North of the valley, in the garrison camp of Wasteland Boulder, Art stood on the towering arrow tower and leaned on the railing to watch the backs of the departing patrol soldiers; Outside the camp, a few cavalrymen drove more than two dozen war horses that had returned from grazing in the eastern meadow towards the camp; In the camp, dozens of standing peasant soldiers of the garrison regiment and instructors of the recruit corps were cleaning up the barracks and lighting a fire to prepare dinner.

At the end of May, after settling the civil affairs of the valley and the pre-war training of the Legion, Art began to arrange the defense of the barony's wài wéi.

He and the commander of the garrison corps, Bass, personally brought the five instructors of the garrison corps recruit team {the recruits have replenished the battle damage, there are no recruits for the time being} and the forty standing peasant soldiers of the peasant corps to Boulder Town to garrison, and the forty vigilantes of the garrison corps have not been mobilized, after all, there are still so many war slaves in the valley that need to be guarded and controlled, and the security patrols inside the valley also need manpower, and for a stable rear, Art will not easily mobilize the security team.

The Recruit Instructor and the Peasant Corps were stationed and the patrol team headed north under the leadership of Obott and Benson, and they were to go to the Southwest Farm and Wincheston Manor to replace the soldiers of the first company stationed in the garrison and assemble on standby, while the newly attached Redogan continued to garrison Lane Manor with his old unit to control the county border.

Angus, who had just returned from a tour of the north with his cavalry, ate a little simple food and climbed the arrow tower to come to Arte.

"My lord, why didn't I see Ron and the guards? Be sure to bring a guard when you go out! ”

"Ron and the guards were sent by me to explore the end of the barren valley in the south of the valley, this time with the peasant team and the recruit instructors, no problem."

"Sergeant Major, didn't you find anything wrong with this inspection?" Art asked, leaning his back against the railing and facing Angus.

Angus raised his hand to wipe the food residue from the corner of his mouth, then took off the water bladder on his belt and poured it, and said: "There is no problem with the three territories in the Northland, all the ones that should be killed have been killed, and the rest are the most honest and docile civilians and serfs, you let them not go hungry, they have no reason to resist you." Coupled with the fact that you have appointed the village chief and the escort team, there is anyone who dares to make the slightest move, not to mention that there are soldiers from the first company stationed there. ”

"However, the lords and squires in other parts of the county don't have a good opinion of you, and you take the lead in paying the arrears of taxes over the years, and Pierre uses you as a shield to lead the county soldiers to force the lords and squires to do so. Those lords and squires have suffered this kind of loss, but Pierre has pointed the finger at you, and I guess they are now eager to skin and bone you and stew you in an iron pot. ”

Angus laughed a few times, and during this round, he also stopped by to march on several hostile villages and manors in the county, and the twenty or so cavalrymen in full armor and weapons were enough to deter the lord squires who cut people with vicious eyes.

Art turned around and looked at the end of the Northern Wasteland with gloomy eyes, "This is also my intention to let you patrol the border, I am worried that after the legion leaves, there will be hostile guys in the county to stab me in the back, although Dean and his son and Bazel are dead, they have been in the county for many years, and it is inevitable that there will be fox friends to avenge them." ”

Then Art looked indifferent again, and said: "Give an order to Redogan, who is stationed in Ryan Manor, to let him take dozens of bandit soldiers under him to go to those villages and manors that hate me from time to time to "suppress bandits", and then take out a small part of the "spoils" obtained by "bandits" and give them to those lords and squires who are friendly to me, I want them to know that they will eat meat behind me, and stand opposite me and be cut by me!" ”

"Okay, I'll send cavalry to give orders to Redogan."

Angus hung up the water bladder and walked to Art's side to look at the north together, "My lord, I'm not worried about the affairs in the county, we still have one or two hundred garrison soldiers, border patrol teams and border garrisons left in the territory that can withstand a war, and there are also forces that should not be underestimated in Fort Sapu and Fort Andermatt. ”

"What I'm worried about is whether the team you sent will set off a shocking wave in the Northland, and whether you can withstand the impact of the huge wave~"

"Your Excellency, you're still taking too much risk."

Art turned and put his hand on Angus's shoulder, staring into his eyes, "Angus, since I got the position of Patrol Officer four years ago, I was destined to be a man on the cusp of the storm. ”

"Eternal life can only be attained by death."

Angus chewed on Art's words for a long time, "Which wise man's proverb is this?" ”

"Art? Wood? Wells!! Ha ha. ”

............

Ten men dressed in caravan guards gather in a room in a small inn called "Homecoming", just outside Besançon, the capital of the Count of Burgundy.

"We are here to assassinate, not to commit suicide, so we must not be left to death, and no one is allowed to act alone after entering the city without an order."

Stanley took out a palm-sized clay bottle from his bosom, opened the cork, opened his right hand, shook out a dozen brown pills, stretched out his hand and said to the men gathered around the table, "If you are caught, you can only say, "I am from the East." "If you can't survive the torture and swallow it, this is heavenly salvation, soon, without pain."

The nine task forces glared at each other, and Vice-Captain Oliver stepped forward to pick up a pill and carefully put it in the placket of his coat, while the rest of the group stepped forward to claim it.

Seeing that the soldiers had claimed the pills, Stanley ordered: "Hide the pills, don't be found, this is your last salvation." But if someone can't stand the torture and doesn't want to redeem himself and betrays everyone, then I will definitely send him to hell. ”

"Lord Stanley, who are we here to assassinate? It's almost at their destination, and we don't know who the opponent is. ”

Stanley's eyes changed suddenly, but before he could make a move, Oliver on the side raised a kick and kicked the questioning player to the ground, and scolded fiercely: "If it weren't for the fact that you are a new recruit, I would definitely chop you first, lest you be killed!"

The guy who was kicked over suddenly remembered something, and quickly changed his words, "Deputy steward, I was wrong, I was wrong." I just wanted to ask the steward where the goods we want to buy are~"

Stanley listened to the guy on the ground who was not stupid, and his fierce eyes softened a little, "I just said that I can't be killed, I have more than your pig brain before speaking!" ”

However, Stanley still felt the need to tell the team members on the special mission about the ultimate goal of the trip.

"As is customary, I can now tell you the details of this mission......"

The task force left the valley with an assassination mission, and upon arrival in Lucesinn, the task force split into two teams, with Deputy Captain Dawson taking most of the task force soldiers to the Westside on an assassination mission, and their target was the high-ranking commander of the Thorne Regiment of the Westside Army; Task Force Captain Stanley and Vice Captain Oliver personally selected seven or eight elite task force elites to arrive in Besançon City to assassinate the core leader of the enemy formation, Count Bernard.

Six of the ten-man team had participated in the Thorne's assault on Assasin, and the other four were also men with special skills.

Art's mission to Stanley was not necessarily to succeed in killing Bernard, after all, it was not easy to assassinate an old fox with heavy guards in this era of melee combat with cold weapons, so Art just asked the task force to carry out the assassination mission, but he did not force it to succeed, he just needed to spark that detonating when the air was about to explode.

“...... That's it for the mission, we have to take out Bernard's old fox by the third Friday of June. If you think that since he can send the western army to raid us once, he will not let us go easily, and it is better to kill him first than to wait for him to kill us. This mission is very dangerous, but after the completion of the matter, everyone will be rewarded, and your official positions will be promoted to the next level. ”

"We don't have much time left, and in the next two weeks we have to step up our reconnaissance and preparations in Dubesançon."

"The deputy steward is in charge of the sentinel of the Earl's Court with two men, and I am in charge of the wài wéi sentinel, the selection of the offensive retreat route, and the final attack."

Stanley instructed Oliver, his deputy, "Deputy steward, early tomorrow morning you go to the city to a tavern called the Mill on the west side of the city's church square, find the red-bearded shopkeeper, and quietly tell him that you are the man of the Scarlet Tomahawk, and ask him to prepare a hidden house for us in the city." ”

Oliver was the vice-captain, and he knew that the owner of the tavern was the Hawkeye leader who had been planted in Besançon, "Don't worry, steward, I'll take care of it." ”

Stanley almost explained, and said to everyone in the house: "The locksmith and the coachman are on duty tonight, and the rest of them will go back and sleep quickly, and don't want to sleep peacefully these days."

............

To the south of Besançon, a large mansion enclosed by a high wall enclosed space was the Count's Palace, Bernard, the Chancellor of the Exchequer of the Counts of Burgundy.

As the richest lord of the Saône province and Bernard who has been in charge of the financial power of the province for many years, the wealth of Bernard is amazing, although this mansion is extraordinarily luxurious, but compared to Bernard's Earl's palace in the Saône province, it is still relatively low-key, it is not difficult to understand, this is the national capital, no matter how powerful Bernard is, he does not dare to be more high-profile than the Marquis of Ivrea.

Outside the gate of the Count Bernard's palace is a street of shops, where business travelers and citizens come and go, and the guards of the mansion stand on both sides of the gate in armor and spears like wooden stakes, which is very bluffing.

There was a low side door on the other side of the mansion, from which the men and servants of the Earl's Mansion entered and exited.

In front of the grain store opposite the side door, a freshly erected vegetable and fruit stall stood two hawkers, one tall and one short.

A middle-aged man wearing a linen muslin robe with a fat head and big ears walked out of the shop, crossed his bucket waist and shouted at the two vendors: "I said that you are a vegetable seller, who of you allowed you to sell in front of my shop?" Do you know how many of my merchants you blew up in half a morning? ”

The tall peddler glanced back when he heard the sound, immediately lowered his head, and said with a smile: "Master, we are vendors from Jonah Province, and we are pointing to these vegetables and fruits to support our families." If you have mercy, we'll let us take your spot. ”

"Pity you? I pity you, who will pity me? Don't say it's useless, get out of here, or I'll have someone lift your broken wooden frame right away. "The grain owner doesn't care whether others want to feed their families or not.

"Master, do you think this will work, we will take your corner to buy things, and we will send you a basket of fresh vegetables every day." Short people are obviously smarter.

"Master, I sent you some rotten vegetable leaves for pigs and dogs? One and a half pfennigh a day, sir, I will reward you with a corner. ”

"Is this ~ a pinney okay? We can't buy a few copper coins a day~" The short man smiled and almost pleaded.

"Two pfennigs!" The shopkeeper was on his toes.

"This ~ a half-pinnish! We give. ”