Chapter 805 Stealing the beam and replacing the pillars
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"—This~ Lord Stephen, they had already occupied Arechis when we left. If the Burgundians set out to go north early this morning, I think they should not be far from here by this time. Otherwise, they have delayed their move north. Plan. "
Stephen shook his head and quickly denied, "No, they can't wait to march day and night to get to Milan as soon as possible. The only way to Milan is the one in front of us. Could it be that they have wings and flew over our heads? "
Stephen Rooney was puzzled.
Seeing that the sky would get dark soon, in order to find out the whereabouts of the Burgundians as soon as possible, Stephen Rooney decided to send a small team of cavalry to search southward along the trade road and make early preparations.
"Without further delay, immediately arrange for a team of cavalry to go out and look for traces of those guys~"
"Yes~" After hearing this, Arthur Delman turned around and left here.
After a while, the gate of the manor slowly opened, and seven cavalrymen, led by a small captain, walked slowly down the hillside carrying torches, dry food, drinking water and other supplies.
Stephen Rooney, who was still standing on the outer wall of the manor, sighed involuntarily as he looked at the cavalry team riding away towards the south.
At this time, there were less than two hours before dark, and he immediately turned around and left here, returned to the lord's mansion, and waited for the news brought back by the cavalry.
As the sun gradually sets towards the reddish hills in the west, the Amos Manor at dusk is gradually surrounded by charming golden color.
At the foot of the mountain, as the temperature gradually drops, the sound of insects comes from the wheat fields and mountains from time to time, making this manor far away from the towns and villages begin to become lively ====
Snap!
In the grass next to the slope of the commercial road, Ron slapped himself in the face, turning a mosquito that greedily sucked the blood from his face into a pile of minced meat.
"Damn it!"
Looking at the sticky blood, Ron stretched out his palm and wiped it back and forth on the grass several times.
Not far away, Art was leaning on the pile of rocks behind him, closing his eyes and concentrating. The mosquitoes that kept buzzing in his ears made him reach out his hand to drive them away from time to time.
On both sides of the commercial road, thousands of soldiers sat on the ground, enjoying a rare moment of rest.
In the dense forest not far away, Jason, the captain of the crossbow company, and several subordinates who were hunters, were carrying a few hares and running happily towards the place where the army was resting.
A moment ago, at the corner of the commercial road less than two miles away from Amos Manor, Art issued an order for the entire army to stop advancing and called back the flag team of Weitz Company who was exploring the road ahead.
Because the manor is located on a high ground, a hasty attack in broad daylight will definitely cause greater damage. Once the defenders inside block the only entrance, it will definitely delay the legion's plan to move north as a whole.
Hence, Art planned to take action after dark and capture Amos Manor in one go.
——Sir, we are back!
In a daze, Art was awakened by Jason and others who returned. Opening his eyes and looking at the fat hares on the ground, Art suddenly became interested.
"Ha! Jason, you boy, you have a good harvest!" Art picked up the hare and weighed it. The scene of hunting alone in the valley many years ago was still vivid in his mind.
"Thank you, sir~" As he spoke, Dawson had already pulled out the short knife from his waist and cut the fur on the hare's abdomen.
Soon, a temporary stove made of stones was ready. Several soldiers collected some piles of dry firewood from the surrounding woods, took out the kindling they carried and lit the dead branches. As a crackling sound came, the firewood in the stove began to burn violently.
I saw Dawson slashing the hare's limbs and ankles, breaking off the soles of its feet and throwing them into the fire. With a stabbing sound, he stretched out his hand to take out the internal organs from the hare's belly and threw it under the tree roots aside. He peeled off the fur, inserted it into the branches cut into sharp thorns, and put it on a place not far from the fire to roast.
Soon, the scent of the hare attracted Odo, Angus and others.
As soon as everyone gathered around the fire, the army outpost hurried towards everyone.
「Sir~」
Art glanced in the direction the outpost was running from, and then stood up.
"Report to your lord, we caught a few cavalrymen who came out from Amos Manor to patrol the sentry!"
At the corners of his mouth raised, he said excitedly: "Great, you can get whatever you want. Bring them here!"
"Yes!" The outpost turned around and ran down the slope.
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After a while, a dozen soldiers from Colin's company escorted eight tied up Lombard cavalry.
"Kneel down!" Colin, the company captain who was following several prisoners, shouted at them. The soldier responsible for escorting them kicked these guys hard on the knees, causing them to kneel to the ground instantly.
The fiercely burning fire crackled from time to time, and the splashing sparks scared the two Lombard cavalrymen and hurriedly took cover.
Matt looked these guys up and down, but was not in a hurry to interrogate them.
Looking at the blood stains on the face of one of the Lombard soldiers that was about to solidify, Art raised his head and asked Colin: "What? This guy has started fighting with your guys?"
Colin took two steps forward and explained: "Your Excellency, you don't know, this bastard was stopped by us in the business. After tripping on the hemp rope on the road, he stood up and rushed towards one of my men with his sword, slashing his arm. Fortunately, others rushed forward and pushed him to the ground, so that he could not run away. "
"Did anyone run away?" Art asked again.
"Come back to my lord, there are eight of you, not less than one, and they are all here.
Matt took two steps forward and circled around a few Lombard soldiers. He turned to Colin and said, "Very good! I will individually credit your soldiers who participated in the ambush with an additional reward of one hundred pfennigs!"
· After hearing this, Colin hurriedly thanked, "Thank you, sir!"
· "Okay, take them down and hand them over to the task force guys, and pry out what I want from their mouths!"
Matt looked at the hare that was sizzling and oily on the charcoal fire, and a plan that could easily allow the guards of Amos Manor to open the door gradually emerged in his mind.
When Art was lost in thought, Angus beside him couldn't bear his temper and hurriedly urged: "Jason, don't just focus on the barbecue, sprinkle some coarse salt on it!"
Att blinked, glanced at the fragrant roasted rabbit and swallowed. Water. "Jason, don't forget to send one to the mercenary leader Gray Wolf and Master Comor~"
"Okay, sir."
"Ron!" Art looked around and didn't see Ron.
"Ron!"
At this moment, Ron, who was huddled in the grass, suddenly woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and hurriedly ran towards Art.
"Sir~"
At ordered: "Go and call Lusignan over immediately."
"Yes, sir~" Ron didn't forget to glance at the hare roasting on the fire as he left.
At this time, Jason took a roasted rabbit from the fire and handed it to Art, and then handed the other two roasted rabbits to Angus and Odo respectively.
When Ron came here with Lusignan, the captain of the cavalry company, several people were already eating with their mouths full of oil.
"My lord, you are looking for me!" Lusignan glanced at the roast rabbit that Art was tearing into and couldn't help but swallowed.
"Sit down and talk!" Art said and pulled off a rabbit leg and handed it to Lusignan, then picked up the wine bag on the side and poured two ounces into his mouth.
"The guys from Colin's company captured eight Lombard cavalrymen. When you go back, you will select eight guys who can speak Lombardy for me. Wait for my orders then!"
Before Lusignan could answer, Angus, who was sitting aside and tearing apart rabbit meat, came over and said, "Hey, hey, sir, I knew you would do this to them, so why don't you let me take the lead~"
At first Pushing Angus away, he mocked: "Sergeant, do you speak Lombard? Do you use a long sword? Which of the Lombard cavalry is closer to you in stature?"
After asking three times in a row, Angus couldn't help but widen his eyes and retreated silently.
Matt glanced at Angus and said to Lusignan in a serious tone: "Unfortunately, Rejek died in the battle at Arechisburg. Now the cavalry company is not only missing a company deputy commander, but its morale is also greatly affected. Please pay more attention during this time~"
After hearing this, Lusignan suddenly felt a soreness in his nose, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.
Matt patted Lusignan heavily on the shoulder, picked up the wine bread on the ground and handed it to him, and said solemnly: "You are not to blame for Reyek's death. Remember, you must improve the morale of the cavalry company for me in the shortest possible time! Tonight, I give this opportunity to you, if we can't win the Amos Manor~"
"I am willing to be punished!" Lusignan suddenly raised his head and looked at Art firmly.
Matt breathed a heavy sigh of relief and nodded with satisfaction.
Hence, Lusignan turned and left, walking with heavy steps towards the cavalry company's station.
At this time, the regiment commander Odo who had been silent sitting next to him whispered: "Sir, Reyek's death has indeed greatly affected the morale of the cavalry company. Doesn't it seem a little hasty for you to entrust such an important task to them?" You must be ready to go into battle to kill the enemy at any time. The enemy will not give them time to heal their inner pain, and charging into battle is the best medicine! He lowered his head. He had to admit that the way he looked at the problem was somewhat womanly.
Noticing Odo's somewhat disappointed mood, Art picked up the wine bread and handed it to him.
"Sir, I~"
Matt interrupted him and comforted him: "I understand! But you have to remember that as a high-ranking officer of the legion, you must be soft when you should be soft when you treat your soldiers, and you must be tough when you should be tough!"
Otto swallowed the bitterness in his heart and nodded repeatedly.