As a fast horse from a patrol horse entered the city, the baggage of the Welsh Legion was rushed to the south of the city hall of St. Ryan, where the legion's command camp was located, as quickly as possible. °C Eight '°C Eight '°C Read』 °C Book, .■↑

Art went to the church north of the city to visit the wounded soldiers who had not recovered from the wounds they had suffered in the battle a few days earlier, and in the hall of the lord of Saint-Ryan, it was the lieutenant of the legion, Odo, who was on duty in the camp of the Chinese army.

Otto let the herald sentry breathe.

"How many people are on the other side? What is the military flag coat of arms? Otto steadied the panicked herald sentinel and asked two central questions.

"The other party ~ There are more than forty people on the other side, led by a knight, including three cavalrymen, about ten attendant infantry, and the rest are all peasant soldiers."

"The heraldic style captain didn't see it too clearly, saying that it seemed to have a black clover~"

After hearing this, Odo thought for a while, and couldn't remember that the family had a black clover, so he simply didn't think about it anymore, and immediately turned around and shouted to the herald of the Chinese army's command camp: "Immediately give the order, the legion cavalry team urgently assembles, and rushes to the grain transportation road five miles east of the city to rescue the baggage team."

Odo was ruthless again, "Arrest all the other party, and if the other party dares to resist, kill them on the spot!" ”

Otto's new bodyguard immediately ran out of the hall of the lord, and rode to the clearing west of Saint-Rion to give Lusignnan the order.

On the side of the lord's hall, Odo was already preparing to go to the north of the city to report the police situation to Art, he thought about it, and instructed the middle-aged man who was sitting in the corner of the office to update and sort out the legion roster: "Clerk, you immediately go and look through the books and find out that the black clover is the coat of arms of that family." ”

The middle-aged man, who was weaker, turned around and took out a thick heraldic book from a large wooden box carried by the army, and carefully flipped through the pages one by one, but did not find the heraldic mark of the clover......

A few miles east of Saint-Rion, a team of forty-three people slowly moved south with six wagons laden with grain.

It's not that this team doesn't want to go faster, it's just that the group of miscellaneous soldiers with broken swords and short spears behind them are too tightly entangled. The group of people behind him was the original owner of the six carriages, and it was obvious that the original owner did not want these carriages full of grain to be forcibly requisitioned by this team, and a dozen or so miscellaneous soldiers kept chasing and fighting all the way.

"Master, I see that the bastards are too tightly entangled, as soon as we turn around, they run away, and as soon as we leave, they follow, or we still throw down our things and retreat? They are holding on to their deaths, maybe there are reinforcements behind them? ”

"This area is our own army, maybe it's the food team of an adult?"

Under the black clover coat of arms, a middle-aged man who looks like a caravan steward has a sad face, and he is deeply worried about his master's reckless behavior of "forcibly recruiting" friendly soldiers' grain and grass. (9) VIII] (9) VIII] (9) Read] (9) Book, .2 ≧ ↗

Next to the black clover heraldic flag, a bloated man rode a fat and strong war horse, because the man was too heavy, the war horse was obviously a little struggling, and his limbs and feet were sunk into the dirt. Due to his size, it was difficult to find suitable armor, so he wore a specially widened and enlarged iron sheet armor, in order to reduce the weight and reduce the burden, this set of iron plate armor was beaten as thin as parchment, and the defense power was almost equal to zero, but it still looked quite beautiful.

The man on the back of the war horse was pinching the two snatched wine sacs to taste, he took a sip of the wine sacs on the left and right, ordinary civilian beer, the taste was very bad, he casually threw it to the servant next to the war horse, and then picked up the other wine bag and tasted it very good, so he took a big sip in one gulp.

"It's a good beer, I've never had it before. Where is this made? The fat man complimented.

"Master, I said we should put down our things and withdraw, those guys are too good at entanglement." The middle-aged man in charge spoke up again.

The fat man was a little impatient, "I said don't call me lord, you are a lord, people who don't know still think I'm a cheap businessman~ You should call me Lord Sir now!" ”

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man who looked like a steward hurriedly corrected it.

The fat man's face turned slightly pale and said, "Is it easy for me to be an adult in your family?" I haven't spent much money to buy this knight lord all these years, and now I just got such a precious opportunity in time for the war, and I was ruined by your "master". ”

"Yes, sir, I was wrong. But I said behind me~"

"What's behind you? The group of miscellaneous soldiers chasing behind him? What are you afraid of them for? After a while, send someone to turn around and beat up, and it's better to kill a few guys who don't have long eyes. ”

"But the other party is also from the army~"

"We are also the army! I said, can you be bolder? Look at the way those knights used to be when they robbed us~ You are also a knight now, you should learn what a knight should be! What's wrong with grabbing something? But the court officials of the court {Jonah's court} said that we could raise our own food. We are fighting in the west, how can we do it without food? ”

"Besides, our men passed by here last month, and there is an army stationed in the vicinity at all, and the banner of this miscellaneous army is not the flag of the soldiers of Saint-Ryan, I don't know if it is a miscellaneous soldier from there. I guess it's selling military rations, otherwise there would be so much food? If it weren't for the fear of delaying the march, I would have wanted to lead my army into that manor full of grain and grass. ”

The fat man became more and more crazy the more he talked, thinking that he had bought a knight and gathered a few of his own caravans to forcibly recruit dozens of peasant families to be a strong army.

Two hundred paces behind the Black Clover team, Spencer, the commander of the Welsh Legion's baggage team, held a foot bow in his hand, rounded the bowstring and aimed diagonally upward.

"Sir Spencer, it's too far away to shoot." A baggage guard advised Spencer, whose arm was shaking, and his bow was unsteady.

Spencer's hands trembled so badly that he cast his bowstring before he could take aim, and the light arrow twisted his waist and floated towards the team in front of him, and soon landed in the open space behind the team in front of him.

"I want you to remind you of the mongrel, I don't know if I can't shoot ~ Why don't you rush to shoot a few arrows?" Spencer slapped his bow on the hand of the chauffeur beside him.

Spencer was in a bad mood.

Since he was the first to lead the baggage team to the northwestern border of Jonah Province, he has been looking at the large amount of military rations carried by the guards and at the same time purchasing and raising food baggage from the surrounding castle villages, which has raised the grain and grass baggage of the Welsh army for nearly ten months, which is a remarkable feat.

According to the prior arrangement, the grain and grass that the Wells Army had hoarded in the manor after it was stationed in Saint-Ryan was to be transferred to the city for proper preservation, so he had been busy transferring the heavy grain and grass recently.

Today was Spencer's personal delivery of the last batch of grain back to the city, but he did not expect to be intercepted by a group of troops from the east not long after leaving the manor.

Obviously, the other party is not a well-informed person, and when Spencer warned the other party that he was the baggage team of the Wells Legion, the other party was not touched in the slightest.

A fat man stepped forward and raised his toes for a few words, and then forcibly requisitioned the grain wagon of the baggage team as a knight who led the troops.

The previous transfer was very smooth, and today is the last batch, so Spencer only brought a dozen or so baggage transporters to escort them with a few baggage guards left behind in the manor, so Cheng thought that he would encounter such a mongrel robbery.

Seeing that the other party was unreasonable and came up to rob, Spencer still resisted with weapons at first, but there were too many people on the other side, and he knocked over several soldiers when he came up, Spencer couldn't resist, and the grain truck was robbed.

The robbery of the grain cart was a great culpability, and Spencer sent the captain of the baggage transport team to ride back to warn the police, and at the same time chased after him with his subordinates, pulling the other party's tail and not letting go.

Spencer was thinking about how to stick it up again to harass them and make them slow down, when his soldiers exclaimed, "Sir Spencer, someone is rushing from behind us!"

"Quick, retreat north first, and catch up later." Spencer thought that the other party had touched the knife that stabbed him in the back, and decisively ordered a retreat. They did it all the way, and they neither gave up nor were beaten anyway.

"Black robe? Seems to be one of our people! Another soldier saw the color of the man's livery behind him and stopped preparing to flee.

"That's our people! Our people are coming! Another miscellaneous soldier jumped up as well.

But Spencer raised his hand to look at the tent, and it seemed that there were only five or six figures, "The reinforcements are too fast?" Why did you send these people? ”

The group paused to wait for the dark shadow to arrive......

"Passat, why are you? Aren't you patrolling the north of the city? Spencer looked pleasantly surprised.

Passat led the squad for miles in one go, panting.

Spencer hurriedly handed a few water bladders to drink and take a few breaths.

"Leave the rest alone, what's going on?" Passat asked, gasping for air.

Spencer gave Passat a rough idea of what had happened.

The more Passat listened, the more angry he became, "Bastard, our Wells Legion has always robbed others, and today someone dares to rob us!" I think they've had enough! ”

"Immortal birds, let the brothers check the armament, let's rush forward! Hang our flag on the tip of the spear! "Passat is going to charge.

"Passat, we have few people and weak combat power, do you want to wait any longer?" Spencer advised that his men were indeed negligent in training and weak.

"We, the Welsh Legion, have never been insulted by such plunder, and I must kill them!" Passat was indeed angry, but he didn't plan to really rely on his squad to attack dozens of opponents.

"Spencer, a few of us in front in a moment, and you leading the baggage team in the back, we will line up in a neat array to make the other side fearful. It's not okay to fight, it's okay for you to use the array? ”

"Only in formation, not in charge?"

"I've already sent someone to return quickly, and the cavalry will definitely arrive soon, and if you can bite it, you can bite it, and if you can't bite us, you can drag the enemy."

"Our baggage team also dares to charge, but it's better not to send heads."

As soon as Spencer said that, he began to command a dozen or so of his baggage troops, relying on the knowledge of the military formation accumulated from occasional training and frequent training...... 11