Chapter 711: Waiting for work
When more than two hundred riders passed through the wheat fields, they were less than two miles away from the northerners' rear camp.
At this time, a tall baron who was following Grant suddenly asked softly: "Lord Viscount, I always feel something is wrong~"
Grant spat out the grass roots in his mouth and turned his head. Smiling slightly, "I'm afraid your legs have been frightened by the northerners."
"Hahaha~"
The other aristocratic officers who were following Grant and sneaking behind him couldn't help laughing.
The tall baron ignored the ridicule of several people and continued: "Even though we are walking on little-known trails in dense mountains and forests, and there are sentries in front and behind to warn us at any time, it is too quiet along the way. Both sides should be on high alert at the moment. That's right, but the northerners' rear camp was surprisingly calm. We didn't even see their patrol team along the way~"
Grant did not answer, but what the tall baron just said made him suddenly alert.
"Command, everyone stop advancing!" Grant raised his right hand to signal the troops behind him to stop marching.
"Lord Viscount, what are you doing?" Another blond baron beside Grant asked in confusion.
"He is right, tonight is indeed too peaceful, it is better to be cautious."
The blond baron and the tall baron were both the leading barons under Grant. The tall baron was more cautious, while the blond baron mostly used his fists to deal with others. Hearing what Grant said, I felt a little unhappy.
"Then what should we do now?" The blond baron asked. "Most of the troops are standing still. It is not too late to send a small team to find out the situation in the enemy's camp before taking action."
"I will take people there!" The blond baron happily accepted the task.
Immediately, the blond baron and a dozen light cavalry broke away from the team and ran towards the Burgundian camp on the other side of the hill. Grant immediately dismounted and said, "The rest of you, rest where you are, and are not allowed to move around without permission, waiting for orders!"
"Yes, Lord Viscount!"
".-What a bunch of cowards. All that's left in the opponent's camp are just a group of working farmers. They can annihilate all those bastards in one round like slaughtering pigs and sheep!"
The blond baron riding in front complained in front of the knight.
"The Baron is absolutely right. If the Viscount had been as decisive as you in killing, we wouldn't have to hide those northerners like mice~" As the leading knight under the name of the blond Baron, this guy still flatters his Baron as always.
“The words coming out of your mouth still make me feel happy~” The blond baron glanced sideways at Qitu, and his mood instantly improved a lot.
Ask your men to chop off a few more enemy heads for me. I hope to take these northerners' heads to the palace and exchange them for the title of a viscount——"
"I am willing to serve you!" The leading knight beat his chest and lowered his head to show his loyalty.
"Okay!" The blond baron patted the knight on the shoulder, very satisfied. "Speed up, I want to see what those farmers are doing!"
""..-Quick, go back and report to Lord Kazak that there is a cavalry of more than ten people approaching the camp~"
"Okay, I'll go right away, be careful, don't be discovered by those bastards!"
"Don't worry~"
In a bush to the east of the camp, two secret sentries who had been waiting here were watching the only way to the camp not far away through the cover of the bushes.
When the cavalry team led by the blond baron passed here, they were already discovered by the two men.
One of them took a shortcut and ran towards the camp quickly, while the other stayed behind to monitor the opponent's subsequent large group of people.
For the sake of caution, Kazak arranged secret sentries at various intersections leading to the camp to monitor all movements around the camp day and night. Even the slightest disturbance cannot escape the eyes of these secret whistlers.
There are only two teams responsible for patrolling around the camp. Each team consists of five people and patrols half a mile outside the camp. In addition, Kazak also arranged special personnel to guard the checkpoints at various checkpoints to screen business travelers. Only manpower was not deployed on the mountain trails leading to the camp, and all checkpoints sent to these places in the past few days were even withdrawn, so that the Lombard cavalry could "smoothly" reach the rear camp of the legion.
It seems that everything is calm, but in fact there are many dangers hidden.
At this time, Kazak led his men to ambush heavy troops around the camp, intending to wait and wait for the Lombards.
At the rear camp, the marching tents previously set up on the hillside have long been dismantled. Nothing was left except the withered and yellow weeds.
At the entrance of the village below the hill, weed piles covered with tarpaulins were piled up densely. A considerable amount of shelled barley and rye were "left" around the grass piles.
In the camp, in addition to the simple wooden gate at the entrance where four soldiers wearing armor and holding spears stood guard, there were also two small teams of soldiers patrolling the camp full of "materials".
The camp is located to the east near the entrance of the village. Dozens of military tents are set up in a haphazard manner around it. These are the military tents where soldiers from the garrison camp rest. The miscellaneous soldiers and laborers of the Radiation Heavy Group who were originally supposed to be in these military tents were now hiding in the abandoned village behind the camp, responsible for guarding the military equipment.
At this time, except for the several piles of bonfires lit around the camp for lighting and heating, which made the sound of crackling carbon fires from time to time, there were only a few idle radiation soldiers sitting around the fire, drinking and betting on beans—·
"I say, guys, when those bastards rush in later, everyone needs to move faster and run up the hill immediately. If it's too late, your life will be in danger." A strong guy chewed peas in his mouth and gave a kind reminder.
"Don't worry, Lord Kazak is watching from the hillside, we can't die. Being able to drink wine around the campfire here is much better than huddled in the village guarding the supplies."
"Just, come, drink!"
Several people drank the low-quality malt liquor in the wine glasses and drank it down, and suddenly felt a warm current coming over their bodies.
“Here, fill it up!” A young officer from the Radiation Corps placed the wine glass on the wooden table. The guy next to him picked up the wine barrel and poured it into the glass in front of him until the golden ale escaped from the glass.
"Here, let's have one last drink." The young officer raised his glass and motioned for several people to drink together. "We can't get drunk, or we'll miss something~" Even though he was not enjoying himself, the young officer was still able to distinguish priorities.
After finishing the last glass of wine, the young officer glanced around at the subordinates sitting there and ordered: "You all remember, once our people rush down from the top of the mountain, we will rush with them. On weekdays, those benefits are all taken away by the soldiers, and our guys in the heavy duty team always get what they want." This time, no matter what, you have to cut off the heads of two Lombards and take them to the Chinese army to collect the reward! "Don't worry, squad leader, we won't embarrass you!" A sharp-mouthed radiant soldier clenched his fists and replied confidently.
"Keep your eyes open, your ears alert, and pay attention to what's going on outside the gate at all times~" the young officer said and glanced at the wooden door to the west.
"Don't worry, captain, we'll leave it to us~"
"These little bastards are really noisy, they are the most talkative in the whole camp."
On the southern hillside, Kazak pulled a handful of the grass that slipped behind him and muttered something in a low voice.
�� Come on, if I lie here all night covered with these shabby meadows, I will freeze to death~"
"Yes, the weather here is also weird. It's so hot during the day that I want to take off all my clothes, and at night I want to wrap myself up in a few bearskins."
“Hahaha~” Kazak almost laughed out loud and quickly covered his mouth. Then he said softly: "Tell the guys, rub your hands if it's too cold, but no one can move your butt for me. If exposed, military law will be initiated after the war!" The people around him whispered: "Master Kazak has an order. Keep this posture and don't move. If it's too cold, rub your hands. Anyone who violates the order will be subject to military law after the war." Soon, Kazak's order spread to the soldiers lurking under the meadow on the hillside.
Under the cover of night, more than a hundred elite soldiers lying on the hillside, relying on the perfect blend of the grass on their bodies and the surrounding weeds, remained motionless, watching the situation around the camp.
Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps behind everyone·
"Who!"
Kazak turned his body over in an instant, half of the long sword at his waist had been pulled out,
·"Master Kazak, it's me!" The secret whistle who ran back to report the news immediately raised his hands and replied in horror.
"What's the matter?" Kazak took back his sword and asked hurriedly.
"The Lombards sent a team of more than ten people, and they will arrive at our camp immediately."
"Isn't there more than two hundred people? Why~" Kazak was a little anxious after hearing this, and was speechless for a moment.
At this time, the soldiers on the side analyzed: "Could it be the sentry team of the Lombard cavalry, coming to explore the reality of our camp?"
"It's possible~ Hurry, everyone, stay hidden, the rabbit is about to enter the hole!"
After Kazak said this, he pulled the sentry over and covered him under the same meadow without moving.
After a while, the cavalry team appeared on a ridgeline five hundred steps away from the hillside. After dismounting, the group of people dismounted and slowly walked toward the camp.