time to react.
Yat and the others took advantage of this and rushed into the dense forest where the rebels were gathered. With swords and axes, they knocked down five or six rebel bandits in a row. The slaughtered jackals were so frightened that they fled in all directions...
The first people to react were the armored and armed rebel soldiers gathered in the middle of the dense forest. Most of these people were from the military and were highly vigilant and responsive. They discovered that the number of the opponent was not large, and there was no tendency for the enemy to continue to join them.
After calming down for a moment, a small rebel officer led three or five of his soldiers to attack At and the others. These three or five rebel soldiers acted as a reassurance, and then seven or eight more rebel soldiers rushed towards the chaotic place...
At the moment when the axe-wielding rebel's body was deflected by the inertia of the axe, Art bent down and moved sideways to avoid the broadaxe, and the knight's sword in Art's right hand adjusted its direction, and the tip of the sword pierced the rebel's side.
The tip of the stainless steel knight's sword stopped for a moment when it hit the side of the rebel's half-mail mail. However, the tip of the sword pointed out by Baili Steel pushed open the iron ring of the mail under the huge force, passed through several layers of cotton armor, and then penetrated into the rebel's body...
Suddenly, a sharp pain caused the muscles in the rebel's waist to twitch, and his body twisted. He threw away the broadaxe in his hand. The rebel grabbed the stirring blade that was thrust into his waist with both hands in pain.
Att turned in a circle and pulled it out suddenly. The sharp blade cut off several of the rebel's fingers.
"Okay, let's retreat separately!" Art kicked over the rebel who had lost his finger. He took a look at more and more rebels and bandits rushing towards him, and decisively ordered a retreat.
The goal has been achieved. If you delay any longer, you will lose your life.
Ron Matthew and the other two guards were not willing to fight. After noticing that there were more and more opponents, they quickly retreated after being ordered, and disappeared into the dense forest on both sides.
A dozen rebel soldiers who noticed the opponent's strength also divided into two teams and pursued them...
When the knight commander completed the sentinel inspection of the monastery and returned to the dense forest with his cronies, the dense forest was full of wailing wounded soldiers.
The rebel bandits who had been stabbed in the back no longer dared to be careless. They all picked up weapons, put on armor and looked nervously around the dense forest, fearing that another enemy would suddenly attack...
Bang!
A rebel who looked like an officer in mail was slapped so loudly that stars appeared in his eyes.
"...Four or five bastards actually killed eleven people? There are so many of you and you let everyone run away with their tails intact? Trash!"
The commander was already furious and his face was blue.
The rebel officer covered his swollen left face and said, "They, they sneaked in quietly, and they had horses when they ran, how could they catch up~"
"Waste! Waste! Waste! They are all waste. They all have the nerve to make excuses." The commander poked everyone's noses and scolded them one by one.
The commander had already cursed and his mouth was dry, so he stopped and closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.
"Commander, I just saw clearly that those bastards are border troops from Wilno. Do you think our whereabouts have been exposed?"
"How about we cancel the operation and retreat quickly?"
Another rebel officer who luckily escaped being slapped finally spoke. He clearly saw that the five sneak attack enemies were wearing the standard burqas of the Wilno frontier army.
The commander raised his eyes and stared at the proposed officer, "Where to run? Tell me where to run now? The enemy troops in the north are about to catch up. The few bastards who just appeared must be the vanguard of the army surrounding them from the west. To the south? To the south is Lombard. Third, do you think those Lombards are good people? They just want us to stay in Provence to cause trouble for them. "
"If we don't kill those border troops, how can we gain a foothold here? Are you still planning to go back to the mountains and become savages?"
"The only way now is to kill those guys stationed in the monastery, capture the Viscount Balian and force the border troops to withdraw, and then use money and materials as ransoms in exchange for the prisoners. As long as we gain a foothold on the edge of the border mountains, our living space will be greater~"
The rebel commander has personally inspected the monastery, and it still seems that there is no alert at all. The raid is highly likely to succeed.
"But have those guys who attacked us just now sent people to call the police?" The rebel officer raised concerns.
"It doesn't matter if we call the police, since we have more people anyway, we won't suffer any loss even if we fight hard! Okay, let's tell everyone, leave two old and weak men to look after the wounded soldiers, and the rest will get ready and set off immediately, follow me to kill those border bastards!"
…
While the rebel bandits were gathering and rushing toward the monastery, Ater and the others were busy in a forest clearing less than two miles away from the dense forest just now.
Matt and Ron each climbed up to two tall pine trees on the edge of the clearing to observe the surroundings, while Matthew and two other guards cut fresh pine branches from the dense forest and dragged them to the center of the clearing to cover them on a pile of hay.
Seeing that the hay pine trees had been piled high, Art signaled Ron to stop being vigilant and slid down the treetop.
Ron ran to the tall pile of hay branches, took out the flint iron sickle from his waist and squatted close to a handful of fluffy and dry tinder.
bang!
bang!
bang!
The tinder was ignited by the sparks falling from the flint. First there was a trace of black smoke, and then it turned into a red core. Finally, with a majestic force, the flames ignited the dry grass and lit up firewood and fresh pine branches...
After a while, to the west of the monastery, the tinder was ignited by the sparks falling from the flint. A thick black smoke rose from the dense forest several miles away. In such a clear weather, this black smoke should be enough to attract the attention of Balian in the monastery...
Ater and the others jumped on their horses and ran towards the original road.
"Sir, where are we going now?"
"Go to the monastery and find a hiding place nearby to observe the situation..."