Since the attack of the Burgundians in the gentle hills was unexpectedly loose, the red-haired Baron did not want to delay any longer. He did not care to think about why the enemy's attack was so hasty, because he knew that it might be dangerous to break into the gentle hills, but if he stayed outside the gentle hills, there would be greater dangers later.
He even suspected that the Burgundians on the gentle hill were just laborers with little combat effectiveness. They tried to use these obstacles to block the progress of the baggage team, and then waited for the cavalry behind to pursue them.
Driven by the red-haired baron and the cavalry, the Lombard baggage laborers took out their tools and gradually filled in the obstacles on the gentle hill road. Arrows and stones were constantly attacking on the gentle hills on both sides. The Lombard infantry and cavalry used shields to resist the laborers working on the baggage train.
From time to time, bold infantrymen tried to rush up the hill to completely eliminate the enemy. However, whenever Lombard soldiers tried to rush up the hill, the weak Burgundian soldiers immediately became fierce and killed all the enemies on the hill.
Just like this, step by step, it took the Lombards nearly an hour to clear the half-mile-distance obstacle in the gentle hill. During this period, no less than thirty people were killed and wounded by arrows, while only four or five of the unlucky soldiers on the gentle hill were injured by stray arrows.
The road has been cleared, and the arrows of the enemy soldiers on the hill have been exhausted, but the red-haired baron did not dare to move forward.
The second half of the gentle hill is empty, with no holes, obstacles, and no trace of any ambush. The Burgundians who were ambushing just now stood so coldly on the top of the first half of the gentle hill and looked at the Lombards on the road of the gentle hill quietly, as if they had entered another world after crossing the half limit of the gentle hill.
"What are these bastards going to do?" The red-haired Baron's eyes have turned blood red, and this journey to purgatory has been more torturous than the last.
There was clearly a smooth road ahead, but he didn't dare to go up it, because he knew very well that all the strange calmness in front of him was disguised, just like on the wooden bridge in the south.
The five earth-shaking violent thunder-like explosions had broken his nerves.
A few months ago, the defeated soldiers who escaped from the northern battlefield repeatedly mentioned a kind of witchcraft that sounded like thunder and shattered the sky and the earth. The defeated soldiers emphasized in their mouths that the Burgundians sold their souls to the devil in exchange for this witchcraft from the devil.
The red-haired Baron is not an ignorant little soldier. He has heard about a kind of explosive black powder from some businessmen and alchemists, and knows that the army of the Kingdom of France has begun to use this secret substance in combat. It will make a huge sound, accompanied by an explosion that shakes the earth.
But the red-haired baron's knowledge of this mysterious substance was limited to this. He had no idea how to make or use it. He knew that he could not figure out how the wooden bridge was blown up now, because he was sure that there was absolutely no enemy ambush near the bridge at that time. Even if the other party wanted to
It’s just that the red-haired baron didn’t expect that the French had actually passed this mysterious weapon to the Burgundians. It seemed that the French king was indeed determined to annex Lombardy.
"Lord Baron? What should we do? Should we send someone to investigate?" Realizing that the red-haired Baron was distracted, the soldiers beside him drove his horse forward to remind him.
The red-haired baron stared at the position where the horse's hooves were sitting and glanced forward little by little. There was not even a trace of turning over the ground on the road.
"You will personally dismount and check, be more careful, and see clearly if there is any abnormality." The red-haired baron ordered the soldier.
The personal soldiers are temporary. I originally thought it would be safer to follow the Baron, but I found out that I actually had to go there myself. "Baron, if you don't let the laborers go, I will supervise the formation from behind."
The red-haired baron suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will let it supervise the formation for you."
The soldiers shrank their necks in fright, remembering that the long sword had just killed two greedy workers, so they quickly jumped off their backs, ran behind them, grabbed a few unlucky ones, and led them back and forth to explore the short two hundred steps ahead.
Three Lombard soldiers lined up in a row, half a step apart, occupying the entire road.
The soldier was hiding on the far left side, stabbing the road twice with the tip of his short spear from time to time to see if there were any traps or holes hidden in the weeds and mud on the road.
The other two followed suit, tapping the short spears in their hands here and there, moving carefully inch by inch, their eyes as wide as cow bells, and the sweat on their foreheads soaked out layer by layer and dripped onto their trembling trouser legs.
The three of them were too nervous, so nervous that they were too focused, and so focused that they only searched inch by inch for every suspicious weed and every suspicious dead leaf on the road.
However, on both sides of the road where the three "Lei soldiers" passed, at the junction of the roadside and the gentle slope on both sides, in the folds filled with shrubs, weeds and dead branches, there was a pile of gravel every fifty or so steps, and in each pile of gravel there was a thin lead connected to the top of the gentle hills on both sides.
When the three sweaty soldiers returned to the middle of Xuqiu with a sigh of relief, the sporadic attacks on both sides of Xuqiu stopped completely. The Burgundian soldiers on Xuqiu all stared at the relatively large baggage train on Xuqiu road as if they were watching a show, as if waiting for something to happen.
The red-haired baron's heart was filled with excitement, but this was not a place where he could hesitate. Even if there was Asura Hell in front of him, he could only rush through it.
· The red-haired baron saw with his own eyes the meticulousness and caution of the three soldiers under the threat of death, and couldn't help but praise, "You three did a great job!"
· As he spoke, he took a money bag from his waist, ground out a few large silver coins, and threw them to the leading soldier.
The soldier took the silver coin and was very surprised. He did not expect to receive the reward immediately. He lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Lord Baron, for the reward. This is what we should do. Even if we go there a few more times, it is still our duty."
The red-haired baron nodded slightly, "You said it very well! The team will set off immediately. You should still be fifteen steps ahead to explore the way for the team." As he said this, several silver coins clenched in the hands of the soldiers fell to the ground with a clink.
Before he could ask for mercy, the red-haired baron drew out the long sword from his waist again...
On the gentle hill, Angus led a few guards to lurk among the low weeds on the top of the slope.
He arrived here a moment ago.
After the ambush on the wooden bridge ended, Angus asked Lusignan to personally lead the two-horse light cavalry under Jafar and Red, and asked him to chase them slowly. After hearing the explosion, he repeated the long-distance impact tactics on the south bank of the wooden bridge.
Angus, on the other hand, led his soldiers around to the east side of the gentle hill, and climbed up the gentle hill on the east side of the road from a hidden place.
The order to stop attacking the gentle hills on both sides just now was given by him.
Angus lay low and observed the road. The Lombard convoy was already moving forward at a very fast pace. Their baggage carriages were running side by side. Cavalry and infantry were respectively armed to guard the two sides. They watched with vigilance the enemies who were moving strangely on the gentle hills on both sides.
A young steward from the Weapons Research Laboratory quietly touched behind Angus and whispered, "Lord Angus, wave the flag from the other side. They are ready and waiting for the arrow to issue the order."
Angus turned his head and glanced. The young steward was the son of Salt, the Minister of Commerce of the Welsh Provincial Government and the General Manager of the European Commercial Bank. He has now become the backbone of the Weapons Research Laboratory, and his military rank is equivalent to that of the flag captain.
"Jack, you did a good job, you will light the first fuse later, and make sure all the enemies go up to the sky."
After saying this, Angus asked the soldiers around him to prepare to fire arrows, while he himself stared intently at the enemy group on the road to the gentle hill.
On the gentle hill road, the red-haired baron led two soldiers and a few cavalry at the end of the team this time. Firstly, he was worried about an ambush in front, and secondly, he was holding down the formation himself to prevent the enemy troops on the gentle hill behind from rushing down.
The red-haired baron stood up in the stirrups and glanced at the leader of the team, who was almost approaching the exit of the gentle hill.
Turning around and looking behind again, the gentle hills on both sides were quiet. The heads of the ambushed enemies were not exposed this time, as if they had never appeared.
Just when the red-haired baron was thinking about the possibility that the opponent's ambush force was too weak to actually block the attack, a sharp sound of an arrow suddenly came from the gentle hill on the right.
The red-haired baron's heart suddenly tightened, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"There is still an ambush, there is still an ambush." The red-haired baron muttered sadly twice in his heart, closed his eyes and waited for his fate to come.
There is nothing he can do.
The passing Lombard baggage team also heard the sound of the arrow, instinctively became nervous, and immediately aimed their weapons at the gentle hills on both sides.
A breath passed and there was no movement.
After two breaths, there was still no movement.
A few more breaths passed, and no enemy troops came to attack the gentle hills on both sides.
Just when everyone's hearts were about to break, a few sharp-eyed Lombard soldiers discovered something unusual on the gentle hills on both sides.
"There's a line of white smoke there!"
"Hey~ there's a line over there too."
"There are a few more ahead..."
"Where's the smoke coming from?"
"Hey, man, that smoke is coming for you." A guard archer standing on the baggage car with a bow reminded the infantry following closely beside the car.
The white smoke made a squeaking sound like a snake, scurrying from the top of the gentle hill towards the road.
The infantryman holding a short spear next to the baggage car was not timid. He looked in the direction of the white smoke and followed the roadside extending to his feet. There was a pile of dead branches and leaves there.
The short spearman curiously stretched out his weapon and dug through the pile of dead branches and leaves, revealing a pile of stones.
"This is~?" The short spearman looked at the pile of stones curiously, and found a careful line extending out from the pile of stones, heading towards the direction of the white smoke.
呲~~The white smoke followed the thin line and quickly penetrated into the pile of rocks.
The short spearman just thrust the tip of his spear into the pile of rocks.
Bang!
The pile of rocks that had been motionless just a moment ago suddenly exploded, and dozens of gravels the size of pigeon eggs flew out.
Five of the stones hit the short spear soldier, two hit the head, and the face of the short spear suddenly collapsed...
Following this, the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh blasts were immediately heard.
The explosion of the mine bomb tore the world apart...