On this night, there was not even a trace of clouds, and the sky was transparent and translucent. The moon is like a newly-married daughter-in-law, who has just risen from the eastern sky, and then hides in the leaves of the trees in shame. The dense poplar leaves, like a stream of water, rustled and rustled day and night, flowing calmly and loudly in places where people could not see.

On a large tent built on a burned track, some heavily armed warriors nervously patrolled the surroundings, carrying spears and torches, and even a few tribal generals stood by as overseers to command the night patrols.

Thoreau locked himself up in a tent and threw everyone out, even his own daughter. The leaders of several tribes were chatting with each other on a fire near the big tent with sad faces.

"It's really a big loss this time. The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body, and he shook his head in frustration: "My tribe has lost dozens of men, and even injured a general, that is the first warrior of our tribe, and it is gone." ”

Sitting on the other side of the middle-aged man was a young chieftain, his eyes were bright, but there was a slight doubt in the corners of his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "How is this possible? Aren't the Great Purus just a herd of cattle and sheep, and we are not a regular army that is going to attack them, how can it be so difficult to fight." "He himself went into battle in the daytime, and the spirit of the Great Prussians who sacrificed their lives made him feel a little frightened from the bottom of his heart.

An old man who stretched out his hand to roast the fire retracted his hands, and after brushing his sparse beard, the old man couldn't help but reprimand: "Look at the appearance of the two of you, is there still a little bit of the demeanor of the leader of Wiggan? Victory or defeat is a matter decided by God, not to mention that only a few people have died now." Plague, famine...... Which one is not more dead than this? Is that weak?"

As the old man said this, he coughed twice in pretended anger. His tribe is one of the larger of these families, and although the loss of these warriors is painful for him, it is far from the extent of breaking his muscles and bones, not to mention, the person who led the army this time is still his son-in-law.

Seeing that the two hairy boys bowed their heads and did not speak, the old man continued: "This town is difficult to fight, because these sheep are organized, and it does not mean that all the Great Prussians are like this. In my opinion, let's go and persuade the leader, I'll start with this old face, you just follow my will, Thoreau is also an enlightened man...... As long as we find a few rich and almost undefended villages to loot as in previous years, isn't it better to give a good harvest year?"

The chubby middle-aged man didn't speak, but his eyes were squeezed by fat as if he had his own considerations, and the young man who was already discouraged nodded helplessly and said, "That's all it takes." ”

A troop moving rapidly through the darkness caught the attention of the Night's Watch, who quickly surrounded it, only to realize that it was their own when the torches were lit.

It turned out that Jan had returned from outside the camp with two Wiegand warriors, and they even carried one back. Faced with the puzzled colors of the tribal generals and the three leaders, Jan did not make any superfluous explanations, but just instructed his pro-army to take care of the person who was carried back, neither let him escape, nor let him swallow his breath casually, and then casually greeted these ignorant people and entered the military tent.

"I have an urgent military briefing. That's the explanation Jan gave.

Jan lifted the corner of the tent and walked in, only to find that his father was not at all as violent as the rumors were outside, but rather calm, at least he looked the same as usual.

"Found movement?" Thoreau was not surprised when he looked at Jan who hurriedly walked into the tent, but instead looked confident.

"I found two horses in the woods on the west side of town, father. Jan looked at his father in surprise. Privately, Jan sometimes vaguely felt that her calculations could sometimes catch up with her father, and only now did she feel that she was really young. "One died, and the other was caught. We searched some distance along the west side, and found no enemy troops, but it is certain that these men had come from to deliver the letter. ”

Thoreau looked at his daughter, who was a little out of shape, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes that was not easy to be detected, and then said in a teaching tone: "The Great Prussians hold on to the lonely city, and they know that they will be defeated and do not surrender. If they were a group of professional soldiers, it would have been fine, but they were obviously just a group of citizens, who had the courage to fight to the end, and were not in a hurry to send out scouts to find us to break through the virtual and real situation, and there would be reinforcements not far away. That's why I forced the soldiers in my headquarters to stay and only told them to suppress the formation. ”

Young could naturally hear the meaning of Thoreau's teaching, and just as she was about to write it down, several leaders outside the tent couldn't bear to squeeze in.

"Lord Commander (Thoreau), we have some ideas that we would like to report to you. ”

The old man at the head said: "My lord, about the arrival of reinforcements from Valuno, the prisoner outside has already explained clearly. Now that the city of Valuno is no longer desirable, I think we should have left here sooner, divided our forces into several places, plundered the villages and towns, so that they had nowhere to defend, and then returned with a full load. ”

The young man standing on the right nodded his head, while the middle-aged man on the left still looked like he didn't say anything.

Thoreau did not reply to the old man, but turned his head and asked the middle man: "Dorbin, is this also what the Fergus family meant?"

The middle-aged Dorbin raised his head and said leisurely: "Lord Thoreau, my son is an adult, I don't have any big ambitions, what my son means is the meaning of the Fergus family." As Dorbin said the words in his mouth, he looked at Jan who was standing aside with an obscene look, and Yang felt sick for a while.

Thoreau didn't say much, but his expression was like he had just eaten a fly poop. He drew the Hidden Blade he had with him and strode out of the tent, then placed the sword around the captive's neck, and the Hidden Blade cut a bloody streak on the captive's neck. Far from being fatal, it was just enough to silence the captive's mouth.

"Does anyone else know about this captive besides you?" Thoreau asked, drawing back his Hidden Blade and casually wiping the blood from the cloak on his back.

After making sure that everyone was shaking their heads blankly, Thoreau turned his head to face the captive, half-crouched down, showed a kind smile, and asked, "You are only a very young lad, do you want to go home?" ”

The captive who was pressed to the ground and tied up showed a somewhat heartfelt expression, his lips trembled slightly, and he said a few words with difficulty, and his voice was not small, and the people around him could hear it: "Rapabu Village, yes, Rapabu Village." ”

Thoreau asked the chiefs around him with a puzzled look, but it was clear that no one knew what it was.

Seeing this, the captive opened his mouth wide, as if he was about to say something.

Thoreau looked like he understood, and attached his ear to it.

The captive was about to speak, but he felt a pain in his chest, and a sword had been plunged deep into his chest.

When Thoreau had already left the captive, a thick phlegm mixed with blood slowly flowed from the corner of the captive's mouth.

"The enemy sent a scout horse to touch it, but they cowered and did not dare to show their heads, which can only show one thing, that is, their forces must be insufficient, otherwise there is no point in doing these things. Thoreau said to the tribe's higher-ups. "We're not at a disadvantage, and that's in a variety of ways. We don't know where the enemy is, but if the foreign reinforcement force doesn't get word from the town, they can't determine where we are. ”

"I have every reason to believe that there are no more troops in the town that can fight, and we still have more than 650 fighters. All we have to do now is to eat the reinforcements like headless flies, find them, eat them, eat this army, and after eating this army, we will not only be able to plunder this town, but also reduce the confidence of the Great Prus in resisting our invasion, and we will seek the happiness of a generation, not only in our lifetime, but also in the development of our tribe, and our children and grandchildren will also enjoy this glory. ”

Thoreau's perennial calm face showed a faint hint of madness, he was already a very ambitious man, after this battle, as long as he could win this battle, he could naturally become the leader of these tribes, and then grasp greater power under the supply of these great Prustic fat sheep, and even crowned the "King of the Wiegand people", just like those great Pruss in the south.

"What we're going to do is pretty simple, and that's to surround the town and not let out a single bird. The Great Prussians thought they were clever in digging trenches, but they were also blocking their own way out, and we only need to have a few men at those few exits to effectively monitor the town, and more men can be sent out to search for the location of the reinforcements, and they can also be used to fortify the camp. At the time of leaving the Horde, I had already ordered my son, Edward, to prepare a batch of supplies for us in case of emergency, and it was estimated that he would be accompanied by reinforcements of a hundred men. If the Great Prussians refuse to throw themselves into the net, we will wait until we have enough men to organize another attack, not afraid that they will not obey. ”

When Thoreau told his full plan for war, almost everyone chose to remain silent.

It's a crazy plan. The Wiegand are belligerent, but they are actually more afraid of death, and the law of survival in the swamp is not to be ruthless, but to pay attention to who can laugh at the end.

But they had no way to refute their leader, because no matter how they thought about it, the war plan was perfect, and even Young, who had been with Thoreau all the time, could not guarantee whether his father had thought of it a long time ago, or if it was an improvised idea.

While Thoreau was trying to deliver his speech in exchange for the support of the chiefs, two Wiegand soldiers quietly left the area of the camp. One of them was low, the other was tall and thin, and it seemed very disproportionate to the armor they were wearing, and when they reached the deep forest, they took off their armor one by one, and in a short time they were running.

As a former messenger of the royal court, Mender knows the ins and outs of it. As long as you are well-informed and courageous, there is no impermeable wall in the world. He set out at night, and slipped into the messengers as Jan captured them, pretending to be dead on the battlefield, and then quietly following Jang's party as soon as he heard the movement.

Mender had been following in an unhurried position, not only not alerting Young, but also keeping up with the convenient door that the soldiers in the camp had opened for her. Jan only knew that dead people could not speak, but he did not think that dead people could actually speak, and from the messenger who had just died under Thoreau's sword, he had already gotten the news he wanted. He had already blended in with the group when he captured the messenger, and Mender believed that the sharp-eyed messenger had seen him, so he deliberately tied his hands and took him seriously, so he followed him with great difficulty, and sure enough, he paid off.

The village of Rapabhu, not to say that this place is far from the town of Valuno, or even from this place on the coast of the North Sea, I am afraid that it is some distance away, and the messenger certainly does not mean the location of reinforcements, but Mender knows that it is a place where beeswax is produced. If nothing else, now he would just have to go back the way he came and find the body of the messenger on the west side of the town to get the clue he wanted.

A very successful messenger campaign, Mender realized. If he didn't have that one by his side, he would really be completely safe.

The royal messenger had calculated everything, but had not considered that problems would emerge from the town and follow him here. As he followed Jan at an unhurried pace, he suddenly realized that there was another person beside him. At first, Mender thought he had been discovered, but just as he tried to say a few words of Wiegand to get by, the "Wiegand man" standing next to him made a "shhhhh By the moonlight in the woods, Mende could barely identify the man by his familiarity.

Mende was so impressed by this audacity that he acted like a cat, and it stands to reason that when he set out in town, he should not have known even his wife except the town himself, let alone anyone else. But before it was time to reprimand him, Mender had to be extra careful and wait some distance away from the Wiegand camp before talking to the bastard about the rules.

Seeing that the light of the fire was fading, Mende lowered his voice and cautiously whispered a reprimand to the slightly shorter voice: "What are you kidding? Don't you know that our town has reached a critical time, how can you come out and make trouble now?" ”

In response to Mende's rebuke, the cat-like boy smiled and made an exaggerated shrug, and then said with a hint of smugness: "I am the messenger of the town, you can't control me, Mr. Mender." ”