Heart of the Castle

Chapter 376: Magic Wing Attack, Night Attack Caravan

When it was getting late, the wind stopped and the snow stopped, but the weather became more bitterly cold, and the surrounding dense forest gradually darkened.The sound of hooves approached from far away, crushing the snow on the road, and then a group of mercenaries acting as scouts appeared at the end of the winding path on horseback.

"It's here, drop the mark, let's turn back." A mercenary looked around and suggested.

"Isn't that good? According to the requirements, aren't we going to check the nearby posts?" Another mercenary seemed to have a sense of responsibility, frowning and saying.

"It's better to go and spy on yourself." No.1 mercenary said dissatisfied. "It's not like I didn't check it a few times before. Not to mention robbers, I didn't even find a human hair."

"Yes, it's so cold, where are there any robbers?" Other mercenaries also objected, "It's all those fat-minded businessmen who are afraid that we will be too idle, so they come up with the trick."

"But it's nice to get a bag full of spirits when you go back."

"Without wine, I would not have come out a long time ago!"

With such chaotic jokes and complaints, the group of mercenaries on horseback turned their horses and galloped away in the direction they came from.They were negligent, and they never expected that not far from where they left the mark, behind the shadows of the trees and the snowy slope, many people in thick fur armor and white cloaks were hiding there, with the stringed cross in their hands The crossbow didn't leave the vital points of these mercenaries' bodies for a moment, until their figures disappeared at the end of the path.

Perhaps for these mercenaries serving as scouts, being dereliction of duty is also a kind of luck, right?

There was a gleam of disdain in James' deeply sunken eyes, but it was fleeting.Don't look at the arrogant look he put on in front of the Lord of the Eyes. In fact, if he hadn't had rich combat experience and good command ability, James would not have become the captain of the special operations team, let alone the famous Magic Mountain Wings one.According to James' judgment, the scale of this caravan is indeed not small, and for an ordinary team, the guards are also considered capable, and they can even faintly see the smell of a military march.

"Perhaps there are retired veterans who have been officers among the commanders of the guards?" James thought coldly, "Maybe they are knights, but at most they are just ordinary knights."

It is not surprising that James has such an idea. Many junior officers who have retired from the Kingdom's army will be hired by the Chamber of Commerce as the captain of the guard.However, high-level knights are not so downcast that they need to serve as guards in the chamber of commerce to earn a living. In fact, as long as they don't care about the salary, many lords are very, very happy to let high-level knights station on their land.

But since retired veterans are involved, this caravan is not so easy to attack.The knight is likely to become the command core, making the scattered guards more cohesive and more effective.Moreover, it is different from the raid on the Tianping Chamber of Commerce and the Shengguang Chamber of Commerce. After all, this caravan has far more people than those two chambers of commerce. There are indeed some difficulties in annihilating the results of the battle.

"Pass my order. Everyone hides on the spot. If you don't receive my order, you are not allowed to attack rashly." James whispered the order, and then the messengers around him passed it to all the ambush locations one by one.The surrounding woods then became quiet and silent, except for the occasional hoarse crowing of crows overhead.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and there seemed to be the sound of cars and horses in the distance several times, but when James listened carefully, he heard nothing.Only the crows were still making hoarse and high-pitched strange calls from time to time, and there were more than one crow, and there were several others echoing each other tens of meters away.James was disturbed by the ominous birdsong, but he didn't try to drive them away-there is nothing more reassuring than a bird perched in a tree.

These black-feathered scavengers are not very common in the Dusk Forest. Although they can be seen in every place in Northern County from time to time, most of them live around towns where it is warmer and where food is easy to obtain.In the deep winter and deep snow, there is not much food in the twilight forest everywhere, and it is really abnormal to be able to gather so many crows.

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in James' heart. Legend has it that these big crows can smell the breath of death, and they like to linger around the dead most.But in the next second, he threw all these wild thoughts out of his mind, because this time, not only the sound of horseshoes, the squeaking of wheels, but also the sound of metal colliding with each other, rude shouting and laughing and cursing sounded in his ears. Voice!

The caravan really came.

This time it was not an illusion. In the twilight, a group of carriages appeared at the corner of the path, and the sound became louder and louder. The conversations of the mercenaries guarding the carriage became clear. Several people were complaining about something, and then came The voice of someone giving orders.The convoy then slowed down and slowly moved towards the encirclement circle set by James, and finally stopped just right in the middle of several ambush locations.

Watching the team obediently get into the trap they set, and then sending out useless scouts to scout the nearby roads; watching the mercenaries jump off their horses, moving their hands and feet, while complaining about the fatigue of the journey; watching them wearing thick leather Robed merchants emerged from the circle of wagons, talking and stamping their feet.James showed a fierce and proud smile. He knew that [-]% of a victory was in his hands.

It seems that this is not a rest, but a preparation for camping.

James moved his hands and feet lightly, without making any movement bigger than a leaf being lifted by the breeze. It was a hard job to lie in ambush in the dusk forest. Even with the physique he called a knight, he felt his fingers and toes after a few hours. They were all numb, and the armor was as cold as ice.If it is an ordinary soldier, even the elite of the Kingdom Army, it is impossible to lie in ambush in the snow for so long, but for every soldier of the Death Knights Special Operations Team, this level of ambush and waiting will not cause serious damage. What a hassle.

They were originally the blades of the god of death, coming and going without a trace, hardworking, fierce and bloodthirsty.Taking the withering of life as joy, and taking death's prestige as vision, this is the sharpest sickle in the hands of death.As for that lord Thomas Jensen with the eyes, how can he be called the scythe of the god of death?
While thinking, James quietly waited for the best time to launch a surprise attack.This kind of waiting was no stranger to him. As an assassin, he had hidden in quicksand or silt many times, for several hours at a time, just to find the negligence of the assassination target.

Compared with those harsh purgatory-like environments, the snow in the Dusk Forest is like a paradise. At least there is only pure cold in the snow, and there are no biting monsters and poisonous scorpions.I remember that when he assassinated a political opponent of the Magic Mountain family, he hid in a sewer full of foul-smelling mud and poisonous snakes. Even a poisonous snake bit his little finger, but he didn't move a muscle.In the end, he finally completed the task of assassinating that political opponent, but his little finger was also rotten and festered, so he had to cut it off to save his arm...

James suddenly took two deep breaths, rolled his lips, and stopped his uncontrollable recall of the past. "This is not a good omen." His eyes were fixed in front of him, and he remembered an unconfirmed rumor circulating among the assassins, but many people believed it very much. "Uncontrollable memories of the past often mean that victory is coming to an end, and for an assassin, failure means death."

"Is it possible that this raid will fail?" The haze climbed onto James' forehead, and his eyebrows, which were as sharp as swords, frowned. Although his eyes remained motionless, thin beads of sweat appeared on the corner of his forehead.He has been an assassin for nearly twenty years. This qualification has long tempered his nerves to be as tough as steel. For him, nervousness is already a very distant memory. Not just ordinary uneasiness, but an emotion similar to fear, which even he himself couldn't explain clearly.

James carefully looked at the caravan in front of him again, his eagle-like eyes never let go of any doubts.

This caravan has surrounded all the carriages in a circle, connected end to end, and then tied these carriages together with ropes, forming a circular camp on this basis.Some small traps were placed around the camp to defend against wild beasts and serve as warnings when attacked.The sentry mercenaries walked around the camp in groups of three, the swords on their waists gleamed coldly, and their leather boots trampled on the snow. Due to the severe cold, these mercenaries all held their shoulders and kept their heads as low as possible. .

After the businessmen moved their hands and feet, they all returned to the carriage.The remaining servants began to prepare dinner. They lit a pile of bonfires in the middle of the camp, with pots and game skewered on sticks. Spread out like a group of floating planetesimals.

Everything seemed so ordinary, except for a slightly larger scale, it was no different from an ordinary caravan.James thought about his plan carefully from the beginning to the end, but he couldn't think of any possibility of failure. The worst result should be a defeating battle that allowed some people to escape from the caravan, right?

For the special operations team that has been active in the Dusk Forest for more than ten weeks and is close to running out of supplies and weapons, such a result is not unacceptable.Anyway, after the attack on the caravan, the special operations team had to go back to the territory of the Magic Mountain family to rest, even if some people were let go, it didn't really matter.

James exhaled lightly, holding the long sword around his waist with his fingers.Whether it was against the order of the lord of the eyes, insisting on attacking; or the strong desire to make meritorious deeds, he was not allowed to back down at this time.The crow above his head croaked a few more times, the voice was shrill and piercing, echoing in the quiet night sky, but James could no longer hear these noises, his eyes were fixed on the raging bonfire that had turned red on half of the camp, and he suddenly came from the hidden bush Jumping up from behind, the dead branches and fallen leaves and snow and ice slag fell from his armor one after another as a cover.

"Kill!" The cold order was extremely short, and then the orderly blew the horn, and the deep voice shook the night sky like a muffled thunder. The roar came from several ambush locations at the same time. They stood up one after another, shaking off the camouflage covering the metal reflection on their bodies and weapons.

At least half of the attackers had crossbows in their hands, and they had already found their target before they got up. It only took one heartbeat, and the crossbow arrows could fly towards the target like a fly smelling blood, blowing away all the people in the camp. More than half of the sentries were shot.However, at the same time as the horn sounded, there were short and forceful orders from the camp.

"Extinguishing!"

There were more than a dozen piles of bonfires in the camp that were burning brightly. How easy is it to extinguish them?However, following that order, a group of three roaming guards rushed towards the bonfire without hesitation, turned the pot on it upside down, and poured out the flames with the boiling soup in the pot.In the blink of an eye, the camp that was illuminated by the bonfire just now was completely dark, making it impossible for the attackers' eyes who had adapted to the light to see clearly for a while.

"How... so fast?" The thought flashed through James' mind like lightning, "Could they have been prepared?"

It was indeed well prepared. When the bonfire was extinguished, the guards all lay down on the ground. This action was very timely, because the attackers immediately shot the crossbow based on the impression before the fire was extinguished. The guards flew over their heads and were nailed to the carriage, making a dense sound of bang bang bang.

"Counterattack!" The commanding voice sounded again.The roofs of the caravans on the outermost perimeter of the camp were suddenly lifted, and the lizardman archers who were ordered to hide in the car raised their special short bows at the same time, and the moonlight fell on the arrows, like stars burning with silver flames falling into the camp , Then the air was filled with hissing and breaking wind.

As an assassin, James has a premonition of danger far more than ordinary people. Although it was pitch black in front of him, when the bowstring vibrated, he threw himself and his sword to the side, and then rolled away from the rain of arrows. Drop point.

However, those who followed him didn't have such a keen sense. The rain of arrows splashed on his face was like a gust of silver-white wind, which knocked seven or eight soldiers of the special operations team to the ground at once. The sharp arrows Feng easily penetrated the thick leather armor they were wearing, as if piercing through a layer of parchment. With the sound of screams, countless blood-red petals bloomed in the night sky.

The sound of bowstrings reappeared, and this time it was someone from another ambush site who had been killed. James, who was lying on the snow, heard the screams and wailing of his soldiers. Training, but in the dark like helpless lambs, they were shot to death one by one on the ground.

"It's impossible!" James spit out a mouth full of ice, snow and mud, and hissed, "This is impossible! How did they do it? The camp was so bright just now, these people should not be able to see anything!"

The crow's chirping and wing flapping sounded very abruptly from above his head. Before James could turn his mind around, the sense of danger struck again.Almost without thinking, James jumped to the side to dodge. With a jingle, a short arrow bounced off the armor on his shoulder, and more arrows plunged deeply into the snow pit he just lay down on.

"Damn the gods, these crows are the eyes of the enemy!" James cursed, while his heart sank.Fortunately, they were still sneaking in ambush in the snow for a long time, so all their actions did not escape the other party's observation!
Thinking of this, James felt as if a fire was expanding in his chest. He thought he was a hunter who set a trap, but when he activated it, he realized that he was the prey of the trap. Feelings of anger, shame, and mourning made his heart almost explode.

The short-term visual impairment caused by the bonfire trap quickly disappeared, and the scenery near the camp came into view again. The moonlight fell on the forest, and was cut into fragmented silver spots by the dense branches and leaves. Nearly [-] special operations soldiers lay dead in the bushes and snow In the meantime, there were several seriously injured people moaning.

The losses caused by this trap to the Special Operations Team exceeded the casualties in the attacks on the Tianping and Shengguang chambers of commerce.James' eyes were burning with rage, and his razor-like eyebrows were trembling, "Kill, avenge your brothers!" The cry jumped on the tip of his tongue, and then James rushed out from behind the old oak tree where he was hiding, with almost pure black leaping on his long sword The black lines of the roads pointed directly at the caravan camp.

The soldiers of the Special Operations Team deserved to be the elites who had undergone rigorous training. Although the deaths and injuries just now dampened their spirits, the ferocious and bloodthirsty taste did not weaken in the slightest, but became more intense because of hatred.As soon as James' order came out, all the fighters who were still able to fight immediately jumped out of their hiding places.

These warriors were all dressed in thick animal skins to keep warm and conceal their identities, with ferocious iron masks on their faces, long unshaved beards and hair tangled together, that kind of rough appearance didn't look like people, but a group of people in the dusk forest A ferocious beast that feeds within.Some people were injured in the arrow rain just now, and even blood dripped from time to time, but they didn't care, and roared and rushed towards the caravan camp.

Most of the caravan guards are adventurers and mercenaries, and it’s okay to fight against ordinary robbers. Seeing such a brutal and terrifying team approaching from all directions, it seems that there are howling half-humans and half-beasts everywhere in the night. The joy of victory disappeared immediately, everyone's face was pale, and at least [-]% of their courage disappeared.

Fortunately, they are not the main force in the battle tonight. The soldiers of the special operations team are still charging, and the calm and stern voice issued another order, "Attack!"

Then two shrill howls of wolves sounded from the camp, the doors of the carriage opened towards the outside one after another, and countless burly figures jumped out of it.This group of people moved unexpectedly nimbly, with their flails raised high above their heads and twirling in circles, they rushed towards the attackers head-on.
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