After a whole afternoon of fierce fighting, the last rays of the setting sun gradually disappeared on the top of the hill. The summer evening in the mountains is a little cooler with the breeze.
After cleaning the battlefield, Art immediately led a group of officers and soldiers to rush to Marsiburg without any delay. However, in order to reduce the pressure of the subsequent siege of Fort Marsi, the sharp blades of the Wells Corps were sent by Art to the southern hilly areas to hide and prepare to send a generous gift to the remaining troops in the southern part of Cordore.
That's right, this special force is the task force led by Stanley. It specializes in infiltration, lurking, assassination, spying on military intelligence, and destroying important strategic materials of the enemy. It exists to achieve the tactical mission of the legion.
When the soldiers from the southern county of Kodor fled in panic, they had followed them all the way and disappeared into the southern hills and mountains without anyone noticing...
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The military camp in the southern county of Codor. It's not so much a camp as a gathering area little better than a refugee shack. A team of several hundred people had long lost the passion for killing the enemy in recent days. A return reinforcement from the enemy brought this group of county soldiers who were not good at fighting back to their original form. Although there are hundreds of people, the military quality of these people is probably only known by the leading knights and lords. The cavalry with a little combat power is fine in plain areas, but once it reaches hilly areas, it cannot be used at all. In the end, they had to flee all the way with the infantry.
The camp is located in a piece of harvested farmland next to the southern business road. To the east of the farmland are towering mountains, and to the west are overgrown mountainous hills.
In the farmland, dozens of large and small military tents were propped up in a mess. Soldiers in twos and threes huddled together, wailing and crying everywhere.
Outside the tent on the left side of the camp gate, a soldier whose head was chopped by a Welsh Legion soldier had dull eyes, and his face was covered with dust mixed with dried blood clots. A guy who looked like a healer was wrapping circles of linen around his head. In the nearby tent, roars and cries spread throughout the camp, and the night fell, making the surroundings of the camp suddenly more desolate. In the center of the camp, soldiers supported each other and limped back and forth between the tents, relying on each other.
In the corner of the tent under command of Codor, a young knight with a torn armor and a knight's sword sat alone on a stone and stared blankly at the endless night outside the military tent. Two viscount guards stood upright at the door. The young knight's knight sword already had several gaps, and the blade was stained with blood. His face was also covered in a mixture of blood stains and dirt.
"It's over, it's all over now, none of my soldiers are gone, not one is dead, they are all dead, they are all dead." The knight said to himself. Didn't participate at all in the arguments of others in the account. His eyes were full of endless confusion and sadness. Fang Gang's vitality when he went into battle during the day was completely gone. This guy is the brave and fighting young knight in the southern Codor Legion, the arrogant and arrogant upstart who led the Viscount to surrender on behalf of Codor during the day. He thought he could gain generous rewards and join the ranks of Viscount through this battle, but he didn't expect to encounter the rescue force of the Wells Legion halfway. His dream was shattered, and he watched his few soldiers being killed one by one by the devils.
“Everyone,” Viscount, the leader of the army in the south of Cordor, continued, “I know that everyone suffered heavy losses in this battle, and I will definitely report the losses that should be reported.” After hearing this, all the officers whispered to each other and nodded in response.
"But the mission of pursuing the Welsh Army and preventing them from capturing Fort Marsi failed. This crime is very serious. Even I cannot escape the blame."
The leading viscount looked at the guys who were looking at each other in front of him and knew that they were all afraid of being blamed by the palace, which could range from being demoted to being beheaded.
After a while, he continued, "I have already reported to the Earl of Codor that Fort Marcy has fallen, and asked him to give us another chance. Then we will attack Fort Marcy together with the bastard army from the north who came to encircle and suppress Wells. Then it will be time for you to wash away your shame and make contributions!"
Everyone relaxed their brows and nodded in agreement. After all, the best opportunity to annihilate the Wells Legion has been lost, and everyone can still fight for it with their lives, so everyone is naturally happy.
At this time, a fellow who looked like a trainee knight said to the leading viscount, "Honorable Lord Viscount, please give me an order. We must do our best to kill the cowardly, insidious and shameless bastards huddled in Marseille Castle."
When the leading viscount heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. It seemed that his comfort was not in vain.
Seeing this, the other knights and nobles echoed, "I will obey the orders of Lord Viscount!"
"Okay! This is what I want from you."
"Next, I will assign tasks. Since our army will march to Marseille and form a siege on the Wells Army, it is inevitable to carry food supplies. We went all the way from the south, and the military rations we carried can barely last for three to five days. Fort Marseille will also be difficult to capture in a short period of time." "Tomorrow morning, we will immediately send out baggage trains to the surrounding villages to collect grain. You will also send your own troops to collect grain. Any farmer who disobeys the military order will be treated as treason and killed on the spot. You all have to listen clearly to me. I will only give you one day. The day after tomorrow, the army will set off and go straight to Fort Marsi!"
"Yes! Lord Viscount!"
"At the same time, send out sentries two miles around the camp to be on guard against those bastards from the Welsh Legion sneaking up on us."
The officers took a breath of cold air. The fighting during the day had already allowed them to see the terrifying combat effectiveness of the Wells Legion. If there were another night attack, I'm afraid...
"Your lord, the Viscount, is still thoughtful!" The man who looked like a lord flattered the Viscount who led the army. "We should really be prepared for enemy sneak attacks."
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"Captain, do you think those Codor County soldiers still dare to march towards Fort Marsi?" A thin member of the task force on Stanley's left was closely watching every move in the Codor army camp at the foot of the mountain.
"Your Majesty said, these guys will definitely unite with the army of Count Codor from the north to attack us. You don't even think about it, will he dare to retreat?" Stanley chewed a piece of hay in his mouth, while watching the patrol of southern Codor soldiers moving back and forth with torches at the foot of the mountain, while swatting the mosquitoes biting his neck with his hands.
In the mountainous area in the southern part of Kodor, summer days are unbearably hot, with cool breezes blowing at night, accompanied by bursts of mosquito bites. Even so, eight task force soldiers in black robes, led by captain Stanley, were lurking on the hillside opposite the barracks in the southern county of Kodor. The people of Kodor never imagined that this group of ghost-like people had already slipped under their noses, planning a conspiracy that could kill them.
"Oliver, how are the people you arranged?" Stanley asked Oliver on the right.
"Captain, don't worry. I have sent four brothers to set up pits and pits filled with spikes on our retreating trade road. As long as the enemy's cavalry dares to pursue us, we will make sure they are defeated."
"Okay, I feel relieved with your words." …………
The next morning, there was a lot of noise in the Codor camp at the foot of the mountain. These were the teams of the Codor baggage team and other noble knights who sent troops to the surrounding countryside to collect food and grass. Last night, they were ordered to collect food and grass in the surrounding countryside to prepare for the Wells Army that besieged Fort Marcy.
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And all of this is under the secret surveillance of the task force.
At sunset, the teams collecting grain and grass returned to the Kodor camp one after another amidst the sound of whips. Looking at the bulging bags of grain in the car, the soldiers burst into laughter. There is no doubt that after obtaining the commander's permission, they must have looted a lot on the grounds of collecting food and grass. Judging from the bulging pockets in their waists, they might have robbed some good stuff from a farmer's house.
The leading viscount looked at the dozens of carts full of food, with a rare smile on his face, and said to the officers around him, "I feel relieved now. With this food, it will be no problem to besiege Fort Marsi for several months."
"Hahahahaha..."
All the officers around him laughed.
"Quickly, move the food to the tent near the foot of the mountain in the south, and send me troops to guard it. If something goes wrong, I want your heads!"
"Yes, sir." In the hill opposite Kodor's command camp. Stanley was counting the carts of food brought into the tent near the foot of the mountain. He told the soldiers on the left to take note and said to Oliver on the right, "Oliver, figure out the deployment of troops in the enemy's command camp. We will take action in the middle of the night." Because completing this mission was another great achievement for them, and returning to Fort Marsi would definitely be another big reward.
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"Sneeze," the leading Viscount couldn't help but sneeze in the commanding camp of Codor, "Who the hell is talking about me." All the officers looked confused.
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The night is dark and windy, and the mountain wind is howling. Tonight was even cooler than usual. Many Kodor soldiers were already snoring like thunder, completely forgetting the words of the leading viscount and sleeping with one eye closed. You can't blame them for this. They have been fighting hard for days, and everyone is exhausted. If they have a chance to take a good rest, no one will let it go.
However, the three Kodor soldiers guarding the granary suffered a lot at such a night. The cold wind blew their noses and there was no shelter from the wind. Besides them, there were two groups of four patrolling eight soldiers. It's always warmer to move around than to stand here like a log.
In order to avoid being frozen into a fool and find a place to rest, two of the Kodor soldiers ran to the other to discuss it with him.
"Hey, brothers, why are the three of us so unlucky? We were sent to stand guard in such a hellish place late at night, and those bastards were all fast asleep in the tents." One of the fat soldiers holding a short spear said.
"Yes, yes." The other two guys echoed.
“How about we take turns standing guard, one of us is here to watch, and the other two find a warm place to rest and drink some wine to warm up our bodies.” A soldier who looked like a squad leader suggested.
The other two glanced at each other, still hesitating. The guy who looked like a squad leader added insult to injury and said, "Anyway, no one will come to check the post now. What are you afraid of? I'll take care of anything."
The other two guys felt relieved and nodded in response. After final discussion, the soldier who looked like a squad leader and another thin man were allowed to rest first, while the fat man carried the weight. After that, the other two people walked to the corner more than thirty steps away with a bag of low-quality beer.
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At the outskirts of the camp, after bypassing the line of sight of the Kodor patrol team, Stanley led eight task forces to go around the wooden fence outside the enemy's grain and grass warehouse when the night was dark and the enemy soldiers were exhausted. Each of the eight men carried two clay pots wrapped in linen on their waists, containing extremely flammable kerosene. In order to make no noise while moving, Stanley decided to wrap the pot in linen.
"Oliver, do you see clearly, how many people are around the granary?" Stanley asked from under the fence to Oliver, who was showing half of his head on the fence to observe the situation in the granary.
"Captain, there are only three of us, and two others ran to the corner over there with the wine, I'm afraid they were lazy."
"Okay, task force, pay attention, when the time comes, immediately climb over the fence and pour all the kerosene on the food."
“Yes!” Everyone responded in a low voice.
The chubby guy around the granary was shivering from the cold. Smelling the aroma of low-quality beer coming from the corner of the tent, he actually had a slight urge to urinate...
The soldier on duty at Kodor looked around, then at the patrol that had just disappeared around the corner. He quickly walked to the hidden area of the granary tent and took out the guy with his crotch. There was a burst of excitement, and a splash of turbid liquid flowed down. At this time, he didn't notice the dark shadow behind him that had climbed over the wall and leaned up...
"Ah!"
Before the soldier on duty in Kodor could put away his giant thing, Yibing dagger had already cut his throat.
At this time, the other two drinking guys had no idea that the danger was coming, and they were still calling each other brothers in the corner.
“Quick, pour the kerosene.” Stanley gave the order, and eight members of the task force poured the kerosene in the clay pots all over the tent. The smell evaporates instantly.
"What does it smell like?" the man who looked like a captain drinking at the corner said to the thin man. The thin man raised his sleeve and smelled it. "No." The already drunk skinny man replied.
"No, it's kerosene!"
Just when the soldier who looked like a squad leader turned around and got up to walk towards the granary, a short sword swung over and cut his throat directly.
"The enemy..." Before he could say it, he had already fallen to the ground and twitched.
The thin man immediately shouted when he saw this, turned around and ran towards the soldiers' camp.
“Quickly, light the fire!” Stanley gave the order, and the task force instantly set fire to the food and grass of Kodor’s army. The flames shot into the sky and turned the sky above the entire camp red.
"Oliver, stop chasing, retreat quickly." Just when Oliver was about to chase the soldier on duty at Slim Codor, Stanley shouted to him.
In an instant, the Kodor garrison camp turned into a mess. The soldiers had no time to put on their clothes and hurriedly carried buckets of water towards the burning granary. Some Kodor soldiers around the granary were beating the burning grain with branches...
The leading viscount who had just ran out of the tent saw the burning granary and almost fainted. The firelight shone on his face, reflecting the angry tongues of fire...
"Come here, send the cavalry to catch up with me and kill those bastards!" The Viscount, who was leading the army, almost roared at the messenger after he reacted.
"That old guy was so angry that he vomited blood."
"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed again.
After the successful sneak attack last night, Stanley led everyone to evacuate north to the predetermined location. After joining the remaining four task force members, they rushed all the way to Fort Marci to resume their operations.
And the cavalry sent by Viscount Codor, who led the army, was unable to escape because of the trap set by the task force, so they rushed to nothing...