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… These bastards are actually stabbing at our rear again. If I catch one of them, I will skin them and throw them in the fields to feed the wolves.”
The Lombard Cavalry Camp is slowly southeast On the top of the slope, they had just left camp and were chasing the enemy rangers who had attacked the Lombardy grain and grass baggage half a mile away and killed seven or eight of the baggage soldiers guarding the camp. As the night was already dark and the distance between the two sides was getting farther and farther, it was not good for them to continue chasing. The leading knight decisively ordered to stop the pursuit. Seeing the last figure passing by on the hillside in the distance, the leading knight stomped his feet angrily and slapped the butt of the war horse behind him with his backhand, causing the war horse to neigh in fright.
The knight wiped the remaining spit on his chin, sighed heavily, then threw the reins in his hands to the soldiers behind him, untied the brand-new cowhide belt, and walked towards the ditch on the roadside - he opened his armor, pulled off his trousers, and then took out the huge thing under his crotch, and a stream of turbid liquid spurted out. Perhaps it was because he had held in his bad breath for too long, or perhaps because he had no time to pour out his urine. The knight let out a long sigh of relief and felt a sense of relief in his lungs. As a gust of cool breeze hit, the knight shivered and put his sword into its sheath~
straightened his skirt, and the leading knight walked slowly towards the entourage stationed behind him, thinking about how he should return to the Duke of Lombardy...
In recent days, an elusive cavalry group has often harassed the army's camps. Strangely enough, this team always appeared quietly in the middle of the night, attacking targets without any plan. They either harassed the baggage trains that were out collecting food, or killed the soldiers patrolling around the camp. They even harassed the Lombard Cavalry Corps camp several times on a small scale. Although this cavalry team is not large in size, it does bring a certain amount of psychological pressure to the Lombards at this special moment.
Since harassment often occurs at night, soldiers' response ability is relatively slow. Moreover, the opponent will never pester you, and will run away after the fight, giving you no chance of a one-on-one duel face to face. What makes the Lombards even more unbelievable is that these guys are like wolves in the mountains, coming and going freely. No matter how dark the sky was or how deep the night was, the other party was never seen carrying any kind of lighting fire. Like ghosts, chasing after them, those guys disappeared into the endless wilderness of Lombardy.
Just yesterday, another knight in the army led fifty cavalry to follow his opponent all the way. However, less than a thousand steps out of the camp gate, his own men and horses lost track. Those cunning guys left no trace except a few piles of horse manure and messy horse hoof prints.
In order to deal with the accusations of the Duke of Lombardy, the knight only chopped off a few heads of untouchables in nearby villages, looted the village and castle, and returned to the military camp with money worth two thousand pfennigs.
But misfortune came too quickly...
I don’t know if the knight felt that his Duke was dim-sighted or his mind was unclear. He was convinced that his little cleverness was enough to deal with the old guy in the court. When the knight proudly walked into the military tent carrying several heads in white linen, the Duke of Lombardy was holding a secret message from the west - the Provence army had broken through our strong defense line the night before yesterday, and our army was defeated, with more than 2,000 casualties. Send troops quickly to support
Looking at the secret message from the military minister Fei Ge, the Duke of Lombardy felt nervous. The golden quill in his hand fell off from his trembling right hand, and the tip of the pen poked directly onto the smooth, soft, shiny and white bearskin carpet under his feet. Dark black ink splashed everywhere under the vibration of the pen tip... The Duke of Lombardy breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned involuntarily on the armchair brought from the palace. He pulled the slipping deerskin cloak and wrapped it tightly around his whole body. This armchair has been with him for most of his life, whether he was out hunting or marching to war. Among the few not-so-luxurious relics he inherited from his father, this armchair is the one he cherishes the most. Perhaps it was because of the good workmanship of the armchair, or because of the special meaning contained in the armchair itself. The Duke of Lombardy regarded it as a treasure and always carried it with him.
Just as the Duke of Lombardy was lost in thought, the captain of the Palace Iron Guard beside him slowly walked forward.
"Your Majesty the Duke~"
The Duke of Lombardy's eyes still fell on the secret letter, looking dazed.
The Captain of the Iron Guard looked around, and then at the leading knight waiting for his return at the entrance of the tent. Whether it was to attract the attention of everyone in the tent or to relieve his own nervousness, the captain of the Iron Guard cleared his throat, raised his voice, and said, "My noble lord, the Duke, the men sent to chase down the group of Burgundian cavalry are back~"
The Duke of Lombardy's stern eyes were closed slightly, and then slowly opened, but they no longer had the shock and disappointment a moment ago.
gone
After a moment, the Duke of Lombardy asked, with a kind of natural majesty in his tone.
"Back to the Duke, we chased the group of Burgundian cavalry all night and drove them into a dense forest fifteen miles northeast. But that group of bastards were too cunning and kept going in circles in the forest. I was afraid of being ambushed by the enemy, so I retreated with my brothers after killing seven or eight of the enemy's guys."
· As the knight spoke, he had already picked up the bleeding head in his hand, waiting for the master's praise and reward.
"Seven or eight guys were killed"
The Duke of Lombardy slowly raised his head, his tone unkind.
The knight stopped talking, his body trembled slightly, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, not daring to face the decisive and murderous leader of a country in front of him. The rest of the people in the tent were also silent and did not dare to come forward to give advice. They had no choice but to bow their heads and hope that bad luck would not befall them.
"Come here, take this unlucky bastard out and chop it down, and hang his dog's head at the entrance of the camp to show the public"
Soon, two iron guards with swords on their waists appeared outside the camp and inside the tent.
"No, Your Majesty the Duke, listen to me, don't kill me, no, don't, don't kill me. I swear in the name of God, I am absolutely loyal to you... Oh God, save me, save me, save your loyal servant. Oh God~" The knight fell to his knees with a plop, tears streaming down his face, and couldn't stop shouting, expecting the Lord's miracle to appear and save himself from fire and water.
Not long after, a scream came from outside the tent, which frightened everyone in the tent to look at each other. Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they did not even dare to make a sound, for fear that they would be the next to accept God's call.
The Duke of Lombardy never imagined that after spending his entire life in the military, he would now be targeted by those usually inconspicuous wild wolves. The Lombard lion couldn't stand it anymore and decided to slit the enemy's throat with his sharp sword.
"At noon tomorrow, the whole army will attack"