When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 880 Original

After learning the news of the encounter with the sentinels, Bryson had no time to lament, "The Holy Father wants to kill me, and it's not the sin of fighting," and he had to set off overnight.

If you don't leave overnight, you will be caught.

If the sentinel hadn't been there, their itinerary would not have been like this.

According to the normal itinerary, we should be able to sneak up the mountain from the foot of the mountain in a different direction tomorrow morning to meet up with our friendly forces.

But if we kill the sentry now, according to the patrol frequency of the Border Knights, they should be discovered in about an hour or two.

If Bryson and his gang were still nearby at that time, they would definitely be caught in one fell swoop.

As for going back, that's even more impossible.

During the fierce mountain offensive and defensive battles in the past few days, several passable mountain roads were guarded by border knights.

The situation was urgent and there was no other option but to risk marching at night.

The will of the mountain people is indeed stronger than that of the people of the plains. I'm not praising the mountain people.

After fighting for a whole morning and marching on mountain roads for a whole afternoon, this group of people were still able to muster up the energy to march at night.

It’s just a pity that among this group of people, no one has ever learned to be a tour guide.

During the day, I could use a telescope to find the way, but now I can only move forward with a vague sense of direction.

The night was filled with dark clouds and the forest was even darker. They did not dare to light torches and could only move forward in the dark.

There were rustling sounds in the jungle, mixed in with the shadows, and there was bottomless darkness on all sides.

He bit the stick in his mouth and lightened his steps, but at the same time he couldn't slow down.

You can't make too much noise, you can't fall down, and you can't fall behind.

Because no one will wait for you.

The people behind have to hold on to the shoulders of those in front and move forward one step deep and one step shallow.

As for the duo walking in the front, it is still Lalor and Farkash.

Not only did the two of them have to determine the direction in the dark, they also had to accurately predict the patrols of the Border Knights and lead the team around them.

It seems that because of the death of the sentry, the number of patrols tonight is unusually large and the frequency is unusually high.

During this period, they encountered patrols several times, but fortunately they managed to escape danger each time and nothing like what happened to the sentry before happened again.

Maybe they had entered the Holy Alliance-controlled area, as there were very few patrols behind them.

By dawn, it was almost impossible to meet him.

After daybreak, although no one knew where they were, at least they had escaped from their pursuers.

In a valley, Lalor and other soldiers, who had been tired after a whole day, almost fell asleep immediately.

Instead, Bryson chewed some coffee and herbs, and forced himself to organize people to investigate in all directions.

It was around noon when Lalor woke up.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw Bryson's big face with red eyes staring at him.

"Lalor, Lalor." Bryson stared at him, as if he wanted to see some miracle from him.

Lalor, who was still yawning, suddenly perked up: "What are you talking about, Brother Bryson?"

Bryson didn't say anything, but just grabbed Lalor's sleeve and pulled him to a slope.

Lalor was pressed to the ground by Bryson, and the two of them crawled to the top of the slope together.

Looking north between the stems of cornflowers and sunflowers, Bryson's previously distracted gaze suddenly became focused.

At the bottom of the slope, less than 200 meters away, is a lord’s ranch at the foot of Muzhong Mountain.

The black flag representing the Border Knights fluttered in the wind, and a thrush perched on the flagpole, chirping sharply.

Tents, bundles of hay, bags of food and spoils were piled up here. The vast grassland was now crowded with war horses.

Judging from the current size of this ranch, the number of war horses here is no less than three thousand!

He blinked hard, picked away the eye mucus from the corner of his eye, and then lowered his voice and asked, "What is this? Why are there so many war horses?"

Bryson arrived earlier than Lalor and had already figured it out by now: "You forgot, whether it's attacking Laden Castle or Dusk Bell Mountain, these Marcos can't go up!"

Lalor understood immediately.

The knights usually dismounted and fought on foot, and the sergeants also had to push the carts and dig the soil.

The war horses of these knights naturally had to be placed in the rear for fostering, thus forming this large war horse camp.

"I asked." Bryson's voice was filled with excitement. "More than half of us can ride horses, almost two to one horse."

"You mean, we steal the horses and run away?"

"Yes." Bryson nodded. "There are still many rangers and dragoons outside. There are also defenders of the Holy Father Church among the shepherds. Let's go and join them."

"This should be their logistics camp, right? Wouldn't they send heavy troops to guard it?"

Bryson shook his finger arrogantly: "I sent people to investigate. There are less than 500 people in the entire camp. Most of them are farmers. There are very few sergeants. Guess how many knights we found here?"

"several?"

"There is only a seriously injured knight with a broken leg."

"Is the defense so weak?" Lalor couldn't hold it in any longer. "This is the camp where the war horses are placed!"

But after thinking about it, Lalor understood again.

Where is this? Behind the defense line that the Guards had set up earlier.

They finally captured this line of defense and naturally relaxed their vigilance as they were in the rear.

Who could have thought that Lalor would go down the mountain first and then go up the mountain, walking aimlessly at night and ending up next to the logistics camp.

However, the Border Knights have several such logistics camps.

However, this camp is mainly used to house horses, so there are a lot of horses.

The battle line has been tense these days, so I guess the other knights in charge of administration in the rear have already been transferred to the front line.

"Are you sure that's all?"

"We are still investigating to make sure everything is safe." Bryson couldn't contain his joy at escaping. "Besides, we only have so many people. We can escape at night without a direct confrontation.

If we act quickly, and with the blessing of the Holy Father, and if we are lucky, maybe they won’t even realize it…”

Listening to Bryson's mumbling and facing the fresh morning breeze, Lalor suddenly stopped talking.

He looked at the camp for three minutes before turning his head and saying to Bryson, "Do you want to try something big?"

"What's big?"

"If we fail, we'll all die here." Lalor gritted his teeth, "If this succeeds, you can go to the Holy Court, and I won't have to worry about my daughter not being able to get married for the rest of my life!"

"…………Forehead."

"Two, two hero medals!"

"…………Um--"

"Simen monks, exorcist monks, even apostolic monks!"

Bryson was like a stuck clock. Although there was still a clicking sound, his body was motionless.

"Just give me one word, will you do it?!"

(End of this chapter)