When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 879 Mountain

The shouts of killing echoed in the distant valley, with the sound of drums and trumpets rising and falling.

As for the whistling of the holy wind, the roar of the holy thunder, and the clanging sounds of horses' hooves colliding with weapons, they never stopped for a moment.

The fierce attack five days ago came to an abrupt end after the defeat of Stenstock and others.

Seeing that the raid was unsuccessful, the border knights obediently began to dig holes and fill them with soil.

The shield cart stopped at the edge of the trench. The captured civilians had sweat and dirt on their faces. They threw the bags of earth into the trench with tears in their eyes and gritted their teeth.

Waves of arrows rained down from inside the breastwork, and dozens of civilians were hit by arrows at any one time. They rolled on the ground crying, covering their arms and thighs.

But after they were transported to the rear and the arrows were removed, the monks used a magic spell to stop the pain and bleeding, and then they had to go back to the front line.

In the area from Ladenburg to Salt Flats, the Centaurs continued their old business.

They galloped across the plains, broke into shepherd villages or settlements, and drove both people and sheep towards Ladenburg.

Currently, the ones pushing carts to fill soil and dig holes are basically these poor shepherds.

All they could get was an empty promise: if each person carried ten bags of soil every day, they would have food to eat, and if they could carry it for three consecutive days, they would be allowed to leave.

This is all they can hope for.

Seeing those numb and desperate shepherds, Lalor felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

"Did you see it clearly? What happened?" Farkash asked with sweat on his forehead, carrying his companion on his shoulders.

Holding a telescope, Lalor, who was sitting on his shoulder, did not speak, but just continued to look at the battlefield.

Almost half a minute later, he patted Farkash on the shoulder and said, "Put me down. This wave of attack is over. Those dog knights have not come up from the west mountain road."

Farkash Mushadore, relieved to hear this, squatted down and let Lalor come down.

Lalor lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Farkash couldn't help but laugh.

"Laugh, what a joke." Lalor patted the leaves and mud on his butt in annoyance.

Compared to the skinny Lalor before, he is now much stronger.

"If we confirm that he hasn't come up, we'll go back and report it."

"Let's go."

Walking through the bushes and grass, Lalor was extremely careful, fearing that he would be caught by the church's dog soldiers.

A month ago, Lalor would never have thought that after old Laffer voluntarily joined the army, he would also be forced to join the army.

Originally, he joined the local crusade under Bryson's introduction.

But he didn't expect that when he came to Ladenburg to deliver food, he would encounter a big battle and stayed there for inexplicably.

I had originally thought that one of the brothers would take care of the family while the other would fight on the battlefield, but I didn't expect that in the end both of them would go to the battlefield, and the family had to be left to little Laffer.

That child doesn't seem reliable, and I don't know if he can take on this responsibility.

Shaking their heads to get rid of these distracting thoughts, the two walked side by side, quickly moving through the pine forest and bushes, and came to a rock wall with an angle of nearly 80 degrees.

Pulling the rope from the vines, the two quickly climbed to the top of the slope without any protective measures.

Compared with the silence on the other side, the top of the slope is extremely lively.

There were dozens of soldiers in front of me, some were lying on the hard rocks and snoring, some were lighting a campfire and stewing soup, and some were sitting around playing cards.

But in terms of liveliness, this rock top is far less lively than the other side of the mountain.

As soon as Lalor climbed to the top of the rock, he heard continuous war shouts and commands.

As soon as he stuck his head out, an arrow flew over and stuck into the green grass, almost piercing his foot. He was so frightened that he almost fell down again.

Looking up, on the edge of the rock top, there were dozens more Thousand River Valley villagers drawing their bows and arrows.

Through the shoulders of the mountain people, you can see the border knights moving on the opposite mountain road about fifty or sixty meters away.

On a mountain path that can only accommodate three people, a team of border knights are moving forward with gritted teeth.

The lions embroidered with gold thread had long since been stained gray by mud and sewage, and the knights' brocade robes had been torn into tassels.

On one side is a knife-like limestone wall, and on the other side is a deep valley shrouded by fog.

But these are nothing. The most terrifying things are the crossbow arrows shot from both sides and the logs and stones rolling down the cliff.

For the people of Qianhe Valley on the top of the mountain, shooting with arrows is a very simple matter.

Almost all the mountain dwellers know how to shoot arrows. In mountainous counties where recreational activities are scarce, archery is an indispensable part of the daily life of most of the mountain dwellers.

Each arrow or crossbow bolt accurately penetrated the weak points of the armor instead of being bounced off. Unfortunately, most of these border knights wore armored clothes with silk linings, and most arrows could not make a nail-sized hole in their bodies.

This resulted in most of the border knights being pricked like hedgehogs, but they were still able to move forward steadily against the rolling stones and logs.

Seeing Lalor return, the nominal captain of the team, Bryson, came forward with a frown and asked, "How is it, can you pass?"

"We didn't see any enemies on the mountain path on the west side. The friendly forces on the opposite side are attracting attention. We can go down the mountain first and then go back up the mountain."

"Is it possible?" Bryson's face became even more bitter. "Our guide just died. Are you sure this road is passable?"

"What if we don't leave?" Lalor said bluntly, "The dog knight's encirclement is getting smaller and smaller. If we continue to wait, we will die."

Lalor didn't want to die here, he still wanted to see his daughter get married.

Two days ago, due to the sudden attack by the Dog Knights, not only did their team leader die tragically, but they also lost contact with the main force and entered the encirclement area of ​​the Border Knights.

If you don't take this opportunity, you will just have to wait for death.

Bryson swallowed when he heard Lalor's words.

I originally just came here to brush up my qualifications, but how did I end up risking my life?

Thinking of the legendary tortures of the Inquisition, Bryson couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Send a signal to the other side of the mountain, and we'll move immediately." Bryson was also ruthless. Since the decision was made, he would execute it directly.

After the decision was made, four investigation teams consisting of two people each conducted investigations in the front, back, left and right directions.

Hundreds of soldiers quickly packed up and headed down the mountain along the predetermined route.

As the saying goes, "A horse will die if it is run too high", and it is also said that it is easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. A seemingly short journey actually takes longer than expected.

By the time they really approached the foot of the mountain, it was almost evening.

Fortunately, we didn’t encounter any dog ​​knights along the way.

Lalor couldn't help but marvel at the ingenuity of the craftsmen of the Holy See. Who researched this thing called a telescope that could see farther?
As the vanguard reconnaissance team, Lalor and Farkash lay behind the bushes, but they missed the telescope very much.

It was dark at this moment, and one could even see the tents of the border knights not far away.

It’s a pity that the telescope was taken away, otherwise he would be able to see the movements of these dog knights.

After figuring out the way ahead, Lalor and Farkash drew a simple map and prepared to return.

But just as Farkash made a move, he was pulled back by Lalor.

"Shh..." Lalor raised a finger to his mouth and pointed to the shadow not far away.

The firelight flickered, and a peasant soldier in a linen robe was walking towards us with a torch in his hand and a bored look on his face.

Don't come over here, don't come over here!
All the muscles in Lalor's body were tense, and he could only pray continuously in his heart.

But contrary to expectations, the patrolling sentry still walked straight towards Lalor.

"Who? Who's there? Password!" It was dusk, and the shadows in the pine forest were intertwined, making it dark and unclear, so the soldier had to hold up the torch high.

But just as the light shone towards the bushes, a dark shadow suddenly pounced over.

With a ferocious look on his face, Lalor's forehead hit the tall sentry's nose hard, and blood spurted out of his nose immediately.

The two men immediately rolled into a ball, and the sentry's torch flew to the side.

After the initial dizziness and panic, the sentry immediately drew his dagger and fought back.

But Lalor, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, kicked the dagger at his waist away.

However, as soon as his eyes were away for a moment, the sentry bit Lalor's hand that was covering his mouth.

His eyes were wrinkled in pain, but Lalor didn't dare to utter a cry of pain.

Instead, the sentry was overjoyed and opened his mouth wide as if ready to shout.

Unfortunately, the moment he opened his mouth, he saw a young mountaineer with a horrified look on his face holding up a stone as big as a human head.

“Pah—sizzle—”

Looking at the strange sentry with his head deflated and his brains all over the ground.

Lalor and Farkash looked at each other, but there was no joy in their eyes.

It was fortunate that the sentry did not pass on the message, but if a long time passed and the sentry did not return to the camp, the knights would definitely be alert.

Farkash wiped his hands with the bark of a tree. "What should I do?"

"I'll take care of the body, you go and notify Bryson." Holding the body under the armpits, Lalor smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid we'll have to walk at night."

(End of this chapter)