When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 795: Grab the Tongue Grab the Tongue

Kaler hurriedly ate some cold bread and sausage, then followed the centurion to the bridge at the south end of the moat.

He chatted with Captain Bai all the way and only then did he know what had happened.

The reinforcements sent by His Majesty the Saint Sun to Xia Lu City have finally arrived and will reach Suimi Town tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

The rangers led by Colebour, deputy commander of the Holy Grail Cavalry, arrived at Xialu City in the afternoon and planned to survey the terrain and capture a few suspects for questioning tonight.

Taking the thumb clip from the captain's hand and putting it in his pocket, Kaler was curious: "Isn't Suimi Town occupied by the Leia people? I thought they would enter the city directly."

"Your job is to obey orders. It's not your turn to consider these things." Captain Bai glared at him, then dragged him to the stable and chose a docile riding horse for him.

Leading the stallion, Kaler climbed up the triangular fort, walked onto the outer wall from the suspension bridge on the top of the fort, and then walked along the outer wall to the open space overlooking the river.

Seven or eight tongue-catching teams were waiting there, and Kaler was lucky enough to be assigned to work under Colebo.

"I've seen you before. You're the brother-in-law of someone. Which cocktail party were you at last time?"

Coleb even knew the young man, but he couldn't remember his name.

"Greetings, Lord Colebour, I am Calle Hans, and Grosien Lazo is my brother-in-law."

"Oh, yes, your brother-in-law is fighting for us on the logistics battlefield, and you are fighting for us on the front line. You are both good citizens of Qianhe Valley."

Colebour's grip was so strong that it hurt Kaler's shoulder.

When everyone was gathered, Colebo called several people from his team together.

They gathered around the campfire, talking to each other.

The so-called catching tongues means that a team of 6 to 12 people will capture enemy officers, messengers or sentries at night to obtain the latest intelligence.

After a few soldiers briefly explained the situation, everyone turned their attention to the local man Kaler.

They were looking for reliable local soldiers who could ride horses and were not night blind, just for the intelligence advantage.

"I do know a place." Pointing at the simple map, Kaler took the initiative to speak, "Their camp is too far forward, and the water source is too far from the camp.

Many cavalry officers or messengers who were in a hurry would take their horses to drink water from the stream nearby because they found it troublesome.

This place is less than 500 meters away from the moat. If you are lucky, you might meet one or two unlucky people. "

After asking around, Colebour finally chose Kaler's proposal.

Kaler is the son of a knight and his background is not clean, but he has a second-class Rust River Medal.

He only has his sister as a relative, and his entire life and property are tied to the Holy Alliance, so the probability of her betrayal is extremely small.

"Okay, then go to this stream and divide into three teams. Remember to use bird whistles to notify each other."

"understand!"

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The spotted horse lowered its head and drank the cold river water with its tongue.

From time to time, it would snort and spray saliva onto Debrook's pants.

Stroking the horse's mane, he looked up at the moon hanging in the deep blue sky.

When the moonlight shone on Debrook's face, he suddenly felt a little homesick.

He had never been home since he was drafted as an armed peasant three years ago.

Relying on his father's connections, he became a messenger.

You don't have to go to the battlefield to fight those magics, but you have to run around in the cold wind.

It took him three full years to travel from River Island to Dawn Island, then to the Garden of Thorns and then to the Thousand River Valley.

He just received a letter from home yesterday. His child was born at the end of last year, but he didn't even get to see him.

"What should I name this child?" Debruk muttered to himself, staring at the river. "Pierre? Hank? Tomar?"

Just as he was trying hard to recall the names of the saints and trying to give the child a good name, he heard a noise.

Frowning and glancing at the bushes in the distance, Debrook put his right hand on the saddle.

"Who's there?"

"Swish!" Something flew through the air, and Debrook immediately drew out his sword to defend himself. But when he saw the three round leather-like objects fall at his feet, he couldn't help but yell "Not good!"

For a moment, he only heard a "click", followed by a sharp pain in his brain, and he lost consciousness.

It seemed like a moment had passed, but also like a long time. When he gradually regained consciousness from the tinnitus, a bucket of snow water was poured on his head.

"Rebels, you will go to hell." Debrook roared immediately after waking up.

But just as he said this, he was slapped hard in the face.

"Be honest." Pinching Debrook's chin, Colable forced his face to turn toward him, "I ask, you answer. Have you seen the captain of the royal guard, Lavr, in the past few days?"

"Don't even think about it. I won't say anything."

"Bring me the thumb clip."

"I haven't seen it. He used to give orders personally, but recently it's been a few earls from Dawn Island."

"How many more decrees are there?"

"Two more."

"Do you know where the rest went?"

"do not know."

Kahler very tactfully handed over the thumb clamp, and Colebour inserted Debrook's thumb into the clamp.

"Ah... I don't know... I really don't know... I'm telling the truth... Ah... They went to the north!"

"Is there any evidence? How did you know?"

"There is no evidence, because I really don't know, I'm just guessing...ah——"

Standing up in front of Debrook who had fainted from the pain, Colebour raised his chin towards his men.

The cavalryman grabbed Debrook by the collar, tied his arms and ankles with leather ropes, and threw him onto the saddle.

"Let's go."

The moonlight dyed the snow into a mercury color. The pine needles were covered with crystal-like ice edges, and you could even hear the sound of them melting with a crackling sound.

The horse behind him whinnied and coquettishly put its muzzle under Kaler's armpit to keep warm.

Scratching the horse's chin (the area between the eyes and the lips), Kaler stared at Colebo's thoughtful back in front of him.

After pondering for a long time, he took two quick steps and caught up with the senior officer who led the charge: "Sir Colable, how did you know that the Imperial Order Company had left?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because when you interrogated the orderly, you asked, 'How many companies are there?' instead of 'How many are there?'"

Colebour paused imperceptibly and said, "You are different from your brother-in-law. You are a smart person. After the war, I will recommend you to the Saint Danji Military Academy."

Kaler wanted to ask more, but the other soldiers behind him put their arms around his shoulders and pulled him back with a smile.

If he continued to ask questions and annoyed Colebo, he would definitely be whipped twice.

Colebo looked back at Kaler who was surrounded by other soldiers and lowered his eyelids.

Although Kaler is smart, he is young and has a rather silly vibe.

Two of the 12 Imperial Order Companies remained near the city of Xialu, while the main force led by Lavl went elsewhere.

What the messenger said was correct. It was most likely that he went to the north.

As for why they dared to divide their troops, Colebo guessed that it was because the army of the Osra family was about to arrive.

At present, there are still 20,000 to 30,000 vassal troops in front of Xia Lu City. Together with the more than 10,000 soldiers of the Osra family, they will soon be able to replenish nearly 50,000.

As for the pace of the Osra family army, according to intelligence from the Fran side and the guards ambushed in Hotam County, it is expected to arrive in five or six days.

Five days, this is the last window period.

The moon was obscured by passing gray clouds, hiding the soldiers leading their horses as they marched across the snow.

When the gray clouds drifted away in the cold wind, all that remained under the moonlight was the footprints of a horse's hoof and a leather boot in the loose snow.

(The thumb clip is shown in the picture.)
(End of this chapter)