I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 132: Luring the Enemy (55)

Although the linen was not yet completely woven, more than a dozen sacks were purchased.

In front of the wooden fortress, the burly Ryan was carrying round sacks, which were stacked tightly on the donkey cart.

In the distance, there was a mule chewing feed, and the cart behind it also built a small hill.

Ryan took the rattan rope and tied it tightly around the car body. He patted the sack at the rear of the car and nodded with satisfaction when he saw that it met his requirements.

He turned to look at Hans who was carrying things nearby and whispered, "Hurry up, the master is waiting!"

"I know," Hans muttered.

In the entire manor, only Luke can fully command him, and Ryan can barely be considered half.

At this time, Hans was wearing armor and carrying three sacks on his shoulders, walking briskly.

Not far away, Jill, Paul, Robert and the two serfs who had been punished were all struggling to carry the things.

Seeing that nothing serious was happening, Ryan turned and entered the wooden fort. Luc was sitting at the gray meeting table, solemnly instructing Old Eck: "Remember to shut the fence gate tightly after I leave. No one is allowed to leave unless I come back in person. I will ask Brother Hugo to come back and help you calm the people down."

"Also, I'll leave Robert to you. Although he's a bit of a coward, he can still help maintain discipline."

Old Ike's face was solemn and he kept nodding.

After hearing this, the weathered old man hesitated and said worriedly, "Sir, are you really going to do this? Isn't it too risky?"

"I know what you're afraid of, but I promise you, I'll be fine."

Old Eck wanted to say more, but Ryan had already walked in. Seeing him, Luc said no more and stood up immediately. Old Eck could only help Luc put on the chain mail.

Luc's outfit was nothing short of luxurious.

Pot armor, steel sword and kite shield.

As they walked out of the Knight's Castle with Duce, two trucks were ready. Including the driver, six people stood in a row in uneven positions, waiting for Luc to inspect them.

Ryan held a knight's sword in his hand, wore leather armor, carried another kite-shaped shield on his back, and had a butcher knife on his waist, looking energetic.

Hans held a heavy mace in one hand and a Viking round shield in the other, and he also carried a spare shield on his back.

Jill carried his same long-handled blade for thousands of years, a large broad shield on his back, and another butcher knife as a short weapon.

Paul was holding a small leather shield and a short sword, and he tried to straighten his chest to align with the others, but his slightly trembling body revealed his nervousness and fear.

The other two coachmen were unarmed and only had a small axe in their hands, and they were swallowing their saliva.

This is the armed force that Luc has recruited, and it will also be the main force of his fishing operation!

The castle gate opened, and as everyone watched, the two coachmen sat on the front of the carriage, waving their whips and rushing out of the mountains and forests. Hans led the way, Jill and Paul each took one side, and Ryan hung at the back of the carriage and followed slowly.

The group walked farther and farther away until they disappeared. Only then did Luc take his lance and bow and arrows, mount his horse and move forward quietly.

……

Not all areas in the mountains are densely forested. The mountain roads opened up by George are mostly in flat areas. Ryan followed the mule cart which was moving very slowly. With a slight touch of his elbow, a bag of rye that was not tied tightly fell to the ground.

"Damn it! Stop the car!"

Ryan shouted angrily to the parking team, picked up the fallen wheat grains with both hands, and cursed at the groom. It took him half a day to put all the wheat back into the sack.

As the men frantically loaded the sacks onto the truck bed, a pair of hidden eyes quietly peered down from the forest floor.
The heavy carriage left deep ruts in the ground.

The owner of the gaze withdrew his gaze and turned his head to the scarred man beside him, "Eugene, there is no mistake, it really is two carts of food!"

"Haha, when I saw you, I knew this manor hidden in the valley must be very wealthy. It seems my choice was right."

Like Jean, Eugene also had a scar on his face, but the scar ran diagonally across his brow. According to him, he was injured by a knight.

Eugene was very satisfied with his subordinates' flattery. Although deserters and bandits have always been the group of people who like to flee to the mountains and forests, being able to get lucky is also a kind of strength.

"Don't worry about the four chariot drivers. They only have two soldiers. Although they are wearing armor, they are not a big problem."

Eugene looked around at his seven men. Although they were from the military, not all of them were wearing armor.

Including himself, a set of tattered leather armor and three sets of thick linen armor were already the limit. He did have six helmets, but they were all dented or deformed.

There were also five short spears, three short swords and three shields.

No archers, they don't have that talent.

"Did you see clearly that the knight is not here?"

"Of course!"

"How could the knight be personally guarding the grain train? He's probably having a child with his wife." Hearing the sarcastic tone of the person next to him, Eugene felt relieved. When he had separated from the army and headed deep into the mountains, his original plan was to stay deep in the forest, recruiting refugees, and then plunder caravans when his numbers grew. He had never expected to encounter a manor in the valley.

So he was really surprised when he saw the wooden castle with the knight's coat of arms hanging on it.

But then he started to have evil thoughts.

Just as Luc and the others guessed, they did not dare to attack the manor, but planned to plunder the surrounding important roads.

Eugene even wanted to take advantage of the other party's inattention, kidnap a few serfs, and force and bribe them to act as spies and infiltrate the manor.

However, the manor knight's caution was beyond his expectations.

At the same time, he was extremely wary of the opponent's equipment.

Eugene frowned as he touched the knife scar between his eyebrows. "Damn it! That damned knight was wandering around the wheat fields all day, so why is he now sending the grain cart out of the valley openly?"

"It must be Baron Berry's fault!"

The man monitoring the convoy took over the conversation, "He must be a vassal of Baron Berry. Now that the autumn harvest is over, and he didn't go to the battlefield, he must have used the food instead of going to the battle."

Seeing Eugene still hesitant, the thin man couldn't help but feel anxious: "Boss, that's two full carts of food! We won't have to worry about it this winter if we take it away! Are you scared?"

"Am I afraid?"

Eugene glared at the man. "I pulled the knight who slashed at me off his horse. What am I afraid of? I'm being cautious, don't you understand?"

".Forget it, wait a little longer, and then ambush them with me at night!"

……

The convoy moved very slowly, covering only four miles in the entire afternoon, which further confirmed the deserter's suspicion that the cart was full of food.

After sending someone to check and finding no one within half a mile behind them.

When everyone in the convoy had finished their dinner and fell into a deep sleep, Eugene and the deserters quietly approached the edge.
The convoy deliberately selected a slightly larger flat ground, and connected two grain carts end to end to form a circle. A bonfire in the middle slowly emitted white smoke.

The singing of unknown birds makes the valley seem even more empty.

Eugene shouldered the crude shield, gripped the unscabbarded dagger, and tried to keep his eyes open.

He also suffered from night blindness, and could only barely see the things around him even with the faint moonlight, but he could not mistake the huge grain cart next to the fire.

Listening attentively until there was no sound, Eugene showed a ferocious expression:
"Now, come on!"

"Follow the boss, we are free brothers, and tonight's food belongs to us!"

The thin man also shouted urgently, and the eight deserters rushed towards the grain cart crying and howling.

They were not afraid of waking each other up, and the fact that they hadn't noticed each other at a distance of thirty steps meant that there would be no suspense in this battle.

Two soldiers dared to escort the grain cart, it seemed that it had never been robbed.

But the closer they got to the convoy, the weirder it felt. It was surprisingly quiet next to the grain carts, as if there was no one there.

"Boss, there's really no one!"

The thin man rushed into the grain cart first, but found only a bonfire and no one in sight!

"They must have discovered us in advance and escaped at night!"

"But fortunately, the brothers were not injured and were able to seize so much food."

Eugene was stunned at first and then laughed out loud. Fortunately, he had seriously instructed his men to target the big guy first if they fought.

Eugene stroked the sack as if it were a woman's, but it felt a little rough on his palm. When he was wondering, he suddenly heard several angry roars from beside him:

"Damn it! The truck isn't loaded with food!"

"It's sand! Boss, the car is full of sand!!"

"Damn bastards, we've been tricked!"

The continuous roars made Eugene's face change drastically, and he quickly raised his dagger and stabbed one by one.

Except for the last bag, the rest that flowed out was indeed yellow sand.

Eugene's face became more and more ugly. Just as he was about to curse, he heard his companions shouting again, but this time it was not curses, but screams.

I saw a straight spear suddenly piercing into the abdomen of the unarmored deserter, and blood spurted out in an instant, which was extremely conspicuous in the darkness.

"Damn it, we're ambushed!" Eugene gritted his teeth.

(End of this chapter)