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“What happened”
In the Guards camp, dozens of patrol soldiers with torches and spears were running quickly towards the west gate of the camp. The fire was shaking violently like a swimming dragon. The sentry in charge of guarding the camp suddenly became restless, and his eyes scanned everything outside the camp gate. The torches used for lighting around the camp were also lit in sequence to prevent enemy night attacks.
As a powerful royal army, in addition to its combat capabilities that cannot be underestimated, its vigilance and discipline are also unmatched by ordinary armies. The movement that just came from outside the west gate had reached Flanders's ears in the blink of an eye. After many years of marching and fighting, and with the monarch personally holding the battle, the Guards were always prepared for war, in an orderly manner, and everything was carried out in accordance with wartime regulations. If it were not an urgent military situation, Flanders would not take action personally. The war was about to begin, and the already noisy camp was now a little more chaotic.
"These bastards, in the middle of the night, are so damn careless, interrupting the master's sweet dream." A guy with black hair, thick eyebrows and small eyes stood up from the carriage he was leaning on. The hands folded on his chest were placed on the broad sword at his waist the moment he opened his eyes. He turned around and looked at the three four-wheeled iron carriages behind him, then pulled off the tarpaulin to cover the half-peeled white skull. He lifted the black burqa along the collar. During this moment, his eyes had already glanced around. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he immediately leaned on the carriage again.
"Needless to say, it must be the big men of the Guards who are playing tricks on those southern monkeys on horseback~" Another guy standing three or five steps away from the man with thick eyebrows and small eyes agreed casually, and then stuffed a handful of peas into his mouth and chewed them loudly.
The man with thick eyebrows and small eyes glanced at him. His sweet dream was disturbed. He was angry and complained loudly, "Hey, man, can you eat less of that stuff all day long? You are not afraid of farting too much and burning yourself to death. Let me tell you, you..."
Poof~
A loud fart interrupted the conversation.
「哈哈哈……」
「哈哈哈……」
周边看热闹的几个同伴忍不住大笑起来。 The guy who was chewing peas had a look of disdain on his face. He stuffed the beans that had just been handed to his mouth into his mouth and gouged out everyone present.
“What are you laughing at?”
Who”
This sudden voice interrupted everyone's laughter. In the blink of an eye, the eight guys around the three carriages immediately pulled out the broad swords at their waists, and almost simultaneously turned their eight pairs of eyes to the tent more than thirty steps away to the south.
The people were attentive and calm, never leaving the three iron-clad carriages beside them.
After standing for a long time, on the left side of the south camp, a young man wearing cowhide boots, wearing half a chainmail, and holding a stainless steel knight's sword in his left hand walked slowly towards a few people. The diagonal scar on the face is particularly conspicuous under the light of the torch at the camp entrance on the left front. It is a trace left by years of fighting on the battlefield.
By the light of the fire, several people finally saw clearly the appearance of the person coming.
「Lord Ron」
The man with thick eyebrows and small eyes blurted out, wiped a thin layer of sweat from his palms on his trouser legs, and stepped forward to meet her. "Sir Ron, why are you here?"
Ron did not respond and walked straight towards the three carriages covered with oilcloth.
Looking at Ron circling the carriage, the guys guarding the carriage looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on Ron.
Ron walked around the carriage, pulling the oilcloth from time to time to cover the corner of the carriage that was leaking out. He tugged on the special stainless steel locks that locked the carriage, for fear that something inside would be missing. He bent down and looked around, patting the iron-inlaid wheels with his hands from time to time to ensure that the carriage was in good condition.
After a while, returning to the starting point, Ron waved to several people to gather around. After looking around, he lowered his voice and said, "Remember, no one is allowed to come near except with the permission of the Earl, and anyone who disobeys the order," Ron looked around at his subordinates, stretched out his palm and made a slashing motion, "Kill"
"Yes"
Everyone answered at the same time.
"Especially the members of the Guards, you must pay more attention. Ron said the word "Guards" very seriously, and several people around him also understood it. As witnesses to the incident at the watchtower in Tyniec County City that night, the eight people who were responsible for the Guards' trump card and were affiliated with the Earl's Guard knew that they had a heavy responsibility and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.
“Sir Ron, don’t worry.” A tall blond guy echoed. "Our people are arranged around the camp. The soldiers don't take off their armor at night, keep their hands on their swords, and sleep with one eye open. Both open and hidden sentries are well arranged. Once we encounter the police, we will act according to the prior agreement."
Ron nodded lightly and patted the captain of the Earl's Guard who was responsible for the escort mission.
"Besides," Ron raised his head and glanced at the dark night sky, "The weather in the Southern Continent is changeable, so these things must not be soaked by rain, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
"Don't worry, the guys have already taken care of it when they set off. Even if it rains all the time, the things inside will never get damp." The team leader assured, patting his chest.
"Brothers, this battle is the decisive battle. After the war, I will personally ask for credit from Lord Earl for you." A smile appeared on his face.
As Art's Earl Guard, these guys each possess unique skills - fighting, riding and shooting, assassination, poisoning, and tracking. They can be said to be the crouching tiger, hidden dragon in the Welsh Legion. In the eyes of outsiders, being a member of the Earl's Guard is an extremely honorable thing. But this also means that the soldiers of the Earl's Guard cannot achieve military merit by killing enemies on the battlefield like ordinary soldiers, and accumulate the capital to gain promotions and titles.
Due to the special nature of the mission, the Earl's Guard mainly performs the task of protecting Art, and also takes into account conveying military information and carrying out certain shady activities. As a result, soldiers in the Earl's Guard have limited paths for advancement. But as Ron was Art's personal bodyguard and had followed Art for many years, his words still held some weight.
Under Art's influence, Ron gradually learned to use military exploits to win people's hearts and appease his men.
After saying that, Ron walked quickly towards the west gate. At this time, Art was already standing on the sentry tower more than a hundred steps away from the west gate. The four members of the Earl's Guard beside him were holding swords and shields, fully armed, standing on both sides, always paying attention to the surrounding situation. Not far away, a monkey trick was being performed at the west gate of the Guards Corps barracks. At this time, it was less than six hours before dawn. The battlefield before the decisive battle should have been peaceful, but here, it was completely the opposite...
As a conspirator, the battle plan drawn up by Art has begun to be implemented, starting from the west gate of this humble camp.
A conspiracy is gradually unfolding...